Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Rider, the Elephant and the Path

First, I want to give say a warm "what-up?" to all my new followers! If you should know anything about me, it's that you can ask/tell me anything. I encourage commenters and welcome commentary. Please enjoy my blog!

{That being said, I'm wondering if the "What I'm Wondering" meme is dead. No one has linked up for this weekend yet and only 2 people linked-up last week. The first week did well and it's sort of dissipated since then. I'm thinking it has a lot more to do with the amount of meme's out there hosted by other blogs and mine simply didn't make the cut.
I'll give it one more week and put the kibosh on it if it doesn't go well. If any of you have strong opinions on it, please let me know.}

I am a member of a gym (Life Time, a chain here in Minnesota and across other states, sort of like Bally's or LA Fitness.) As part of my membership, they send out a monthly publication called Experience Life. Normally, the issue comes and I glance through it for any good recipes or work-out tips and then I toss it. Rarely do they offer much more then that.

This month was a little different. I saw the headline of this article and stopped to read it.
I am so glad I did.

The article talks about the battle between our emotional selves and our practical selves and how hard it is to encourage any real change in our own lives as a result. The author compares the emotional self to an elephant; emotional, concerned with immediate results and satisfaction, the pleasure-center. It also happens to be the part of us that controls our fighting instinct, our nurturing (and parenting) personalities, and the part of us that gives us courage and determination. It has both bad and good qualities.

So does the rider. The rider is the practical thinker inside us. It's the part of us that wants to get up early to get a run in before we head to work (while the elephant really, really enjoys sleeping in.) The rider looks at things long-term, acts as decision maker and provides direction. Problem is, the rider tends to over-analyze things and tires quickly when doing so.

Still in a fight between our two selves, the elephant will always win.
That is where the path comes in.

The path is the whole picture. Its our life; our destination; our goal. It serves as a guideline of where we are and where we are going. If we are unable to get the rider and elephant to agree and take action, perhaps changing the path is another option. Change direction, or end point and perhaps the rider and elephant will be better equipped to work together and get things done.

This article was so interesting to me. With all the stresses that I've encountered in my life (school, deployment, money, etc...) it's often difficult to get any real change to occur. Often times I shut down, letting the elephant take over a simply meander down the path with no concern of where and when I'll get there. Unfortunately, I get there and more stress exists because I'm picking up the pieces or turning around to backtrack.

Especially regarding deployment, when things get especially hard, it is SO important the make sure the rider stays checked in. That I'm reminding myself WHY I do this and what the pay-off is. That I continue to set goals, some short and some longer, for getting through this adventure.

Most importantly, I need to remember that when all else fails, maybe I need to change the path. This doesn't mean changing where I'm going, but maybe how I'm getting there. This became a huge reality last night when I was web-camming with Al. We were (again!) discussing some of our communication issues with his bad attitude and my over-emotional self. He had suggested a handful of times that we cut down on the daily chatting (which end up being 2 hours or so if we want them to be - - I know, I'm so spoiled and I should just shut up now - - but I remind you that it's only been about 1 month of this. We spent our first 7 months of deployment with semi-weekly, 10-minute phone check-ins because he was in the field.)
He suggested this because he just can't shake his attitude right now.

See, he's stuck in an office, doing tasks completely unrelated to his job and getting more bored by the minute. When he transfered into this new unit to take this job (which of course he was was volun-told to do) he got a new chain-of-command which he doesn't care for. All of these things are contributing to his disposition and he doesn't see either changing any time soon. So, his suggestion was instead of trying to change our individual attitudes (his very much an ultra-rider and mine very much an ultra-elephant) that we change how/when we're talking (ie: change our path.)

I've always been really hesitant to do this because I worry that we're voluntarily cutting down how often we talk to each other - what if something bad happens and we get to talk even less? Or worse! What if something happens and we never talk again? I'm going to feel guilty that I CHOSE not to talk to you last night. Nevertheless, we are a couple that is ever-changing to our circumstances and we both work HARD at our relationship (as any good couple should.) So, I reluctantly agreed to work out a system. We can, of course, still contact each other if something big happens or we had a rough day and need the pick-me-up, but otherwise, we're spacing out our talks.

We hope this does two things: ONE, it allows him to have his crappy days without coming home and crapping on me and TWO, it allows me to cool my emotional heels and be in the best mind-set (maybe more like heart-set) to talk to him. Finally, we hope this change of path will get us back on track to a happy, healthy and lifelong relationship with miles and miles of road to go. I'm letting the rider take over because frankly, the elephant is getting tired of carrying your stupid ass!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

What I'm Wondering Today...Late Edition

So, I'm a little late. All the exciting events of yesterday threw me off my game. Still, the link-up will only be open until Sunday at midnight, so link-up immediately!
This week, all the questions are in honor of the lovely storm we had last night.
1. Have you ever seen a tornado/hurricane/funnel cloud in person?
2. Have you ever lost power? Tell the story.
3a. Have you ever been caught in a storm while driving?
3b. Have you ever driven TO the storm on purpose?
4. What do you normally do when a storm hits?
5. What's the craziest thing you've done in a storm?

