The Wedding Posts…..

         This week will mark eight years of marriage for me and the hubbs.  Whoa!  I really can’t believe that it has been that long since we got married.  Its been fourteen years since our first date, that’s even stranger.  So to commemorate the event I’ll be sharing some bits about that amazing time.  I wasn’t blogging that long ago, I’m not sure how big blogging was in 2004.  I know it was out there, I just wasn’t doing it.  A lot has changed since 2004.  This idea came from a wonderful bloggy friend, and fellow MilSpouse, Madeline over at Food, Fitness and Family.  When you get a chance you should check out her blog.  She has some amazing fitness and healthy eating tips.

For this post I want to start with the engagement……

        I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty amazing.  My husband is pretty rockin’.  We met in 1998.  He was a boy scout and I was a girl that volunteered for a local Crisis Pregnancy Center.  His troop was associated with the church I went to, although he didn’t attend that church.  We had lots of mutual friends but hadn’t met really before.  We really got to know each other volunteering for an annual fundraising tea and auction.  After that I became the President of a local Teen group that did a lot of service projects.  He started attending meetings and group functions, we volunteered together more.  Then he asked my dad if I could go with him to his Junior Prom (although I know my mom was really the driving force behind letting me go – thanks mom).  He had been homeschooled until high school, I started homeschooling in high school.  He was pretty reserved and shy, and going with me was a fun, easy thing to do…as friends.  We started hanging out more and were just getting closer.  He says he knew almost right away that he wanted to be with me forever.  Pretty surprising at the ripe old age of 16 and 17, but every once in awhile it happens.  He said he loved me first, he’s fought for me, protected me, and saved me from a lot of things.  He made choices that lost him things in order to keep me.  It’s still emotional for me to think about an 18 year old kid making the decisions and choices he did.  He joined the military two years before we got married, not long after we got engaged.  He bought the ring and had it paid for a year before he asked (so responsible and so like him still).  He picked it out by himself (and my wedding ring).

Matching Law school sweatshirts – when I had aspirations of becoming one

 Gilligan and Mary Ann for the Sadie Hawkins Dance
 There’s that first date in April 1999
Eagle Scout Ceremony 2000
 
 The night we got engaged! Christmas 2002
His bootcamp picture

         Our first date was really Junior Prom…that’s sort of what we count it as anyway.  He took me to what was my favorite restaurant at the time.  It was called Sheepherders Inn. It was this amazing, rustic location, with a big fireplace and a restaurant I frequented with my mom and her best friend (who I called ‘Aunt’).  Christmas Eve 2002, we went to that same restaurant, to the same table (yup, the same table right by the fireplace), where there were a dozen roses on the table.  It was a surprisingly busy evening, which he hadn’t been expecting.  There were easily 50+ people in that room.  Despite all that he got down on one knee and told me how much he loved me, and how he couldn’t imagine spending a moment more without me, and would I please be his wife.  Well, duh!  LOL!  It was wonderful, and people were so respectful and didn’t cause a scene (which I think he was secretly praying the whole time he was down on his knee and shaking out of his mind!).  After dinner we went to Christmas Eve surface at church.  My family was there and my mom knew we had arrived my shrieks of my girlfriends in the lobby when we arrived.

         It was such a crazy time in my life, emotional and wonderful.  I wish I could go back and watch it happening, savoring that sweet moment, when we were young and sweet.  I wish I had more pictures to share, but seriously it was 2002 and we so did not have a digital camera back then.  Those were really expensive things that only some of our parents had or really rich people.  If you had one in 2002 and you’re neither one of those things I’m sorry….but also a little bit jealous, LOL!  But here’s some stuff I do have and can share.

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The Military – an inhospitable environment?

In a sort of funny way, one might look at the title of this post and there might be elbow jabbing amongst wives as we say to ourselves, “of course it is, they make it really hard.”  It’s true if you think about it.  We, as the family, are just pawns  in the game, a game we aren’t in control of.  For all intents and purposes it is inhospitable.  It’s not an easy thing.  For the most part we go and do as we’re told.  We have to be spunky, and creative and patient beyond belief.  As your average run of the mill spouse, I’ve been through a lot.  It’s a path I’ve chosen for myself and nothing really has gone exactly as planned. 

         One of my dear friends is the wife of a Wounded Warrior.  It’s an invisible wound, but a wound none the less.  She’s been through even more than I have.  Wives are typically not part of the process, at least in her case.  It took entirely too long before she was included.  She’s not the one that signed the papers or raised her hand..I get it. Half the time it seems that those that did raise their hands don’t even want to be a part of the process, and if they do they cant’ be properly heard because of the set up.  I can not begin to tell you how many times I’ve heard fear expressed over careers if they were to become involved in the process.  The process is broken.  A fabulous MilSpouse, Kristle at Forget the Dog, Not the Baby, does some amazing work with wounded vets and issues of TBI and PTS.  I personally think she’s pretty darn amazing.  She knows a lot more about this stuff then I do, but even someone like me with my limited experience in this department knows that what is going on here is wrong.  There are so many amazing bloggers out there that bring things like this to the forefront.  Wife, Widow of a Wounded Marine, who also recently started a Widows for Wounded program, writes candidly about her experiences.  After Blast Warrior Wife talks plainly about her experience as the wife of a physically wounded soldier.

