tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63520202213805863292024-03-21T10:57:17.911-04:00That Recruit's WifeThat Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-21811319248643965972012-06-21T10:57:00.001-04:002012-06-21T10:58:45.891-04:00Military Spouse Tag Survey<span style="font-size: large;">If you're a military spouse, then TAG! You're it. :)</span><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">2. How old were you when you two met?</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;"> I was 17 and he was 20.<span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">4. Where are you and your spouse originally from? </span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">He's from Virginia and I'm from California, but I lived in NC when I met him (of course!)</div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">5. How did you feel about him joining the military?</span></b></div><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">I was excited and pretty much his #1 support throughout the whole beginning of it. We both wanted a more interesting lifestyle with more opportunities and we definitely got that!</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br />
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<div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">8. Ever been to his promotion ceremony? </span></b></div> <span style="color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">No, but I do want to go at some point.</span></span><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">10. Did you marry him before or after he joined? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Before he joined.</div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div><b style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div><b style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">11. How did your husband propose? </span></b><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">We both had it all planned out, which some would call unromantic, but it worked for us! It was on top one of the "famous" mountains in our hometown area, we both read letters to each other and then out came the ring. And a little old lady saw the whole thing so she offered to take our camera and take our picture! </span></span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">12. Where did you get married? </span></b></div> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">At our church.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">13. How old were you two when you got married? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">I was 18 and he was 20...we didn't waste any time! ;)</div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">14. Did he wear his uniform on your wedding day? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">No, didn't have one at that point!</div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">15. Where are you and your spouse currently stationed? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">We currently live in Jacksonville, NC. He's stationed at Camp Lejeune.</div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">16. Do you live on base? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"> No, we live in an apartment about six miles from base.</div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">17. How long were you married when you had to go through your first separation? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">About a year and a half, when he left for boot camp.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">18. What is your favorite base so far? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"> So far we've only been at this one, but we both like it for the most part. </div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">19. Do you think your spouse looks good in his uniform? </span></b></div><div><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">Of course.</span></span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">20. Do you think military life is more advanced than civilian life? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">I don't think it's more advanced.. it's just different. You can't compare the two. </div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">21. Do you like the benefits you receive as a military dependent? </span></b></div><div> <span style="color: #444444;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">Yes, the benefits are great. Basically anything I want to do on base is free which is awesome!</span></span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">22. Do you have a lot of military wife friends? </span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"> I have two who I would even call close...we're all completely different people but we're in this military thing together so we get along great.</div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">23. What is the hardest part of the military life? </span></b> </div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Things changing <i>constantly </i>really bothers me, but I'm getting used to it. </div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">24. Do you own military wife stuff?</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes, I only have one thing that actually says "Marine wife" though. I have some USMC shirts and stickers.</div></div></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">25. Do you support your spouse as a member of the military? </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;">Of course, what kind of spouse would I be if I didn't?</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONKuo3MDyyWiQCr9qblq3Cv5e_SgAhE877z9co6awuTJIBfupj0AVu12Du08JEDTZ6_ooe1fn6Ji_0JsOB6KZX3iz-_xJmU9el7rSjgbC2_ElEXvyISm-pPIsI3_Qbopng6KD1M-xr_g/s1600/DSCN0167redo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONKuo3MDyyWiQCr9qblq3Cv5e_SgAhE877z9co6awuTJIBfupj0AVu12Du08JEDTZ6_ooe1fn6Ji_0JsOB6KZX3iz-_xJmU9el7rSjgbC2_ElEXvyISm-pPIsI3_Qbopng6KD1M-xr_g/s400/DSCN0167redo.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">"way back" at MCT graduation in October of 2011. This is one of my favorite pictures of us.</span></span></span></div></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-149278599379235872012-06-20T14:15:00.002-04:002012-06-20T14:15:56.835-04:00help!I'm trying to get help making my blog look a little <i>better. </i>I've done all I know how to do and I feel it needs more sprucing up. If anyone can recommend a good blog designer with a big variety of templates, I'd really appreciate it! I had thought I found a lady a few days ago but it turns out she's on hiatus until who knows when. TIA!That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-74186212805407442712012-06-20T11:15:00.000-04:002012-06-20T11:15:06.164-04:00Let's Be Real: flaws.I'm going to be starting a new series on this little blog called <b>Let's Be Real. </b>It will be published every Wednesday, or so I hope. It will cover a wide variety of topics, basically just to get me back into writing regularly!