Armed Forces Day

Fort Lewis did an appallingly bad job of promoting Armed Forces Day this year. I completely forgot about it until I woke up this morning and saw a handful of Facebook statuses alluding to the day. I’m really kind of upset about it, too, because it is one of two events the post really hosts all. year. long. And I would have liked to take advantage of it, even if it’s only 55 degrees outside, and it keeps misting. We took E last year, and were in agreement that she would do better this year–there just wasn’t much for an 18-month-old to do, but plenty of things for 2.5 year olds.

But, unfortunately, S was already out on the golf course somewhere, and by the time he got home, there really was just no point.

So… Happy Armed Forces Day?

As a gift, I leave this for you. I don’t know how to reblog, but I thought it was appropriate, considering even I didn’t know there was such an animal. Guess Fort Lewis failed to advertise that one, as well.

People of the Commissary, PT 2

A few weeks–months?–back I decided I was going to start chronicling the people of the commissary. Because there are some real winners that shop there. I’m sure, one day, I am going to come across the blog of some other military spouse who is outraged by the fact that some woman was allowing her toddler to boss her around about who puts the tomatoes into a produce bag, and I’ll be really embarrassed. Or not.

Anyway, today’s mini rant encompasses not one, but two completely unrelated individuals who just so happened to unknowingly team up to make my life difficult.

So, S is out of razors. He shaves his head on top of having to have a clean-shaven face, so he goes through them obnoxiously fast, and I feel like I am buying him new cartridges every other trip to the commissary. The good thing is, they are cheaper at the commissary than anywhere else and they’ll take coupons, unlike Costco. This translates into: S owns just about every man-razor there is on the market, and so I can pretty much buy any cartridge and he’ll already have the corresponding stick. E and I head over to the razor section, I dig through the twelve razor coupons I have, drop half of them on the floor, pull up my stupid maternity jeans about ten times, and peruse all of our options–of which there are many. One box has a $2 off coupon, and they have a 4 pack and a 6 pack hanging on the display, but there is only a price for the 4-pack (though, to be fair, the 6 pack is “really” a 4-pack with a 2-razor bonus).

Well, I figure I can go find a price scanner, see how much the 6 pack is, and then decide which one comes out cheaper.

Big mistake.

There is a price scanner on the next aisle. Unfortunately, there is also a woman stocking the shelves with baby wipes on the same row, and there is a giant pillar in the middle of the aisle (not dead-center, but off to the side so that it doesn’t completely  halved). Where has she parked her giant dolly of stuff? Right in the middle of the aisle next to the stupid pillar. There was just enough room for a grocery cart to fit through the space, and guess what?

Yup. I end up turning into the row behind someone.

Now, I have no idea what this woman was looking for, but I swear, snails could have passed down the aisle at a faster pace. I patiently wait for her to pass by the dolly of boxes waiting to be unpacked… And she stops. She parks her cart right next to the dolly, which is next to the pillar, and everything is clogged. I can see the price scanner, but it’s about 2 feet out of reach.

I have no idea what this woman was doing, stopped dead in the middle of the commissary, but it wasn’t looking for a product. It wasn’t going through her purse. It wasn’t talking on her cell phone (all of which happen fairly frequently). She was just hanging out. No, really, that’s apparently what she was doing, because after a couple of minutes, some other person joins her, and the two continue to slowly stroll down the aisle.

I finally got to scan the razors, and they were the same price as the 4 pack. At least that was a win.

Because that woman’s knowledge of her surroundings was an epic fail.

Silly Washington, Storms are for Georgia

Apparently what you do when you have nothing better to talk about is talk about the weather–at least, that seems to be what I do. Today, we headed back into true Washington weather with a very un-Washington-like occurrence: a storm.

