tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81208796108120402382024-09-11T12:54:04.997-05:00Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-87690547376099424602012-03-28T10:05:00.000-05:002012-03-28T10:05:17.884-05:00

  RECEIVING LINEReceiving lines are located at the entrance. Some people tend to avoid the receiving lines, this is a "discourteous action". The first person in the line will be in charge of announcing the names of the guests (usually the commander of the hosting event). They do not shake hands or carry conversations, their job is just to introduce the arriving guest to the next

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-10011594194524695122012-03-28T05:26:00.000-05:002012-03-28T05:26:27.557-05:00

Yes, it's actually been a few months since he returned. Life can sure be hectic in those few months after they return. I can proudly say that he was on the very LAST convoy that left Iraq. I kept watching for him on the news but couldn't see which truck he was driving. I just know he was there and I cannot tell you how many tears I shed watching those trucks cross safely into Kuwait and then

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I'm all over the place. Hubby leaving after R&R, tragic death in family, fires destroying so much of Texas. So I should say I'm not physically all over the place. My mind is. I want to be with my family but need to stay close to home because of fire hazards. I cry for a while, then I laugh. Then I wander. I don't have any plans, I need plans. I just can't make any. None that stick anyway.

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It seems to be everywhere lately, or always. Those closest to me have suffered many losses this last year. Time and time again I read all the posts of sympathy. Time and time again I get so angry. Yes, this is me ranting on my little soap box. There are just some things you should never say to someone that has lost a loved one. 1. "I know how you feel." REALLY?? No you don't! You know how you

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A place for everything and everything in its place. Words I was raised by, words I live by. My husband is a bit more laid back. It was a clash between us until I learned to relax a little about things being out of order and him realizing how much things lying around drove me crazy. When he is deployed I slip back into my orderly life. But I notice now that I miss his things being out of place.

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Since the Chinook crashed a couple days ago I have watched the news and kept an eye on status updates on Facebook. Over and over again I hear about the Navy Seal team 6. 20 of them. Always in the back of my mind was the question who were the other 10? Why aren't they talked about? Why don't they matter? I'm sure the posts on facebook were well meaning. Until the rose post about 31 special forces

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-51837164540050708052011-08-04T17:15:00.003-05:002011-08-05T06:01:00.189-05:00

 The correspondence is in reverse. My last reply being on top of the emails I received. I did delete personal addresses etc because I am not running a campaign aimed at any one person. It is against a company that is money hungry and selfish and so unwilling to change. Unsure what I'm talking about? See original post here: To any representative of Walgreens that might read this. I might

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-89394369640815758492011-07-28T12:43:00.004-05:002011-07-28T12:55:30.173-05:00

As some of you may already know a soldier was arrested in Killeen, TX this morning. There have been so many rumors flying! Here is an article about Pvt. Nasser Jason Abdo. Google it, you'll find quite a few more articles. Just make sure it's news and not opinion. My understanding of the situation is he was arrested originally for being AWOL and child pornography. He was found with items that

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-80091921561826531512011-07-27T08:33:00.000-05:002011-07-27T08:33:22.601-05:00

We have a wide and far spread network of friends. I love my friends. I just wish sometimes they could 'get it.' I consistently get emails from them. That's a good thing right? Well yes and no. They are pretty much standard short one line emails. They almost always go like this: "Just wanted to say hi and check on your hubby. All is well here." I always respond with "He is doing well, all is

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-36469221197160477592011-07-24T13:51:00.000-05:002011-07-24T13:51:24.094-05:00

I hate that question. Really I do. Chances are I feel awful but my conditioned response is generally 'Great! And you?' I sometimes wonder how far peoples mouths would drop if I actually told them the truth. That I am in constant pain. That I'm tired. That I just don't know how I can deal with all of it one more day. But I don't. I remind myself constantly it could be worse. It used to be worse.

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-69290097309149242622011-07-23T18:40:00.000-05:002011-07-23T18:40:19.729-05:00

Perhaps it started with 9-11. Perhaps hubby reenlisting in the Army and being exposed to certain things increased my passion. The November 5th shootings. Yeah, that helped it along too. All around the world the fires, floods, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, they all contributed. So what IS my passion? Emergency preparedness. Strange passion huh? Not really. It is merely a passion

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*I am editing this post to show you that I actually DO make money from the points/rewards programs.*I don't need to tell you that the military doesn't pay the highest for your spouses chosen profession. I wanted to feel that I was making some form of financial contribution to our household to supplement the (insert sarcasm) generous income we receive from the Army. Well, more than my

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I have spent my life with this motto: I reject your reality and replace it with mine. It worked pretty well for me. I lived in my happy little world. It really wasn't that simplistic but I never saw a big world. I knew it was there but it never mattered as long as the people closest to me were all safe and happy nothing else really mattered. I know that sounds selfish. I was young and small town

