There are some wives out there who “wear” their husbands’ rank. They march around, as if they themselves are also enlisted. These women act tough, bark orders, and study AR’s and FM’s just for the purpose of looking like they know it all. This type of living is not for me. I don’t claim military rank or status. I’m actually quite a fan of wearing my hair down, wearing makeup, and PDA. I like being able to say what I want, when I want to, without fear of being “smoked” for it. I cannot, however, claim full civilian status.
Marriage is a 3-legged race. My left foot is in the civilian world and my right foot is tied to my husband’s left. Both of his feet walk in the military realm though, so half of me is walking in his world. Some husbands drag their wives, some wives drag their husbands, but essentially we military wives are living in both worlds in one way or another. Because of this, we stay up studying with our men for the promotion board. We have a meeting with the company commander to request better living quarters during advanced training for our NCO’s. We wash, massage, and care for the feet that get minimal escape from those god-awful boots. We polish every coin, hang every certificate, and press every uniform. We take pride in our soldiers’ accomplishments and feel every ounce of disappointment that they feel in their failures. We get excited when they get a hot shower down range, and we panic inside when there is any type of danger. This is us in their world. They wear the uniform, follow the orders, give the orders, and do the job. We shadow them, mimic their gestures out of flattery and habit, and we silently walk. We are ready and sturdy for them to lean on us, but it almost never happens. But, if at any moment they need it, we are ready. We chant, quieter than a whisper, “Please, just lean on me. Just lean a little bit. Come on…lean…come on. Just lean a little bit. Come on…come on…” But they don’t hear us, because all they hear is the shouting of their own voice blending in with hundreds of thousands of other warriors singing,
“WHEN I WAS BORN MY DADDY LEFT! left, right, left.
LATER ON MY MOMMA LEFT! left, right, left.
I GOT DEPLOYED MY WOMAN LEFT! left, right, left.
THE ARMY THE ONLY THING THAT’S LEFT! left, right, left.
COME ON! left, right, left.
LOUDER! left, right, left.
COVER! left, right, left.
AGAIN! left, right, left.”
Activity #62: Homemade Peanut Butter
I put on a movie, and it took 2 hours to de-shell the peanuts.
1 bag equals 1 jar
Food Processor for 5 minutes.
So, I bought a bunch of peanuts for my husband’s Guys’ Night when he was home, but they weren’t very popular. So, I decided to try making homemade peanut butter with the leftovers. Seriously…you should go do this right now! It’s delicious! I can’t imagine going back to store-bought ever again! It’s super easy, doesn’t have to be refrigerated, and it’ll go by a lot faster if you enlist the help of friends, kids, or your spouse.I’m going to try homemade nutella next! I can’t wait! Until next week, send your crazy to me, since I’m going there anyway!