The Beginning

Well, since we only have roughly 1 year before we go on terminal leave, I thought I would start a blog on the daily life of an Army Wife. Not just any army wife though. I am special. Why? Because I don't fit the "good" army wife mold: I know what I am talking about, I will get up in peoples faces (only when justified - though it is justified more often than you might think), and I don't look like the barbie doll image so many military wives try to maintain. I realize how conceited this sounds, but bear with me. I am actually not conceited at all. I do have a general disdain for humanity (I think Tommy Lee Jones said it best "An individual is smart; people as a mass are stupid, panicky animals." {Quick - name the movie}), but I don't hate everybody. Just stupid people. I am a bit of a sociopath that way. No, I do not believe that everyone who disagrees with me is stupid. I have learned allot from listening to people who disagree with me. But I think most people are sheep and that irritates me to no end. People need to learn to think for themselves. So this blog is not only a "diary" of sorts about our last year in the army. It is also to document the results of an experiment I am conducting. An explanation of the term "antimatter" will help. Now, I don't know if this is an actual scientific theory or some random star trek reference, but the idea is that for all matter there is anti-matter, and if matter comes into contact with the anti-matter, it explodes. So for the next year, I am going to attempt to make as many army wives explode as I can. I will also try to see how many high ranking people I can make explode (although none who have direct influence over the hubby - I am bored, not stupid). During slow weeks I will probably post stories about people I have made to explode in the past.

A few ground rules:
1. I will not be putting my name, my kid's names, or my husbands name, unit, troop movements, deployment schedules, etc., in this blog. I will not even be putting in here which post I live on. It will be referred to as "post". Do not email me or comment to this blog with requests for such info. If you are reading this and you know the answer to any of the above, then you are one of the chosen few. If you don't, then you are not nor will you be. Sorry, but I will not risk the safety of anyone in this blog. If you know what the term "OP SEC" means this makes more sense. "OP SEC" is the military term meaning "operational security". For the purposes of this blog, that is a blanket term for the security of my family, my husbands unit, and so forth. Some people may think I am a bit anal about it. Tough.

2. Please do not comment with hate speech about the military, this war, goths, or anything else you may feel like bitching about. If you have a rant that pertains to this blog, feel free to post it. But please understand, regardless of how you feel about this war, our soldiers are here obeying orders. Yes, there are some "bad eggs" among our troops, and the media LOVES to blast their stories for God knows how long while the stories of the troops who really care and want to make a difference are ignored, our troops as a whole are not murderers, rapists, or baby-killers. You are entitled to your opinion and are free to express it nicely. If you are going to express a strong opinion, it would be nice also if you had evidence to back it up. But that isn't a requirement. I will just make fun of you if you don't.

Here is the "cast of characters" so to speak that you will hear about often:

myself (obviously)
my hubby, referred to as "Rozen"
my oldest daughter who is 3 and 1/2, referred to as "little bit"
my second daughter, who is 20 mo, referred to as "bear-bear"
my son, who is 3 mo, referred to as "little man" or "the little dude"

Before anyone asks - Yes, they are very close in age. No, we did not do it on purpose. Yes, we do know what causes children (it starts out an inexpensive hobby...). No, we are not having any more (I had that problem fixed. No I did not kill my husband, although the thought did cross my mind when I found out I was pregnant and my second child was only 9 mo old... {and before anyone gives me the "it takes two to tango" line, it was my husbands fault in this case. I will not go into detail here as to how it is, but trust me on this. It was totally his fault.} But I am now fixed. YAY ME!)

So, if you have enough time on your hands to read about my adventures in spouse-land, it should be an interesting year. Starting with my daughter's first day in preschool (Tuesday) because it is parent-orientation day. Lots of wives to use for my experiments : ).