Showing posts with label The Hubby's career. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Hubby's career. Show all posts

Saturday, April 27, 2013

We Moved!

Surprise! We've actually been in a whole new state for nearly a month now! Our time in Texas came to an end when The Hubby received orders to report to Ft. Bragg in North Carolina. We had a good two months to prepare for the move, but it was still so surreal to us.


We had to say goodbye to our beautiful home in Texas along with all the wonderful friends we made during the three years we lived there. 


The movers came to pack up our things. Six hour later we found ourselves in an empty house. 


It was extremely cold on moving day. Thankfully, the packers were kind enough to take my stand heater last so that I could survive. I spent most of the day curled up in a corner of an empty room, fighting to stay warm.


We stayed at our friend's apartment for a week while preparing for our move. The Hubby took advantage of their jacuzzi and the fact that he did not need to get a haircut during his leave period.


The three of us packed up our car and headed east. We didn't know how soon we would be able to find a home to live in or when our household goods would arrive so we packed all the necessities to survive for at least a week.


Our twenty-hour road trip was wet and terrible. We didn't have many opportunities to stop. Bella was always checked for muddy paws before getting back in the car. 


Through a friend of a friend, we were able to find this beautiful home to live in by our second full day in North Carolina. The major selling point of the house is the gorgeous kitchen and hardwood floors.


I mean, isn't it just amazing? The Hubby has done 100% of the cooking since he came home in January as I have been working far more than he has. It turns out that he's a much better cook that I am.


Bella had immense trouble walking on the floors, just like she did in the other house. Thankfully, the problem seems to have gone away now that we are fully furnished.


Moving is absolutely exhausting.


We're planning on purchasing some new furniture to fill the house soon so I'm going to wait to post more pictures of our new home. Come visit us, friends!

Friday, March 1, 2013

Photo Dump

A collection of pictures from my phone, both old and new.

1. We drove two hours on a Friday evening to take Bella to the dog park in Austin. She would rather sit with us than play with other dogs.
2. After work cuddlefest.

1. Work shoes.
2. One of Hubby's Christmas gifts to me back in December.
3. We found a Yogurtland in Texas. They have dairy-free options now, too!
4. Hubby had peonies delivered to me at work for Valentine's Day. They're not even in season!

1. Bella came over from the other side of the room as soon as I set the fabric down to cut.
2. Running around at a dog park means baths. Sorry, girl.
3. Bella has been so attached to The Hubby now that he spends more time with her.
4. Someone wouldn't stop chewing her paw so I had to put a sock on it.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Recently

I know that I haven't been a great blogger recently. Working has been kicking my butt! I thought I would get used to working full time by now, but I come home really exhausted. We've been going to bed at 8pm every evening! How crazy is that?

Here are a few pictures from my computer and phone.

1. Cuddling with Bella on the couch. She can sleep anywhere.
2. I bought this stand mixer for myself. I've been wanting it for years and finally made the plunge, thanks to an amazing black Friday sale at Kohl's. (20% off, $30 rebate, free shipping, and $75 Kohl's cash)
3. Bella got into an entire box of raisins and even ate some baby wipes. We had to take her to the pet ER where she had to stay overnight. She was back to her normal self the next day after some rest and eight hundred dollars.
4. My boss gave me some sparkly red Toms as part of my uniform at work and a nice raise. I'm so fortunate!

1. Bella now sleeps in this luxurious dog bed. It was an early sixth birthday gift for her, and is perfect for freezing winter nights in Texas.
2. We dog sat this crazy puppy over Thanksgiving. He crapped and peed in our house several times and chewed up my phone charger. We still loved him anyway.
3. Did you know that I'm terrible at baking cakes?
4. One of my favorite patients brought me warm cookies and a handwritten note thanking me for my "smiles and kindness." 

Our amazing friends had their beautiful baby girl, Clara. Dad was deployed just three weeks later. Please think of him.
Hubby was promoted to a Captain and I was able to pin on his new rank on a blustery twenty degree morning.. Unfortunately, our photographer didn't capture that moment. His family and I are so proud of him and all of his accomplishments!

Monday, August 27, 2012

World's Best Secretary

A couple of weeks ago, The Hubby and I were asked to attend a short ceremony on post and we were the honored guests. Hubby was moved to his third job since we moved to Fort Hood, meaning some changes for the both of us. 