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Let's Be Real</b> Week 1: flaws.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This post was inspired by another blog I follow. She felt the need to type out all of her flaws because people kept sending her anonymous comments about how she's a fake, a liar, and a hypocrite. I won't link to the blog here because I don't feel like she'd want that, but if you follow any of the same blogs I do you might have seen it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So here are mine.</span><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: small;">I have zero patience. It's really something I'm trying to work on (getting to the age where people want kids and all that), but it's hard for me! I believe I <i>used </i>to be a patient person (I don't know, you'll have to ask my mom) at one point, but it just went down the drain for one reason or another. I try to remember Ecclesiastes 7:8 when dealing with this: "The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride."</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I very rarely think before I speak. I've always just labeled myself as "blunt" or that I "say the things everyone else is thinking," but I really don't want to do that. Granted, at times what I say IS called for, but I don't think Jesus would blurt out every little thought that came to his mind, so I need to try not to either! Words can be a double edged sword and I don't want to annihilate everyone with it. </span></li>
<li>This is going to be a hard one to admit, but guess I should put it out there. Since becoming involved in the military lifestyle, I've taken on the mouth of a sailor! Maybe not that bad, but...well, if you ask my husband I DO have a sailor mouth. It got so bad at one point that he made me a swear jar and I had to put in a dollar every time he heard me. <i>That </i>got so bad that I ran out of $1s and started getting change out of his pockets to pay up. It's just really hard when everyone around you swears like crazy, I do admit that. My husband had a problem with this too but now I very rarely hear him murmur anything more than a "crap" or something equally harmless.</li>
<li>This might not seem like a flaw to you all, but it is to me. I have literally no motivation to exercise. It WILL catch up with me one day so that's basically what keeps me going. I can tough out a Jillian Michaels DVD a few days a week and walk the dog on a brisk walk every day, but that's it. I always feel like I can do more and that I NEED to do more. I just don't like working out alone or in a new place where I don't know anyone; that's why I still haven't made my way to the yoga class on base or to the gym.</li>
<li>I'm very, very critical of how I look. I probably have the lowest self esteem of anyone I know. I'm the kind of person who needs to hear that I look good, or that I'm beautiful, or pretty, constantly or else I lose whatever esteem I had. I critique everything about my body, my teeth, the way my clothes fit, etc. Good thing I don't own a scale because I'd be having an issue with that too (I can honestly say though, I do like my body and I KNOW I'm not heavy or anything). When I don't hear those words every day (my love language is VERY MUCH 'words of affirmation') it brings me down. I'm also very wrapped up in how others see me, which definitely goes along with being critical about myself.</li>
</ul>Um, I think that's all I'm going to write for now. I probably have upset someone or whatever. Oh well. Hopefully my mom won't read that part about swearing, she'll have a cow! But if she does: MOM, I AM working on it. I won't swear when you're here. ;-)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagGPx_E66IYGrpjykRxhaeZbIclidDjF5d9mkBPPcJLBP7s3pSr5w-w1WPZ7_cqtavSJyEsxelPFD9c8FXoD6c1PX-4801bJ5uE_ztZvpIdbP-Nzq_Btd5iKAyrpGVHba9SJIeFE7iEA/s1600/120612-173206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagGPx_E66IYGrpjykRxhaeZbIclidDjF5d9mkBPPcJLBP7s3pSr5w-w1WPZ7_cqtavSJyEsxelPFD9c8FXoD6c1PX-4801bJ5uE_ztZvpIdbP-Nzq_Btd5iKAyrpGVHba9SJIeFE7iEA/s400/120612-173206.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>And just because, a makeup free photo from a few days ago. I figured it belonged here :)That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-8452279001551055482012-06-19T16:36:00.001-04:002012-06-19T21:18:43.402-04:00Little update.I just realized I never posted a few pictures from my 21st birthday. It wasn't as "crazy" as I expected it would be and that's totally okay with me! On Friday night (the 8th) B and I went to his friend's house for a get-together with a bunch of people from his unit. Basically everyone was drunk already when we got there around 8pm, but they all insisted on taking a "birthday shot" with me once it reached midnight and was OFFICIALLY my birthday. We counted down the minutes until twelve, and then down the hatch it went: a shot of strong brandy. I don't even know the name of it; it started with a C and all I know is it burned going down! Wasn't bad though.<br />
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I'll spare you all the details of what happened with two of the guys after that...let's just say they drank WAY too much that night and the shot did them in.<br />
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Anyway, next morning. We got home around 2am so we were exhausted, but we woke up early to go to IHOP with everyone from the night before. There were so many of us they had to split us up among three tables which kind of sucked but it was still fun. Someone had told the waitress it was my birthday, so at 10am I was surrounded my singing employees and a little sundae. I don't really like all that attention, but it was fun. This is where our motto of the day began; YOLO.<br />
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I really hate that phrase, I think it's so ridiculous. But what the heck, it was my birthday and we were going to have FUN!<br />
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We all headed off to the beach (little Sadie too) and made a day of it. Got a little too much sun, so we came home super tired and all plans for going out to celebrate that night kinda fell through. B and I crashed around nine and slept for a solid twelve hours!<br />
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One "family" picture:<br />
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Excuse my "shorts tan." I'm trying to get rid of that unsightly-ness. <br />
