A book and Pool

As stated in my previous post... our last deployment was two years ago, and our next one won't be for at least three more years... how does one get so "lucky"?  Umm... you should probably check the title of my blog! :)  Yep, recruiting duty, which is it's own bundle of 'fun'! 

Really, some times really suck.... (4 am calls from 18 year olds that just got a DUI- 14 hour days), but there are other times that kinda make it worth it.

Like now.

We are staying in a beautiful hotel.  In a 2 room suite, an awesome king size bed, great amenities, free breakfast (and drinks at night!), and a pool...

It's not so great for Pave, he's in classes all day, but it was SOOO worth it for me to drive down (he had to drive in the GOV, so I drove down a day later)!

When he first told me about it, he said he didn't think that I would want to come because he would be in classes all day... I simply responded- "They have a pool, and I have a book!"

Bliss.

Bliss on the Air Force's dime... even better!

I'm off to the pool!

2ww

For those of you who are trying to conceive, or have ever dealt with infertility issues, you know exactly what this title is.... for those of you that don't, its short for the two week wait. The two weeks that are nerve racking, symptom checking, questioning, and full of hoping between the time that you ovulated (either naturally or with drugs (mine was with drugs...)) until you can take a pregnancy test to see if it 'worked'... unfortunately two of my last three cycles have had a great end to the two week wait... positives both in September and November... only to end in my fifth and sixth miscarriages.

So, I guess I have officially entered my two week wait of our last cycle. Maybe just until he comes back from SNCO Academy (April), or maybe forever, depending on how he feels.



Joy.



I think that I have already mentally checked out of this cycle.



Period.



I also have had a rough couple of nights, the anxiety is coming back. In two weeks, if I don't see two lines, I think I'll go to my doctor about getting on some sort of anxiety medicine.

The stress of my husbands job, combined with the stress of now living in the same town as my step-daughter and her mother, and having to deal with her behavior issues (yea for having to go to 'family counseling' all five of us.... shes fine at my house, just because she is a terror at her moms... how is that MY problem.) and academic issues (which I now tutor her two nights a week, which is fine, I actually enjoy that, but point blank, its one more thing that I have to prepare for every week).

My classes have also started so that I can transfer my teaching licence. Ugh. I found out yesterday that I HAVE to take a class, that I have ALREADY taken, and actually my requirements were well above the requirements this college has. The head of the Education department happens to teach two of my classes, so he is in my corner, but still.... to have to re-do all the stuff I've done is AWESOME!

As you can tell from this post, and the fact that it is dripping with sarcasm, that is the status of my life, so for this two week wait, I will be minus the blog... next time you hear from me you'll know if this cycle worked or not!

I'll probably not even log in to read your blogs, but will dedicate a whole day to catching up when I'm 'back'. Unfortunately, I'm taking an online course, and the other ones use 'BlackBoard' to submit assignments and such, so I'll still be near e-mail, so drop me a line! :) (actually, I think right now I would enjoy detoxing from ALL types of technology... just don't see it happening).

See you on the flip side of this 2ww!

First off, a picture that describes my day! This is the current view of my living room after I wrapped the presents I got today, and this is how it will probably remain, at least as long as my OCD husband is out of town! He is down to Lackland again for his 'refresher' course for his recruiting duty. He'll be gone just till the end of the week, so it gives me enough time to finish up some Christmas presents I have for him.

And yes, the dog's were about as 'in the way' while I was wrapping the presents, as they were when I was trying to take the picture.


What a completely crazy day this has been. Started with Church, then packing to send my husband away for the rest of the week, then a birthday party, and walmart and ended in bliss of a Hardees (Carl's Junior for you Western folks) mushroom thick burger, present wrapping and Brothers & Sisters *double bonus because it was a wedding episode...almost* !




The first year I was teaching 3rd grade, I experienced the HELL that classroom parties were. I suppose in most normal situations, they wouldn't be half bad, however, my room mom was a 1st grade teacher, so she could never 'do' the party, just prepare for it (which is half the battle I guess...) So I was the in charge of doing the craft, sugar-ing the kids up, and then thinking, why am I doing this to myself, because I have to deal with them after their on their sugar high! This was the ornament that we made that year, and I love my little snowman!

Drug Free is the way to be!

