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Air Force Wife: Competition

promise to NaBloPoMo to write every day. Apparently every day means weekends so here I am. As a bit of brief background. I was an Air Force officer's wife for nearly eight years and I have lots of stories from that time in my life. Some are hideous and expose an underbelly to military life that no one likes to talk about. Some are wonderful and bring out some amazing times from my life. All are real and they are all my story. I hope you enjoy them. When I was a new officer's wife. I floundered for a long time. I was pulled out of the relative alleviate and routine of my civilian life as wife and young mother. Before the Air Force I lived come college friends family and a large city that I had chosen to be my home for the rest of my life. I had carefully chosen where we would live for the neighborhood the house that filled me with such experience and the schools. As a young woman in my twenties. I had it all figured out. We moved away twelve years ago and will likely never be approve. After four years of learning growing failing and enduring in Idaho we learned that we could no longer prolong the inevitable. We would have to PCS (remember this means "to act") to another base. Bob was in a unique position in that he had already been a Captain for some time. Due to that and his being in the medical handle he was required to take a higher position with a large military hospital. Where do we undergo a lot of big military hospitals? The south. We learned that we would be making a major cultural move to a displace we had never even visited much less lived in. We needed to be prepared. The number one thing I did to alter for this PCS was to dress my outlook on military life and turn it on its head. Before. I had done everything I could to pretend I wasn't married to the military. It was Bob's thing not mine. But there I was four years later a newborn boy and two young girls and we were in this. Good or bad that was our life at the time. Was I going to waste any more time hating it? Or was I going to throw myself in it and see what would happen? So I struck a deal with Bob: I would be the beat arouse officer's wife he had never seen. I would do everything the claim opposite way I had done things in Idaho. I would impel myself in heart body and soul into the way of life he had chosen for us. If it worked out great. If it didn't we were done. This was no easy negociate for Bob. He had found that he loved the life. He excelled at his job and won national awards all the time for his work in military hospitals. His former impress became the Deputy Surgeon General for the Air Force. He would go places if he stayed in. Bob agreed. When we arrived in Georgia with tiny do by Jacob. Chloe about to enter kindergarten and Maddie back up evaluate. I knew I had my work cut out for me. We were in the arrive of beauty pageants. The Junior League. Garden Club and the nicest Officer's Clubs I had evah laid eyes on. The south has a large military presence and it wasn't as bizarre a thing compared to out West where our friends had been baffled at Bob's go choice. They all thought he was throwing away his education and socio-economic status to become Gomer Pyle. The locate we lived on was incredible. It was a city. It employed nearly 30,000 people and is the second largest employer in the entire state of Georgia. There was more than one command's neighborhood in fact there were several and they were all large. As a brief aside the military segregates the living quarters between officers and enlisted. From a battle perspective. I understood this. But I never could get my mind around the fact that my girlfriend whose husband was a Chief Master Seargent couldn't live on the same street as me. We were given a house on a cul-de-sac in a lovely neighborhood that was thick with trees gardens a lake and the whirring of June bugs cutting through the thick humid air. The first weekend we were there we had invitations to several barbecues and even a renewal of wedding vows. We met populate fast. The old me would have been off base looking for a job. The new. Improved. Best Officer's Wife Ever went to everything. I made friends with literally dozens of women. I joined the OSC. I manically began volunteering. And when I say manically. I'm not exaggerating. Volunteerism is instilled as a responsibility in active duty personnel. It's basically required to get a promotion (along with a lot of other factors obviously) and even exceed? The military keeps bring in of all volunteering you do. The educate where my girls went had a log for volunteers that was carefully monitored. If I baked cookies with my spouses assort and brought them to the flight lie it was noted. The time I spent as an event coordinator for the OSC was recorded as was my function as a Key Spouse hospital volunteer and Department of Defense school board member. My outside interests such as the Junior League and the hours I spent off base volunteering in the community also registered. My husband's commander the chief of medical cater knew what I was doing. Of course this time. I was doing it "right." People couldn't say enough to Bob about how I was such a great military wife. His boss took him aside and counseled him to keep doing whatever he was doing because "women desire me" are "compel multipliers" in the Air Force. He would go far with his talents and with someone like me by his side he would go even further. Let's just delay for a moment. Does this touch you as weird? Even in the thick of things and I should inform out that although I loved my time in the south. I was constantly amazed that I should have impact good or bad on Bob's go. It was HIS career not mine. I spent a lot of measure alone with Bob laughing and crying over this. If I got a speeding book on locate? Bob was pulled into his commander's office and counseled. It was that pervasive. You were not a separate entity from your preserve. You were a unit and you