Icky photo. See? I look fat, not pregnant. And my hair? Looks good, but it should have been arranged differently.
Oh well. |-|

Icky photo. See? I look fat, not pregnant. And my hair? Looks good, but it should have been arranged differently.
Oh well. |-|

Incredibly, this was probably the best birthday ball we’ve been to—and I say incredibly because neither of us originally wanted to go!
Tom was actually in charge of planning his ball (in Jacksonville) before his PCS orders—and, truth be told, we were actually a bit relieved at not having to go. Honestly, it’s a wonderful tradition and something neat to attend, but usually (in our experience) just not worth the money: tickets are usually upwards of $40-$50pp, drinks are extra, and if it’s outside your city, you have the added expense of a hotel (or you have to drive home at midnight).
So we got to Michigan and didn’t think much about it. Hell, we didn’t think ANYTHING about it. That is until Tom started his new job, and was told attendance was mandatory. And tickets were $40pp. Wonderful—$80 we didn’t really plan on spending. But then he found out that included the overnight hotel stay! Wow, okay, that was cool. And luckily I had dresses that still fit (see earlier post) so I didn’t have that expense. And it was an open bar—so we didn’t have that expense, either. So we thought maybe this ball wouldn’t be too bad.
Well, as it turns out, because it’s a Recruiting Station, apparently they aren’t under the same rules and regulations as normal Marine Corps balls, in the respect that they can have sponsors and/or donations…which is why the tickets were so inexpensive, why the hotel night was included, why there was an open bar, why there were door prizes, and why there were 4-page full-color programs. 88| They had two major sponsors, plus about 30 minor sponsors. Very cool!
But before I get to the ceremony, I have to tell you about the hotel room. First, it was the Crown Plaza which sounds really ritzy, but it was an airport hotel so we weren’t expecting that much. But the pictures on the website were nice, and it was impressive when we pulled up. So we get to our room and go in and wow, nice big room—nice closet, bathroom, king bed, and sitting area:

And then we noticed an open door at the back of the room and we had NO idea what it could be:

Well, turns out, we were attached to a huge conference room/suite! 88|

We obviously had no need for it, hadn’t asked for it, and had no idea why we got that room. There was another connecting room, but that side was locked. We only wished we had a need for that room, because it was awesome! We just kept saying Wow, really? Wow. All this included in our $80 ticket price! Wheeeee! Of course we never used that room for anything.
And then, here is the best of our pre-ball in-room self-portraits:

We did get professional pics taken, but I looked yucky (not that I even look pregnant, which would be okay—I just look fat). I will post that one when we get the online version in a few days.
There were some differences in the event, compared to previous balls we attended, which we found interesting. Aside from the obvious free hotel stay and open bar, the smaller marine population (attended from all of southeastern Michigan and northwestern Ohio, for a total of maybe 100 marines) played a noticable part: Typically at a ball on a marine base, you have a LARGE contingent of marines/ranks/ages in attendance. Your “host” is usually a General, the special guest is usually another General, and the oldest and youngest marines (part of the cake ceremony) are usually like 92 and 18. This year, the host was a Major (one rank above Tom!), the special guest was enlisted (he was the recruiter of the year for the district), and the oldest marine couldn’t have been more than 46 (they didn’t tell the age, but said she enlisted in 1991 and I think you have to be in by age 30) and the youngest marine was probably 20 or so.
I also found the cake ceremony a bit…head-shaking. It’s customary for the cake to be rolled out by four marines. At the other balls we’ve been to, they roll out these monstrous (albeit fake) cakes with one real layer to actually cut a piece from. Well, they aren’t surprise-stripper-jumping-from-inside-the-cake huge, but they are probably a good 3′ long by 2′ wide by 1′ tall. Somewhat impressive to see rolled in on a cart by four marines. So last night, I see the marines walking the rolling cart in, and…where’s the cake? I couldn’t see it. OH! It’s a tiny half sheet cake! Heh. It worked perfectly fine, it was just NOT what I had been expecting!
The actual ceremony and speakers went quickly, the food was pretty good, and then it was time for dancing. I wasn’t feeling great (by this time it was like 9pm—just about my bedtime!) and of course I wasn’t feeling very social—I knew no one, while Tom had to flit about and meet all the marines he will be dealing with. (He basically works at the recruiting station headquarters, so he deals with all the recruiters from the entire district, so it was in his best interest to meet and talk with all of them.) I stayed by his side for some of it, then finally just told him to go do his business while I sat at the table. He also made sure to use full use of the open bar. 🙂
I did manage to dance a few songs so I wasn’t a total stick in the mud. In a small-world scenario, I also spent a little time talking to an old Grayling chum… 🙂 One of the guys that works closely with Tom graduated from GHS in 1987 and we knew each other. Granted, I probably knew him more than he knew me (he was a senior and I was in 8th grade) but of course he remembered my dad and knew he had a daughter. (We knew about the coincidence before the ball, but this was really the first time we had to chat.) It was just funny thinking that 20 years ago he was the hot senior football player/phys ed assistant for my gym class…and who would have guessed we’d someday be at a Marine Corps Ball together? Here is Tom with Scott:

