So far I've used this blog to vent... mostly. So here's an update on what's been going on with us.
Gryph- (he's the most interesting)
Last Sunday he got sick, his first real illness. For 4 days his temp hovered between 102.7 and 104.2, we went to urgent care twice (once doctor didn't even notice he was a boy!), and the ER once (they were very helpful). Jon and I have had to pun Gryph down every day, twice a day for the last 4 days to give him antibiotics...we finally realized it was much easier to put it in his bottle with his formula.
He is nearly 10 months old! Is crawling like a champ, and creeping around the furniture...he's been very daring and will hold on to a chair with his finger tips and reach out with the other hand to get to a table or toy. He's even stood on his own for a few seconds!!! Which is very exciting, but also very scary. Finally he's getting the hang of walking while holding onto our hands! To brag a little more, I think we played roll the ball for the first time yesterday.
Jon- I shared that he graduated with Honors last week, now he's in a holding pattern called T-Track. He's waiting to "class-up" and for his security clearance to come through. Hopefully they happen at the same time. Jon's made a really close friend Scass, who we have adopted into our family. Gryphon loves him to pieces, he cried the last time he saw Scass leave!
Me- nothing really changes with me. I love being at home, but am looking to explore our area and find new things for Gryph and I to do. I've made one really amazing friend, and a few other good friends. If it weren't for these people I'm pretty sure I would be insanely home sick. I'm growing into my role as a Navy Wife, a relatively smooth transition from Navy Kid. I've had several "Navy Wife" experiences, things I remember my mom and her friends talking about. Late night calls, running friends to the clinic with a sick kid, play groups, late nights laughing and enjoying a glass or two of wine, last minute baby sitting, etc. It may not seem like much to you, but it fills my heart!
The best news I have right now is that Gryphon and I will be able to celebrate his birthday in San Diego. We're going to be home May 19-27!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Pick a lane!!
I need to vent!
Everyone says that California and New York drivers are the worst... obviously they've never driven in South Carolina.
Every time I go out and drive off base I see at least one person driving half in their lane and half in my lane. EVERY TIME! Ok so, some times they're riding the hash marks, but more often than not their wheels are fully in a second lane.
How oblivious, or drunk, or dumb do you have to be to not realize or care where your car is on the road?!
Arrrrrrrrgh!
Everyone says that California and New York drivers are the worst... obviously they've never driven in South Carolina.
Every time I go out and drive off base I see at least one person driving half in their lane and half in my lane. EVERY TIME! Ok so, some times they're riding the hash marks, but more often than not their wheels are fully in a second lane.
How oblivious, or drunk, or dumb do you have to be to not realize or care where your car is on the road?!
Arrrrrrrrgh!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
So proud!
Jon has been in A school, the first part of his schooling to become a Nuclear Electronics Technicion for the Navy, for the past 6 months. The hours have been long, the program intense, and the information fast paced and very challenging. Yesterday (2/9/09) Jon took his final Comprehensive test, or "Comp" for A school. He PASSED with HONORS! That means his score was 3.6 or higher (his was higher!)
I am just bursting with pride! He worked his butt off, and had obligations outside of school that none of this classmates had (have). He was the only married guy in the class until Christmas break and he is the only father! He managed to balance his insane work load and his family life!
I'm so proud.
Just thought I'd share!
I am just bursting with pride! He worked his butt off, and had obligations outside of school that none of this classmates had (have). He was the only married guy in the class until Christmas break and he is the only father! He managed to balance his insane work load and his family life!
I'm so proud.
Just thought I'd share!
Monday, January 19, 2009
I had to get this out, and off my chest.
I don't even know how to begin this posting. In the last couple of months I have this desperation to seek out God. I've been a Christ follower for almost 2 years, many people wouldn't know that. I've always felt uncomfortable talking about God and religion. I had (and to some extent still do have) some problems with "church". It's taken me a long time to figure out that God and church are two different things. I also had problems with Christians, or anyone that was religious. The main problem I had was that I thought God's main message was to love your neighbor.
I should start this by saying that growing up we didn't go to church. I did go to church with friends. I went to lots of different churches, I even went to Catholic school for 4 yrs. What I heard at most of the churches was basically "If you don't believe our version of the Bible or don't believe at all, then you're a bad person and you're going to hell." I would think to myself, "Wow, God's mean, angry, and doesn't like people." But I remembered from my Catholic school days that God is love, and we're supposed to love our neighbors. I was so confused.