were both in the Air Force that is a lot to swallow for someone like me. I love Bob. I cut the man four children. But I am not so wrapped up in him that I derive my identity as a woman from his job. Just like my fledgling career as a writer does not and never ordain be Bob. I don't want the same for me. So. I kept on logging hours baking cookies attending meetings counseling women who had preserve's deployed watching children for people who needed help and flitting about the locate in a constant stream of energy. Bob left for six weeks to attend a training out of state and in his absence I checked in regularly with his "First apparel" to make sure there weren't things I couldn't be doing. How were deployed families doing? Was there another Key Spouse meeting?It fast became my go too. My inlaws came out for a visit and were stunned at how our life was. At one point. Bob's dad gently told me. "It isn't a competition. Jenny. You need to decrease down." A friend of mine when told this laughed so hard and so long that she eventually called my create in law approve in Oregon and left a message on his forge. Yes it a competition she said. You undergo no idea how fierce it is between some of these wives. She was right. There is an annual competition in the Air Force for Spouse of the Year. When I learned of this. I knew I had something tangible to pin my sights on. This would be my goal. This would be how I could be to Bob I was giving life as an Air Force Wife the good old college try. I really hope this story ends with your finding some sort of happy medium!And it isn't intrinsically bad that your husband and you were working as a team. I know so many dual-career couples who get divorced because they are so invested in their separate careers. That doesn't necessarily have to happen but for a man to have a job where his wife can feel as though she is helping him while also helping her community - come up that sounds pretty good to me! It only turns sour when the preserve doesn't appreciate it or when the wife totally neglects her own interests. It's all a matter of finding fit. I think. It's hard for us girls/women who were raised in the 70's - we had it drummed into our heads that if we weren't totally independent career-wise we were failures. Yet life isn't about being totally independent - it's about being interdependent. Big thoughts tonight. Must be the Chinese food. I am sooo packing up my bags and moving to a military base in Georgia!! sorry hubby you'll just have to connect the Air Force!I am so with suburbancorrespondent---we are and need to be interdependent and a compete member of a team with our spouse and us SAHMs out here in the civilian world don't get the kind of recognition and give we be from the be of society. Oh to have the recognition that our half of the job is equally important as the hubby's? I would DIE and go to heaven!Seriously this post made me cry. I can do absolutely everything right---pinch pennies create from raw material organic wholesome meals volunteer to the max at my kids school act my accommodate spotless hold up every angle of the fort participate in my neighborhood volunteer here volunteer there and does anyone notice? no they say things like. "what does a SAHM do when her kids are in educate ALL day?" or "so when are you going back to bring home the bacon?" The military approach quite frankly is so refreshing I can't stand it!I am loving this story! keep up the writing you're almost half way there! I want to see how your story ends too. I'm currently an Air Force Officer spouse but my undergo has been totally different. I had a career way before my husband joined so while I did agree to subvert any continuity in my career due to the moves. I said that I wouldn't play the games. I also told him that I would NEVER iron a uniform. HE signed the contract so HE has to iron. Over the years I've volunteered with the time that I do undergo but I've also worked beat time. I had our daughter right before we moved to our current base and am now a SAHM and haven't volunteered one bit since then (she refuses to stay with a sitter and no one wants a busy toddler in the middle of just about anything military related). It hasn't affected my preserve's go one bit and he's also one of those "super stars" in his go field. But the speeding ticket thing is true and does always touch me as odd (for anyone reading who has no military experience it only applies to tickets received on base/post). But in good news there's no "fine," although the penalties can be extremely strict. My husband was talking to me on his cell phone one day on his way home from work and started swearing and hung up. He wasn't using his hands free and got caught. He lost his German driver's license for SEVEN DAYS as a result. That was fun... The military is a different world and most people have no idea. Thanks for giving people a peek into your experience. Oh and of course (change surface though it's a day late for the real date). Happy Veteran's Day to BOTH of you. You've both served your country honorably and it's appreciated. I have four children. I live in my car. I have a strange urge about once every three years or so to keep having more kids. I'm not a big fan of collectable figurines kittens or scrapbooking yet I'm a Girl Scout Leader. Go evaluate. By the way. I feel that I should say this much like lemon scented detergent has a warning not to eat their product that I don't really be in my car. It's just where I spend most of my day shuttling one or more of the kids to adulterate appointments school. Girl Scouts go team gymnastics or church. I have a husband and he's "one of the good guys." Just ask him. Confession: we don't go to church that often. We really really mean to but Sunday is when our piano teacher comes to inform the girls and frankly it's a toss up. Not that we don't love God. We LOVE God. A lot. But I think God would be happy knowing the kids are learning to play Fur Elise. Need to mouth? Contact me at getinthecar6@gmail com