We were recognized for our hard work with the Company. Of course Hubby worked about 1,000X harder than I ever did as the Family Readiness Group Leader. Can you tell from my body language that I was terribly uncomfortable? Also, I have the worst posture ever!


Hubby gave a speech that was short and sweet while I rambled on about how great the FRG is and how the Soldiers should get their wives involved in volunteering. And I actually mean it!


Then we took a group picture and I was surrounded by smelly dudes who probably hated standing in the 100 degree weather hearing us talk about nonsense.


They were thoughtful enough to gift me a bouquet of roses. I laughed at the little plastic tag that said, "World's Best Secretary." I suppose all the "World's Best FRG Leader" bouquets were sold out.


I know I complained a lot about being the FRG Leader and how it was a thankful job, but it truly was rewarding. Now that I no longer hold the position, I can look back at it all and think of all the good I was able to do for our Soldiers and their families. I know that there were people who appreciated it all, even if they didn't think of thanking me personally.

Fourth of July banner sent to Iraq last year.
Root beer float fundraiser.
Recognition of the spouses on Military Spouse Appreciation Day.
Company party and Easter Egg hunt.
Over 1,050 colored Captain America pages for Soldiers returning home from deployment, a stack five inches thick.


I truly cared about everyone in our Company and it meant a great deal to me that they trusted their families to my care while they were deployed and while they were home. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Overheard in the Office

The Hubby came home extremely late on Monday evening from work. After a 14-hour work day, he was finally allowed to leave the office. I went to bring him lunch the next day and I heard one of his buddies saying the following to him:

Buddy: Hey, man. Let me run to the ATM and grab some cash to pay you back from going out to the club last night. 
The Hubby: Oh, shut up. Who put you up to this?


It's a good thing The Hubby and I have a trusting relationship. I can see a joke like that turning into a disaster with some other couples. Besides, if he had gone to a bar he would have returned smelling like cigarettes like I did.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Home

The Hubby came home on a blustery December morning. Along with hundreds of other family members, I waited in the rain on the bleachers in a bright red jacket. I wanted him to be able to find me easily.


I was all smiles.


After the Soldiers were released, I stood my ground and waited impatiently for The Hubby to find his way back to me. I told him exactly where I would be waiting for him a week ago. I spotted him first and saw him taking what seemed to me to be a leisurely stroll. "Why is he walking?" I shouted.

But then he spotted me and began to run towards his wife.


We embraced.


We kissed.


We were beyond joyous. 


And we were ready to live our lives together once again.



Photography by our amazing friend, B. Marq Photography.


August 2011
December 2011

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Looks Like We Made It


 I must say that I have to give myself a little pat on the back for getting through this deployment with very few breakdowns. I've cried three times since The Hubby left for Iraq, not counting the time I watched the last Harry Potter film or when I was addicted to watching “surprise Solider homecomings” on Youtube.
The first time I cried was not when The Hubby left, but a week later when I felt trapped with a crap job at the bank on post. I bawled when I had to drop The Hubby off at the airport after R&R and was thankful that he didn't turn around to catch me. And then I cried again a few weeks ago when I had an especially bad day at work and felt utterly defeated.

All in all, I think I did pretty great. I didn't cry or freak out when our Skype screen went black, but I could still hear alarms and yelling in the background because rockets were coming their way. This has happened twice. Instead, I told myself to end the call and just wait for him to call back because I knew everything would be fine. How on earth was I able to keep my composure?
With the combination of great friends, embracing my independence, and keeping busy, this deployment was (dare I say it?) fairly easy. I think the most important thing I did for myself to make it thus far was to keep a good attitude about our situation. I know that there are other military wives reading, and I hope I don't offend anyone, but this is my truth. I think it is applicable for any wife dealing with a hardworking husband, or vice versa.

Source: youaremyfave.com via Min on Pinterest


There are women who complain daily about how the Army takes their husbands away or even when they miss a day of Skype with their Soldier. I find myself extremely thankful that The Hubby had it relatively good in Iraq compared to other friends I know who are currently deployed to Afghanistan. If your husband doesn't have to crap in a hole in the ground, cook meals over open fires, or pump their own water for showers, there really isn't much to complain about. There is absolutely no way these women, myself included, would be able to survive previous wars. To go through months or maybe years not knowing whether or not your spouse is still alive would be absolute torture.

