“Thank You”

Two little words. Yet they mean SO much (when used correctly).

I’m in a business that doesn’t let me hear that often. I work solely to make my supervisors look good. They take credit for my work, make it their own, under the guise of making our Commanding Officer look great. I rarely hear “thank you” because I’m told ” you don’t get thanked for doing your job”. Well no, but crap I do on the regular – not my job. I’m a “jack of all trades, master of none”. People think they know how to do my job better than me and then, when they flub it up, it’s my job to fix it. And I may or may not be scolded for allowing them to screw up.

Such is life when you’re in the military.

Except.

There’s a new blogger in town, frtzkrn, and he got me thinking about the fact that we, as military members, get a lot of “thank you”s when we’re out and about. As a matter of fact, I was at Pizza Hut (don’t judge me) the other night and an older gentleman stopped me and said “thank you for your service to our country”. That made my night.

I’ve had run ins with people who don’t feel like that. In Wal-Mart (again, don’t judge me) one afternoon, Beanie and I had to stop and pick up dog food, I had a “gentleman” tell me that I was wasting my time being in the military, that I’d only get screwed in the end, and that if I was smart, I’d get out while I was still young. To be honest, Beanie was the only thing stopping me from handling this guy in the manner I saw fit. Instead, I simply told Beanie (loud enough that this man could hear) that not everyone was grateful for that everything they’ve been given and that, when you throw your life away, you become bitter at others for no reason. He, rightfully so, got irritated and stalked off. I was applauded.

But I didn’t do it to make a fool of him. I didn’t say these things simply because he lacked proper dental care (and teeth). Or that he was wearing pajama pants (at 3:45 in the afternoon) that could only be acquired after purchasing enough cases of Budweiser and earning a signature pair of their logo’ed pants. Or that he didn’t realize he had already heckled myself, E, and Beanie on a different sunday because we were wearing Ravens jerseys (while he was sporting the exact same pants). I did it to teach a life lesson to Beanie. People want to cut you down for the things you do because they’re jealous. Whether it be they’re jealous of the attention or they’re jealous of what you have, they want you to fail because it would make them feel better about themselves.

What did this man have to prove by telling me that I was wasting my time in the military? Did he think I’d immediately quit my job? Does he know I can’t do that? Sure, the military is the last legal form of slavery (it is, for real. Read our contracts). But it’s not a bad gig. The deployments suck. Being away from your family sucks. Missing milestones suck. But you’re a part of a family that will rarely let you down. We just recently had two guys whose wives gave birth. We got two new little Coasties into our family. They were welcomed with open arms. We showered them with gifts. That’s what family does. We celebrate with one another. When someone loses a family member, we send flowers and someone, anyone, will show up to show support. That’s what we do. Nowhere will you make friends that will continue the friendship 8 years down the road, after 3 different duty stations, while you’re each on a different side of the country.

E took me out for Veteran’s Day and we were approached by our waitress who told us how awesome we were for Beanie’s behavior. Normally, when you see a small human being seated near you, you roll your eyes (I do it and I have a kid so don’t act like you don’t). You don’t want to have to shout to your dining partner because some parent wants to allow their child’s self-expression to continue at an extreme decibel or you have to get your food to go because some kid is all up in your face because their parent wants to ignore them for a meal. (We’ve encountered this pre-Beanie). Beanie sat in her chair, watching Mickey Mouse on the iPad and only asked for milk and bites of her dinner. Because we work hard not to raise an asshole.

We were thanked for that.

Hearing the words “Thank You” is probably the most selfless thing a person can do. Making someone feel appreciated is one of the greatest gifts you can give.

NaBloPoMo – I Lost

So I kind of fell out of the whole “read a blog post every single day for the entire month of Nov”. It’s not for lack of trying, it’s just that life has gotten busier and I’ve been having a bit of writers block.

The holiday season is upon us. The parentals and the ILs will be ascending to our home on wednesday and the holiday festivities will begin.

Friday marked the official start.

Start of the Lobster Trap Tree

Start of the Lobster Trap Tree

Tree topper is in place

Tree topper is in place

The lighting will take place on Friday, after thanksgiving. That’s also when the CG brings Santa to do, via boat, and we have the boat parade of lights. It’s a shame we won’t make it home for Christmas, again this year, but last year, it was sort of nice to be able to have the holiday with just our little family.

Here’s hoping I remember to keep posting something 🙂

NaBloPoMo – Nov 15th

Day 15: If you could quit one bad habit instantly without difficulty, which would it be?

Oh. Ma. Gawd.

The Hair Twirling.

I’m a hair twirler and I seriously need meetings to stop this shit. I will find a chunk of hair and I will run my fingers down it over and over and over and over. It’s almost like a nervous twitch. If I wear my hair down, you can guarantee that I will have one chunk of greasy hair by the end of the day. I’ve had people threaten to cut it off if I didn’t stop.

Now, my p0or daughter. She’s inherited this from me. When she gets stressed or overwhelmed or tired, she will suck on one thumb and play with her hair with the other. She will twirl it around or simply “tease” it (pick it up and drop it, thus creating a rats nest).

This is what I saw upon the small human waking this morning

This is what I saw upon the small human waking this morning

It drives me batty because, to wrastle it in the mornings, it creates WW 15 or 16, I can’t remember which one we’re on. It’s awesome if she were to leave it alone and be cute but, well, she’s two. She also has a perpetual Snooki bump.

I can't tame it unless I weigh it down

I can’t tame it unless I weigh it down

She has fairly longer hair, for a 2 yr old but it’s curly. I’m talking Shirley friggin Temple curly. She will never have to do her hair for a dance or fancy occassion if we can teach her to leave her hands out of it.

The Curls

The Curls

So far that’s my OCD and my hair issues that she’s inherited. How much worse is this going to get? That chapter is unwritten.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 14th

Day 14: Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I missed a day. Don’t tell on me.

Based on my last post, I think it’s safe to say I’m a morning person. I wake up no later 6:30 every morning. I physically cannot sleep any later. I don’t mind it, it gives me time to relax before I start my day.

On the same token, I rarely stay up past 10pm. Ever. If it’s a work night, I’m usually in bed by 9. Seriously. My parents have called before, at 9:20pm, and I’ve slept through the ringing phone. Or if I do answer, my dad is all “sorry to call so late”. I’m an old woman, I won’t apologize for my life. I’ve always been like this, though. I need sleep.

It kind of worked out that my kid’s sleeping adjusted early on. I got lucky and she started STTN around 7w old. She would get up around 5p and go to bed around 10p. That worked for me. I could hand her off to E around 9, go to sleep, and see her in the AM. We became much better friends when she started that.

Now that it’s friday, it’s technically not a work night, I might live dangerously. I might actually stay up until 10. I don’t know though. WWE Smackdown comes on at 8, Modern Family is on, my DVR has some stuff on it that I need to catch up on. I might just go to bed early and wake up to a wonderfully full DVR. Seriously, I DVR shows that come on at 8, “just in case”.

I’m not ashamed of my Old Person Status.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to prep for my afternoon nap.

Girls Rule

For all you people who think boys are the ultimate prize in the baby race, you’ve never gotten to have this kind of fun:

Tutu

That’s right. Girls are awesome and this little lady is the awesomest of them all ♥ As you can tell, Beanie has started flexing her independence and wanting to dress herself, which is fine except people are beginning to wonder if Ace Ventura is her father. Hey, I couldn’t care less if this is how she wants to run around, as long as she eats her veggies and still gives us hugs before she goes to bed every night ☺

Happy Friday, y’all!

rachelkern152

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