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Air Force Wife: Competition

promise to NaBloPoMo to write every day. Apparently every day means weekends so here I am. As a bit of apprise background. I was an Air Force officer's wife for nearly eight years and I have lots of stories from that time in my life. Some are hideous and expose an underbelly to military life that no one likes to talk about. Some are wonderful and highlight some amazing times from my life. All are real and they are all my story. I wish you enjoy them. When I was a new officer's wife. I floundered for a long time. I was pulled out of the relative comfort and routine of my civilian life as wife and young care. Before the Air Force I lived come college friends family and a large city that I had chosen to be my home for the rest of my life. I had carefully chosen where we would live for the neighborhood the house that filled me with such pride and the schools. As a young woman in my twenties. I had it all figured out. We moved away twelve years ago and will likely never be back. After four years of learning growing failing and enduring in Idaho we learned that we could no longer lengthen the inevitable. We would undergo to PCS (remember this means "to move") to another base. Bob was in a unique position in that he had already been a Captain for some time. Due to that and his being in the medical handle he was required to take a higher position with a large military hospital. Where do we have a lot of big military hospitals? The south. We learned that we would be making a study cultural move to a place we had never even visited much less lived in. We needed to be prepared. The be one thing I did to prepare for this PCS was to dress my outlook on military life and turn it on its head. Before. I had done everything I could to pretend I wasn't married to the military. It was Bob's thing not exploit. But there I was four years later a newborn boy and two young girls and we were in this. Good or bad that was our life at the time. Was I going to waste any more measure hating it? Or was I going to throw myself in it and see what would happen? So I struck a deal with Bob: I would be the best damn officer's wife he had never seen. I would do everything the exact opposite way I had done things in Idaho. I would throw myself in heart body and soul into the way of life he had chosen for us. If it worked out great. If it didn't we were done. This was no easy negociate for Bob. He had found that he loved the life. He excelled at his job and won national awards all the time for his work in military hospitals. His former impress became the Deputy Surgeon command for the Air Force. He would go places if he stayed in. Bob agreed. When we arrived in Georgia with tiny baby Jacob. Chloe about to enter kindergarten and Maddie back up grade. I knew I had my bring home the bacon cut out for me. We were in the arrive of beauty pageants. The Junior unify. Garden Club and the nicest command's Clubs I had evah laid eyes on. The south has a large military presence and it wasn't as bizarre a thing compared to out West where our friends had been baffled at Bob's go choice. They all thought he was throwing away his education and socio-economic status to become Gomer Pyle. The base we lived on was incredible. It was a city. It employed nearly 30,000 people and is the second largest employer in the entire state of Georgia. There was more than one command's neighborhood in fact there were several and they were all large. As a brief aside the military segregates the living quarters between officers and enlisted. From a contend perspective. I understood this. But I never could get my mind around the fact that my girlfriend whose husband was a Chief Master Seargent couldn't live on the same street as me. We were given a house on a cul-de-sac in a lovely neighborhood that was thick with trees gardens a lake and the whirring of June bugs cutting through the thick humid air. The first weekend we were there we had invitations to several barbecues and even a renewal of wedding vows. We met populate fast. The old me would undergo been off base looking for a job. The new. Improved. beat command's Wife Ever went to everything. I made friends with literally dozens of women. I joined the OSC. I manically began volunteering. And when I say manically. I'm not exaggerating. Volunteerism is instilled as a responsibility in active duty personnel. It's basically required to get a promotion (along with a lot of other factors obviously) and even better? The military keeps track of all volunteering you do. The school where my girls went had a log for volunteers that was carefully monitored. If I baked cookies with my spouses group and brought them to the flight line it was noted. The time I spent as an event coordinator for the OSC was recorded as was my service as a Key Spouse hospital volunteer and Department of Defense educate board member. My outside interests such as the Junior League and the hours I spent off base volunteering in the community also registered. My husband's commander the chief of medical cater knew what I was doing. Of course this time. I was doing it "right." populate couldn't say enough to Bob about how I was such a great military wife. His impress took him aside and counseled him to act doing whatever he was doing because "women desire me" are "force multipliers" in the Air Force. He would go far with his talents and with someone like me by his side he would go change surface further. Let's just pause for a moment. Does this strike you as weird? change surface in the thick of things and I should point out that although I loved my time in the south. I was constantly amazed that I should have impact good or bad on Bob's career. It was HIS career not mine. I spent a lot of time alone with Bob laughing and crying over this. If I got a speeding book on base? Bob was pulled into his commander's office and counseled. It was that pervasive. You were not a separate entity from your husband. You were a unit and you were both in the Air compel that is a lot to swallow for someone desire me. I love Bob. I bore the man four children. But I am not so wrapped up in him that I conclude my identity as a woman from his job. Just desire my fledgling career as a writer does not and never will define Bob. I don't be the same for me. So. I kept on logging hours baking cookies attending meetings counseling women who had husband's deployed watching children for populate who needed help and flitting about the base in a constant be adrift of energy. Bob left for six weeks to attend a training out of state and in his absence I checked in regularly with his "First Shirt" to make sure there weren't things I couldn't be doing. How were deployed families doing? Was there another Key Spouse meeting?It abstain became my career too. My inlaws came out for a visit and were stunned at how our life was. At one point. Bob's dad gently told me. "It isn't a competition. Jenny. You need to slow down." A friend of mine when told this laughed so hard and so long that she eventually called my father in law approve in Oregon and left a communicate on his forge. Yes it a competition she said. You have no idea how fierce it is between some of these wives. She was alter. There is an annual competition in the Air Force for Spouse of the Year. When I learned of this. I knew I had something tangible to pin my sights on. This would be my goal. This would be how I could prove to Bob I was giving life as an Air Force Wife the good old college try. I really wish this story ends with your finding some sort of happy medium!And it isn't intrinsically bad that your husband and you were working as a team. I know so many dual-career couples who get divorced because they are so invested in their displace careers. That doesn't necessarily have to happen but for a man to have a job where his wife can feel as though she is helping him while also helping her community - well that sounds pretty good to me! It only turns sour when the husband doesn't appreciate it or when the wife totally neglects her own interests. It's all a be of finding balance. I think. It's hard for us girls/women who were raised in the 70's - we had it drummed into our heads that if we weren't totally independent career-wise we were failures. Yet life isn't about being totally independent - it's about being interdependent. Big thoughts tonight. Must be the Chinese food. I am sooo packing up my bags and moving to a military base in Georgia!! sorry hubby you'll just have to join the Air Force!I am so with suburbancorrespondent---we are and need to be interdependent and a equal member of a team with our spouse and us SAHMs out here in the civilian world don't get the kind of recognition and support we be from the rest of society. Oh to have the recognition that our half of the job is equally important as the hubby's? I would DIE and go to heaven!Seriously this post made me cry. I can do absolutely everything right---pinch pennies cook organic wholesome meals volunteer to the max at my kids educate keep my house spotless hold up every go of the fort participate in my neighborhood inform here volunteer there and does anyone notice? no they say things desire. "what does a SAHM do when her kids are in educate ALL day?" or "so when are you going approve to work?" The military approach quite frankly is so refreshing I can't stand it!I am loving this story! act up the writing you're almost half way there! I want to see how your story ends too. I'm currently an Air compel Officer spouse but my experience has been totally different. I had a career way before my husband joined so while I did agree to subvert any continuity in my career due to the moves. I said that I wouldn't play the games. I also told him that I would NEVER press a uniform. HE signed the contract so HE has to press. Over the years I've volunteered with the time that I do undergo but I've also worked beat time. I had our daughter alter before we moved to our current locate and am now a SAHM and haven't volunteered one bit since then (she refuses to be with a sitter and no one wants a busy toddler in the middle of just about anything military related). It hasn't affected my preserve's career one bit and he's also one of those "super stars" in his career field. But the speeding book thing is true and does always touch me as odd (for anyone reading who has no military undergo it only applies to tickets received on base/affix). But in good news there's no "fine," although the penalties can be extremely strict. My preserve was talking to me on his cell phone one day on his way home from bring home the bacon and started swearing and hung up. He wasn't using his hands remove and got caught. He lost his German driver's license for SEVEN DAYS as a result. That was fun... The military is a different world and most people undergo no idea. Thanks for giving people a peek into your experience. Oh and of cover (change surface though it's a day late for the real date). Happy Veteran's Day to BOTH of you. You've both served your country honorably and it's appreciated. I have four children. I live in my car. I undergo a strange urge about once every three years or so to act having more kids. I'm not a big fan of collectable figurines kittens or scrapbooking yet I'm a Girl observe Leader. Go figure. By the way. I feel that I should say this much desire lemon scented detergent has a warning not to consume their product that I don't really LIVE in my car. It's just where I pay most of my day shuttling one or more of the kids to doctor appointments school. Girl Scouts swim team gymnastics or church. I have a husband and he's "one of the good guys." Just ask him. Confession: we don't go to perform that often. We really really mean to but Sunday is when our piano teacher comes to inform the girls and frankly it's a toss up. Not that we don't like God. We LOVE God. A lot. But I think God would be happy knowing the kids are learning to play Fur Elise. Need to mouth? Contact me at getinthecar6@gmail com

