My summer in review: kids, cats and kicking the ball
While it may appear we vanished without a trace this summer, the title pretty much describes my summer, spending time with my kids, while we all looked after the abundant number of cats in our home and kicking the ball on the soccer field. All of us play soccer. While I could go on and on about the summer, in simplest terms - it was a busy, hectic, crazy and we weren’t even posted. Sort of.
Our oldest daughter Madeline moved on. She graduated from high school and joined the military. In August we dropped her off in St. Jean, Quebec, at the Megaplex.
Living through life's stresses
Living through life’s stresses without gaining a pound is a major accomplishment in my life. Posting season came and went as quickly as a barefoot fiddler dancing across hot coals. I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, transplanted to another destination with a single whip of the wind.
This past summer, DH was posted from Petawawa to Meaford, Ontario. HOORAY! Our family did the happy jig and danced our way across Ontario along Southern Georgian Bay.
My best friend has become a virtual stalker.
Unfortunately, in this day and age, that’s not a hard feat to accomplish. With GPS, Facebook, and Twitter, not only is it easier than ever to keep tabs on somebody, but we openly mock anyone who has not embraced these social espionage tools.
A good example of this would be my husband, who flat-out refuses to open a Facebook account because “when Skynet takes over, that’s how it’ll go down.”
There are certain lessons that I learn, promise to never do again and then promptly forget. The word "never" is one of them.
I believe it is in my arrogance, judgement and self-righteousness I utter that word and then I pay the price... humility, which is not really a bad thing, just really uncomfortable.
I used the word never over three weeks ago. It was Friday May 29, early evening. My two older male cats had been using my office floor to do their business, having forgot about their littler box. As my husband expressed his frustration with the situation he made the statement about another cat never setting foot in our house and I full heartily agreed. Never!
Chronology of Weight Gain
According to an article in the latest issue of O Magazine, often weight gain is directly related to life stresses and circumstances.
This is especially true for the bulk of us who stuff our mouths to diminish stress! So, I thought I would take a trip down memory lane and see how my weight has fluctuated over the years.
I've been fat for so long, it's hard to remember when it began; however, I do remember the summer before my 4th grade year when I really started to chub up. So that's where I will begin!
The beginning of one era and end of another
I have been sucked in to the tube for the last month for two reasons. First, the Royal Wedding, I am a royal watcher and have been for most of my life. I was one of the billion people who woke up at 3am on April 30th. With my oldest daughter beside me in bed, we ate homemade scones, drank tea and watched the Royal wedding. All the while my husband tried to sleep - love you honey!
And secondly, if you happen to miss it this year, it was the final season of the Oprah Show. I have been a committed viewer this year and rarely did I miss an episode.
Making the Leap!
So, we have made the leap! As a family, we have decided to move on to "life after the army" - my husband is taking his release.
It's sort of like a normal posting, but with the added pressure of knowing that decisions will have to be lived with for years to come. The beautiful thing about a military posting is that you can at least undo the mistakes eventually: you won't have to live beside the rotten neighbours forever ... you can hope the next school is better ... hopefully finding a job in the next place will be easier. But now, we are faced with getting all of the choices right ... the first time.
It was spring 2002 and I had just learned my husband was going to be in the field for Mother's Day. I was in disbelief and choked. What husband would plan to schedule an exercise to begin on Mother's Day? With a quick judgement - he obviously didn't love his wife - I made a note to complain to my husband.
When my husband and I were making dinner that night I shared with him my thoughts about the exercise. As I spoke my husband became quiet and a little white. He walked over to the calendar on the wall flipped to the month of May and asked what day was Mother's Day?
To The Victor Go the Spoils
This weekend, my husband and I celebrated our sixth year anniversary. It’s our first anniversary in a new city, the weather is warming up, and we now have almost 15 hours of sunlight. So we did what any romantic couple would do:
We played Risk.
I’m not sure what it is about Risk and military guys, but almost every one that I have met in the last five years always seems to lose their marbles over an all-nighter of Risk. Personally, I have never understood the appeal, but my husband and I have agreed to disagree. (After all, he’s never even heard of the game, Girl Talk and certainly doesn’t understand why I squeal like a schoolgirl over it.)
Petawawa and Red Fridays
I never imagined I would end up in Petawawa and to be honest I came kicking and screaming. In the early years as a military spouse I had heard a couple urban legends about Petawawa and vowed to never move there. At the time I believed my husband would serve his whole career in Chilliwack. And then the base closed. We moved to Edmonton, then London and then the inevitable, Petawawa.
I considered moving to Petawawa on the condition that our children were able to enroll into a certain school. They did and we moved. The year was 2007 and when I arrived I didn’t own a stitch of red. I was in the mindset that I was married to a military member, I moved with him and I supported him; hence, I supported the troops why did I need to wear red. Then I met Jill Kruse.