There is no better way to start off this post then with this wicked cool award I got from Ashley at Dog Tags and Pearls. She has been an amazing friend, and it's nice because she knows about the 'fun' that being a recruiters wife is, as well as adding fertility drugs to the whole 'fun' mix!

To accept the award, all I have to do is tell all my bloggy-land friends why I'm a rockstar... but that's kinda funny, because I was Pave's cheerleader during recruiting school, and always called him my "rockstar". So I guess I'm just happy enough being a rockstar's wife! Ok, in all seriousness, I will do almost anything, but those around me will ALWAYS know how I feel about it.... good or bad! I just asked Pave if he thinks I'm a rockstar, and he said "Yes, because you did my boards" (talking about the 4 hours and 1 bottle of nail polish remover I used tonight to clean the lines off the boards listing all the people that have joined and are just waiting for jobs... he needed the squares to be smaller, because he had to many people to fit on them.... once again, proof that he's the real Rockstar in this relationship... I just do the grunt, black finger's, hand's smelling like nail polish remover, broke a nail, work).

I nominate my friend Jen at Trying to Get Knocked Up By Another Man who has been an amazing support to me while going through the whole Military Wife, military training, infertility bull shit!

I also nominate The Mrs. at Trying Our Best, because in the last few days, I have gotten many a laugh out of her. As a side note, she is looking for a hamster for her son, see, he has show and tell, and has a hamster ball, but no hamster, anyone who has an extra hamster, send it on over... double score if said hamster is pregnant! :) (go read the back story.... )

I honestly don't know if I could have made it through today with the full on fertility drug affects. Sunday was my last FSH injection, I triggered on Monday, and this morning (early- ugh!) we had our 'date', so I'm officially in my two week wait! Tomorrow I start with the Lovonox injections, which I hear bruise really bad... we shall see!





Can I once again just say, I'm sick of making dinner for 8:30pm because Pave is working late cleaning up someone else's messes.... and yes, you'll probably continue to hear me bitch about it until a)they all get resolved, b) they call someone back off of terminal leave, slap his ass with an article 15, and make him clean up the shit.... ugh!





Now that I got that off my chest, I MUST tell you about my day. I'm a substitute teacher, and I've been in this same 4th grade classroom at LEAST 4 times before this year. I have never had problems with discipline in this class (or really any other one), that's one of my 'strong suits', classroom management, which is why subbing is fun for me (I guess). Also, let me preface 'the list' by saying except for the one time that two 8th grade boys came to blows outside my classroom (I was a 'real' teacher, science, New Mexico, and one of the boy's was my little brother), I have never, NEVER, sent anyone to the principals office.... that said....


In no particular order,





*Had 3 students cry (2 boys (!), and a girl)


*Had 2 students cry twice (1 boy and the girl)


*Had a student crawl under a table and not come out because his table was being mean to him.


*Had 2 students from the 2nd grade class across the hall (who I also have subbed for several times this year) spend the better half of the afternoon with me.


*Indoor recess. Twice.


*Trying to get their attention during recess, not successful, to the point I blew my whistle.


*Knowing by noon that the only thing getting me through was the shake I was going to get on the way home.


*Looking out the window and seeing snow.... can you order a shake when it's snowing?


*1 student that I wanted to staple his pockets to the chair.


*Another student who was picked on all morning (no matter what I did) so he ate lunch with me


*Lack of a 'student free' lunch probably didn't help


*Totally spacing an assignment (again, a first for me) by setting it to the side, and forgetting about it....


* And the shining glory of today.... 2 boys SHOOTING RUBBER BANDS AT EACHOTHER.





It was at that point that I yelled (and I'm not really a yeller, but today, that all changed) to "GET OUT". I turned around, counted to ten, and started the math lesson.





All I can say is really?!? There were 6 subs in the building, and everyone I talked to had been to the class they were teaching before, and EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. said this had been the day from hell!





Maybe it was leftover's of the 5 day holiday, or the mind numbing Christmas break that is 'almost' here, or the fact its so stinking cold they haven't had outdoor recess all week, whatever it is, I've decided I'm not going to risk it tomorrow....





I'm going dress shopping!

So over this

What am I over you may ask???

Well, I'll tell you bloggin' friends, since I can't really tell anyone I know!

*Fertility Treatments- Should I be happy that I at least know I can get pregnant, or perhaps grateful, because friends of mine have never seen those two pink lines. Ever. As for me, I've seen them 5 times, but the harsh truth I've learned is that not every set of pink lines results in a baby.