At midnight when the shindig ended, it was all I could do to force Tom up to bed (he still wanted to “make contact” with all the marines). But I wasn’t about to take the chance of actually having to drag his drunk ass up to the room and get him into bed. 😉
So we are going to the USMC Birthday Ball this weekend.
No, we originally weren’t planning on it since we were moving up here, but apparently it’s almost a mandatory event for hubby’s new office, so we’re going…at $40 each. XX( We do get a hotel room included in that cost—which is nice since the hotel is an hour or so away—but it’s money we hadn’t planned on spending AND we had to get someone to watch the dog!
Anyhoo.
I was pretty sure at least one of my three dresses would still fit, since I was about the same size when I bought them five years ago.
The red one is my favorite, but I’ve worn it a lot—including each cruise and one or two balls.
The purple one I wore to my first ball, but the straps are annoying and it has a shawl that I never know how to hold or what to do with.
The champagne one I’ve never worn (and probably didn’t NEED to buy, but really HAD to buy because it was on clearance for like $35 and you don’t find nice dresses in my size on clearance too often—so it’s been in my closet for five years) but doesn’t look that great with my now-pasty-white skin. (I had been planning on wearing it THIS year, tanned…until I got pregnant and quit tanning.)
So I will probably end up in the red one, just because it’s my favorite. But it was nice knowing that all three fit!
We knew Tom’s job would be long hours—we were told 6 days a week, probably 12 hours a day. And they weren’t kidding—at least so far.
I can honestly say I hate the hours. I am just not used to “I will be home at 6:30.”
Then “No, I will be home at 7:30.”
Monday it was even “Sorry, 8:30.” >:XX
You just can’t plan dinner for that type of timing…because it changes every day. At least if it was like 7:30 every day without fail…but no, of course not. Of course, it’s worse that I don’t get to see him much…I am used to him being home at an early hour (he was home 97% of the time when I got home at 5:15).
Bah humbug.
Well, it’s final. We are coming home to Michigan.
Tom still isn’t excited about the job, and we’re not excited about trying to sell our house, but we are excited to be coming (closer to) home and being in a metro area.
Stay tuned.
Tom officially got orders to Detroit yesterday…and he’s supposed to check in no later than October 31, 2008.
Of course, things could change again at the drop of a hat, and he was still going to go talk to [someone]…so it may not be 100% guaranteed. But nothing like thinking about moving/selling/relocating within three months to freak you out.
Lord.
My mind is whirring like crazy and it feels like my head is going to explode.
The thing that just gets me is that yes, I know the military doesn’t care what our life is like, they just know they want someone there and hubby fits the bill so he gets chosen. But it would, quite literally, create a major financial hardship for us.
Houses here aren’t selling. Houses in our price range sell, on average, in about six to nine months (unless you price it to lose money, which we obviously can’t do financially-speaking). So making us move to Michigan within three months, where we will obviously need to pay rent/another mortgage, without having sold our house, is ludicrous. There is no earthly way we can afford two mortgages, especially if they just made me quit MY job. It just flat out doesn’t make sense and, frankly, pisses me off.
As a sidenote, he wouldn’t actually be an on-the-streets/in-the-schools actual recruiter. He would be the Operations guy, doing all the planning/scheduling/etc., and making sure it all runs smoothly. Completely non-IT-related. So nothing he can bring ANY of his experience to.
It’s crazy. They like to tell us they looked at a bunch of people and compared everyone and whatever, and determined that HE was the best qualified.
BULLSHIT.
They looked at a list, pointed their finger at someone, and said “this guy.”