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I have more pictures but I don't want to put them on this blog because there's alcohol and cigarettes in them; that's what happens when you're with a ton of Marines...I don't usually associate myself with those two things (let alone go to a "real" party) so off they blog they'll stay.<br />
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I love how in the above picture our dog is just totally lovin' life. She hates the water but LOVES the sand and digging big holes. Kinda adorable.<br />
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Forgot to mention all of us bought neon YOLO glasses and wore them the whole day. Again not something I'd do normally, but...you only live once! ;-)That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-45901375315954611602012-06-07T15:54:00.002-04:002012-06-19T21:18:24.267-04:00lately.I am the worst blogger <span style="font-size: large;">ever</span>!<br />
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I am alive though, I just mostly stay on facebook and Twitter now. I say this every time, I know, but I still read all my usual mil-blogs. Mine just never seems to get updated!<br />
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Want a few pictures?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0qRj9y5r-bx5yX5izNFLvH8Z7wB4o4ZFD0Nlgn53bhrkF_j3yb59ZirL754SMQomMriB2NuVuPlZr-j6gZrCz23xjuoyeObG0bce6LOjCUOrqHRuaUkMT-_4Prg2aJpO7CiVaz9z69U/s1600/DSCN0927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0qRj9y5r-bx5yX5izNFLvH8Z7wB4o4ZFD0Nlgn53bhrkF_j3yb59ZirL754SMQomMriB2NuVuPlZr-j6gZrCz23xjuoyeObG0bce6LOjCUOrqHRuaUkMT-_4Prg2aJpO7CiVaz9z69U/s400/DSCN0927.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My little sister and I out celebrating both of our birthdays. Her's is June 4th, mine's the 9th (helloooo 21!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSPNM_UcbKiF3UD6DiGUDY-Bo4HcwyAzepEZM1csO95oRh_5ZK_FCaaXeoq_zmmZuZ8dBYrGJwVe1tTAKc7RJkRtiExNDrC31Vyd-W-0Z83xgxhpZeDd1JKiYbqwBUaSViOc-mKHPad8/s1600/DSCN0891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSPNM_UcbKiF3UD6DiGUDY-Bo4HcwyAzepEZM1csO95oRh_5ZK_FCaaXeoq_zmmZuZ8dBYrGJwVe1tTAKc7RJkRtiExNDrC31Vyd-W-0Z83xgxhpZeDd1JKiYbqwBUaSViOc-mKHPad8/s400/DSCN0891.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Five month old Sadie. She's a tornado, let me tell you. The only thing she's REALLY good at is sleeping in her crate at night and being quiet and not peeing/pooping in it. Housebreaking for her has gone backwards. She refuses to go outside for me, only for my husband. She's obsessed with him. Sadie will literally attack him with kisses and jump all over him when he walks through the door, but she doesn't do that with me like, EVER! But that's okay. I'd rather not have doggy slobber all over my clothes and face.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway. My 21st is on Saturday. I did something sort of mean and took my birth date off of Facebook just to see how many of my "friends" actually know it's my birthday. Ssshh, don't tell my secret! :-P As far as I know, I'm not doing anything overly ridiculous on Saturday, my husband and I will probably just chill at home with some Jack and/or vodka lemonade. Sounds good, yes? I also am hoping to get a tattoo when my mom comes to visit (she wants one too!) as a present to myself. YOLO, right? (totally kidding. I hate that phrase SO MUCH.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now for some crappy cell phone pics:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn_sphotos_b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/538200_4139976422007_247508161_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn_sphotos_b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/538200_4139976422007_247508161_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What's this?! A pic of B? This was from Monopoly/Pictionary night at our house. He was mad because his team was losing. That's what he gets for picking to be on my friend's team rather than mine! ;-)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Aaaand that's about it for now. On Sunday B and I (and some of his friends) are trying out a new church. I guess it's about time since, you know, I haven't been to church once since moving here in January. Bad me!</div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-81346266486287749982012-04-30T20:27:00.002-04:002012-04-30T20:27:50.423-04:00right now.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wearing</b>: Yellow striped pj shorts & hubby's white t-shirt</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wanting</b>: My husband home! And I'd like to find something decent to watch on TV...seems like nothing is on tonight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thinking</b>:Why is my forehead so itchy? // Should I get up to get matches so I can burn my new candle? // When is hubs coming home?!?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Needing</b>: I don't personally need anything but my dog is super low on dog food...guess I know what I'll be buying tomorrow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Worried about</b>: Nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Hoping for</b>: Good news when my husband turns in his request for leave time in June.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Excited about</b>: My husband coming home! I know it's sometime this week, I just don't know when! The suspense is killing me. Supposedly he finds out tomorrow, we'll see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">B's two favorite girls ;)</span></span></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-79780595919034399702012-04-26T16:22:00.001-04:002012-04-26T16:22:58.106-04:00Me? College? hahahah.Well, I'm about to register for college for the third time. Third time is a charm? Hopefully. After talking it over with my husband we both agree it's best I get some sort of degree/certification JUST IN CASE anything were to happen to him and I'd need to provide. I e-mailed the director of admissions at the community college here about the Veterinary Assistant program. I've tried doing <i>human </i>medical studies twice (CNA program) and hated it so maybe if it's with animals it will be different.<br />
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So, wish me luck. I'm still not super excited about it but hopefully I'll get there. Wish me luck, and for goodness sake, don't let me drop out for a third time!That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-70173750868875803342012-04-25T13:01:00.003-04:002012-04-25T13:02:44.501-04:00Back home.Okay, I'm not gonna lie. The past three or so days have been kinda hard. I held it together a lot better at my parent's house. Now, it sucks being in OUR house alone, sleeping in our bed alone, cooking alone, blah blah blah. As of right now B has only been gone about five and a half weeks, but it feels like forever. This is the longest I've gone without seeing him since boot camp; I would see him once a month, or more frequently, while he was in MCT and MOS school. Arghh!!!<br />