*Fertility Drugs- Can your body build up a tolerance to fertility drugs... after one cycle?!? First time, all it took was Clomid, second time 2 rounds of Clomid, another drug, and then finlly 8 injections, this cycle, 13 days of injections, and this morning I was pushing the envelope of them canceling the cycle because of to many that sprung up 'all the sudden'. What happens next, you can't get stronger then injectables!

*Psycho ex girlfriend that happen to be the mother of his child.... enough said!

* Recruiting duty. I want my husband back, but between the new guy coming (which will eventually help, but not for a while), the other one leaving a shit storm, and a couple surgeries taking out the other recruiter and flight chief. I'm over it!

Ok, I've vented... I think I should feel better, but I really don't, perhaps its the MASSIVE FREAKING AMMOUNT OF DRUGS SURGING THROUGH MY SYSTEM!?!? hmmm, perhaps?

Oh well, I can just look forward to my Mom coming out to visit in a few weeks. Now that I think about it, I guess this means that I get to test after my two week wait the day my mom leaves...

Holy Cow.

It's been nine days since I've updated. I have no defence, other then:

*Celebrated my nephews first birthday
*Remembered the loss of our Sea Monkey a year ago
*In a surprise turn of events I hosted Thanksgiving
*My guest list grew, and grew, and then shrunk
*We started a new cycle of fertility drugs (and all the doctor's appointments that go with that...)
*I attended DEP call, (did set up, and clean up)
*Shopped for Christmas presents
*Wrapped every. single. present (aren't you jealous!)
*Got in a fight with my step-daughters mother... except she is to dumb to figure out how incredibly inappropriate Twilight movie is for a 10 year old.
*Spent many more hours than EVER planned helping Pave out at the office.
*Made a really cool (though a bit white trash) tree out of a tomato cage
*Helped a friend put up her Christmas lights

*Tried to be a good wife as Pave came home most nights WAY after 8pm.... our area is to have four recruiters- there were two when we got here, one that separated literally weeks after we got here, and one that separated about 2 weeks ago. After Pave got here, another guy came about 3 weeks later. The guy that left though- It was very sudden, they sold their house, he got a job back home, and they were gone. Many of the recruits (and their parents) were PISSED. He apparently had been telling them things that there was NO way he could back up. The are actually talking about calling him off of his terminal leave, to clean up the mess. One guy is 40 lbs overweight... and has a job booked for February. Another thought he was joining- get this- the RESERVES!!!! Really!?! It's been hard, even more so, because the other guy (who is newer then Pave) just had knee surgery, so he's out on convalescent leave, until Mid-December. So... Pave is running an entire area that is set up for four recruiters. He went into work on Wednesday to just call back people that had left messages.... he thought he would be a few hours... he went there at 9am, got home after 5pm. I know recruiting is long hours, I have accepted that, but this is just getting ridiculous. Right now- I'm over it.


I'm sure there is more, but my brain is dead. I'm enjoying watching tv, snuggling with Pave, and drinking my hot coco. Maybe I'll get motivated and get some pictures up of this last week.

Hope you all had a blessed holiday!

Drink, Drank, Drunk

That's what this last weekend has consisted of! Our squadron had their Annual awards and training. I ended up being the only wife of the flight that went up... and quickly learned that I was the 'den mother'. Apparently I was the one that was supposed to keep everyone out of trouble. Umm...ya! I found out earlier that week, that I was not pregnant over this weekend, so it was on!

They canceled all the 'wife' activities, (we were planning to go shopping, and then have lunch with the commander and his wife, and get a briefing from someone that came from Family Support) so we were left to our own devices. I actually thought that I had been REALLY sneaky with this blog, not putting in to much identifying information.... Ooops, someone figured me out. I got an e-mail from her a few days before we left asking if we were in ### squadron.... DAMN! She promised to keep my secret safe, and we ended up meeting for lunch, and spent the next few hours with her. It was nice to know someone at the event.

Our flight made "Legend Status", which is really good. I think that the whole flight had to be 150% of their goal the whole year. The guys (the other ones in the flight... Pave's only been working at it the last quarter) worked really hard to do that, and we all got upgraded rooms. We were at a resort on a local lake, and they were more like cabins. Except they were stuck together, in either twos, or fours. One guy made "Legend" status, personally, and so he got to come down a day early and stayed in the main building (with the long hotel hallways) with a lake view.