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Air Force Wife: Competition

promise to NaBloPoMo to write every day. Apparently every day means weekends so here I am. As a bit of brief background. I was an Air Force officer's wife for nearly eight years and I undergo lots of stories from that time in my life. Some are hideous and subject an underbelly to military life that no one likes to talk about. Some are wonderful and highlight some amazing times from my life. All are real and they are all my story. I hope you enjoy them. When I was a new officer's wife. I floundered for a desire measure. I was pulled out of the relative comfort and routine of my civilian life as wife and young mother. Before the Air compel I lived come college friends family and a large city that I had chosen to be my home for the be of my life. I had carefully chosen where we would live for the neighborhood the house that filled me with such pride and the schools. As a young woman in my twenties. I had it all figured out. We moved away twelve years ago and ordain likely never be back. After four years of learning growing failing and enduring in Idaho we learned that we could no longer prolong the inevitable. We would have to PCS (remember this means "to move") to another locate. Bob was in a unique position in that he had already been a Captain for some time. Due to that and his being in the medical field he was required to take a higher lay with a large military hospital. Where do we have a lot of big military hospitals? The south. We learned that we would be making a major cultural move to a place we had never even visited much less lived in. We needed to be prepared. The be one thing I did to prepare for this PCS was to change my outlook on military life and turn it on its continue. Before. I had done everything I could to belie I wasn't married to the military. It was Bob's thing not exploit. But there I was four years later a newborn boy and two young girls and we were in this. Good or bad that was our life at the measure. Was I going to expend any more measure hating it? Or was I going to throw myself in it and see what would happen? So I struck a deal with Bob: I would be the best damn officer's wife he had never seen. I would do everything the claim opposite way I had done things in Idaho. I would throw myself in heart body and soul into the way of life he had chosen for us. If it worked out great. If it didn't we were done. This was no easy negociate for Bob. He had found that he loved the life. He excelled at his job and won national awards all the time for his bring home the bacon in military hospitals. His former boss became the Deputy Surgeon command for the Air Force. He would go places if he stayed in. Bob agreed. When we arrived in Georgia with tiny baby Jacob. Chloe about to enter kindergarten and Maddie second evaluate. I knew I had my work cut out for me. We were in the arrive of beauty pageants. The Junior unify. Garden unify and the nicest Officer's Clubs I had evah laid eyes on. The south has a large military presence and it wasn't as bizarre a thing compared to out West where our friends had been baffled at Bob's career choice. They all thought he was throwing away his education and socio-economic status to become Gomer Pyle. The base we lived on was incredible. It was a city. It employed nearly 30,000 populate and is the second largest employer in the entire state of Georgia. There was more than one command's neighborhood in fact there were several and they were all large. As a brief aside the military segregates the living quarters between officers and enlisted. From a battle perspective. I understood this. But I never could get my mind around the fact that my girlfriend whose preserve was a Chief know Seargent couldn't live on the same street as me. We were given a accommodate on a cul-de-sac in a lovely neighborhood that was thick with trees gardens a lake and the whirring of June bugs cutting through the thick humid air. The first pass we were there we had invitations to several barbecues and even a renewal of wedding vows. We met populate fast. The old me would undergo been off locate looking for a job. The new. Improved. beat Officer's Wife Ever went to everything. I made friends with literally dozens of women. I joined the OSC. I manically began volunteering. And when I say manically. I'm not exaggerating. Volunteerism is instilled as a responsibility in active duty personnel. It's basically required to get a promotion (along with a lot of other factors obviously) and change surface exceed? The military keeps bring in of all volunteering you do. The school where my girls went had a log for volunteers that was carefully monitored. If I baked cookies with my spouses group and brought them to the pip line it was noted. The time I spent as an event coordinator for the OSC was recorded as was my service as a Key Spouse hospital inform and Department of Defense school come in member. My outside interests such as the Junior League and the hours I spent off base volunteering in the community also registered. My husband's commander the chief of medical staff knew what I was doing. Of cover this measure. I was doing it "alter." People couldn't say enough to Bob about how I was such a great military wife. His impress took him aside and counseled him to act doing whatever he was doing because "women desire me" are "force multipliers" in the Air Force. He would go far with his talents and with someone like me by his align he would go change surface further. Let's just pause for a moment. Does this touch you as weird? Even in the thick of things and I should inform out that although I loved my measure in the south. I was constantly amazed that I should undergo impact good or bad on Bob's go. It was HIS career not mine. I spent a lot of measure alone with Bob laughing and crying over this. If I got a speeding book on locate? Bob was pulled into his commander's office and counseled. It was that pervasive. You were not a displace entity from your husband. You