Musings of A Military Wife (& Mama Moments)

Before moving to Las Vegas, I lived on a dirt road, nestled against a desert “mountain.” Our next door neighbors were my grandparents, and my first job was cleaning the house/corrals right across the street. Down some stone steps, a fig, guava, and a couple peach trees repose, and lining the two long concrete driveways are pine trees planted years before by my grandparents. If you climb up on the garage roof, you can soak up some sun or take in the night sky when it's dark. Some nights the stars are incredibly vibrant and piercing: in fact, this is where my boyfriend (now husband) decided to propose to me. Chickens, kittens, two little dogs, and my huge family and I (and whoever else was around) all resided in this sweet childhood house. And then I got married. And I moved to Las Vegas. And now I live above, around, amidst, and altogether WITH many strangers in this apartment complex. Yeah, it’s just my husband and I living in our apartment (insert many heart eyes), b...

Becoming an Air Force wife at twenty during a pandemic with an (early) emergency wedding and then moving to a different state two days later ... I’ve definitely learned a lot in the last few months. These are my confessions, not all about being a wife, and not all about being a military wife, but all admissions of this period of time. I don’t necessarily love failing (at all, just like you), but Confession #1: I love to entertain people with my various faux pas, so grab some ice cream while I cry over spilled milk.    Confession #2: I may or may not (heavy on the affirmative) chosen to slightly  break the rules on base that  mandate no public displays of affection while airmen are in uniform. Okay, but I promise no one saw. And I barely held like two fingers, so calm down.   Confession #3: I have succumbed to the stereotypical badge of pandemic-hood in that  I started my very own sourdough starter !! I have great ambitions for my sourdough baking skills; ho...

  *disclaimer: this post is a purely humorous look at a sober situation during a rather serious time of history. This is not political. This is not meant to offend. This should make you smile. The end.*     This eerie, hazy, chaotic twilight zone we are living in has become almost normal. But this is not normal.  I think we all know that, but what is not so easily spotted is the humor in all of this. Because there’s quite a bit of material here.  My husband and I have spotted some rather unconventional behavior. Without further ado, here are some examples.   We were in an opulent community the other day enjoying some ice cream, when a couple began their important decision-making process to find their OTP ice cream. (Is that a thing? Okay it is now.) Masks intact, the woman suddenly remembered to ask a very important question: “may I take my mask off to try the ice cream?” No honey, suck that icecream right through the mask.   Clearly being trapped indo...