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They're scheduled to come home on a certain day, but just about every time he calls me the date has changed. Let's hope it doesn't change again though!<br />
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Up there is a picture of our girl, Sadie! She's 15 weeks today and growing so quickly. She eats like a horse...we went from buying a bag of food every two weeks to buying one every 10 days or so. She's sooo hyper but also really smart. Before B comes home, my goal is to get her sleeping in her crate in her kitchen and get her out of our bedroom. I've had her in our room (in her crate) the past few nights just so she wouldn't have such a hard time adjusting to being back in our own house. However, just a few minutes ago, I moved her bed to the kitchen corner where her new "spot" will be. I put her in there for her naptime (usually from 1-3:30ish every day) and she whined for just a few minutes and now she's asleep. Such a good girl! gah I love her. She gets so excited when she sees her leash and gets to go outside; she'll run to the back door and sit down, her little stump tail just wagging like crazy. B has missed her a lot! He always says he'll be glad to get back to his two girls. :)That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-14040499119951682182012-04-14T22:49:00.001-04:002012-04-14T23:06:01.781-04:00on repeat.I've been listening to a lot of music lately and thought I'd clue you in as to what it is! I've said this before and I'll say it again: my music taste is a huge variety!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1. <b>Courage </b>by Orianthi <span style="font-size: small;">feat. Lacey from Flyleaf</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">2. <b>Learning to Fly </b>by Lady Antebellum</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">3. <b>Faceless </b>by Red</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">4. <b>One Last Time </b>by My Darkest Days</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">5. <b>Remember Everything </b>(clean) by Five Finger Death Punch</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">6. <b>The Downfall of Us All </b>by A Day to Remember</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">7. <b>Sweetly Broken </b>by Jeremy Riddle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">8. <b>Dirt Road Anthem </b>by Jason Aldean</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">9. <b>I Wanna Go </b>by Britney Spears</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">10. <b>The Way </b>by Jeremy Camp</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">11. <b>Beautiful Bride </b>by Flyleaf</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">12. <b>When I'm With You </b>by JJ Heller</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">13. <b>Inheritance </b>by Jonathan David Helser</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">14. <b>It's Not Me It's You </b>by Skillet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">15. <b>Not a Day Goes By </b>by Lonestar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">16. <b>Standing Outside the Fire </b>by Garth Brooks</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">17. <b>Heart of the World </b>by Lady Antebellum</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">18. <b>Kiss Me Slowly </b>by Parachute</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">19. <b>Crack the Shutters </b>by Counting Crows</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">20. <b>Doomsday Stomp </b>by Project 86</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">21. <b>Vices </b>by Dead Poetic</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't say I didn't warn you! My music taste is cray cray. I find myself listening to more country music when my husband is away just because it reminds me of him. Normally the only country band I like is Lady Antebellum because seriously, can't go wrong with them!</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> don't forget to like the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/thatrecruitswife" target="_blank">That Recruit's Wife facebook page!</a></span> </span></div></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-23948061844807625072012-04-11T16:31:00.000-04:002012-04-11T16:31:17.375-04:00nine days......until I will be back home. I'm very excited, actually. I miss cleaning my house and making dinner and baking stuff. I miss being around a bunch of Marines (I don't mean that in a bad way of course...haha). I miss being in a town with stuff to do! I miss my friends! Aaah!!<br />
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I'm slowly but surely compiling a list of things to cook for B when he comes home. Can't wait to cook for him again! I know whenever he eats there are hardly any leftovers so I have to grab my portion for lunch the next day so I don't starve. ;-)<br />
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Tomorrow, <span style="font-size: large;">April 12th, <span style="font-size: small;">means B and I have been together for three years!!!!! It's gone by so quickly. Never thought I'd marry the youth preacher from Wal-Mart who turned into a Marine.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just for fun, us three years ago:</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/6211_1174517614215_1566300060_1024423_5079032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/6211_1174517614215_1566300060_1024423_5079032_n.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">June 2009 before we got our engagement pics done. I had mono and didn't even know it here!</div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-82105729050513011742012-04-11T08:14:00.001-04:002012-04-11T08:17:12.316-04:00what we've learned.<div style="text-align: center;"><b>What we've learned since being a Marine Corps family:</b></div><br />
<ul style="text-align: center;"><li>How much time you spend together is not as important as how much you <b>value </b>the time you spend together.</li>
<li>Whining and crying about anything Marine Corps related does nothing. It's the new lifestyle and it will come with some annoying aspects.</li>
<li>Just because we have more money now than before doesn't mean all of it has to be spent! Time together at home is the most valuable anyway.</li>