The rest of us were put close to each other, so that was were we spent every night.

Things I learned:
*There is always one wife, at each formal event, that all you can say is "really?"
*Don't ever let another recruiter mix drinks for you....
*Always bring peanuts for 'drinking' snacks (and making Peanut Butter on the above mentioned recruiter's carpet)
*Take a book, because the guys are busy all day, and the TV reception sucks
*Being able to take the government car is awesome... until you want to go shopping, and can't drive it anywhere.
*The food at these things are as bad as the food at "The E Club" (it was ALL nasty)
*Don't take your flight chief's chocolate cake
*When you make legend flight, it's ok to expect you're flight chief to buy the bottles of liquor.
*When you're flight chief wins the 50/50 pot, it's also ok to expect him to buy the drinks!
*In two nights... I can polish off a bottle of Peach Schnapps (and almost a gallon of OJ)
*Jagermeister and Monster energy drink isn't bad.
*I suck at High, Low, Smoke or Fire (a drinking game, where you have to guess what comes next, if you get four in a row right, you can pass to someone else, if you mess up, you have to drink how ever many cards had been put down, one shot, or swallow of beer per card.)
*Pave is a good husband and did the drinking, as I did the guessing for High, Low, Smoke or Fire. *Before this weekend, I could count on one hand how many times I had seen my husband drunk... after this weekend, I now have to use two hands! :)

and most important---

*If two days later, you're cheeks and stomach still ache from laughing so much... it was a good time!

Somewhere...

We are somewhere between the current place we call 'home', and the home I will always carry in my heart! Surprise surprise, Pave didn't get done until almost 1:30pm today, not noon like planned. I guess I shouldn't complain, because his leave doesn't officially start until midnight, so he still got out 'early'. However, Mr. Garmen is now telling us that we won't arrive to my parents house until 2:01am.... ugh! We will have to sleep fast, because I know they already have the day planned! Also, I found out late last night that my best friend EVER is going to come up. We haven't seen each other in almost 5 years (when she was my maid of honor). I don't know what is best, the fact that I'm going home, or that while I'm home I'll be able to see her!

So, Albuquerque here we come. If only Oklahoma City would be a distant memory, instead of our next gas stop.

Ohhh... I better get off here, I didn't quite think this blog thing through. I read the updates on all the blogs I follow, and now am typing this (obviously) and why I didn't think this qualified as 'reading while diving' I'm not sure, but my stomach is sure telling me that it does!

I'm on Pave's work computer (gotta love that they are giving recruiters air cards now), so I can't sign off with my normal signature... so here it goes-

Mrs. Pave*

I'm going out with my boots on!

***NOTE: The pictures are messing up the formating, sorry, I can't get it to look right!***

It's amazing we can be happily married, because Pave is SOOO not a country fan. Like- AT ALL! And has never been to involved with anything 'country-ish', like the State Fairs, Rodeos, boots, etc. Well, the Air Force changed all that for him! Apparently the Air Force is a huge sponsor of the PBR, and that means that the in whatever town the PBR tour goes to, the recruiters have to go set up there... and they get a bunch of tickets.... and VIP passes.... I was in heaven!

It was kinda sucky for the guys, because they had to be there all day (literally set up at 8:30am and the event was over about 10:30pm). My stepdaughter had never been to a rodeo, so her and I went about noon. We were able to get some autographs of some of the bull riders. They also had some Special Forces guys come in (they were supposed to repel into the stadium, didn't happen for some reason), and they did some demonstrations of their mad medical skills. The commander was there as well.

The DEPPERS, (guys, and gals, in the delayed entry program) actually were sworn in at the beginning of the ceremony. It was really neat, and the whole crowd cheered. They then had 4 airmen that were veterans of OIF veterans. One of they was the special force guy that we were hanging out with. There was a bunch of smoke, pyrotechnics, and music as they introduced the cowboys. Each cowboy came out and shook the hands of the four Airman. It was really quite cool.

It

truly was a blast, and even Pave said that he thought it was cool. Since he worked all yesterday, he doesn't have to work the event today. I'm so excited to go back for the finals!

Since the Special Forces guy was there at the table, Pave said that maybe he should be the one to give me my shot... since he has all the 'training'. He did it a little different, instead of a 90* angle, a 45* one, and then moved the needle out as he was injecting the fluid so it spread it out over a bigger area. I don't know if it really helped, it still hurt like hell.