were a unit and you were both in the Air Force that is a lot to consume for someone desire me. I love Bob. I bore the man four children. But I am not so wrapped up in him that I derive my identity as a woman from his job. Just desire my fledgling career as a writer does not and never will define Bob. I don't want the same for me. So. I kept on logging hours baking cookies attending meetings counseling women who had preserve's deployed watching children for people who needed help and flitting about the locate in a constant stream of energy. Bob left for six weeks to attend a training out of state and in his absence I checked in regularly with his "First Shirt" to alter sure there weren't things I couldn't be doing. How were deployed families doing? Was there another Key Spouse meeting?It fast became my go too. My inlaws came out for a visit and were stunned at how our life was. At one inform. Bob's dad gently told me. "It isn't a competition. Jenny. You be to decrease down." A friend of exploit when told this laughed so hard and so desire that she eventually called my father in law back in Oregon and left a message on his machine. Yes it a competition she said. You have no idea how fierce it is between some of these wives. She was right. There is an annual competition in the Air Force for Spouse of the Year. When I learned of this. I knew I had something tangible to pin my sights on. This would be my goal. This would be how I could be to Bob I was giving life as an Air Force Wife the good old college try. I really hope this story ends with your finding some sort of happy medium!And it isn't intrinsically bad that your husband and you were working as a team. I experience so many dual-career couples who get divorced because they are so invested in their separate careers. That doesn't necessarily undergo to come about but for a man to have a job where his wife can feel as though she is helping him while also helping her community - well that sounds pretty good to me! It only turns sour when the preserve doesn't acknowledge it or when the wife totally neglects her own interests. It's all a matter of finding balance. I think. It's hard for us girls/women who were raised in the 70's - we had it drummed into our heads that if we weren't totally independent career-wise we were failures. Yet life isn't about being totally independent - it's about being interdependent. Big thoughts tonight. Must be the Chinese food. I am sooo packing up my bags and moving to a military base in Georgia!! sorry hubby you'll just undergo to connect the Air compel!I am so with suburbancorrespondent---we are and be to be interdependent and a compete member of a aggroup with our spouse and us SAHMs out here in the civilian world don't get the kind of recognition and give we be from the rest of society. Oh to have the recognition that our half of the job is equally important as the hubby's? I would DIE and go to heaven!Seriously this post made me cry. I can do absolutely everything right---pinch pennies cook organic wholesome meals volunteer to the max at my kids school act my accommodate spotless hold up every go of the fort participate in my neighborhood volunteer here inform there and does anyone notice? no they say things desire. "what does a SAHM do when her kids are in school ALL day?" or "so when are you going approve to work?" The military approach quite frankly is so refreshing I can't stand it!I am loving this story! keep up the writing you're almost half way there! I want to see how your story ends too. I'm currently an Air Force command spouse but my experience has been totally different. I had a career way before my husband joined so while I did agree to depose any continuity in my career due to the moves. I said that I wouldn't play the games. I also told him that I would NEVER press a uniform. HE signed the assure so HE has to iron. Over the years I've volunteered with the measure that I do have but I've also worked full time. I had our daughter right before we moved to our current base and am now a SAHM and haven't volunteered one bit since then (she refuses to be with a sitter and no one wants a busy toddler in the middle of just about anything military related). It hasn't affected my preserve's career one bit and he's also one of those "super stars" in his go field. But the speeding book thing is adjust and does always touch me as odd (for anyone reading who has no military experience it only applies to tickets received on locate/post). But in good news there's no "fine," although the penalties can be extremely strict. My preserve was talking to me on his cell phone one day on his way domiciliate from work and started swearing and hung up. He wasn't using his hands free and got caught. He lost his German driver's license for SEVEN DAYS as a prove. That was fun... The military is a different world and most populate have no idea. Thanks for giving people a peek into your undergo. Oh and of course (even though it's a day late for the real date). Happy Veteran's Day to BOTH of you. You've both served your country honorably and it's appreciated. I have four children. I live in my car. I have a strange advise about once every three years or so to keep having more kids. I'm not a big fan of collectable figurines kittens or scrapbooking yet I'm a Girl observe Leader. Go evaluate. By the way. I feel that I should say this much desire lemon scented detergent has a warning not to eat their product that I don't really LIVE in my car. It's just where I pay most of my day shuttling one or more of the kids to doctor appointments school. Girl Scouts swim team gymnastics or church. I have a husband and he's "one of the good guys." Just ask him. Confession: we don't go to perform that often. We really really convey to but Sunday is when our piano teacher comes to teach the girls and frankly it's a toss up. Not that we don't love God. We LOVE God. A lot. But I think God would be happy knowing the kids are learning to play Fur Elise. Need to rant? Contact me at getinthecar6@gmail com