<li>How movies/books portray military life is in no way related to how it actually is. We've both found that out. You can't go into this lifestyle expecting a mil-family get-together every weekend, you can't expect tons of friends to always come over and be super close to you, you can't expect this to be a normal 9-5 job and always have your husband home for dinner. <b>You're lucky if he makes it home for dinner.</b></li>
<li>Don't be <b>The Wife </b>who always nags and complains about EVERYTHING. These guys have virtually no freedom (like mine (and many more) who, is currently stuck in the desert with virtually <i>nothing </i>fun around them to do. If they want to drink, let them drink. If they want to gamble, let them gamble. It's <strike>harmless </strike><i>mostly </i>harmless fun.</li>
<li>Don't ever, ever assume that he doesn't miss you as much as you miss him. Because HE DOES. We went through this and it ended with us on the phone at 3am while he was at MOS school (on firewatch!) and me saying "Okay okay we'll have a baby." Yes, long story. But me saying, "Omg, how come you don't even miss me?!" doesn't get anyone anywhere.</li>
<li>Marines may seem like big tough guys who don't take junk from anyone, they may seem like killers (which I guess they are thanks to MCMAP), but I think all of them have a soft spot for <i>something. </i>Since boot camp especially my husband has really mellowed out and is just so <i>chill </i>compared to what he used to be. He loves kids more than ever, loves our puppy so much. He always teases me that I have less of a heart than he does now, which might very well be true!</li>
</ul>I'm sure we'll learn more. These are just some of the basic things, and I think the biggest, that we can both agree we've learned since May 2011. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Also if you guys could <a href="https://www.facebook.com/thatrecruitswife" target="_blank">like my Facebook page </a>I'd appreciate it! I've been trying to go through and like everyone else's blog page as well. :)</span> </span></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-84716579715895469762012-04-06T18:07:00.001-04:002012-04-06T18:07:43.097-04:00right now.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wearing</b>: AE jeans, black shirt, Marines jacket. Lazy day after work.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wanting</b>: Dinner! I'm starving and it smells so good cooking upstairs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thinking</b>: About how I hope I hear from my Marine tonight! Calls are few and far between.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Needing</b>: Money! Everyone at work got paid today except for me, that's what I get for coming back in the middle of a pay cycle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Worried about</b>: Nothing!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Hoping for</b>: I hope I'm able to find a church soon! I've been out for so long and I <strike>want</strike> need to go back.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Excited about</b>: Vacation! And my 21st birthday. ;-) Should be a fantastic night...hubs said he'll show me "how it's done." I don't know if I should be excited or worried about that...hahaha.</span></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-84871967152237625862012-04-05T16:22:00.000-04:002012-04-05T16:22:16.972-04:00Sadie.Sadie the Jack Russell joined our family on March 5th of this year! She's sooo sweet. She's definitely in love with my husband; since he's been away he's made it very clear how much he misses her. :-) The two of them napped together constantly and played all the time. She'll be glad when he's back!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1. I was born in North Hollywood, California.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">2. I love the color purple. I used to like pink but now I can barely stand it (even though I just bought a pink/white striped shirt...it was the stripes I liked).</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media-cache8.pinterest.com/upload/14707136253073905_OTSSRF0E_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://media-cache8.pinterest.com/upload/14707136253073905_OTSSRF0E_f.jpg" width="153" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"> 9. I love the fashion of the 40s and 50s. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">10.I have a super wide variety of music on my iPod. I used to only listen to one type at a time but over the past couple years my taste has certainly evolved. The content ranges from <b>JJ Heller</b> to <b>Five Finger Death Punch</b> to <b>Skillet</b> to <b>Lady Antebellum</b> to <b>Eminem</b> to <b>Demon Hunter.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">11. <i>There are seven billion people in the world, but I can only tolerate ten. </i>Pretty much how I feel on most days!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">13. I love babies. Most of them. We hope to have a big family one day in the future.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">14. I've always wanted to visit Greece, and even though I doubt I'll ever get there, I still think about it a lot.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">15. I've deleted Facebook and got it back more times than I can count. I have issues where people find out dirt about me and then blab to others, then I find out eventually (my nose ring is <i>unacceptable </i>apparently). But whatever. I have too many real friends on there and it's just easier to block the offenders (or ignore their persistent "friend" requests). Muahahaha.</span></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-4141650716105502262012-04-02T11:05:00.000-04:002012-04-02T11:05:08.995-04:00a touch of madness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media-cache2.pinterest.com/upload/227009637436624639_iTJunzxY_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://media-cache2.pinterest.com/upload/227009637436624639_iTJunzxY_f.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>I found this on Pinterest last night, and seriously, how true is that? Love it! Beethoven is my very favorite composer and he was certainly mad, but such a musical genious.<br />
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Some other favorite Pinterest findings lately:<br />
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Anybody found anything Pinteresting lately? That place is such an inspiration to me, no lie.That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-15692491870883068962012-03-31T18:12:00.000-04:002012-03-31T18:12:32.722-04:00life.Hiiiii everyone!<br />