My Answers:
1. Yes, a handful of times I have seen both funnel clouds and tornadoes. That's the worst of the weather we get in Minnesota since everything here is so flat and we're not by an ocean.
2. A handful of times. Never anything TOO bad. I've been without power for a couple hours here and there. Last night, the city that Al's family lives in got hit hard and they've been without power now for over 12 hours. Because they're so far out of the city, they were told it would be another 12 before a truck would be able to come out. Luckily, the farm has a generator, so all the siblings and their kids are camping out there.
3a. The worst was once in college when I was driving home (about a 2 hour drive) and about half-way a hail storm hit. I'd had my baby (car) for less then 2 years so I was very protective. I drove to the nearest bridge and parked underneath. I sat on top of my car and watch the hail bounce off the road. Once the hail stopped I kept driving, although it was extremely difficult to see and the rain was coming down hard.
That doesn't even take into consideration all the times we drive in the snow - we are Minnesotans after all! I've driven in a couple really, really bad blizzards. It's funny, I never think of that as severe weather. Ha ha.
3b. No, but I have grabbed a cocktail and sat on the covered deck to watch lightening storms. Only during thunderstorms am I brave enough to try that, I don't mess with tornadoes.
4. As a kid (and now that I'm on my own), I typically lived in apartments or small townhomes with no basement. In my current place, I have to sit in the closet because it's under the stairs and the only room with no windows. I remember in school when we'd have to all huddle together in the hallways with our heads down until the bad weather passed.
5. I used to be a real pansy when it came to storms so I can't say I've done anything too crazy. I know there have been a handful of times that we've finished boating or golfing before going in, only to realize that lightening hit within half a mile from us.

{By the way: this is one of the most beautiful mornings we've had yet this summer. Everything is green and fresh; the sun is shining and it's a clear, warm morning. I might drink my coffee on the front stoop just to enjoy the aftermath of last night's storm.}

Friday, June 25, 2010

Stormy Skies

Well, today was a great day! The interview went well. They actually called me back for 2nd interview on Monday! It seems pretty promising.

My afternoon with Kaylee was simply delightful. Little L is one of the most beautiful babies I've ever seen. She has the best disposition and if I ever wanted a baby before, I definitely want one now! Oh, Kaylee was wonderful too! We went for a great walk around the neighborhood (about 5 miles) and she got to see my school, the Governor's Mansion, etc... We stopped at Dunn Bros. for a nice lunch and then back to my place to chat some more. It was really a great afternoon and I really, really hope we'll see each other again very soon.

Of course, neither of us took pictures, despite having both our cameras. I guess we were too caught up in conversation and enjoying little L. Hopefully we'll do better next time.

Then this happened...
Blue skies and downpour = bad, bad storm
Then it turned to bright white sky...
Then the hail came...
At this point they were talking lightning, severe hail and even tornadoes so I hustled my butt back inside. Problem is, I don't have a basement. I am on the 1st floor of a 3-floor building, but I'm completely surrounded by windows. That is, except for the hall closet, which happens to be under the stairs.
So, I grabbed my laptop and hunkered down in my closet.
I had with me the things I love the most...my laptop and my shoes. Ha ha.
(Forgive me for my horrible hair. After our long walk, the rain and how treacherously warm my apartment is, there was simply NO hope for a style other than this.)

So, not only does my closet house my beloved shoes, tonight it even housed me and my guilty pleasure (junk TV on my laptop) and sheltered me from the storm. It has now passed and settled into a calm, sleepy rain. And honestly, it was a fun end to a great day!

Recipe

It's official ladies, I am a cook. My culinary skills still have not expanded beyond the basics, but I am so excited for the things I've learned recently. I wanted to use my crock pot and see if I could get ONE of the recipes for my 101 in 1001 list. I've never really made a broth and I knew I wasn't going to make one from stock.
The only part I actually had a recipe for was the broth. I had chicken bouillon and wanted to make sure I did that part right or it would end up being more of a vegetable salad.
I even had to evaporate my only milk on the stove top since I didn't have any cans!
Are you proud yet?

The rest of it was a self-created recipe. I didn't have onions or celery or carrots like many soups call for, so I made my own.
Here is the recipe:

Broth:
4 c. water
1 c. evaporated milk
1 tbsp. bouillon granules
1/4 c. butter

Soup:
4 red potatoes, cut into chunks (peel if desired - I didn't and really like the results)
1 can corn niblets
1/2 can black beans
2 cubes of Velveeta

Steps:
Stir broth ingredients together in a saucepan (if you have to evaporate your own milk, do so in a separate pan and add the ingredients to it once the milk is the proper consistency.)
Cut potatoes in chunks and put in crock. Add corn and beans to crock.
Add broth to the crock pot and stir. Add Velveeta chunks and stir again.
Let it sit on low heat for 6 hours, stirring regularly.
Season to taste - but I used a few pinches of pepper only.