It was the same with individuals that called themselves believers.
I couldn't see myself being like them, and hating people that were different from me. I'm a pretty accepting person, or I try to be. I've been told many times that I'm too politically correct. (hmm, sorry but I will never, ever be ok with the word Retard being used as a stand in for Stupid, Dumb, etc)
When Jon and I began dating he told me he was a Christian. I told him I didn't know what I believed or if I believed in anything. We had several conversations, though he wasn't going to push his beliefs on me. (Good thing too, it never would have worked) I remember very clearly Jon telling me I could believe whatever I wanted, but that he would be really sad not to see me in Heaven. (ouch)
After he said that I agreed to go to his church, to try it on, again. I felt so out of place; there was music (really good music), people were singing, and raising their hands up, and clapping to the music. I was doing none of those things, and felt like everyone was looking at me because I wasn't doing the same things as they were. I felt like a hypocrite. I didn't belong there.
When we started out pre-marital counseling it was even worse. The guy who interviewed us, I don't know if it was to see if we were "good marriage candidates" or what. When he found out that I wasn't a Christ follower laid a huge guilt trip on me, basically told me I was going to hell because I didn't believe, and the topper, "You might as well believe, because what's is going to hurt?" Really? "what's it going to hurt?" I almost closed myself off right then and there.
Then we met Susie and Andy, our councilors. An amazing married couple who welcomed me, asked me questions and answered questions I had to the best of their ability. They sat with us on Sundays, and introduced us to people. They became our friends.
Then there was Ed, Pastor Ed. I've never heard anyone preach the way he does. I never understood the Bible, or Christianity. But his messages made sense, they spoke to current themes, to real life, they didn't lecture me about what I could or couldn't do, or who is "good" and who is "bad". And he is smart, going from translations to original language, giving context and history. Explaining how life was when the different passages were written. And best of all, he showed that God is the One to judge, not us. Our job is to love our neighbors, and to become better, more knowledgeable, to commit to God.
I saw where God was working in my life. I tried praying, and my prayers were answered. I began to see how Blessed my life was/is. Just before Jon and I got married I decided to ask God to come into my life. It was such a powerful day, and I'm still convinced that the prayer Ed said was directed at me. He even said, "I knew it." When I raised my hand so he could pray for me and my decision.
So why am I writing all of this in a blog?
In the last few months I've felt this urge to get back to church. At first it was a gentle nagging, it only happened every once in a while. Lately, in the past 3 weeks it's been a desperate push. Before we moved to Charleston I looked into churches but nothing seemed like it was near what we were used to. I found a church that was a "come as you are" church and listened to a pod-cast...the pastor has a thick South Carolina accent, and unfortunately southern accents have a tendency to make the speaker sound less intelligent than they are. (I know it's a totally horrible thing to think and say... but....) With this new desperation to get back to church, and to continue my journey as a Christ follower,I began the search anew. Last week Jon and I found a church that seems to be a good fit. I'm glad we've found a new church, but it still doesn't seem to be enough to quiet this urge. So I've decided to talk about my beliefs, to tell people that I believe in God and that Jesus died on the cross for us.
I should start this by saying that growing up we didn't go to church. I did go to church with friends. I went to lots of different churches, I even went to Catholic school for 4 yrs. What I heard at most of the churches was basically "If you don't believe our version of the Bible or don't believe at all, then you're a bad person and you're going to hell." I would think to myself, "Wow, God's mean, angry, and doesn't like people." But I remembered from my Catholic school days that God is love, and we're supposed to love our neighbors. I was so confused.
It was the same with individuals that called themselves believers.
I couldn't see myself being like them, and hating people that were different from me. I'm a pretty accepting person, or I try to be. I've been told many times that I'm too politically correct. (hmm, sorry but I will never, ever be ok with the word Retard being used as a stand in for Stupid, Dumb, etc)
When Jon and I began dating he told me he was a Christian. I told him I didn't know what I believed or if I believed in anything. We had several conversations, though he wasn't going to push his beliefs on me. (Good thing too, it never would have worked) I remember very clearly Jon telling me I could believe whatever I wanted, but that he would be really sad not to see me in Heaven. (ouch)
After he said that I agreed to go to his church, to try it on, again. I felt so out of place; there was music (really good music), people were singing, and raising their hands up, and clapping to the music. I was doing none of those things, and felt like everyone was looking at me because I wasn't doing the same things as they were. I felt like a hypocrite. I didn't belong there.