We don’t get many storms around here. In fact, we get so few storms, when it actually does storm, I mistake it for artillery fire. They sound a lot alike sometimes, especially from a moderate distance. Anyway, today’s storm wasn’t really the thunderstorm type because, well… no thunder. But it almost reminded me of the types of storms we get right off the coast of the Atlantic. High winds, dark clouds as far as the eye can see. Seagulls flying in place.

For a moment, I didn’t feel quite so homesick for the South because it felt so much like the South.

E and I met a friend and fellow unit wife for lunch this afternoon. I over-estimated how much time it would take us to travel less than 3 miles, so we sat in the car and watched the clouds roll in. The wind bend young trees over. And the first drops of rain as they fell from the sky. That’s about the time I hurriedly yanked E out of the car, and we just made it inside with our lunch date a few steps behind us before the sky opened up. Fellow unit wife is also a Southern girl, so we lamented over the lack of actual, real rain here. I am pretty sure there was a hint of giddiness in her voice when she noted she could actually make out raindrops, not just a steady mist.

It Southern-Stormed all day: hard rain interspersed with sunlight and hail. Sometimes all at the same time. Now, I miss the South.

It’s weird for me, raising a child who probably doesn’t remember thunder. She’s heard it from our many trips to the homeland, but it’s been almost six months since we’ve been back, and I can’t remember there being any thunder storms while we were there in December. While it never bothered her in the past, there are all of a sudden a lot of things that are on her radar that never were before. Case in point: this evening she was scared of a small piece of black yarn (I’m talking less than a cm in length) because she thought it was a bug. She hasn’t had thunder, she hasn’t had fire flies, and she hasn’t had the smell of the South in the evening mixed with the sound of tree frogs and cicadas hidden in the leaves of the silver maples. There’s only so much of my childhood summer memories I can recreate for her here, and unfortunately, some of the best things are impossible.

I wish there was something about Washington I could love. But I struggle to even find things I tolerate, much less like.

And, on another note, the rain caused my allergies to jump into over-drive. By the time we sat down for dinner, my head was killing me. It’s slightly better, but it was bad enough I took my blood pressure just to make sure I wasn’t going preeclamptic all of a sudden. Nope. Just pine trees trying to murder me.

Happy Mothers’ Day

Happy Mothers’ Day to all!

We’ve kept the day pretty low-key. S brought E and I breakfast in bed, and the two of them each got me a card and a new kettle! A few months ago, my Le Creuset kettle imploded, and it no longer whistles, so they got me a new one! S asked me what I wanted to do, and I told him I really needed some more maternity clothes. I still have everything I had with E, but because it never got cold that year (it was 80 degrees at the end of October when she was born), all of my summery clothes are pretty worn out. The other day, S mentioned that I had holes in a pair of maternity capris I was wearing… so…

We headed out to Macy’s (they carry motherhood, and I had my Thanks For Sharing rewards card) to see what they had. I ended up finding a pair of black capris that should get me through the summer and a very cute maxi dress. It made me feel pregnant, not fat, so I sorta had to kind of get it.

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Imagine these in black

While I was there, I couldn’t help but look at the little people stuff. Macy’s is downright dreadful for toddler clothes, but I’ve always liked their infant line, and they carry Carter’s, so I figured I would see what they had. We browsed a little bit and found a whole section of NB clothes. When I was pregnant with E, so many people convinced me we wouldn’t need NB sizes–just 0-3 would do–that I didn’t get any. I was then dragging my 4-day-old to the store to try to find something–anything!–that would fit her, and there were no options. The sales clerk told us that they had had newborn clothes earlier in the year, but never got any more. Awesome.

So, finding some–and on clearance–I felt like I would be stupid if I didn’t pick up something just in case (also, I have no idea what happened to the few NB-sized things I had for E). We got 2 girl outfits, a boy outfit, and a neutral outfit. I’ll figure out what to do with the gender-specific stuff we don’t need when the time comes.

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Sorry for the phone pictures. I also forgot to take a picture of one of the girl outfits. It’s a blanket sleeper in grey polka dots with pink trim.