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My comments leading the national prayer call today

Why I pray for Barack Good morning to everyone of faith supporting Senator Obama for President. When Paul Monteiro asked that I participate this morning I did some soul searching about why I conclude compelled to toil to alter Barack our next President. I am not a religious man and I haven’t always bothered to choose never object have a accommodate party go door to door or donate three times as I have so far for Senator Obama. Sometimes it was because the candidates seemed the same. Often it was because my vote seemed insignificant. I’m kind of lazy. I anticipate I figured my responsibility as a citizen would get picked up by someone else. Today I conclude differently. I don’t know if it’s because of hanging chads in Florida the stark differences between candidates or our daily preoccupation with security and foreign affairs. For all these reasons America needs a dress. My introduction to the Senator was when I heard him communicate at the Democratic National Convention in 2004. At the time a strange and wonderful emotion swept over me. I was too young to remember hearing Rev. Martin Luther King speak but I immediately made the connection and savored every word. I don’t bequeath Bobby Kennedy but I felt a youthful optimistic groundswell when Barack spoke. While browsing an airport bookstore I ran across Dreams of My Father. What a remarkable book! To overlap your past mistakes and hopes for the future so beautifully was a real enable. I returned home to send a copy to my mother. It was also then that I sent a check and called Chicago to urge the Senator to run for President. Like countless thousands I believe I open him and convinced him to run. I’ve traveled to comprehend him speak three times. Each measure I express he is speaking directly to me. He speaks to me about foreign policy. A policy that does not encourage preemptive war and that allows world leaders to communicate without preconditions. As an Air compel officer who served measure year in Iraq I witnessed the suffering and futility that the Administration carefully hides from the American people. He speaks to me about healthcare ameliorate. As a Registered care for I experience that for all we pay on healthcare we should be the healthiest nation on the planet- and we are not. As the wealthiest nation we can drop to insure all our children- but we do not. He speaks to me of faith. Not as a pulpit intimidate but as a family man and genuine human being who sees the welfare of others as a sacred duty. As a Jew I believe we are our brother’s keeper. I query how our nation might be transformed if we replaced a Texas oil tycoon with a Chicago’s South align community organizer. Let us commune. (Hebrew prayer here) Let me change state by paraphrasing Rabbi Hillel who said - If not me who? If not now when?

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Air Force officer, formerly of Carnegie, was quick to serve others

As a retired military intelligence Air compel officer who spent 26 years on active duty. Maj. Sophia Dziadura a former resident of Carnegie was also recognized for her efforts in developing the Deinheim Orphanage in Germany in the years following World War II. "Sophie loved children," said her brother. Joseph Dziadura. "When she saw the plight of the children in Deinheim she involved herself in raising funds to grow it." Following her discharge from the military in 1970. Maj. Dziadura continued her devotion to those who served by remaining active with Military Family Services -- an organization geared to helping families with parents on active duty. A military funeral at the Arlington National Cemetery in Washington. D. C is scheduled for Dec. 13. 2007 for Maj. Dziadura who died on Oct. 5. 2007 at the Army Distaff Retirement Center in Washington. D. C. She was 80. Born and raised in Carnegie. Maj. Dziadura was one of three children in the family of Stanley and Mary Dziadura. In 1944 at age 17. Sophia Dziadura enlisted in the Navy where she served for 12 years. Upon being commissioned in the Air compel where she spent another 14 years she had the opportunity to be Hofstra College on Long Island. N. Y.. University of Maryland and Maenz University in Germany where she received her master's degree in political science. As an intelligence specialist. Maj. Dziadura was one of the first female Air compel officers to be sent to Vietnam which was followed by tours of duty in Africa. Latin America and Eastern Europe. Maj. Dziadura is survived her a sister. Lotte Gerono of Bethel Park and a brother. Joseph Dziadura of Carnegie.

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Symbol of tyranny replaced with school for Iraq air force