When we started out pre-marital counseling it was even worse. The guy who interviewed us, I don't know if it was to see if we were "good marriage candidates" or what. When he found out that I wasn't a Christ follower laid a huge guilt trip on me, basically told me I was going to hell because I didn't believe, and the topper, "You might as well believe, because what's is going to hurt?" Really? "what's it going to hurt?" I almost closed myself off right then and there.
Then we met Susie and Andy, our councilors. An amazing married couple who welcomed me, asked me questions and answered questions I had to the best of their ability. They sat with us on Sundays, and introduced us to people. They became our friends.
Then there was Ed, Pastor Ed. I've never heard anyone preach the way he does. I never understood the Bible, or Christianity. But his messages made sense, they spoke to current themes, to real life, they didn't lecture me about what I could or couldn't do, or who is "good" and who is "bad". And he is smart, going from translations to original language, giving context and history. Explaining how life was when the different passages were written. And best of all, he showed that God is the One to judge, not us. Our job is to love our neighbors, and to become better, more knowledgeable, to commit to God.
I saw where God was working in my life. I tried praying, and my prayers were answered. I began to see how Blessed my life was/is. Just before Jon and I got married I decided to ask God to come into my life. It was such a powerful day, and I'm still convinced that the prayer Ed said was directed at me. He even said, "I knew it." When I raised my hand so he could pray for me and my decision.
So why am I writing all of this in a blog?
In the last few months I've felt this urge to get back to church. At first it was a gentle nagging, it only happened every once in a while. Lately, in the past 3 weeks it's been a desperate push. Before we moved to Charleston I looked into churches but nothing seemed like it was near what we were used to. I found a church that was a "come as you are" church and listened to a pod-cast...the pastor has a thick South Carolina accent, and unfortunately southern accents have a tendency to make the speaker sound less intelligent than they are. (I know it's a totally horrible thing to think and say... but....) With this new desperation to get back to church, and to continue my journey as a Christ follower,I began the search anew. Last week Jon and I found a church that seems to be a good fit. I'm glad we've found a new church, but it still doesn't seem to be enough to quiet this urge. So I've decided to talk about my beliefs, to tell people that I believe in God and that Jesus died on the cross for us.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Something you should try
Guiness and Edy's (or Breyer's) Slow Churned Vanilla Bean ice cream. There's something about the sweet of the Vanilla Bean mixed with the bite of the Guiness.
Now I'm not saying make a float; take a bite, swallow, then take a sip....it's sooo good.
Now I'm not saying make a float; take a bite, swallow, then take a sip....it's sooo good.
UGH! Why can't people spell
Okay so I'm not the best speller. I will admit that. But oh my gosh, I can spell the simple words.
I'm on a mommy website, Cafemom.com. People are constantly asking for advise and telling us that sense things are happening one way, etc. It's really, really getting on my nerves. I'm not sure if I should go into every group I'm in and post the correct spelling/meaning. I probably won't, but I'm soooo tempted every time I see people making these mistakes.
There was one post that had so many things wrong, punctuation, spelling, missing words.... I was thinking the worst thoughts about how uneducated the person was. I had to remind myself that not everyone has had the life that I have, that has been fortunate enough to go to amazing schools, with wonderful teachers in a safe city. I'm so glad that I was blessed with parents that loved and provided for me, and took an interest in my life.
Back to my frustrations. I think everyone should read the book: Eats shoots and leaves. If you haven't heard of it, it's a book by a teacher, or a group of teachers. They take examples of student work and show how, without the proper punctuation, groups of words can have completely different meanings. For example, the title of the book was taken from a report on Pandas! The panda eats, shoots, and leaves. But they should have left out the commas. It's so funny to me, but possibly because I'm a teacher? I dunno.
I'm on a mommy website, Cafemom.com. People are constantly asking for advise and telling us that sense things are happening one way, etc. It's really, really getting on my nerves. I'm not sure if I should go into every group I'm in and post the correct spelling/meaning. I probably won't, but I'm soooo tempted every time I see people making these mistakes.
There was one post that had so many things wrong, punctuation, spelling, missing words.... I was thinking the worst thoughts about how uneducated the person was. I had to remind myself that not everyone has had the life that I have, that has been fortunate enough to go to amazing schools, with wonderful teachers in a safe city. I'm so glad that I was blessed with parents that loved and provided for me, and took an interest in my life.