         There’s been some articles that I’ve come across lately that always brought the phrase “inhospitable environment” to mind.  Last week, on LATimes.com there was an article and sexual assaults in the military.  Not an new phenomenon by any stretch of the imagination, which makes it even more sad.  Different then what Warriors with injuries from war have experienced, but with similar symptoms and traumas.  Something else similar – this monster that tells them to buck up, fly right and be a Soldier – Airmen, Marine or what have you.  This fear of compromising their livelihood, their careers, their reputations.  This organization with such legacy, that protects our freedoms, keeps us safe – this is the same place where people feel unsafe, unprotected.  I’ve been through lots of psychology classes, working for my degree –  and it just amazes me that it didn’t dawn on someone sooner that happy and healthy soldiers, make better soldiers.  I realize change takes time.  We’ve seen it before, the integration of other races, women and other changes that have taken place – they all take time.  I get this too.  I just wish this change would have started sooner.  I wonder though what it was like back in the day, something I’d really like to do research on.  We haven’t made enough changes, but at the same time so much has changed.  Technology and medical advances had changed so much.  Assistance programs like Wounded Warriors and so many others had made things progress so far.  I wonder what it must have been like for my grandfathers.  One of them was a top turret gunner in the Army Air Corp during WWII.  I know he experienced things far beyond my understandings.  Deployments were longer and harder.  No communications, no phone calls, no fancy chow halls or places to do laundry.  I can’t imagine things being any easier then they are now.  People got hurt, PTS, TBI…without all the things we DO have today.  I can’t imagine.  I know we are lucky.  But is it enough?

         As cheesy as it sounds, one step in front of the other.  Banding together to make change.  We need brave men and women to keep stepping forward.  We need husbands and wives to keep stepping forward.  We need PEOPLE  to keep stepping forward.  I think many Military Spouses will admit that they thought about what they would do, how they would react, if something happened to their soldier.  But why wait until then to talk about it?  I may not have direct experience, but I think the problem is that too many people wait because they feel like they have no room to talk because they haven’t experienced it.  People in the situation have a hard time finding that voice.  Not everyone is as driven and loud as some of those ladies I’ve had the pleasure of reading in the blogsophere.  My friend that I spoke of earlier, felt lost, isolated and usure of where to go.  No friends, no family, and no support.

        So I guess this post is part awareness, part sharing, part challenge.  How can you, whoever you are, your average joe, military spouse, child, sister, brother, cousin, whatever…how can you help?  How can we change things?

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Military Monday – Own It!

marine parents

Well it’s time for the Military Monday blog hop.  I always feel compelled to come up with something fabulous, LOL, but seriously, who can get a jump on a Monday when you’re trying to have fun on the weekend.   The hubbs is heading out for several weeks this week, so that’s kind of a bummer.  And he’s working all the way up to it so Saturday and Sunday were it.  Brian will turn six while he is gone and then his parents come for a visit.  So it will be quite crazy.  In the mean time I will be trying to get the house together for their arrival, which includes trying to finish my first major DIY project.  Another “seriously” goes off in my brain!

What you’re staring at is table legs that have been repaired and are wrapped in plastic, a table – not attached to the legs – leaning up against the wall, and already freshly painted and reupholstered chairs waiting for the table and legs to join them and be all freshly painted.

As I was thinking of something fabulous to write  I thought to myself, why not just write about this?  It may not be super fab, or extremely profound in any way, but it’s life.  It’s nothing spectacular or life altering.  I read so many very fab and extremely profound blogs, at least to me.  Usually I get all up in my head and get all “super girly” (not to be mistaken for Super Girl) and wonder why in the heck am I writing about this stupid stuff when there is so much more profound things going on?  Yeah, I just used the word profound like three times in two sentences.  But…..then I think,  “I look for blogs of people going through what I’m going through.”  The normal day to day of the military life. 

         When we moved here we bought a ton of furniture – bunk bed, three bookshelves, couch, coffee table – I put them all together by myself.  Now, I know plenty of mom’s do this, and I’m not trying to toot my own horn or anything; but at least I can get a pat on the back.  It’s just life.  It’s my life.  I chose it and I’m living it.  I encourage all moms that live this life to own it man!!  Most importantly though, don’t get caught up in comparisons.  So many women in general get caught up in comparisons.  There’s the parenting comparison,e working mom/SAHM comparison, the single mom comparison.  For me personally I’ve experiencedthe branch comparison, the deployment comparison, the Guard/Reserve vs Active Duty comparison and the civilian vs military comparison.  ALL are dangerous in my opinion.  When we start comparing who has it harder, the 6 month or the 12 month deployment, that when we are missing the point.  I mean, I’ve had easy and hard times.  Does the mom with three kids have a harder time then the brand new wife that spent three weeks with her husband before he was shipped off?  People have said to me, “I don’t know how you do it?  Being a military spouse is the hardest thing ever.”  Now, while I appreciate the sentiment and when someone spouts of about “what are military spouses complaining about, it’s not hard,” I’m the first to want to snap back at them.  What about police officer or firefighter’s spouses.  While my husband might face dangerous situations for month-long periods, police man face potentially deadly situations every day!  A traffic stop can turn into something more in the blink of an eye.