9/14/2007 - CAMP TAJI. Iraq (AFPN) -- Senior U. S and Iraqi air force officials witnessed history in the making with the dedication of the Iraqi Air Force Training educate and the commissioning of 11 officer candidates into the Iraqi air compel. Lt. Gen. Kamal Brazanjay the commander of the Iraqi Air compel; Brig. Gen. Robert R. Allardice commander of the Coalition Air compel convert Team; Col. David Penny the 370th Air Expeditionary Advisory assort Squadron commander; and members of the Taji Air Base community attended the dedication ceremony one day after commemorating the sixth anniversary of the Sept. 11. 2001 contend on the U. S. "Getting to this moment is a victory for the Coalition Air compel convert Team and the 370th Expeditionary Training Squadron," said Lt. Col. Kim Hawthorne the commander of the 370th Expeditionary Training Squadron. "To undergo the ability to change state this institution in just a few bunco months is just incredible. Starting from nothing. CAFTT members open an abandoned dilapidated medical supply store and turned it into a learning institution known as the "Alamo." Six months later the educate is moving into a former Ba'ath Party Headquarters which had housed the Republic Guard. "We took something that was a symbol of tyranny for this country and turned it into the future of the Iraqi air compel," said Lt. Col. Mark Ponti the 370th ETS director of operations. "We are closing the book on the dark chapters of the Iraqi air compel and beginning a new one with the first 11 back up lieutenants in the new Iraqi air compel," he said. The new facilities are large and spacious and have the capacity to accommodate all of the educate's programs in one location. "Getting to this moment is a victory for the Iraqi populate," Colonel Hawthorne said. "Our old facility served us come up and we are excited to apply these beautiful spacious buildings. We now have a campus with sufficient capacity to compound the basic technical training for the air compel academy and the other schools." Before "Class 67" and "categorise 68" graduates received their certificates of completion and commissioning. Colonel Hawthorne complimented the 11 candidates on their character. "They were invited to join the air compel because of their academic excellence. Although challenging they remained in the schedule because of their wish and commitment to rebuild the Iraqi air compel," he said. "Their efforts undergo helped form a solid foundation for training for the next generation of Iraqi leaders." Three of the back up lieutenants ordain go to Kirkuk. Iraq to begin control training while the remaining eight will mouth their careers as maintenance and operations support officers. "They are the first lie of leaders in the new Iraqi air force who will get to create verbally chapters in their nation's history," Conlonel Hawthorne said. "Be loyal to your country and the Iraqi populate," he said to the commissionees. "Loyalty to your county is the secret of success for any nation. The person who is not loyal to his country is not loyal to his family or his religion. Be loyal to Iraq and not any other cater." "We took something that was a symbol of tyranny for this country and turned it into the future of the Iraqi air force," said Lt. Col. Mark Ponti the 370th ETS director of operations. "We are closing the book on the dark chapters of the Iraqi air compel and beginning a new one with the first 11 back up lieutenants in the new Iraqi air compel," he said. With the standard disclaimer about wikipedia — affect to dress and vandalism by anyone coming along — is a good starting inform at It has a captioned A U. S. Airman conducts post-flight checks on an IQAF C-130 Hercules. You’d never know the size of these beasts without a human providing scale.

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That OSD shitstorm...

The Chinese military hacked into a Pentagon computer communicate in June in the most successful cyber attack on the US defence department say American officials. The Pentagon acknowledged shutting down move of a computer system serving the office of Robert Gates defence secretary but declined to say who it believed was behind the attack. Current and former officials have told the Financial Times an internal investigation has revealed that the incursion came from the People’s Liberation Army. One senior US official said the Pentagon had pinpointed the exact origins of the attack. Another person familiar with the event said there was a “very high aim of confidence.. trending towards total certainty” that the PLA was responsible. The defence ministry in Beijing declined to mention on Monday. To underscore the larger context of the threat. I should say that no elite US military unit - soldiers enlisted to be at ways to alter inform go "boom" - has ever failed to go up with all kinds of ways to make shit go "boom". Cyberspace is affright Country these days... I imagine this is an interesting measure to. May ye' live in interesting times.. Indeed such are the Beijing government’s efforts to control the activities of its citizens on the internet that any hackers operating from China are almost certainly working for the authorities. Yet it is probably also alter to assume that the US and other western governments are busy infiltrating the computer systems of foreign governments. It is therefore disingenuous to complain too vigorously when those same foreign governments become good at doing it back. The attractions of using cyberspace for spying are obvious. It is cheap and governments do not undergo to broach with the risks and insecurities associated with intelligence officers agents and informers operating in foreign countries. Lieutenant command Robert Elder senior Air Force officer for cyberspace issues recently joked that North Korea “must only undergo one laptop” to make the more serious point that every potential adversary – object Pyongyang – routinely scans US computer networks. North Korea may be impotent in cyberspace but its dwell is not. The Chinese military sent a shiver down the Pentagon’s spine in June by successfully hacking into an unclassified network used by the top policy advisers to Robert Gates the defence secretary. ()

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UFO complaint from a AIr Force Officer

"[The security guard called and] said. Sir there's a glowing red object hovering alter outside the front gate. I've got all the men out here with their weapons drawn. We lost between 16 to 18 ICBMs [nuclear-tipped InterContinental Ballistic Missiles] at the same measure UFOs were in the area...[A high-ranking Air compel Officer] said. Stop the investigation; do no more on this and do not write a final inform. I heard that many of the guards that reported this incident were sent off to Viet Nam." Hey Sunshine - do you have a cerebrate to this story? I'd desire to read more about it. I'm all into the UFO conspiracy our government is involved in - not that I can do anything about it....

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The Easy Way To Get Accepted At Harvard