Back to my frustrations. I think everyone should read the book: Eats shoots and leaves. If you haven't heard of it, it's a book by a teacher, or a group of teachers. They take examples of student work and show how, without the proper punctuation, groups of words can have completely different meanings. For example, the title of the book was taken from a report on Pandas! The panda eats, shoots, and leaves. But they should have left out the commas. It's so funny to me, but possibly because I'm a teacher? I dunno.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Why I love SC and the Navy life!
Why I love South Carolina, ok well mostly just Charleston.
Number 1-
Number 2- The archetecture. Downtown Charleston is the most amazing place I've ever seen. The iron work for the gates and window guards alone are breath taking, add to that the HUGE mansions, and old, old, old buildings. I have "My favorite roof, park, and windows". We go see them every time we're Downtown.
Number 3- The History! Everywhere you turn there's a historic building turned something else. An old slave auction building turned into an open air market, fire station turned into restaurants, etc. We've only been to one plantation... but they're also EVERYWHERE!
Number 4- The weather! Talk about variety. It was 80 degrees with 90% humidity when we got here. It rained every few days, and if we were lucky we got a thunder and lightning storm.(we had quite a few, I LOVED IT!) We've had both hurricane and tornado warnings, flooding, rediculous wind storms, earthquakes (if you can believe that), crazy heat, below freezing days and nights. It's wonderful! I love being able to see and feel the seasons change.
Why I love the Navy life.
Number 1- My new friends. They have helped me through tough times and have shared in some wonderful moments. They have made life more fun, comfortable, and easy. I love them and enjoy every second I have with them. I've also been able to reciprocate for them as well. I'm so glad we can be there for eachother. Like my mom was for her Navy wife friends.
Number 2- Jon's pride in himself, and his job. It's amazing to see him grow because of his new job. He's amazing. I'm so proud of him.
Number 3- Job security. (do I have to say more)
Number 4- I love the Navy trash! You see when Navy people move they throw away perfectly good stuff; you see sometimes you're only allowed a certain weight, or you're moving overseas and you can't take your furnature with you, or your kids have out grown toys and you haven't had time to sell their old toys. Today I got the most amazing chair, and it looks nearly brand new! We've also gotten Gryph a few toys from these curbside treasures!
Number 5- The chance to live where we never would otherwise. We're thinking or going to Guam or Hawaii for our next duty station. And after that possibly (I pray for this) Japan!
Number 1-
Number 2- The archetecture. Downtown Charleston is the most amazing place I've ever seen. The iron work for the gates and window guards alone are breath taking, add to that the HUGE mansions, and old, old, old buildings. I have "My favorite roof, park, and windows". We go see them every time we're Downtown.
Number 3- The History! Everywhere you turn there's a historic building turned something else. An old slave auction building turned into an open air market, fire station turned into restaurants, etc. We've only been to one plantation... but they're also EVERYWHERE!
Number 4- The weather! Talk about variety. It was 80 degrees with 90% humidity when we got here. It rained every few days, and if we were lucky we got a thunder and lightning storm.(we had quite a few, I LOVED IT!) We've had both hurricane and tornado warnings, flooding, rediculous wind storms, earthquakes (if you can believe that), crazy heat, below freezing days and nights. It's wonderful! I love being able to see and feel the seasons change.
Why I love the Navy life.
Number 1- My new friends. They have helped me through tough times and have shared in some wonderful moments. They have made life more fun, comfortable, and easy. I love them and enjoy every second I have with them. I've also been able to reciprocate for them as well. I'm so glad we can be there for eachother. Like my mom was for her Navy wife friends.
Number 2- Jon's pride in himself, and his job. It's amazing to see him grow because of his new job. He's amazing. I'm so proud of him.
Number 3- Job security. (do I have to say more)
Number 4- I love the Navy trash! You see when Navy people move they throw away perfectly good stuff; you see sometimes you're only allowed a certain weight, or you're moving overseas and you can't take your furnature with you, or your kids have out grown toys and you haven't had time to sell their old toys. Today I got the most amazing chair, and it looks nearly brand new! We've also gotten Gryph a few toys from these curbside treasures!
Number 5- The chance to live where we never would otherwise. We're thinking or going to Guam or Hawaii for our next duty station. And after that possibly (I pray for this) Japan!
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