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-12927755727694736192011-07-18T14:44:00.003-05:002011-08-04T18:50:53.659-05:00

Or unpatriotic? I think so. Up until about two weeks ago commissary shoppers were able to use the coupons that you receive from manufactures that print out for certain sales at Walgreens. These 'register rewards' worked just like cash at the commissary reducing the overall amount to pay. For some military families this really helped lower the cost of the grocery expenses. This was possible

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I started Going It Alone because I was going it alone and knew in my heart that I could not possibly be the only one out there. I wanted so much to make connections between others that were going it alone too. And people came. We are a year later and there doesn't seem to be any interest anymore. Perhaps you had children or no longer feel the need to know there are others. I wanted a 'place'

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-43178339923786988782011-06-28T10:47:00.000-05:002011-06-28T10:47:51.193-05:00

There are tons of pages for what to send in a care package. I have learned over the past few years that those pages don't help me out very much. Here is a list of some of the things I send to give a little taste of home: Shelf stable milk- BIG HIT. I buy Borden. It's found next to evaporated milk in the stores. Jell-O Instant cheesecake mix and shaker container Mini graham cracker pie crusts

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-47288167567834235932011-06-24T12:14:00.018-05:002011-06-25T07:23:14.957-05:00

This is going to be simple. (Your chances are also very good since there are so few of us!) 1. Who is eligible? Fans of Going It Alone~Military Spouses on Facebook that are a military spouse with no children at home. (This means your children are grown, you have no children or you only have children part time. In other words if you spend the majority of your spouses deployment by yourself

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-79912320433201774752011-06-18T08:41:00.000-05:002011-06-18T08:41:27.344-05:00

Have you ever received an unexpected letter in the mail? Not email. Regular old fashioned mail. Did it make you smile and feel warm inside? It does me. I am the WORST when it comes to sending mail and 'thank you' cards. Or birthday, anniversary, Easter, Christmas, etc. But I do try to remember. I challenge you to look in your addresses wherever they may be and pick someone to send a card

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-86997678871159430222011-06-08T16:59:00.000-05:002011-06-08T16:59:04.288-05:00

I see things differently now that I'm an Army wife. I've never been one to like extreme temperatures. I like a nice 60-70 degree F. outside. Anything else I tend to complain about. But it's different now. I'm not saying I still don't complain, I just try to be careful about where I am and who the recipient of my complaint is. So for just a moment play along. Think of the hottest day of the year.

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-70959291685986922552011-06-02T19:58:00.000-05:002011-06-02T19:58:49.714-05:00

Pomp and circumstance defined as an idiom is a formal ceremony. There are all kinds of events that have pomp and circumstance. Graduations are what most people first think of. For a military spouse we think of 'Casing the colors' when our soldier deploys or the homecoming ceremony when they return.  I love the ceremony and all the pomp and circumstance that goes along with it. I need

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The days leading up to the possible shutdown were wearing on me. I tried to reassure people that even IF it did happen it wouldn't be permanent. That it WOULD be okay in the end. Panic had started to spread and didn't take it long to consume many of the normally sane people I know. I couldn't find the words to help and stressed myself out trying. My husband posted on facebook the day after the

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I really believe in the old adage that it is better to give than to receive. I give because I selfishly love the feeling I get from doing something for someone. Even when they don't know it was me. In fact I prefer to remain anonymous whenever possible. Sometimes I can't. It is easier to drop off meals without giving a name than inviting 'strangers' into your home and still remain nameless. We

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First, I apologize for scattered, meandering thoughts. Poor grammar and general misuse of the English language.    In Remembrance: Capt John A Gaffaney, Lt. Col. Juanita L. Warman, Maj. Libardo Caraveo, Capt. Russell Seager, Staff Sgt. Justin Decrow, Sgt. Amy Krueger, Spc. Jason Hunt, Spc. Frederick Greene, Pfc. Aaron Nemelka, Pfc. Michael Pearson, Spc. Kham Xiong, Pvt. Francheska

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-30950835883232459752010-11-02T09:55:00.001-05:002010-11-02T09:57:03.600-05:00

I go on and on about how I feel. Woe is me, blah blah blah. We all know the feeling. It's time for a pity party and it's all about ME! That however is not fair to my husband. It's not fair to who he really is and why we are really here. We were taking a silly quiz the other day. One of the questions was your most admirable trait. For him I immediately knew it was LOYALTY. He has many many

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261646590739984261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120879610812040238.post-65708818536960775022010-11-01T17:55:00.000-05:002010-11-01T17:55:56.153-05:00

I sat in silence for so long, feeling sorry for myself and feeling so alone in this Army life. Out of frustration I sent off an email to the people at Her War Her Voice. My plea was heard and with it came the Facebook group Going It Alone. The group is only up to 32 members. But compared to me, and others, feeling like we were the ONLY one I think that number is great. Her War Her Voice

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