After that, we went to BRU to see if they had any of the few things we need, just so I could compare. We’re going to have to get another convertible car seat, and I’m thinking I’ll need a double stroller for long walks and jogs. I’m also probably getting a different diaper bag. We didn’t leave with anything, but I did get some ideas.

We came home, E is “napping,” and then we’ll find something for dinner. S is “cooking” for me *wink wink.*

 

True Story

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It looks like grey season is back. My poor child is going to be so upset that she won’t be able to “pay ou’side” for a few days while it rains/goes back to being ridiculously predictably cold.

Luckily, we got to soak up some of the sun and warmth before it disappeared, again, this morning and afternoon. Some friends had a little shindig, and we had a pancake breakfast and impromptu lunch at their house. In the sun. And warm. I may have gotten a little too much sun, and parts of me may look a little more colorful than normal. It’s a common affliction when your skin’s the color of office paper. I’ve been lathering myself with aloe lotion since we got home.

After great pancakes and company, we took E to her first in-theater movie. It was also a first for me; I’ve never been to an on-post movie. S and I tried to go once when he was stationed at Fort Sill, but the show sold out before we got there. Apparently, either few people go to the movies when there is nice weather, or the only people who go to the kid shows at 1400 on a Saturday afternoon are those with, well… kids.

E was a little bit of a handful. S says that there were plenty of other children who were restlessly getting up and down, speaking a little too loudly to their parents, and/or being bratty about who go to hold the drink cup, but all I could focus on was my child’s appalling behavior. Either we’re going to have to take quite awhile to recover, or go in with a different kind of game plan. Or both. Anyway, it was an experience–from the $3 per adult ticket (woo hoo! She was free because she’s under 3!) to the national anthem before the movie started. I’d do it again… when I feel brave enough.

We saw The Croods. Which was cute. I enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind seeing it multiple times at home. Which, I know, is just asking for it. I’m not sure how much of it E watched, so if it did end up a household staple, at least it would be new for someone.

If I don’t get around to it tomorrow, I hope everyone has a wonderful Mother’s Day!

Sometimes, The Army’s a Dick

All right, so I have a real update on our orders situation:

They’re not coming. For anyone. And no one bothered to let the “applicants” know.

*Insert frustrated scream here*

Okay, so when S got wind of this opportunity, the sequester issues were just rolling in. We were preparing for some changes, and there was absolutely no indication that the positions they were looking to fill were in jeopardy of not being funded. We asked–they were good to go. S was a very strong applicant (he was wonderful Officer Evaluation Reviews? Reports? OERs. I’ve seen them. They rock), so we were feeling pretty confident he would be picked up for something–it might not be his top choice, but something.

As you know, we waited. And waited. And impatiently waited. We put all of our possible summer plans on hold, we told family not to buy plane tickets out to see us (just in case), and we, in turn, didn’t buy any plane tickets to go see them. We let the OB know that a PCS was an option–not a guarantee, but an option. And we waited. Finally, when we still hadn’t heard anything in over a month, S contacted the person in charge of the program.

The response he got was less than helpful. Essentially, it said “due to the sequester, we don’t have all of the positions available, anymore. They might become available again when the fiscal year rolls over.”

Um… What? First, I was angry. Why would they let them apply well after the sequester was announced and being prepared for if this was a possibility? And why wouldn’t they let them know that things were falling apart sooner? All communications were with email, anyway! Why not just send out a mass email and be done with it? (Another LT in the brigade has also applied, so he and S have been eagerly awaiting news together, so we know that there was no email and S was just not sent a copy as an oversight). Not to mention: what does that even mean?! Were some of the slots filled, and S didn’t get one? Were they still making decisions for the few they still had? Would they have to reapply closer to October, or would they just keep the applications until then?

Worst response, ever.

Luckily, the other guy in brigade sent off an email for clarification–he hadn’t received any info until S let him know what he had heard. He got a response yesterday.