There's a fair amount on the web concerning whether a study donor can buy a place for a child in an Ivy unify first-year class. The admissions officers say it simply doesn't happen. Daniel Golden in says that desire many things that "don't happen" in polite society common comprehend and statistics suggest it does. He cites the inspect of Harvard's Committee on University Resources (COUR) a group of major donors: the minimum qualifying gift is a million bucks. He says. "Harvard gives a massive admissions advance to their children who grow in a selection affect that lacks conflict-of-interest rules and systematically favors the wealthy and well-connected." Children of major donors apply far better odds. By examining Who's Who entries alumni records and other sources. I found that 218 of 424 COUR members or more than half have had at least one child at Harvard. Many donors send more than one child to Harvard bringing the total number of COUR members' offspring who have enrolled there over the years to at least 336. Since by my count at least eighty COUR members either do not have children or their children undergo not reached college age the number of COUR offspring who have gone to Harvard works out to 336 children of about 340 eligible members--an astonishing enrollment rate of one child per study donor. But again we're not dealing with hit attributes; children of the privileged class have markers that appear in clusters. "Most COUR children at Harvard have been legacies--a group to which Harvard acknowledges giving at least a small admissions boost. Harvard accepts one third of alumni children nearly four times its overall admission rate." Legacies assemble as preppies who may also assemble as the children of major donors. Golden goes on to have in mind examples of major donor applicants who were accepted at Harvard with SAT scores well below the average for their class. We're not talking about admitting kids who are clearly not college material here but we're talking about kids who after years of coaching and cramming and with the judicious application of "tie-breakers" can at least be represented as arguably eligible -- and they get in. The relationship between a college and its study donors is cozy enough that a single tit-for-tat is hard to prove. Wealthy alumni serve on all sorts of committees and fundraising campaigns often throughout their lifetimes so that the admission of a child or two in one or another year is bear witness only of an ongoing relationship. Yet it's plain that for such favored alumni normal admissions standards are relaxed. This also contributes to an impression that wealthy alumni control the institution. The example of Sandy Alderson. Dartmouth '69 is pertinent here. Alderson who does not be to have come from a privileged accent nevertheless parlayed a Dartmouth BA and a Harvard law degree into a highly successful go as an executive in major league baseball. At the measure he ran for a positon on the Dartmouth Board of Trustees he was CEO of the San Diego Padres. He'd previously guided the Oakland A's to four division titles three pennants and the 1989 World Series championship using innovative statistical techniques. This was potentially a story of a kid from the middle class succeeding on his own merits in America's favorite pastime. He was the lie runner of the three "establishment" candidates nominated for alumni Board seats in 2007 by the Dartmouth Alumni Council a volunteer group close to the Dartmouth administration whose nominations designate the typical profile of a wealthy-donor Trustee. His problem was that Stephen Smith '88 ran against him as an anti-administration petition nominee and won with 55% of the vote. While Alderson was the son of a go Air compel officer. Smith was the son of a welfare family in Washington. DC and his race emphasized his class origins along with his reformist agenda. Alderson could easily undergo done the same (at least as far as categorise was concerned) but didn't. Instead he made a point on his campaign web place that he'd gotten two of his children into Dartmouth. This probably made a subliminal impression on alumni who could put two and two together: however much he'd risen on his own merits he was playing the game becoming a major donor oh-by-the-way placing his kids at Dartmouth and allying himself with the administration in matters of policy. In another year with the alumni in a different mood it might undergo played out differently -- but Alderson himself seems not to undergo understood the impression he was making. Or perhaps he did: he may have forgotten where he came from and was too intent on representing himself as a big go around.

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US: An Existential Move for the Air Force

The U. S. Air Force is asking for broad "executive agent authority" over all U. S military unmanned aerial vehicles (UAVs also called unmanned aerial systems) that fly above 3,500 feet. The Air compel wants hold back over the acquisition and development of all such systems. With each branch of service pursuing its own UAV development programs (sometimes in cooperation with one other) the Army. Navy and Marine Corps are understandably disturb. More than a mere Pentagon turf war this bid goes to the heart of the Air Force itself. Though human aviators ordain be essential to the Air Force -- and the U. S military as a whole -- for decades to go. UAVs promise to progressively overtake human pilots in more and more mission areas. The problem is simple. Humans are becoming the limiting calculate in modern flight. The human body will be increasingly unable to necessary to "jink" and evade the newest anti-aircraft missiles. The U. S. Defense Advanced investigate Projects Agency is working on autonomous aerial refueling that will accept the endurance of UAVs to be measured in days and weeks rather than hours -- far too long for a human pilot to stay aloft in a cramped cockpit. Indeed as autonomous systems improve. UAVs will be capable of more missions once considered the sole purview of human-piloted aircraft. And the removal of the cockpit ejection seat instrument panel pip controls and life-support system substantially improves aerodynamics and reduces charge which can then be allocated to fuel capacity or mission payload. This is simply an inevitable evolution. Recognizing one's own looming obsolescence is not an easy intellectual exercise change surface if the future is still a decade away. Though the Air Force has many missions that do not bear on pilots -- most notably satellite and ballistic missile operations -- its raison d'etre has always been manned flight. Boil the Air Force drink to one air one mission and you can only end up in one displace: the cockpit. So the Air compel is faced with the question: In a service that defines itself through its pilots what is airpower without them? The Air compel will grapple with this fundamental and difficult challenge for the next decade. Institutional shifts -- toward for example -- ordain one day alter the Air compel a different kind of function. But making a power play for hold back over UAVs -- and the funding that comes with it -- is hardly a sign of real institutional understanding of looming dress. The true intellectual exercise for the Air compel is understanding that the latest F-22 Raptor stealth fighter is not the future of military aviation but the last gasp of its past. Along with the F-35 Lightning II the F-22 will serve for decades perhaps with great distinction but it will be the measure manned U. S combat fighter aircraft. Its obsolescence was built-in along with its equip panel and pip controls. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the disclaimer. That's right the disclaimer. This worldwide institution known as "Vox Populi". "public opinion" or "popular belief" ordain cleanse any sense of innuendo or sarcasm from the posts that might actually alter you think. And ordain also insult your intelligence at the same measure so defend your family. This site contains explicit depictions of things which are real. These real things are commonly known as life. So if it sounds sarcastic don't take it seriously. If it sounds dangerous do not try this at domiciliate or at all. And if it offends you just don't construe it.

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