Feeds about 4, but since it's a pretty light soup it's not a meal in itself and would more likely serve 2 with kids. I also chose to sprinkle a little extra cheese on top of mine, but my friend did not. I am a cheese fanatic!

Hope you all enjoy my experiment!

{p.s. I have two great things going on today. ONE. I have another interview to be a receptionist at a law firm. TWO. I am meeting the lovely Kaylee at Small Wonders and her beautiful little girl L. We are going to walk around my great neighborhood and get lunch. I will update you on these things later.}

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Another Award

I received this award from Staci at Rambling Military Wife. Thank you, Staci.
The rules are that I tell you all the things I {heart} and then pass it along to others.

I {heart} my crazy, magic, sometimes almost tragic, awful, beautiful life. (Yes, I stole this from a country song.) Or to put it another way (using another lovely country song), life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride!

I really, really {heart} country music. (Can you tell? ha ha) It's a story, it's real and there is always a song that happens to be EXACTLY how I feel right now. Country music says things in ways I never thought I could.

I {heart} this beautiful summer Minnesota is having. We've had a few rainy weeks (which is good for the farmers) but mostly gorgeous, sunny, warm days.

Finally. I {heart} Al's way of making me totally hacked and turned on all at the same time. I'll never understand how I can be so frustrated and want to kiss him all at once. He's special like that.

And now to pass the award on to some blogs I {heart}:
Ashley at Ashley Amazing
Jordan Streetman at Southern Hospitality

When it came to a close last night, I did not win Navy Doll's reader's choice award for best Book-Worthy Blog! That's OK. I am so ecstatic that I was even nominated. It really makes this blogging thing so worthwhile to have such an amazing group of readers who think I'm swell. (Swell...hmmm...not the best word choice, but it's staying.)

On another quick note. I've got something brewing next week that I hope you'll find interesting. I am thinking of a handful of posts about the life lessons I've learned so far in my life. Some of them will be extremely raw, sad, exciting, etc...
Hopefully, you guys will stick with me on the journey because they are some things I've never put down in words and I am looking forward to it!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Turning the Page

I want to start off by thanking ya'll for your continued support and readership! I really appreciate all your kind words and constant reminders of how great life really is.

You clearly deduced that Al and I have had a rocky month. Not rocky in the sense of losing faith in our relationship or love for each other. THAT's not going to happen. Just a rough time, 8 months in to the deployment, with the end on the horizon. We're both exhausted. After ANOTHER silly fight over that care package I sent him, I called time-out.

I told him I wanted to stop, take a deep breath and check in with each other. All couples go through rough days, weeks or months. The great couples check in and sort stuff out. And the strong, lifelong couples turn the page and move on.

So we did. No sense hashing over the same thing (He has a bad attitude because, well, his job sucks and he's surrounded by men who don't talk about things; I am crabby because I'm not busy enough to keep my head occupied and I tired of this deployment.) Instead, we decided move on. Rather then continue to get upset with each other over things that are really out of our control right now, we would get back to basics.

And here are the basics:
I love him, more then words. I can't be near him right now and that sucks. We are both on edge because of it. When you get past that inevitable fact, it's so worth every gosh darn agonizing second. I would do it again and again. I won't always smile and I can't say I won't bitch and complain, but I'll do it. Why? Because I love him and I want to spend my life with him.

When you look at it that way, who cares if some days are little rough. At the end, he's coming home to me. So, we're turning the page, nearing the end of this chapter and ready for the next.
Bring it on!

Why Me? Wednesday

Rambling Military Wife

Why did it take until my last day cat-sitting for the cats to decide to puke and poop in two different areas of the house? Why did it have to happen at 6 AM?

Why did I have to stop in the middle of mowing the lawn due to rain, only to have it rain sporadically throughout the afternoon preventing me from finishing? Why does the yard look silly because 1/4 of it is un-mowed?

Why do I expect my cool care package ideas to get big reactions when they usually get an un-enthused "thank you" and a barely-smile? Why do I continue to get my feelings hurt when it's my fault for thinking this one is cooler then the last so he'll HAVE to like it? Why was his favorite part the pack of cigarettes (his favorite brand which he can't get over there) that we agreed was to be his LAST pack ever? Why do I even send care packages?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Baby Sister's Birthday

Ginger and I - 5 years ago at Mom's wedding
My sister (aka Ginger) turned 21 yesterday! Yikes!
Truth is, as with most college girls, she's not entirely unfamiliar with the bar scene or drinking. Nevertheless, it's still special when it's official AND legal.
It also happened to be her golden birthday.