Overall, we all had fun. Which truly surprised me!

Top Chef

So we are not Top Chef watchers.... (duh! It wasn't on my list below! ) but while watching other stuff on Bravo, we saw the premier where they cook for a bunch of Airman at we were thinking Nellis AFB. Can I just say it was humorous because Pave got so upset at the chef's calling them 'servicemen'.... he kept saying, they're Airman, they're Airman! It was funny.

Today we were able to take a short trip back to our old base. Pave's supervisor retired, and we were so excited to see her and her family. She is an amazing woman. I'll try to get pictures up of it tomorrow. Damn school visits, he couldn't leave one of the schools (they had like four different lunches!) so we left town late. We made it just in time to be the last one's in the line to congratulate her. Ya. I know. Sucky.

What does the future hold?

So tonight we had yummy Chinese food tonight for dinner, and you can't eat Chinese food (even if it's homemade) without fortune cookies! I try to make sure that there are always some in the pantry. Well, as for the fortunes- Mine said :The current year will bring you much happiness. Pave's said: No need to worry! You will always have everything that you need. We both kinda looked at each other, and laughed, because today we went to the RE for our baseline scan to check and make sure we were ok for the next fertility cycle. I started Clomid today, 100mg again, since it worked well last month. I will go back next week to see if the 'miracle grow' worked. I had to refill all my prescriptions, and it wasn't as bad as I thought. Including my trigger shot, we are very lucky because the drugs come in at under $45.00 a month... this is the reason we are continuing with fertility treatments, when we have decided we are adopting. We will have to save money to adopt, and that should take about 2 years, but instead of just twiddling our thumbs for the next 24 months, I figured we might as well TRY! (Especially since TriCare makes it cheep!)

School started, and that impacts our life in two ways:

Pave now has school visits, which adds to his ever full calender. We live in a medium sized city, but his zone is huge. His furthers school is about 1 1/2 away, maybe a little further. It's also a priority 1 school, which means that he has to go there once a month.

Also, there is a new recruiter that is coming in within a few weeks... so they will have 3 in an area that needs 4... and then a few weeks after that, the recruiter that has been here the longest starts his terminal leave... leaving the area back to two recruiters.... with Pave being the 'most experienced'. Two words : HOLY. SHIT. That's scary! :) He is my rockstar, but being the new 'go-to guy'... we'll just see about that.

Second way life has changed, is that since school has started, I'm now substitute teaching. Having an actual teaching degree, I was told, would help me... I wasn't so sure. We were told not to expect any calls in the first few weeks. Ha! School started Tuesday, Wednesday morning I was called at 9am, and asked how quick I could show up. Tomorrow I sub for 1/2 day for an elementary music teacher. This should be interesting. Pave was thinking maybe I could play a recorder. We shall see!

4 for 4

We have flys every were... and with the constant in and out of the dogs, they seem to get into our house easily. Pave has this deterrent to flys, and much like his mother, will pace around the house with a fly swatter. That's the joke, everyone mocks his mom, because she always says "there's a fly in here", but really high pitched. Its funny. Well folks- There's a fly in here! Have no fear though, we have Kayden the Killer (of flys)! I must admit, once, in the past month, have I been able to kill a fly in mid-air with my hands! I know, gross! However, Kayden has stepped up to the plate to make our house a 'fly-free zone'. I can't stop laughing at her, because she just cannot sit still. Here she is in action!

While I was laughing at "Kayden the Killer (of flys)", I looked over to the kitchen table and saw this. I instantly got happy, because you will NEVER here me complain there are boots all over my house! If there are boots in the way, that means Pave is home. Though this job sucks at times, he was home about 9 tonight, it means I'm going to have boots all over my house for the next four years.

Scratch that... while typing this post she is now 5 for 5!

Fertility Drugs= Husband of the year

So.... Poor Pave. Thank goodness he has the paitence of Job, because otherwise we would have a very tumultous household at certain parts of the month.

I won't get into to many details, but we found out last Friday that this round of fertility treatments didn't work, so we needed to 'hurry things along'. That means that I go for a ride on the emotional rollarcoster, full speed ahead! At least for the next few weeks. This drug starts my cycle, so that I know when to start taking the 'mirical grow' drug, and those two to three weeks are torture, in more ways then one!

