Cox and Forkum

….someone asks when your husband will be home, you say July or August instead of 5 or 6pm

 
….You live on your own and by yourself more after you’re married than before you were married.

 
…You know all of your husband’s coworkers by their last name, and rarely know their first name.

 

…When you say “I’m going to the commissary” instead of “grocery store”.

 
…When you need I.D to buy groceries

 
…You are called “Ma’am” at the age of 18 by every MP that comes into contact with you.

 
…When you forget you have a driver’s license and take your military ID everywhere with you.

 
…When you hear of another death or injury of a US Military and weep inside for that wife or mother that loved that Marine, Soldier, Airmen, or Seamen.

 
…You really want something but you say ” well I’m going to have to wait for the 1st… or 15th for it “.

 
…You ask someone “what’s your rank?” instead of “what’s your job?!”

 
…When half of your wardrobe has some kind of Military insignia on it and once belonged to your husband.

 
…When the sounds of helicopters, and Jets flying over your house shaking your windows, surprisingly soothes you!

 
…your husband’s work and dress clothes cost more than yours do.

 
…You only write in pencil because EVERYTHING is subject to change.

 
…You know that a 2 month separation IS short, no matter what your civilian friends say.

 
…You know better than to go to the commissary between 11:30 and 1:30 unless it’s a life or death emergency.

 
…You show your military ID to the greeter at Wal-Mart.

 
…You know that any reference to “sand box” describes a deployment to Iraq/Kuwait, not your kid’s backyard toys.

 
…You have enough camouflage in your house to wallpaper the White House.

 
…You don’t have to think about what time 21:30 is.

 
…You can’t remember the last time you saw a doctor who wasn’t wearing BDUs.

 
…You are asked to stop talking in acronyms and translate it all to English

 
…You have multiple copies of P.O.A.’s to throw at the credit card people and the banks…

 

I noticed that there’s a huge lack of anything to do with the ARMY or my husband. It’s not on purpose I know that lol. I think it’s because most of my day is filled with stuff related to military life that when I get on here to write or babble as seem’s to be the case, it’s all blah lol. I guess I need to write right when something happens or seems interesting….hmm….it’s a thought. =)

My baby called!!!!! It was soooooooooooo awesome to hear his voice!!! Gawd I love that man. =o)~
He sounded good and has been busy. There were sandstorms that knocked out the phone and internet lines for a couple day’s. Seem’s the sand is causing problems with their weapons….brand new weapon’s too. How pleasant, same shit different deployment basically. lol Praying they get the issue’s taken care of before they move to next stop on their sunny desert vacation. I’m sure they will it sounded like things were working themselves out.
Hubby was talking about a NG unit that is from his hometown. Pretty cool! Now they can talk hometown/state shit eh?

It’s like the first kiss…The ringing of the phone. Now that we have the new fandangled technology of being able to set a specific ringtone for a specific person there’s never a doubt that the ringing phone is THE phone call. The one that set’s my heart to racing because I know my husband’s voice will be on the other end.

He’s doing good, busy with all things they have to do to get started. This is good to hear, keep him busy, makes time go by faster and a bit easier. It’s the quiet time that get’s to most.

If I had a tail I’d wag it…

I’m happy! I’m tickled-pink…all is well with the world. Sleep well, be safe, know you are loved. XOXOOOO