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I really think I can get back into the blogging groove again, because...I finally got a new laptop! I used to blog on a really bad quality netbook (it was great when it was in its prime) and it just wasn't working out. So after this morning and dealing with it freezing up constantly, I walked into Staples, called my husband, and informed him of how I was about to purchase us a new laptop. And he agreed!<br />
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Husband is currently not in NC...he's doing pre-deployment training in a classified area. ;-) Although we've been told he's not getting deployed anytime soon, this is "required" training for when it does happen.<br />
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Anyway...we love it in our new town! I suppose I like it more than he does for obvious reasons. I'm currently back home visiting my family while he's gone and I'm actually going to be working for a few weeks until he comes home. I figured it would make the time go by faster and Lord knows I can use all the help I can get!<br />
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Here are a few pictures to update you guys!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So...I really hope to get back into blogging! I still read all of your blogs but very rarely comment because it was such a long process with my old computer! I will be doing that more often, for sure!</div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-89773789115623828792012-02-08T18:16:00.000-05:002012-02-08T18:16:31.761-05:00Our new lifeLong time no posting! I felt the need to update because I constantly read everyone's blogs but never update my own. I'm such a bad blogger!<br />
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A few recent happenings:<br />
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-I FINALLY live with my husband again! I've been here almost a month (Camp Lejeune) and I love it. I don't know if I mentioned this before or not, but I sold my car back while he was at boot camp, and that was probably not such a great idea. B takes the car to work every day and I'm stuck at home. I don't usually mind it, but sometimes when the weather is beautiful I just want to go drive somewhere and sit and read a book. Or something.<br />
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-I've got one new friend so far. Her and her husband helped us move in when we arrived here. My husband and hers are in the same unit so they've known each other for a while. It would be easier to get out and meet people if I had a car...but I'll make do for now. Hopefully within the next few months my own set of wheels will be parked in our driveway.<br />
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Now, a few pictures from the past month or so:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Overall, I love our new life. We go out and do stuff all the time which is very nice since we've never had the opportunity before. I'm excited for the summertime when we can sit on the beach all day long! That's my kind of summer. Beach, swimming, books. Yes.</div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-36212294153191323092012-01-01T18:41:00.000-05:002012-01-01T18:41:50.487-05:00Happy New Year!Happy New Year, everyone! Hope you all had a great weekend.<br />
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Moving day is coming up pretty soon! Twelve days to be exact. I leave my job in eleven so of course I'm excited about that too!<br />
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I plan to be more active with this blog once we get settled down and moved in, that's for sure!<br />
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I still don't know if I will wait a while to start work again or try to find a job immediately once I get there. I really don't want to work but everyone is telling me I will be so bored if I don't. So I don't know what to do. If I do anything I'd like it to be super-part time, maybe enough to make a car payment every month since I <i>do </i>want a new car (Kia Soul's are what I drool over). We'll see. I think I should just settle in and adjust to our 'new' life before starting the job hunt.That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-1794061922675951812011-12-12T10:39:00.000-05:002011-12-12T10:39:49.181-05:00getting ready to move...It's getting closer, guys! We 'officially' have a place to live now. It's actually 17 miles from Camp Lejeune but that's much less of a drive than what B had to do for his old job. To be honest, I haven't even s<i>een </i>this place yet, but B has so I'm trusting him. He'll move in about a month before I do because one of the stipulations is that I have to pay off my Maurice's credit card (shouldn't have gone on so many shopping sprees while he was at boot camp...). I'll probably get there around the end of January although I'm praying it will be sooner.<br />
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Now I'm getting a little more nervous every day. This is my last full month at this house (my parent's) then we'll officially be on our own, four hours away from our family. But that's okay, it's what we wanted. B is a little worried that I'll have a hard time getting to know people, he's afraid I'll be alone when he gets deployed because he knows I'd much rather be by myself than out with a bunch of people.<br />
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How did you all get to know people when you moved to a completely new place? I'm so introverted and it's always been hard for me. I'm the kind of person who waits for people to come to me because I always feel so weird going up to them first in case we don't hit it off. I guess it's just one of those risks I gotta learn to take though.<br />
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Now, time for a picture! I went to visit B at MOS school for Thanksgiving and we had a wonderful time, like always. We went to Onslow beach (we're so excited to have a beach so close now!) and walked around in the cold water and picked up shells for little sis.<br />
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We were <i>supposed </i>to find our where the first PDS will be, but haven't heard anything yet. Was supposed to happen Monday. Then Tuesday. Then <i>most definitely </i>Wednesday. And now it's <i>for sure </i>on Friday. So...PLEASE GET THIS OVER WITH.<br />
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I'm seriously stressing myself over something so small. God's really trying to teach me a lesson here. Every little noise or flash my phone makes I freak out and don't want to read it or answer the call <i>just in case</i> it's B with any sort of news. The internet is a terrible thing for me to be reading at this point; it's pretty much convinced me that since B isn't over an E-5 rank that he'll be sent to Japan for 2 years and I can't go and BLAH BLAH BLAH.<br />
