Ch-ch-chaaaanges!!

So, I've been recovering from my wisdom tooth removal since Friday. It's going... well... about as well as you can expect from someone who is a wuss and just had 4 teeth forcefully removed from her head.


Anyway.


On Monday, I got a phone call from The Husband. He received orders. 


Not the long awaited orders to school so he can finish the process of becoming a Crew Chief... 


PCS orders.


Oh, no big deal! He had wanted to move for on the job training and put in for Miramar a few months ago. Except they didn't give him Miramar. 


MCAS New River.


For my friends who aren't Marine Corps base savvy, that is here...

Jacksonville, North Carolina, my friends.

The Husband reports at the end of September. I'll go out there at the end of the school year in May after graduation. 

Totally not what I was expecting. Or wanting. 

But I'm okay. I'm getting excited. I'm a bit nervous about the cost of setting up a new home across the country, but we'll figure it out. I think. 

Oh dear. 

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They're taking my wisdom

Friday morning, bright and early, my wisdom teeth will be coming out. All four. All at the same time. 


Oh dear. 


They are knocking me out. Fear not, I haven't entirely ruled out being filmed during recovery. Though I'm not sure if they'll allow anyone back there for it. 


I plan on milking the heck out of it this weekend (should I keep that quiet until after?). It's not often where I get to be waited on hand and foot, so I'm going to take full advantage of it. 


But truth be told, I'm scared. Very, very scared. Not of the pain, not of the payment (Which was surprisingly low. Thanks United Concordia!)... of the anesthesia. I've never had surgery, so going under gives me the heeby jeebies. I'm trying not to worry. Some of my friends said it was some of the best sleep they've had, so I'm trying to look at it that way. 


I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, enjoy this video. It's the only thing keeping me from cancelling my appointment on Friday.


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I'm boring. I know.

There's just SO much going on! 


Okay, not really. I'm also lazy on top of boring. 


Anyway. I have a new follower and I thought she had a great question for me and I didn't want it to get lost in the comments. So here it is...


"I notice your from Vegas?! I'm here too and my hubs was also a Marine. Here's background on my question...
Hubs got out of the Corps. almost a year ago. I though I hated it while he was in (back to back deployments, long hours, away from home...). Now we have a babes and I miss it, yes, me. I know if our country wasn't in a bajillion wars this would be his career.

So... how did you get to the point where you were ok with deployments and moving and being alone... a lot? "

I am from Vegas! Born and raised. 

This is a really tough question for me, because I don't necessarily think I'm ok with deployments, moving, and being alone all the time. You never get used to living away from your spouse for years at a time. But I am better able to cope. 

The first deployment The Husband did, I was a wreck. A total and absolute wreck. I hardly left the house, I watched the news 24/7 like a moron, and did nothing for myself. I wasn't working, I was taking one class at a time (which will not get you your degree in a reasonable amount of time, btw), and my entire identity was wrapped up in being a Marine wife. I had lost myself in his career.

Deeper than you were thinking I would go? Probably. A little dramatic, too. I like dramatic effect. Go with it. 

Anyway...

When The Husband was told he was deploying a second time, I vowed to do it differently. He was actually supposed to be EASing next month, so we decided that I would pack up, move home, find a job, finish school, and prepare for another major life change. 

He deployed the second time in March of 2008 and by that time, I had realized that there was much more to me than just the "girl who wore a yellow ribbon" (Love that cadence). 

Now trust me, I have nothing against being moto. I wear my USMC tees with the best of 'em (but you will never see me with a MARPAT purse, I can promise that much). But I think it's so easy to fall into a pattern of tagging along and supporting your spouse that you never really become, or stay, your own person. Fortunately, I'm surrounded by some amazing military wives who show me everyday what it is to be supportive and independent. 

So, all that to say that I learned to cope by doing things for me when I needed to. 

I also remember that there is a light at the end of this tunnel of unknown length. That helps, too. 

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