As for how recruiting duty blends with fertility treatments... not so well. At least not for this wife, today. I had a rough day, dealt with teleconfrence calls for a good chunk of the day, had horrible cramps (threw myself a little pity party even), was hungry (for a good reason... post on this tomorrow), and just wanted him home. I called him at 6:10 pm, and told him about my day (literally on the verge of tears). He said that he could come home, he just had to make one phone call to the flight chief, and then he would be on his way. Silly me, I thought that it would be somewhat soon thereafter. Ha! Maybe in another life, but not in this recruiting life we are living. An hour later, I am in tears, trying to make pancakes, and they just aren't 'making'. He walks in at 7:34 pm to a shit storm. I'm crying because the pancakes aren't working (how do you mess it up, I mean really, its Bisquick, eggs and milk!), then I yell because who makes an hour and a half phone call, and then I cry because I have a bad day, and was mad at myself for getting mad at him.

Ya, so that is our life on fertility drugs, and after all of that, he just held me and let me cry. I truly married an amazing man. And we enjoyed our dinner out! :) Long John Silvers for me, Arbys for him, and McDonalds to get a Coke for me (can you believe that neither LJS or Arby's serve Coke!?!).

Side note- is anyone else having horrible issues with the season premier of the Rachel Zoe Project, I think it's the Bravo feed, because the other stations are fine, but the blue screen is KILLING ME!

Army Wives vs. Reality

Yes, yes, I am one of those military spouses who watches "Army Wives" on Lifetime. I actually enjoyed the first season, because I felt like I lived it. Needless to say, I was part of a spouses club, and we used to call the Wing Commanders wife "Lenore". Enough said...

Well, I never get to watch it on Sunday nights, I try to enjoy my time with Pave, and Pave + Army Wives= not happening! So we watch other stuff that's on (like last night's Shark Tank- we loved it!) and soon it will be football, and I'm ok with that. I use my Mondays to catch up on Army Wives and In Plain Sight (on USA network).

So, for those of you that watch, I think it's interesting that they are bringing in a recruiting aspect through Sgt. LaBlanc. I thought 'what an understatement', when he told Roxie that it was going to take a lot of time... ya, he might not deploy for 3 years... but he's also not going to help take the boys and such to doctor appointments. Well, maybe if you can schedule it a month in advance, which is passable for 'check up's' and shots, but what about that ear ache that pops up over the weekend... YA RIGHT!

Can you tell I've got a little 'passion' behind this one? (My birth mom told me to once call my 'anger', passion... then I don't seem so mean!) Pave has been absent from many of my fertility appointments, I guess not that there is much to see that is exciting, but it still sucks. I'm doing it by my self, or at least the doctors and the drugs... I know he would come if he could... but my ovaries kinda set the schedule, so it doesn't work out often.

So ya, Army Wives... are you going to really show the 'true' stress of recruiting duty? Only time will tell.... at least I only have to wait a week to find out!

Why today?

It has been a long week, ended by a rough day...

For the first time today, I cried about moving. We've been here since the middle of May, I really expected it sooner, but no, today was the day. I'm not sure why, except that I'm extremely tired, but that's not really a good excuse.

Granted, this is only my second move in my whole life, its nothing like the last one. The last move was away from my family, and into the real life of being a military wife. Middle of nowhere base, no job in sight, no friends anywhere, new job for Pave, NEW everything. Maybe it was because we lived on base, I'm not sure, but I made friends there, fast. Not a lot, but two within the first month that I still talk to, though one is across the ocean, and the other one moved when her husband separated, and went back to civilian life.

I'm sure I'll be over this tomorrow, but driving around in this dumb city, trying to find a store, was the final thing that broke me down. So driving around in this dumb city I cried.

Technology Failure

I never knew I would be SOOO ecstatic to hear those words.... but they were music to my ears on Friday! Usually the words 'technology failure', "hardware malfunction', or the infamous blue screen of death, strike fear around this house.... no facebook, no blog, no watching missed episodes online! I have come to LOVE those words when it is in reference to Pave's government computer. He came home at three, THREE on Friday, and was mine, ALL WEEKEND! (hence- no new posts!).