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Someone, slap me. I need to calm down <i>especially </i>since we don't even know anything yet.<br />
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Ughhhh.That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-85951649938712248902011-11-22T21:11:00.000-05:002011-11-22T21:11:47.615-05:00he's twenty-three today!<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy birthday, B!</span></b></div><br />
My husband of two years has turned the big 2-3 today. He thinks he's <i>old</i>. And that REALLY annoys me! I hate to think what he's going to say when he's 33, or 43...or, oh my gosh; <span style="font-size: large;">53</span>!<br />
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I always have this secret love for his birthday because I enjoy him being 'so much' older than me. He's <b><i>three years older</i></b> than me now even though it's technically two and a half.<br />
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Oh well.<br />
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His birthday present is me driving down for Thanksgiving and the rest of the weekend. We have pretty much no plans...the only thing we have set in stone is to go to Red Lobster; that's <b>our place. </b>We really love it there.<br />
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So, here you go, B. Enjoy the remainder of this post!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Facts about the number 23:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. The tilt of the earth's axis is roughly 23 days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. Blood circulates the body on average every 23 seconds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. There are exactly 23 characters, letters, and numbers on the face of every US coin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4. William Shakespeare was born (and died) on April 23rd.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(i love you!)</span></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-81750415557783320232011-11-21T08:23:00.001-05:002011-11-21T08:23:40.113-05:00just love.I've been watching the new show on TLC called "All-American Muslim" lately. And I keep thinking the same thing over and over: <i>What is wrong with people not showing them love and grace like Jesus? </i>They're people too. Just because they don't have the same beliefs that we do doesn't mean they need to be treated differently . Last night's episode was particularly disturbing when a couple stood in line at a restaurant and waited over fifteen minutes to be seated, then the hostess slammed the menus on the table and left without saying a word.<br />
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I can't do anything but shake my head. I know my Jesus and I <i>know </i>he would certainly treat them much, much differently and he expects the same thing out of us.<br />
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B was <i>supposed </i>to start last week, but you know how that goes. Dates seem to change at random just for the heck of it. But this morning I got a text, "we're changing rooms again," so that seems to mean it's REALLY starting today. Finally! We're <b>almost </b>done with this part.<br />
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I call it The Hard Part. It's hard not living with your husband for six months and watching the days drag by (I'm sure it's the same with deployment...but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it). It's nice to know that possibly by the end of next month we'll be living together again, under one roof. It's going to be AWESOME. I'm so excited. And I know he is too, he just doesn't express it as outwardly as I do. :)<br />
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So, his MOS school is 5 weeks long. I guess that means 25 school days...so I counted ahead on the calender and he's supposed to finish right before Christmas! Aaah. I. Can't. Wait!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBMPLQuk5NgejJx4VXbIFhyphenhyphen_H0Gt37Er3-3nu2ghemgVASgdTljZWPj7RfbuuA1eLic9sWa5jC9OlyV6NNLG5BkaIojSfdhOd7srKWcB8Xfj9ZAOOFfTybQESuoLEkrYdZ7DrfNBFb4k/s1600/P5300010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBMPLQuk5NgejJx4VXbIFhyphenhyphen_H0Gt37Er3-3nu2ghemgVASgdTljZWPj7RfbuuA1eLic9sWa5jC9OlyV6NNLG5BkaIojSfdhOd7srKWcB8Xfj9ZAOOFfTybQESuoLEkrYdZ7DrfNBFb4k/s400/P5300010.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(B the day he left for bootcamp. May 31st, 2011. His recruiter is in the red)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfeVSpwUTeit5DlpsaOfjWI_7QcoR_wFuWZYb3Bm4m5MByBy2sUEOxkf9AmjZNTe5ruZRe7ENPxGZ2drZyaWsI7XTczW0V8d77MPpKepBo0IA-BypXIpdl6ozaLotAp1asOHUTm1KQ94/s1600/DSCN0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfeVSpwUTeit5DlpsaOfjWI_7QcoR_wFuWZYb3Bm4m5MByBy2sUEOxkf9AmjZNTe5ruZRe7ENPxGZ2drZyaWsI7XTczW0V8d77MPpKepBo0IA-BypXIpdl6ozaLotAp1asOHUTm1KQ94/s400/DSCN0110.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(after boot camp...like, 10 days after. Huge difference!)</div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-53564644278160575402011-11-09T22:19:00.000-05:002011-11-09T22:19:28.214-05:00happy birthday, USMC.Happy 236th birthday, Marine Corps!<br />
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This is the first birthday B and I will 'celebrate' since being active with the USMC. Dunno how much celebrating we'll do but it's still awesome to be a part of this.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span>Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don't have that problem.</span></i></span><b><i><span> </span></i></b><span><br />
Ronald Reagan, President of the United States; 1985 </span></span></div>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352020221380586329.post-9885570926317080612011-11-08T08:00:00.000-05:002011-11-08T08:00:12.231-05:00thirty things.I've been seeing this pop up on random blogs I read, so I decided it's my turn to do it! All I'm going to do is write down 30 random things about myself. Some deep, but most probably won't be.<br />
