Monthly Archives: September 2009
And now the backswing…
Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.
~Will Rogers
Oh my. The pendulum has swung the other way. You guys are gonna love this story… especially you Milspouses.
Details next week!
Friday Funny #9: Evil Look… Baby Style!
Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on.
~Bob Newhart
It’s time for the next “Friday Funny.” As a Navy wife with a husband who isn’t home much (and not at all right now) sometimes things can get a bit melancholy.
Please join me with the “Friday Funny” meme. It can be anything from a comment that made you laugh or a funny story or even a funny photo/video you have seen. Leave a comment if you post one and I’ll visit your blog to see!
I saw this earlier in the week on Confessions of a Pioneer Woman (check it out, it’s one of my favorite non-MilSpouse blog). As soon as I saw it, I knew that I needed to use it for this week’s Friday Funny!
The Evil Look Video (the cutest evil look you’ll have see!)
My Horoscope is Right
It still might take a few more days for your life to return to normal, for you have recently been on a wild ride.
~My horoscope for today
My horoscope for today is most definitely correct. I can’t talk about it, though. However, I might be MIA for a bit as I have to suddenly up my flight by two days. Next week, I was heading out to Washington for my drill weekend with my new command. I’m still heading out there, only it’ll be two days early. All I can say is that life is very, very cruel sometimes. And sometimes, you have to take the smallest ray of light to be able to make it through.
I’ll be able to talk about it next week, though.
Six Months and Still Feel Like a Newlywed
It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
~Rita Rudner
Six months ago today, Huzzy and I said our vows to one another. Six months ago today, I pledged to take my husband for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health… and through deployment and shore duty, even if we have to do recruiting again. Yup, we wrote our own vows and made the Navy part of them!
Actually, these were my vows:
I, Wifey*, take you Huzzy*, to be my husband,
to have and to hold you from this day forward,
for better or for worse,
for richer, or for poorer,
in sickness and in health
through deployment or shore duty…
even if you have to do recruiting again.
I promise to love and care for you
I will always be honest with you, kind, patient and forgiving.
But most of all, I promise to always be faithful
and to be a true and loyal friend to you.
I love you.
*names changed to protect the not-so-innocent
Huzzy’s vows were pretty much the same except he promised to “through something something something… even if you make me salute you.” (ya know, ’cause I was about to become an officer and he’s enlisted). The “something something something” bothers me because I can’t for the life of me remember what it was. And Huzzy is having a hard time too because he forgot his vows and just winged it. And when I saw that he didn’t read his vows (I had an index card with me), I winged mine, too. So these might not be the exact words, but they are pretty close.
Yeah, we are dorks and made the Navy part of our vows. But hey, the 
Navy brought us together… kinda. Have I ever mentioned we met online? If not, let me know and I’ll tell you the whole funny story. But anyway, had the Navy not tricked him into becoming a recruiter, he wouldn’t have been in Michigan and we wouldn’t have met online. That and the Navy is going to be a big part of our lives for a minimum of the next 10 years (Huzzy’s career) and very likely the next 30 (my Navy career).
So it’s been six months and if feels like we are still newlyweds. Oh wait… that might have something to do with the fact that we’ve only been together for nine weeks of those six months. Ha! Oh well, like many people have told me, we can celebrate two one-year anniversaries… next March (he’ll be on land for it… praise God and everything Holy!) and when we have actually been together–living together–for 52 weeks. Not sure how long that will take, but by my calculations, it will probably be around the 3 1/2 year mark of our marriage. I should track this so we can celebrate that!
Anyway, Happy Six Month Anniversary to my fantastically loving, sexy Sailor!
Sometimes, I Just Need a Listener
May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past
~Irish Blessing
I hate being alone and not having anyone who “gets” it. There are no wives around here who have husbands that are, or are about to be, deployed. My mom tries, she really does, but sometimes she just makes things worse.
We were on the phone talking about random things. I don’t know how, but we started talking about my house. The one that isn’t going to sell. She was trying to say that maybe people will start buying houses soon and I’ll have some good luck. I told her that no way was someone going to buy my house when there are four more within a block of my house that are very similar and that are in foreclosure or short sale status. No way is someone going to buy my house that is market-price vs one that is literally $30,000-$40,000 cheaper.
Then she started telling me I shouldn’t get too worried that maybe my mortgage company will agree to a short sale (I’m waiting to hear back from them). I said that I hope they do soon because I’m only going to be given 3 months to do one if it is approved and the longer it takes them to approve it, the farther we get into the “dead” season of people not buying houses.
I told her that if a short sale isn’t approved or we can’t sell it in the time, I’ll have three options. The first is to rent, but we’ll lose a lot of money on renting and might not be able to even afford to rent. The second is to live here until the housing market gets better. They are predicting Michigan’s to get better in… oh… six to eight years. That sure would be good for a marriage.
The third option would be going into foreclosure. This would not only ruin my credit for seven years, but may also ruin my Navy side career. I wouldn’t be able to get any top secret clearances or anything. Heck, they definitely frown on it and there’s always the possibility they’d kick me out.
So I was getting upset while I was talking to my mom about this. She said, “It sounds like you might be upset about something more than just the house. Are you upset that Huzzy is leaving?”
No $hit, Sherlock. Ya think? But you know what… the whole house thing is what had me riled up. I wasn’t even thinking of Huzzy leaving. But thanks. Thanks for bringing it to the forefront and reminding me of it. I was actually having a fantastically lazy day and was enjoying myself.
So I told her that I didn’t know and she said, “Well, I’ve had those days before.” I just replied back to her that no, she didn’t know what I was going through and that she’d never gone through what I am.
She’s never lived away from her husband… her NEW husband.. for 4 months. Not to mention a deployment coming up where there will be little to no communication whatsoever. She lived away from my dad for three months–we all did–when he was changing jobs once, but he was a quick hour and 45 minutes away. And she was on the brink of not moving with him and thinking of divorce. So it’s not like she was totally, absolutely, in love. She needed the break to think about things.
So no, she doesn’t know how it is. No one around me or in my life knows. And it really sucks not having any spouses around the area that are going through what I am right now.
She then said, “It sounds like you are having a bad day.” I really, really, wanted to reply to her that I wasn’t until she started bringing things up, which is true, but I instead told her that maybe I was but she was making it worse and I needed to stop talking to her at the moment because it was only going to continue to make it worse.
So we both said goodbye. Only, I was the only one who said that I loved her as we hung up. She just said, “Bye.” We don’t do that in my family. Ever since my dad died, we always tell each other that we love each other before we hang up, just in case it’s the last time we see one another. I didn’t when I hung up with my dad on what was to be our last conversation and I’ll always regret it.
And honestly, I feel like calling her back and asking why she didn’t say it. But that’s childish. As childish as her not saying it… and my mom’s RARELY childish.
I’m sure she’s upset and everything, but so am I. I feel that I’m not in the wrong. She isn’t totally, either, but she does need to realize that when she acts as though she’s been there and done that all, it really hurts because she HASN’T been in my shoes. Sometimes, I just need to talk and have someone listen. Not someone that is going to suggest of how I can do things better.
And I think next time I talk to her,I’ll apologize for being curt, but ask her to please just sometimes listen because that’s all I need. Not a lecturer. A listener.