He mowed the lawn Friday evening, and we watched a movie, and Saturday was absolutely gorgeous. Here in the Midwest, we rarely have a summer day below 70% humidity, which makes it quite 'sticky'. Not this weekend though! It was warm, mid 80's, but hardly any humidity, it almost felt like home (New Mexico). We played with the dogs in the newly fenced back yard for over an hour... we also discovered (or should I say, the dogs discovered) we have some sort of small animal digging holes around our foundation. Since we are new to town, we figured we would take advantage of the wonderful day and go to the local Zoo. It was the most active I have EVER seen animals at the zoo, any zoo. They were enjoying the nice day too! I took a ton of pictures, I'll get them on here sometime soon. After the zoo we went to go get ice cream at Dairy Queen, well, he got ice cream, I got my mint Dilly Bar, and we ate them as we sat together on the benches out side. We watched another movie that night.

Today was church (still trying to find a church home... that's one of the worst part's about moving), lunch, and a little bit of recruiting 'secretary' work on my computer (all his high school scheduling).

It's now almost midnight, meaning my wonderful weekend with Pave is done, but oh, how I enjoyed it!

Possable Gift?

So one of the guys in our town is getting ready to finish up his recruiting duty. I thought maybe this would be a nice framed gift, some how frame it and put a quote under it, along with the dates he was here... any comments, ideas, suggestions?
(It's the Airman's Creed)

This Life

So... my secret (well now, not so secret) addiction is the website, truuconfessions.com. They have a section for military wives that I love, most of the time. I can't take credit for this 'post', however, I feel it is me. There was a ton of bickering back and forth on if you should let your husbands career define me. One post was condemning "Air Force Wife: Toughest Job In The Air Force" bumper stickers, saying they were stupid. Well, this was a response that I have embraced, props to whoever wrote it!

"This life is not easy. This life does not make sense. This life makes you say Good Bye A LOT. This life is not for everyone. This life has made me stronger. This life is rewarding. I don't care what anyone says. This life defines me. I am A MILITARY WIFE. Do not tell me otherwise."

Ditto.

I knew there was a mistress, I didn't expect to be her secretary too

First week down- three years, 51 weeks left. Hopefully they won't all be like this one. I'm exhausted, I'm sick, and I hate his hours, but this to shall pass, or so I'm told. Every day this week has been 8am-9:30pm... at least! Sometimes later, never earlier. I know he has been working hard though, why you ask? Because I've been there too! Not nearly the same hours as he has, but his flight chief has a very 'wife's hands on' attitude, which I guess is good, because hes fine when the spouses come in, however, there is no free ride. I have been PUT TO WORK! I guess he figures a woman's hand writing is better then the man's so, I've been doing the school folders, arranging files, printing out directions, cleaning the office, and a bunch of other stuff. Oh well, I guess it's better then staying at the house all day. Beyond that, I think I have strep, which sucks, because we are still getting switched over to tricare prime remote, so I don't really have a doctor right now, and it isn't quite 'emergency room' worthy. Luckily, I have some left over antibiotics from past surgery (I know I was supposed to take them all... my Mom already lectured me). Well, good thing I have had a BUNCH of surgery, because I have eight days worth. Hopefully that will knock out whatever is going on here. Signing off.... with more NyQuil

And so it begins...

Well, he's at his flight, and has been for the last few days in-processing. It's been a hard couple of days, dealing with trying to finish up the little things in the house, playing mom (suddenly, now that we live in the same town, my step-daughter has been here every night but 3, which is fine, I really don't mind, but it puts a stop to my 'hanging pictures at midnight' routine...), and doing doctors appointments. So far we have met his flight chief and two of the other recruiters that are here. I was surprised at their 'uniforms'. After we spent a bunch of money trying to get his blues perfect, and enough of them so he had one for every day, THEY DON'T WEAR THEM! I guess it's a temporary thing, because of the shooting that happened down in Little Rock, Arkansas, but one guy was in an AF t-shirt and jeans, the other in a white AF polo, and plaid golf shorts. NICE!

Hopefully when he gets home we can figure out this TriCare Prime-Remote stuff out (anyone with experience, HELP!!!) I think it wouldn't be so bad if I weren't dealing with all these infertility issues. I have such a wonderful doctor, but now that we moved he's 2 1/2 hours away, so now I don't really know what to do, and haven't gotten much help from the 888 number. I guess that's tomorrows task.

I'm exhausted, and under tornado warnings, or watches, or whatever.... the one where they've seen a tornado. I should probably figure that out hunh!