Yo ho ho and a bottle of Advil.
October 24th 2006 13:53
I am married to sailor. I know that sounds glamorous and all. Everyone has visions of Richard Gere hoisting up Debra Winger at the end of Officer and A Gentleman, as she playfully wears his hat. It's NOT like that. Trust me. I barely see my husband in his uniform. When he was on a ship, his uniform was a coverall. Which is NOT by any means sexy. If he hoisted me up in the air, we'd fall down. He has a bad back. Not stuff romance movies are made of.
I think probably the most irritating thing about being a military family is the fact that the military RULES YOUR LIFE. It sucks big donkey dong and there really isn't much you can do about it. You just have to accept that family will never, ever come first if you're a military family. It's the small price to pay for health insurance and a steady paycheck.
This part of the military is going to be hard for me once my husband goes back out to the fleet. THe whole "Loose lips sink ships" thing. How much of my life can I divulge in my blog without getting him in trouble? When I first started blogging, back before the word blogging was even invented, I mentioned that he was going out to sea. I remember being pretty non specific about it, but got a nasty comment on my journal about how "they" were going to report me and Tony for to much info on the internet. That I should tell my husband and he should tell his people on the ship blah blah blah. It ended up being some dumb bitch who felt she needed to teach me a lesson, and nothing ever came of it. The lesson was well recieved though.
Sometimes I can't help but be bitter about the whole thing. I can't live my life in the way I want. It kind of reminds me of those cell phone commercials, where the person has his whole network behind him. That's what our life is like, except our network can decide to make our lives miserable. Way more so than a dropped call here and there.
I've learned to accept it these last nine years. My husband really enjoys what he does, and I could never take that away from him. I like it too for the most part. It just sucks when he has somebody calling him at 10 at night and he has to take the call, or he has to get up at 3 am to do something for work, or he misses our anniversary, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, both kids birthdays, and Valentine's day all in one fell swoop. It's hard on me, and I really dread it now that the kids are older.
I think probably the most irritating thing about being a military family is the fact that the military RULES YOUR LIFE. It sucks big donkey dong and there really isn't much you can do about it. You just have to accept that family will never, ever come first if you're a military family. It's the small price to pay for health insurance and a steady paycheck.
This part of the military is going to be hard for me once my husband goes back out to the fleet. THe whole "Loose lips sink ships" thing. How much of my life can I divulge in my blog without getting him in trouble? When I first started blogging, back before the word blogging was even invented, I mentioned that he was going out to sea. I remember being pretty non specific about it, but got a nasty comment on my journal about how "they" were going to report me and Tony for to much info on the internet. That I should tell my husband and he should tell his people on the ship blah blah blah. It ended up being some dumb bitch who felt she needed to teach me a lesson, and nothing ever came of it. The lesson was well recieved though.
Sometimes I can't help but be bitter about the whole thing. I can't live my life in the way I want. It kind of reminds me of those cell phone commercials, where the person has his whole network behind him. That's what our life is like, except our network can decide to make our lives miserable. Way more so than a dropped call here and there.
I've learned to accept it these last nine years. My husband really enjoys what he does, and I could never take that away from him. I like it too for the most part. It just sucks when he has somebody calling him at 10 at night and he has to take the call, or he has to get up at 3 am to do something for work, or he misses our anniversary, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, both kids birthdays, and Valentine's day all in one fell swoop. It's hard on me, and I really dread it now that the kids are older.
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Summer Banks
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