Sure, he's been gone for nearly a year and you have had to take care of everything yourself, but bitching about it really does not do anyone any good. I think it is incredibly important to be respectful to what your husband signed up to do. You should not show any hints that you are in any way angry at his occupation. This doesn't mean you can't express your opinions on things. If he bitches about the Army (and he will), bitch along with him. Just be sure that you don't put any blame on him.

He doesn't want to leave you any more than you want him to. He wants to be there to sing “Happy Birthday” when you turn 23 or heat up some precooked turkey with you on Thanksgiving. He wishes he could see Bella swim in a pool with dozens of other crazy pups. If he has to go out in the field for a few days and leaves you carless, so be it. You deal with it. Adapt to these circumstances. He knows it sucks, too. There is no need to remind him of it. He already feels guilty enough.

Do I feel a little sorry for myself when I have to deal with the auto shop and insurance company on my own when someone rear ends me? What about when three lightbulbs go out at one time and two out of the three replacements are duds? Or when Bella decides to throw up her dinner and permanently stain the bedroom carpet? Yes, but only for a moment. Then I remind myself of my own strength and my abilities of handling everything life throws at me.

I survived nine months minus two weeks without my husband. I have proved to myself that I can live on my own. However, this is different than saying that I can live without him. The simple thought that he would be back eventually is what kept me going. Even though I didn't need his help putting together massive Ikea furniture or changing the air filter, I still needed him in my life. I like to think that he needed me as well.


We're back physically in each other's lives, but we never truly left each other. Good job, Luv. I'm so proud of you.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Nine Months Ago


We took this almost exactly nine months ago. Our final kisses before his deployment.


This was taken yesterday morning. Our first kiss after coming back home from his deployment.

Apparently, I really like red coats and I really love my husband.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Get Me My Legal Pad


Robin, get me my legal pad. It's pros and cons time!


The Hubby often brings up a subject, asks me for my opinion, has to run off somewhere, and ends the conversation with, "Ok, go make a list."

I love lists. 

This list I'm currently working on, however, is the best list of all because it means something very special is about to happen. 


I'll let you figure it out.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Zombieland

I'm back from my hiatus! I know of only one person who has been affected by this break, and he is actually the only reason why I'm up writing instead of in bed right now. C.C., this one is for you.

It's almost hard to get back into the game because my mind is still completely discombobulated and my body is tired. Let me preface this by saying that everything is fine and nothing is wrong. I think when I tell people that things have been crazy around here they begin to worry. Things are crazy in the busy sense. Nothing emotional involved for once! Well, except stress. I am so incredibly happy that this week is over.

I haven't had much sleep lately because my brain won't allow me. Things are a-changin' around here, and when I am trying to fall asleep and dream of my dreamy husband, I instead run through in my head every little thing I need to take care of. I even took a Tylenol PM a few nights ago and I still couldn't fall asleep. My body would jerk itself completely awake despite my pure exhaustion. This frustrated me to no end and I was on the verge of tears when I could not get my much needed rest. I ended up getting out of bed in a complete zombie-like state and eating two rice cakes to minimize my sudden feeling of starvation. 

One morning, I opened up our pantry door and thought that it was the refrigerator. And then a few minutes later I went to place some clean tupperware in the refrigerator, thinking that it was the cabinet. 

On Tuesday morning, I went to the post office to ship a package off to The Hubby. When you send anything overseas, you have to fill out a form and list the contents of the package along with each item's value. I had only filled out the total value as $20 when I brought it to the counter and was asked by the employee to fill out each value. No matter how far back I dug into my brain, I could not figure out how I could easily divide four into twenty. I started putting in numbers and when I got down to the fourth slot, I just was not able to figure out the last number. 

Then I had an "Aha!" moment. Eleven was the correct number! Somehow, I was convinced that 4+4+5+11 equaled a perfect $20. Seriously. I was completely embarrassed and told the guy that I was on four hours of sleep and walked away blushing. I went up to AP Calculus in high school and took two college math courses, and this was the result.


I had purchased a puny monthly planner book for a buck on clearance at Target, thinking I just needed something to keep track of birthdays and any of The Hubby's important dates. Check out my sad little schedule for March. I had to write in when to mail birthday cards so that I would have something to write.


