Sisterhood

I’m not much of a sorority girl. Scratch that. I am totally 100% not a sorority girl. Upon arriving at Clemson University, this yankee quickly learned that she did not mesh well (like at all) with the southern sorority culture. More power to them and no ill-will – it just was not my scene. And because of my anti-sorority stance during my collegiate years, I never properly learned the sorority-squat pose nor the arm pop that is so prominent on social media today (and so figure flattering….seriously). That’s probably why I end up looking like a ‘before’ on an informercial in 91% of the photos taken of me.

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I never dressed up for class and the thought of wearing a dress to a football game still makes me shudder. The above picture illustrates my go-to ‘going-out’ outfit during those years – an ill-fitting tank top, brown belt, and jeans with embroidered detail. No wonder girls weren’t knocking on my door to pledge their sorority…if I were a Spice Girl I’d be Sorry Spice or Bless Her Heart Spice, for sure.

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But then something happened – upon moving to Fort Drum after graduating college and saying I do to my incredibly handsome college sweetheart, I found myself welcomed into a sorority unlike any other – the sisterhood of military spouses. The friendships I formed with four other wives during that wretched deployment helped define my early-twenties and despite years having passed since being stationed together, we still get together for reunion weekends. We are more than just friends. We are sisters.

And now over a decade later, I find myself continuing to expand the membership of the sisterhood. Each duty station brings new friends, new opportunities, new adventures, and eventually new see you later’s. Our time at Fort Leavenworth for Command and General Staff College is no different. I’ve grown close with a group of wives from our neighborhood and I have no doubt that we will keep in touch despite going our separate ways this summer.

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This past weekend, we spent the night in Kansas City – participating in a wine-walk throughout downtown and then enjoying everything the Power & Light district had to offer. While leaving a rooftop patio, we stumbled into a photographer capturing the aftermath of an Air Force wedding. It seemed appropriate to welcome the new bride into the military spouse sisterhood so we did so by offering our congratulations and words of encouragement for the adventures on which she will soon find herself.

So while I may have dismissed sororities in college, I don’t know where I would be today without the military spouse sisterhood. We support each other during deployments, separations, PCS’s, and through whatever curveballs the military may throw our way. We watch each other’s children, we will be the first to pour each other a glass of wine, and we will drop everything to be there when most needed. And perhaps most importantly – we get it.

Some Thoughts About Thirty-Three

 I turned 33 last month. I’m not one to joke about turning 29 again or approach each birthday with dread. Hell yeah, I’m excited to be 33 – since when did celebrating another year alive become a shameful and mournful act? I may have a few more laugh lines than I did in my early 20s and gray may be infiltrating my hair but I’m the healthiest I’ve ever been. Not only is every March a reason to rejoice and be thankful for my time on earth with family and friends, it’s an an opportunity to make the upcoming year even better than the one before.FullSizeRender 19
Like many, as soon as I blew out the birthday candles, I proclaimed that my 33rd year would be healthiest year yet. But here I am a month later, eating a leftover slice of cake for breakfast (no shame in my game), wondering what exactly does healthy even look like? And no – 33 will not be the year I embrace paleo or become gluten-free. But I will do the following things…
  • Eat less sugar. Hello – I just admitted to eating cake at 6:30am. Not that I am ashamed – it tastes amazing. But I’ve also been known to eat Sweetarts for lunch and Golden Grahams for a snack. Great for a special treat. Not-so-great multiple times a week. Sugar is not the root of all evil (that title is reserved for Ed Hardy t-shirts) but I probably could stand to cut back on my intake.
  • Practice confidence. Somewhere over the past few years, I lost some of my swagger. Not that I was ever cool, mind you (just ask people from my high school), but for whatever reason, since entering my thirties my confidence has waned.
  • Write more. Beyond creating profiles to troll comment sections. Kidding.
  • Read more. Buzzfeed doesn’t count. Neither does Wikipedia. But re-reading Judy Blume books does because she is amazing and a saint.
  • Surf {online} less. Surf {on water} more. Okay – since the Army is sending us to San Antonio, it is unlikely that my pipe-dream of learning to channel my inner-Margo Oberg will happen before I’m 35. But if Uncle Same sending us to Hawaii materializes beyond a pipe dream – game on. And the amount of time I waste just mindlessly surfing the online world is doing nothing but preventing me from accomplishing more worthwhile tasks. I may have fallen down a YouTube wormhole of Roxette videos while writing this post but in my mind, that is always a worthwhile endeavor. Listen to you heart, indeed.
  • Work harder. In all aspects of my life – there is always opportunity work harder.

While I don’t have the universal answer to what being healthy looks like, I do know that if I am able to work on the above six goals, 33 will be my healthiest year yet – whatever that means.

Things I Just Don’t Get. At. All.

Since Parks & Recreation left the air February 2015, there has been a Lil’ Sebastian-sized void in the world. When I come across someone who doesn’t share the affinity that I have for literally the best television show of all time, I am unable to hide my bewilderment and exasperation. However, my love for Parks & Recreation isn’t the lone source of my confusion. Here are some other things that I just don’t get…

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Cauliflower Crust Pizza. It’s not pizza if it has a cauliflower crust. More power to you if that’s you’re idea of eating good food but just please call it anything but pizza. Because it’s not pizza.

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Tank maxi dresses. Shapeless dresses that fall to the widest part of my cankles and are reminiscent of fundamentalist religious fashion ? Sign.me.up.

‘Wrong’ Bibles. Yes, earlier this year someone told our son at the children’s service that his Bible was the wrong king of Bible. And yes, we stopped attending that particular church. We prefer our church to be loving and accepting, not full of Pharisees thankyouverymuch.

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The 2016 Presidential Race. This is the best we can do? Seriously? For anyone wondering, my vote is for Dave Kovic (as Bill Mitchell).

Nicholas Sparks books. Although I am an Emily Giffin fan so who am I to judge?

Fast food seafood restaurants. I feel like this one is self-explanatory.

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Getting your picture taken with the Easter Bunny. When did this become a thing? Our children have yet to have a professional photo-op with a person in a costume that probably smells like a wrestling practice. The picture above is yours truly in my favorite Fine Young Cannibals-inpsired shirt and my mom. Perhaps this explains my disdain for the made-up creature.

What are some things you don’t understand?