So, early afternoon, I drove down to my alma mater (where she attends school now) to spend the night with her. I wanted to make sure she was safe, had a ride home AND of course, had fun! A couple friends of mine came with to enjoy the celebration (specifically my BFF, Linus who's been waiting for this day since the first time Ginger visited us at college when she was 14.)
Her first year on the cheer team
At an away game, showing her spirit. I love this because it sums her (with her stellar sense of humor and silly attitude) perfectly!
Ginger is a cheerleader for the hockey team. The school plays D1 (the highest level of college sports) hockey and happens to be pretty darn good, so she gets a lot of local "fame." She made captain this year! Most of her cheer girls came out, a few friends of mine and a handful of other people.
Photo from last night
She works at a local sports bar, so that was the inevitable place to start. Turns out, by the time we left there and made it back to her apartment, she was ready for water for the rest of the evening. She drank for a good 12 hours - making sure to eat plenty and space it out with water. She's a total trooper and I am so proud of how responsible she was with the whole thing.
One of the many times she dyed her hair - she's finally old enough to appreciate being a red-head, although she looks beautiful no matter what!
She's beautiful, as you can see. She's sweet and fun. She has the most amazing sense of humor and can lock onto a room in seconds. She's compelling and charming. Did I mention that she's Pre-Med? And she's my best friend.

Checking In

I'm back from the overnight festivities of my baby sister's 21st birthday. It was the perfect amount of fun, libations and responsibility. She's safe, happy, and reveling the enjoyment of a night well-spent. I will regale you with the story tonight.

In the meantime, I am checking in quickly to read-up on the blogs I missed in the last 24 hours. I've gotta say, since I took the data plan off my Blackberry (as part of the money-saving plan) and I no longer have access to my email, Facebook or blog unless I'm home in front of my laptop, my life seems a little empty. I can't wait until Al gets home and we get our new phones and I regain my access to the world. But I digress...

First, I want to direct you to Navy Doll's blog. I was nominated (YAY!) for Book-Worthy Blog in her reader's choice contest. Please go vote for me. There are some cool prizes, which I would be totally stoked to win. Even more then that, I am so incredibly honored to even be nominated - and therefore completely grateful that my blog readers think I'm that interesting to read! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Second, I received this award from K at Beautiful Mess. The rules are to tell 10 things about yourself and pass the award on to other bloggers. I'm going to challenge myself to do "quick facts" of one sentence each for all of them. So here goes...

1. I dyed my hair once and will never artificially alter my hair again.
2. I am totally thrilled that I get to renew my passport next year.
3. I want a dog really, really bad.
4. I wish the Lifetime by my house had a pool.
5. I wear size 9.5 shoe and a size 8 ring.
6. My favorite flower is the yellow tulip.
7. Both Al and my sister told me I look slimmer, however I've lost no weight.
8. I have a smallish, purple-red mark on my arm that doesn't hurt or itch and I don't know what it's from.
9. My apartment hallway doesn't smell like weed today.
10. I am having a good hair day despite not touching it since last night.

I pass this award on to the following blogs:
(I'm not really sure what the award is "for" so there are no real stipulations other then I like you and want you to have it! And I tried to pick people I haven't picked before.)
Reina at Semper Gumby
Ashley at Ashley Amazing

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Prom of the Army

Have any of you enlisted wives been to the Army Ball?

Al informed me of a mandatory ball coming up post-deployment. He of course doesn't want to go. I of course, do. This spurred a lengthy "conversation" about what it is.
He seems to think I don't know what it is and if I did I wouldn't want to be a part of it.

When I was 20, I flew out to 29 Palms to see my friend (current roomie) who was a Marine. We drove out to Vegas for the Marine's Ball. I had an absolute blast dressing up, eating dinner and then walking the strip afterwards. It was all expenses paid and was a lovely event.

This, and the few details in books and other sources is what I base my opinion on.
Let me be more clear, though. The REAL reason I want to be a part of it is because I feel like I am missing out on all the military experiences. I chose to live in a state with no military installation and therefore no military support system. I chose to be long-distance through this deployment and most of our relationship.

Involving myself in the ball and other military ceremonies and events is the way I contribute. It's the way I stay involved. And frankly, it's fun. To me, it serves as a way to enjoy what we just endured together - Sort of like a "thank you" party. Kick back, drink and have a little fun to end such a difficult adventure.

Al is NOT Mr. Military in ANY way. He's very behind-the-scenes about his job and would rather slit his eyes then be involved in these events. I realize how little he wants to be a part of it, but I am equally adamant about why I WANT to be a part of it.

So, I put this out there, to my fellow (particularly Army) milSO's:
Have you been to the Ball?
What did you think of it?
How does your husband feel about them?
Any other details I should know or advice you have?