And BANG! Oh, what a change a few weeks makes! I think I need a fancier calendar book. I wish I could say that this change was due to something remarkably exciting, like a sudden life altering desire to save the world. But, alas, my life is not that interesting. 


With The Hubby's promotion to an Executive Officer position at another company, I have experienced some changes myself. I "took" a leadership role for our Family Readiness Group. I use the word "took" lightly because it was more pushed onto me through guilt, but I am prepared to go at it with a positive attitude. I will write more about my new FRG responsibilities later on my other blog when I get the chance, but basically I have been put in charge of the well-being of the 130 or so families that soldiers left back home. It is a huge and important task, and I have a lot of work ahead of me.

 Zombieland Rules
But this whole FRG business was the least of my worries for the week. My sister kindly hired me to write over 7,000 words on sunglasses as part of something she had to do for the internet marketing company she works for. She gave me two weeks to finish this assignment, but of course I waited until the last few days and ended up having to chain myself to a desk for four days, chugging away about polycarbonate lenses and UVA/UVB rays. "Just think of the money!", I reminded myself.

I assumed that I had more time to work on this, but with the sudden FRG job, I was left juggling numerous things at once. I approached this entire thing as a project for school, and it brought me back to the time a year and a half ago when I was going to college full time, slaving away over twenty hours a week as a waitress, and planning our wedding extravaganza all at once.

Also, I haven't shared this with you, but I have a side weekly writing job for a UK savings blog. I get to pretend that I have a flat in London and invite my mates over every afternoon for a cup of tea. The pay is minimal, but it's something. My favorite part of it is that having a weekly deadline makes time go by faster because it always sneaks up on me.

Lastly, I am an idiot and decided to plan for a gathering of wives come over for some apple pie today. I don't know why I like to create trouble for myself, although I think it is crucial for me to have guests over every few weeks or else I would never clean the house.

I had grown accustomed to my easygoing days where I never had to look at a calendar in order to keep track of my plans for the week. I've become one of those, "Let me check my schedule" people, and I can't decide whether or not I like it.


I have a lot of blog entries lined up, but the quality of the pictures won't be the best since I was so rushed this week. I hope to get back into a good rhythm soon. I've taken a major setback in my diet as I think I have been confusing exhaustion with weakness from hunger. I haven't exercised in a week, either.

Signing off with my eighth cookie in my mouth,
Married Minzilla

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Waiting Minzilla



Overheard in Iraq: "It's only been a week? That's it?! It feels like a month!"-The Hubby last week

Taken about fifteen minutes before he left on the bus. Doesn't he look happy?


I have been having trouble with this post. It's been over two weeks since The Hubby left for Iraq so I suppose it's about time I talked about it. You can find full details of my husband's deployment on my other blog, Waiting Minzilla.

I've decided to create two separate blogs simply because I like to keep things light on Married Minzilla, and I try to keep my bitching and moaning to a minimum. But on Waiting Minzilla, I'm going to be less censored with my ramblings. I haven't found my "groove" yet there, but I'm sure that it will develop as I grow over the year.

There's a lot of cursing. I feel like I have to warn my audience of this because if you know me personally, I rarely cuss in public. But privately in my own home, car, or thoughts I have a nasty mouth. It stems from growing up with my sister and being completely infiltrated into Army culture.

My first few entries there are admittedly depressing, but I hope that they will grow to be more lighthearted. I suggest you start at the first entry and go on from there. Yes, that seems obvious, but I do a short introduction and it will explain even more so why I am sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings with the world.

I hope you follow both of my blogs, but I won't be offended if you don't. I don't plan on advertising Waiting Minzilla again so if you ever need a link for it you can go back to this post and find it or you can click on my complete profile under my "About Me" section and find it there.

Ciao!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Explanations, Plans and Other Stuff

Here are a few questions that I felt needed to be answered

Why I didn't move home: There were several factors that went into this decision.
1) My family moved out of their home into a smaller one, and there is no longer room for me. They've offered the couch, but somehow that just doesn't sound to appealing to me.
2) There will be other deployments and I don't want to run home every time.
3) We love our house here so much that I don't want to give it up. After The Hubby returns from deployment, we will still be here for at least another six months and I don't want to house hunt yet again.
4) I have grown accustomed to eating what I want to eat, sleeping when I want to, and wearing what I want to. These new habits would not be possible if I moved home.