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Here goes!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">1. </span><span style="font-size: small;">I've held onto my first job for six years and counting. I think that's pretty impressive. :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">2. </span><span style="font-size: small;">I absolutely <i>hate </i>to see people eating alone. It breaks my heart. I'm sure some of them do it because they want to, but others probably have no choice. I'd love to randomly go sit with someone if I was brave enough.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">3. </span><span style="font-size: small;">I should have been born in the 50's. I love the fashion and everything about it!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">4. </span><span style="font-size: small;">I'm a super proud Marine wife...I think that's pretty obvious if you read this blog and poke around on my facebook. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">5. I met my husband at Wal-Mart (of all places!). I never, ever thought I'd meet my future husband there, but turns out The Guy Upstairs had other plans for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">6. I sing <i>a lot</i>. And I'm not even that good at it. Probably not good at all, but I really don't care. I sing in the car, the shower, my room. When I'm home alone it's my opportunity to turn up my iPod stereo and blast the tunes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">7. I can't narrow down my 'favorite' type of music to one genre anymore. My music taste has changed so much over the past several years, and right now it's safe to say I have a very, very diverse taste. My iPod library has stuff ranging from *Nsync to Linkin Park, Trans-Siberian Orchestra to Manafest, Casting Crowns to Demon Hunter...yeah, it's crazy. I love every song/artist in it's own way, I simply cannot choose a favorite.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">8. I'm very, very, VERY independent. I think it's fine, but my husband and mom worry about me sometimes. I really have no interaction with 'the outside world' except for work, but I really don't mind it...I'm definitely a crazy breed of wallflower.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">9. I have baby fever. We'll leave it at that.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">10. I LOVE sour candy. I wish I had some right now, actually.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">11. I <i>still </i>want my nose pierced. Really bad. My time will come.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">12. One of the things I'm looking forward to the most about moving, is getting to cook B dinner every night. I wish I could do it for him now, I know how much he appreciates it and I bet he's about sick of chow hall food by now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">13. It's <i>really </i>hard for me to get motivated to do something. I have to really, really want to do it before I make an effort. That's why I never diet and don't really exercise (bad me). Also might be why I never clean out my closet and let crap pile up to the ceiling.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">14. ...which is weird because in all other aspects I'm such a perfectionist. Except for cleaning my room. Sure, there's some stuff which absolutely has to be in it's exact place, but I think the closet is too far gone to even make an effort now. At least until I get back into my own place!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">15. I drink coffee every single day, but I'm honestly not addicted. I could give it up cold turkey right now and be alright...which is good. I don't need to be addicted to anything.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">16. I love to read. I definitely don't do it as much as I used to, but I still gain tons of information by browsing Wikipedia and other various websites. I think it's equally beneficial.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">17. I <i>hate </i>going to the doctor when I'm sick and I'll always try to avoid it. It bugs me that prescriptions don't actually help fix you, they just mask the symptoms.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">18. I've always wanted to try acupuncture. I don't know what exactly I'd get it done for, but since overcoming my fear of needles I'm a lot more adventurous than I used to be!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">19. I don't believe in organized religion at all, just a r<i>elationship </i>with Jesus Christ. My "religious" ideas are very mixed and really cannot be packed up and boxed into a religious denomination.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">20.One of my big goals in life is to home birth (with a birthing pool) my babies. It scares hubby a little bit ("What if something happens?!") but he's a lot more warmed up about it now than he was a year ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">21. Shrimp is definitely one of my favorite foods. I used to absolutely hate it, but ever since watching it being cooked at a Japanese restaurant I've loved it. I love the pecan-crusted shrimp from Red Lobster, and also shrimp tacos from our local Mexican restaurant. Mmmm.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">22. In high school, I took German classes for three years but <i>still </i>couldn't carry on a conversation with someone to this day. It's such a hard language. I know tons of <b>words,</b> just don't know how to put them all together and make a sentence.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">23. My shoe collection...hmmm. I have well over 45 pairs and I bet it's up around 50 by now. I seriously love shoes. However, I do need to expand my winter/fall shoe collection. Gives me an excuse to shop more. :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">24. I love the movie <i>Tangled.</i> I watched it probably ten times over this summer and I swear it never gets old! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">25. My first car was a 2001 PT Cruiser. I loved it except for the gas mileage. We recently sold it to my MIL just because we don't really 'need' two cars. I miss it a little bit though. :'(</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">26. I have the worst memory <i>ever. </i>But it's only my short-term memory. I can remember stuff from ten+ years ago, but if my mom tells me to do something I pretty much instantly forget. Same with the customers at work...I have to ask them all at least two times before it finally clicks.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">27. I was originally born in California and I love it there! Definitely would not be upset is the USMC moved us out there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">28. I love coffee shops. The smell, the drinks, everything. On one of our first dates, B and I sat in one for four hours and just talked. Loved it :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">29. I plan to own a bulldog one day (that's B's hint). They are so precious and aaaah I get all excited just thinking about it. Too bad they're so expensive...but it would be worth the investment *cough*.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">30. My middle name is Nicole. Couldn't think of a good #30, so there you go!</span>That Recruit's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273143407506076684noreply@blogger.com0