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February 17th, 2010
Trying this on again.
I’ve missed this little place of mine…
much like one misses their comfy jeans.
For now, a little something that’s been rattling around in my head:
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Chapters
May 29th, 2009
Yesterday morning, I put on my uniform one last time. I was on my way to out-process from my current station. On my way to start my leave before I head off for training in twelve days.
I buttoned up my shirt, stopping at the top button. I checked to make sure my name tag was on straight. I put on my blue pants and fiddled with the belt to make sure it was lined up properly. I slipped my feet into my shiny low-quarters and wiped them down with get the dust off. I pulled my hair back and secured it with eleventeen bobby pins. When I was done, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and realized that this was the the last time I’d be wearing these stripes. These stripes on my arms that I have worked hard for. These stripes that have made me work hard. The next time I’m in uniform, I’ll be an officer candidate. I stared at my stripes for a bit, and then wished that I’d been a little more thoughtful, and not so automatic, about getting dressed.
Except, I dress so automatically because these threads are comfortable. These threads fit me. Try as I can to fight it, as much as I may dislike saying it out loud, this uniform is me. I’m moving on, though. I’m closing this chapter and starting a new one. While I’m excited about what this next part of my life will bring, what new experiences await me, I’m surprised by how sad I am to let go of my enlisted stripes. The officer world is different in so many ways. They are the overseers, I suppose. But, it’s the enlisted, the worker bees, who get things done. We make the military run. Only, I won’t be part of that collective anymore. Not like before.
I stood in front of that mirror, bowed my head, and smiled. The next time I’m in uniform, I’ll be an officer candidate.
VDay Spider
February 14th, 2009
In lieu of store-bought crap, Alan and I agreed to make Valentines for each other this year.
He calls me his spider, for my last name.
So, this is what I came up with.
It’s not the neatest.
Certainly pretty home-made looking.
But, it’s full of love.
Happy Valentines Day, Hon.
Love, Your Spider
Words to live by
February 10th, 2009
Inside and Out
February 3rd, 2009
It’s been so cold these past few days.
We’ve been trying to enjoy it, though. Head-to-toe pink outfits seem to help.
Inside, we’ve been discovering rainbows hidden in corners.
And enjoying long naps in the afternoon (for Bean, at least. Mommy gets to spend the time doing homework.)
When housework called, we all agreed that a bowl of berries and a movie sounded like a much better way to spend an afternoon.
