I have to say, I think waiting is the worst part of military life. Granted, I haven't been through a deployment in close to 20 years, but still. Waiting kills me. We got some news today and I'm highly confused and just really wanna know what's going on, but he himself doesn't know all the details yet. I'm one of those people who wants to find things out far in advance so I can plan things out, and not knowing things drives me insane. And also knowing that things may change at the drop of a hat, or things may not even happen at all also drives me crazy. Why tell people things if you don't know for sure? It just seems like unnecessary stress to me. But I guess that's the life we signed up for....
But that's not even the worst part. The worst part is worrying and stressing over something, and not even knowing when or if it's going to happen. I hate that the most. But I guess it could be worse. Everything could always be worse.
To anyone reading this, sorry it's so vague. I just didn't feel comfortable going into details. I just needed to get this off my chest.
xo,
Bri
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
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So, I decided what I want to write this blog about. It's going to be a mix of what it's like to go through military life and also just random things that happen in my life. This post, however, is going to be a sort of vent. So here we go.
Does anyone else get annoyed when you see this: "I miss my soldier/marine/airman so much! He just left for boot camp and I miss him.". I for one know it drives me insane. They are not a soldier/marine/airman until they have graduated boot camp and EARNED that title. And frankly it bothers me so much because I feel it's a little disrespectful to the ones who have earned it. So if you're one of those girls who refers to her RECRUIT as a soldier, please don't. It's incorrect and annoying.
Ok now that I've gotten that off my chest I feel that I can move on with other topics in this post.
So......many of you may be wondering what entitles me to write about military life. Well, where do I begin. When I was born my dad was an officer in the U.S. Navy. He was gone for a good chunk of my childhood. I remember making those paper chains out of red and orange paper, and every day my younger brother and I would rip one off. I don't remember homecomings. I was too young. I also don't remember him leaving. But I do remember life being a lot different when he was gone. I do remember going to airshows as a kid. And I do remember having to pick up my life and move multiple times. I remember wondering why I was the one who had to say goodbye to my friends, why I was the one who always had to start over in a new town and a new school. And I remember getting comfortable in one place and then having to move again. And that didn't stop when my dad retired. Even after he retired it was like my parents were too restless in one place to stay there and let me get comfortable and build friendships. And I got tired of it quick. I look at people around me and sometimes I'm jealous that they have friends that have been there since preschool, and I don't have that. But my parents did the best they could with the life they had chosen for me.
And now that I'm an adult I've chosen to be with a United States Marine. Some people might ask me why I chose to be with a military man if I hated it so much. Well, the answer to that is simple. I didn't fall for him for his uniform. I fell for him for who he is. His uniform and his career are just something that he does, it doesn't define who he is or why I love him. It's just something that we both will have to deal with until he gets out. And I'm prepared to do that for him. <3
I think that's it.....
xo,
Bri
Does anyone else get annoyed when you see this: "I miss my soldier/marine/airman so much! He just left for boot camp and I miss him.". I for one know it drives me insane. They are not a soldier/marine/airman until they have graduated boot camp and EARNED that title. And frankly it bothers me so much because I feel it's a little disrespectful to the ones who have earned it. So if you're one of those girls who refers to her RECRUIT as a soldier, please don't. It's incorrect and annoying.
Ok now that I've gotten that off my chest I feel that I can move on with other topics in this post.
So......many of you may be wondering what entitles me to write about military life. Well, where do I begin. When I was born my dad was an officer in the U.S. Navy. He was gone for a good chunk of my childhood. I remember making those paper chains out of red and orange paper, and every day my younger brother and I would rip one off. I don't remember homecomings. I was too young. I also don't remember him leaving. But I do remember life being a lot different when he was gone. I do remember going to airshows as a kid. And I do remember having to pick up my life and move multiple times. I remember wondering why I was the one who had to say goodbye to my friends, why I was the one who always had to start over in a new town and a new school. And I remember getting comfortable in one place and then having to move again. And that didn't stop when my dad retired. Even after he retired it was like my parents were too restless in one place to stay there and let me get comfortable and build friendships. And I got tired of it quick. I look at people around me and sometimes I'm jealous that they have friends that have been there since preschool, and I don't have that. But my parents did the best they could with the life they had chosen for me.
And now that I'm an adult I've chosen to be with a United States Marine. Some people might ask me why I chose to be with a military man if I hated it so much. Well, the answer to that is simple. I didn't fall for him for his uniform. I fell for him for who he is. His uniform and his career are just something that he does, it doesn't define who he is or why I love him. It's just something that we both will have to deal with until he gets out. And I'm prepared to do that for him. <3
I think that's it.....
xo,
Bri
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So this is my first post on blogspot.....I suppose I should introduce myself and give a brief summary of what this blog will be about. My name is Bri and I'm 21 years old. I'm currently residing in Escondido, CA. I'm dating a united states marine and he is the best guy I could have ever asked for......except when he gets stuck on random duty and doesn't tell me :p. He's also 21 years old and is from North Carolina. He's stationed at Camp Pendleton, CA for the moment. I plan on writing this blog about either my photography, my every day life, or the ins and outs of military life. I haven't fully decided yet.
xoxo,
Bri
xoxo,
Bri
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