The original plan was for me to go back to CSUF to get my teaching credentials, but his deployment came up so quickly that it was impossible for me to get all my testing done and apply to the credential program in time. I could get my teaching credentials here, but I would not be nationally accredited and therefore would have to go through more testing later on whenever we moved. More on teaching in another post...

What's next for us: Here is the plan as far as I know.
-Sometime between now and next February: The Hubby will return for two weeks for his R&R. As of now, we don't plan on travelling out of the state, nor do we plan on having visitors.
-Next February-ish: The Hubby will return for good. He will have a month off and we want to spend most of it in California. We will remain at Fort Hood until he can leave for Captain's Career Course in Ft. Benning.
-August '12-ish: Back to Ft. Benning, GA for six months.

The timeline gets a little complicated from here. After The Hubby finishes Career Course, he will be assigned to another post where he will take command of a company. He may or may not deploy when this happens. I don't remember how long he has to remain a company commander before he is allowed to go to graduate school.

The Hubby plans on attending business school at UCI so that we can live in wonderful Orange County. We can't wait to have annual passes for Disneyland!

Future Kiddos: My grandmother wants us to have babies now because she says that I'm just sitting at home all day on my own so I might as well. But of course it doesn't work that way. We want to be financially stable so we are going to wait for The Hubby's promotion to captain sometime next year.

Planning children around deployments is almost impossible. You almost have to decide between your husband missing your pregnancy or the first months of your child's life. A good time would be during grad school for The Hubby, but those two years are when we want to have fun and enjoy civilian life for a bit before we dive back into military life.

We've decided to try for a baby during the last few months of school, which is between six and seven years from now. But who knows? All that can change.


I hope that clears a few things up !

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

No Longer the Newbie

The Hubby was promoted from a second lieutenant to a first lieutenant today during a short ceremony on post. It was a last minute event--as in we didn't find out about it until this morning. We knew that a promotion was bound to happen this month, but with NTC and the holiday, it was difficult to fit in into the schedule. 


The Lieutenant Colonel conducted the ceremony. He's the guy who almost scared me to death when he called to tell me how spectacular The Hubby is doing.


The entire company was there to watch the four "butter bars" rise in the ranks. Another soldier's girlfriend and I were the only women around and we just stood awkwardly in the corner.


The company' executive officer read aloud the promotion orders.


It was then my turn to step up and pin on his new bar. The Lt. Col. said that it was tradition to punch it on him so I took it to heart, stepped back, and gave him a good one right in his chest. He had to stumble back in order to maintain his balance. There were a lot of giggles from the crowd. Wait, do soldiers giggle?

The Hubby was punched much harder by at least three others. I suppose he can be grateful that it is just a velcro pin instead of something with pointed edges. I will never understand Army traditions.


I was also given permission to give my husband a kiss, which is typically taboo whenever he is in uniform. This would explain why The Hubby gave me such a wimpy peck.


And a big round of applause to the new First Lieutenants!


Another part of the promotion ritual is to repeat their Oath of Office, something they once said during their West Point graduation May of last year.


Each man had a chance to say a few words to the audience. The Hubby thanked me at the end. I mean he kinda had to, didn't he?

Him after seeing this video: "Yeah. I'm a bitch."

Hahaha! Even the Lt. Col. was laughing in the back and you can hear the "aww"'s coming from the crowd.


Everyone took their turn in congratulating the four of them.


The company commander handed The Hubby a new pin for his beret. Can you see The Hubby's hat hair? Who thought that wool hats would be a good choice for hot afternoons?


The Hubby's soldiers lined up to shake his hand and give him a salute. I really enjoyed watching the interaction between him and his men. I could definitely see the admiration and respect they have for my husband. Sometimes, I am glad I do not work so that I am fortunate enough to be there for special moments like this.


We took one last hurried picture before I left him to go back to work. His new rank really stands out, doesn't it? I felt slightly overdressed for the ceremony, but promotions are few and far between so why not? 


His promotion means several things to us. Sure, the pay raise is nice (ah, sweet relief!), but it also represents a great more amount of respect. He is no longer the new kid on the block because the new rank also means more experience.

I could not be prouder and I am excited to stand by his side for many more promotions and ceremonies to come.