So don’t get caught up in comparisons because it never leads anywhere good, have compassion for whatever situation your friends might be going through – weather it be two weeks of training which become a nightmare because you have an into everything two year old, a weekend training where the mom has to put together a bunk bed because her five year old just can’t wait another second, a six month deployment, or just a regular work day that he can’t miss even though you are as sick as a dog and there’s a mountain of laundry piled up.  This is our life, we have to own it.  We live it so why not live it the best way you know how?  Doesn’t mean you have to wallow in it, nor should you hide your feelings because you know someone out there is dealing with something worse than you; there’s always something worse. 

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Military Lifestyle Series #5

Happy Monday Everyone!  Its been a crazy last couple days here in the District, which is why things have been a little quiet here on Cammo Style Love.  We had a massive storm, leaving millions without power here in the area.  It was absolutely terrifying!!  The wind was hurricane force and it literally littered our house, cars and yards with tree limbs and branches of all shapes and sizes.  After waking up the next morning and learning about all the devastation and destruction I was so grateful that the giant tree in our yard didn’t get uprooted, like so many other huge trees in our very neighborhood.  But anyway, so happy that we are here and safe and we are one of the lucky ones with power.  What better way to celebrate then another installment of my military life series.

This post is from new blogging buddy discovery of mine.  I happened upon her blog only a couple months ago and was hooked!  Absolutely lovin’ it and she has inspired a few blogging ideas of my own (with full credit of course!).  She’s amazingly fit women, and wonderful mama to their darling daughter and a super wifey to her super hubby!!!  She’s a fellow mil-spouse and has some awesome tips for you fellow spouses out there!!

Hi everyone!  I am SUPER excited to be guest posting for Rheanna today.  My name is Madeline and I blog at Food, Fitness, and Family.  I mainly write about good food, sweaty workouts, and life as a family of three but at the center of it all I am an Army wife raising an Army family.  As any military spouse knows marrying into the military thrusts a never-ending cycle of changes upon as, and we, as women, adapt and move on.  One of the biggest changes a military family can face is a PCS (permanent change of station).  Having done this three times in the last three years I am no stranger to packing up our lives and starting fresh.  Our most recent PCS was 2 months ago to Fort Stewart, GA.  One of the hardest things about moving is leaving an established social network and heading into the unknown.   I jump in feet first when I get to a new duty station and establish a new social network as soon as possible.  These are some tips that have worked for me when trying to meet friends at a new duty station.
1.      Check out your FRG.  Before you gasp and say “not the FRG!” hear my out.  An FRG is a family readiness group designed to support the families.  While not every FRG is a good one there are many many out there that are.  Before you make a judgment on your new FRG try it out.  Then before you write it off because you don’t like it, try to get involved.  Seek THEM out.  They might not have your contact info yet or know you’re there to welcome you.  Send them an email and ask for the information.
2.      See if your installation has a spouses’ club.  Most duty stations still have some sort of volunteer spouses’ club.  Some still have them as officer or enlisted spouses’ clubs but more and more they are being combined into one.  There is typically a monthly luncheon that you can attend.  Again, don’t knock it until you try it 😉
3.      Check out MeetUp.com.  It’s a free service for forming groups.  If you have kids this is a great way to see if there is an established playgroup at your installation.  I have found 3 here at Fort Stewart already.  If you don’t have kids but have some sort of passion, like running, see if there’s a running group nearby. 
4.      Host a BBQ.  Your spouse has it much easier when it comes to making new friends because they are thrust into a new unit where they see people every day and can pick and choose who they want to hang out with.  Mooch off them.  I always invite my husband’s friends, WITH their families, over for a BBQ.  I have made some of my best friends this way.  The added bonus is that since our spouses already got along it opened the door to a lot of “couples” functions.
5.      Go in with an open mind.  True friendship often comes in the unlikeliest places.  Remember that every other military spouse at your installation has been thru what you’re going thru.  I would like to think we are pretty welcoming bunch. 
6.      Pay It Forward.  Once you’ve been at your installation for a while and you have grown your network of friends, reach out to the new wives.  Remember what it felt like to not know anyone and be the person welcoming them to the area.  Invite them out to coffee.  Pay it forward.
Any-who … thanks Rheanna for letting me hang out in your corner of the blogosphere for the day.  J
What tips do you have for spouses moving to a new duty station?  How do you go about meeting new people?
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