They are filling no positions until the end of the fiscal year. They will have them reapply if they are interested. In the meantime, they can go ahead and send in their request for Captain’s Career Course.

Good thing I had come to terms with staying in this hell hole for a few months longer.

Oh, but it becomes even more complicated. Rumors have it that the Army is increasing the time in service for promotion to captain… For the second time since S commissioned less than 3 years ago. We seem to be on the wrong side of all the new policies. Head/desk.

So, when he commissioned, the time in service (in his case, the time from when he commissioned–enlisted service doesn’t count) between commissioning and captain was 36 months. Which means he would have pinned captain in August. Well, sometime last year, about the time he made 1LT, they increased the time to 42 months, moving it back to February. Now, he’s looking at 48 months, or August 2014. Ugh. This is still just rumor–it was in Army Times and they listed no source, nor has anyone seen an actual DoD document indicating this is true, but we’re all taking it as the gospel.

This just makes the whole Captain’s Career Course thing seem like a very, very slim chance. He has already gone ahead and submitted his paperwork for a course date. He had to list his top 3 start dates, so beginning of October, middle of November, and Beginning of February are it. I can live with all of those–they were the timeline I was thinking we would be looking at before this other opportunity arose.

All of this sounds promising, but with a promotion date that keeps creeping further and further away, my guess is he will be the last on the list to send to CCC, because he will be at the end of the promotion line for his year group (he is evaluated with everyone who commissioned in fiscal year 2010, and since he graduated in August and the “year” ended on September 30, he’s at the very, very end. Not to mention, they are promoted by time in service, and then alphabetically, and we are not at the beginning of the alphabet).

Frustrated.

So, the paperwork is getting filed. The branch manager will hold on to it until the promotion list is published, probably around August, and then we’ll know if he got a CCC slot.

For the sake of my mental health, please keep your fingers crossed it’s that first one. Or that he has a JOBA position. I can’t do another year in WA. And I have definitely had enough of the Army BS for this year. And it’s only the beginning of May.

The Weather is Confused

I’ll update about the Army situation at some point. There’s really not much to update because, well… it’s a little confusing and no one really knows what’s going on. So, instead, I am gifting you with conversation about the weather.

You’re welcome.

We’ve been experiencing less than Washington-like weather the last week or so. I’m pretty sure I mentioned this in the past, but it’s been hot here. Not even hot for Washington. Just. Plain. Hot. Usually, we don’t see any true signs of summer until the first few days of July–and last July, we were at an airshow in 60 degree weather. Last night was so bad, I couldn’t sleep. Like most people in the Pacific Northworst, we don’t have central A/C. And because there isn’t the need for A/C here that there is elsewhere, no one builds with windows that are compatible with window units. All of the windows in our house that open open horizonally. And most of them are so huge, trying to ghetto-rig anything would just be ridiculous. It gets disgustingly hot in this house during the summer months, and there’s really nothing we can do about it.

In case you weren’t up to speed: pregnant women do not like hot.

I’ve actually not minded it so much up until this weekend. It’s been nice to take the wee beat outside in the afternoons to run around, and despite my allergy problems (I’m allergic to all of the firs, spruces, and pines here), I’ve actually felt less like puking up my guts when I’m out in the sun (also, I’m not a huge sun person… go figure). We’ve spent every evening on the back porch this weekend, and this evening we even did some yard work after it cooled down some (two of the rhododendrons in the front bed died, and I got a replacement for the one that was most notable this afternoon).

Our friends and family in Georgia, however, have been blessed with Washington weather–highs in the 60s, lots of rain.

I can only conclude that the weather has gotten its geographical locations confused… Or it’s gone on some kind of weird, drunken bender.

Either way, I felt that the only way to adequately illustrate the pain we are feeling is, well, with an illustration:

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Record. Breaking. Hot.

Get me to the land of air conditioning, please. Stat.

*Also, I have no idea why it says the high was 83 here when on the “today’s observed weather” page it shows our high was 86…