Archives for the month of: March, 2012

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I know it’s been awhile, I just really don’t want to post unless I have something to say, and it’s been a slow, boring week. Then I discovered that that in itself is blog-worthy…

Being bored makes me cranky and impatient. Suddenly I have all this time to obsess about what is coming next — posting. Where you might ask? Who knows! When? Maybe the end of May? I really have no idea, thus, we are in limbo.

This isn’t the first time we’ve been in limbo. In fact, it kind of feels like we’ve never gotten out of it, and that we never will. When we first got together, fell in love, got engaged, we were living with our parents (before you start judging us for being freeloading, lazy people, remember that we were 17 & 18). So first there was the agonising wait to get married, and (yippee!) move out! Where we were going to go, we had no idea. SB had only just finished a course in Avionic Engineering (plane doctor), and was looking for a job/apprenticeship, and I was at uni and hadn’t really worked before (spoilt! or lazy more likely). So it wasn’t until 3 months before our wedding that SB got a job, and I didn’t get one until about 1 month before (very stressful job hunt). So we weren’t exactly desirable candidates for any rental that hadn’t previously been a crack den.

So we moved in with SB’s grandmother (thanks!). It was so nice of her to offer us the granny-flat in front of her house, and I really think we would have started our married lives in a former crack den/brothel if it hadn’t been for her; but it didn’t feel like ours, so the waiting to get our own place started again, but at least we were together.

This is the stage at which the Army began to play a huge part in our limbo. Unless you were super lucky, you know that the process takes FOR-EVER! There was one interview/medical/physical after another, and with each one, we had no idea when the next would take place or when we would finally get an answer. So we didn’t want to move into our own apartment if we were going to get in to the Army the next month, and SB couldn’t look for a new job; so we just waited to hear from the Army.

When the final interview didn’t go well, and he wasn’t offered the role he originally wanted, we decided we were done waiting on the Army; it was time to get started with our lives. We were about to start looking at apartments, we gave SB’s g’ma notice that we were leaving, and then the Army called (figures).

Suddenly we were in! and the question became where I should go while SB was doing training. This time, my mum stepped in, and has let me rent her house (thanks mum!). In 2 weeks, we moved all of our stuff here, and then SB took off to training.

This brings us to now…our current limbo. I’m waiting to find out, well, everything about the next step and anxious to finally get on with it. We’ve never lived in a place that was all ours, and I can’t wait! I’m nervous and excited, and super sick of waiting!

Unfortunately limbo seems to be our permanent location. No matter where we may go, we will always be waiting to hear about the next deployment, reunion, posting, field exercise, etc. I guess I need to learn to embrace limbo, because limbo seems to be our home.

xxx

wish i was there

sorry i’ve been so quiet lately. this week should be a bit quieter, so hopefully i can post a bit more.

xxx

Love is kind and patient,

never jealous, boastful, proud, or rude.

Love isn’t selfish or quick tempered.

It doesn’t keep a record of wrongs that others do.

Love rejoices in the truth, but not in evil.

Love is always supportive, loyal, hopeful, and trusting.

Love never fails!

1 Corinthians 13: 4-8

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Congratulations to my mummy & her man!

Sorry, I’ve been really busy with uni & my mum’s wedding this week! It was a beautiful wedding! So happy for them!

xxx

While putting together the Sunday Snap yesterday, I was looking through my pictures, and there were so many cute ones of my baby, Lando! I’ve never shown you updated photos of puppy, he was a baby, and hadn’t even come home yet.

I’m not sure if I mentioned it before, but I’m not really a dog person…in fact, I used to hate my mothers dog, with a passion. So when we decided to get a dog, people were a bit concerned (I was a bit concerned too, hehe). That’s not to say it was a flippant decision, I think when you buy a dog you need to take it seriously, it’s a big responsibility.

Anyway…my puppy was the best decision! He keeps me occupied and gives me something to focus on and he makes me happy (although I would like to sleep in again one day!). So my lesson to you is that if you’re thinking about getting a dog, and you want to have it for the next 10-20 years, get one! Because this life can get lonely, and your dog will always be there (plus, they make you feel a bit safer; although at this point, I could be being murdered in front of Lando and he would still be wagging his butt at the murderer wanting to play).

So now I’ll shut up, and show you cute puppy pictures!

bringing him home from the breeder!

he fell asleep on the centre console on the way home. he wanted to be in between me & daddy.

a couple of days after we brought him home. SO CUTE! he just fell asleep while i was holding him!

watching a friends baseball game

a couple of days ago at the dog beach. he's getting so big! 😦

Last week, I told you that my MIL had all the best pictures from March Out…this weeks SS is my favourite of her bunch.

My Soldier Boy!

sorry for the quality, I had to copy it off of facebook.

pic is mine, well my MILs. hehe

So I’m having a little look at some other blogs tonight (procrastinating), and I’m seeing lots of wives complaining about new wives with blogs (so yeah, me, lol). This isn’t the first time this has come up, and this isn’t the first time I’ve addressed this, but I’m curious, at what point does an Army WAG get welcomed into the group?

Complaints range from the training status, to the rank, and even to the procreation of us newbies. It seems to me, that some women won’t be satisfied until I have had 4 children (this is an issue for another post), and my husband has bled in a foreign country. I’m getting a thicker skin, and I know that it’s not everyone, mostly I’ve met amazing women who have done nothing but encourage me.

I don’t know how many times I can outline the point of this blog, but anyway, let me just say, quickly, one more time, that I am in no way presenting myself as an expert.

This post is probably unnecessary, and I probably shouldn’t even post it, but it’s just silly to me, and I wonder where the criteria will end.

xxx