Tom then called to tell me the latest RIDICULOUS statement. He was talking to someone (I believe a Major in charge of the monitor program) about not being able to sell the house that quickly, that we talked to a Realtor and it’s averaging 6-9 months, yada yada yada, and the guy said “Well, you have three options. One, be a geobatchelor [which means I stay here and he goes there, not sure how that works money wise but it’s not an option for us]. Two, sell your house for a loss. Or three [and this is the doozy], you can foreclose on your mortgage.”
What the hell kind of military advisor advises someone to FORECLOSE ON A MORTGAGE? Completely asinine.
This BS is precisely why we were going to get out of the military. It’s ridiculous.
Oh, also…if he takes this “three year” job they’re forcing on him? He is, effectively, being shoved out of the marine corps, because he will miss the opportunity (twice) to take the schooling he would need to become Major. Talk about a kick in the ass. (Not that he was planning on staying in that long, but just the fact that they don’t know that, and are still sending him here… Ugh.)
He also found out he cannot drop his papers (i.e. tell them he wants to get out) now. Because he has actual PCS orders, and you can’t do that when you have orders. You have to do it before you officially get orders. How convenient.
The only other option, he said, is REFUSING orders, and he’s not sure exactly what that entails or means. From what we have gathered, it wouldn’t actually do that much or be that detrimental…it would, of course, effectively end his career, but he wasn’t planning on staying in to retirement anyway. He would have to stay here a bit longer, but then we could continue on with our previous plans of him looking for a job and us moving in about six months.
I told him to ask what if he has a special needs family member…if I was a high-risk pregnancy, maybe that would keep us here. (Chances are decent I might be. I have an appointment in two weeks that might help determine that.)
So, needless to say we’re stressed. Tom should find out more Monday, but until then, we’re trying NOT to think about it. If we have to move, there is just SO much to do—and Tom doesn’t have the time and I don’t have the energy.
Stay tuned.
Last week I received this email from my Monitor’s boss (job relocator).
Marines-
I am writing you all in an attempt to find an officer that is interested in accepting orders to RS Detroit. This would be to serve as the RS OpsO there. As you probably know, RS duty is a challenging one, but it offers an opportunity to be back in your home state and also has the benefit of allowing you to elect either your geographic area preference or resident CLS (EWS for example) upon successful completion of a 36 month tour there.
This is a great opportunity for anyone that is interested. There is some flexibility as to report date, but we are looking to get an officer there by this Fall. Please understand that I got your names via a blind data pull in our system and I fully understand that some of you may be under orders, deployed, etc. Regardless, let me know if you’re interested and we’ll see if we can make it work. Please respond to this e-mail ASAP if you would like to be considered for the position. Negative responses not required.
I have made plans to get out of the Marines next summer after the baby is born, but the thought of going back to Michigan was a very nice thought, but not a real option. Monday when I got to work there was a new email from a Capt stating the same thing. I was still not interested and didn’t respond. Last night I received this new email.
Capt Hudson,
I have a requirement that just came down and your name is at the top of the potential list. How would you like to spend some time in Detroit?
Let me know.
Well, I wanted the official scoop on all the emails and so I called the monitor. He stated that there were several officers that they had sent these emails to and that I was at the top of the list and wanted to know if I wanted it, since I was from Michigan and I could be closer to family. I told him I would let him I would talk to Jennifer and I would let him know today. I wanted to contact the Recruiter Station (RS) to see if it was a job that I could have lots of family time or something absolutely wretched.
So this morning I called the RS and asked to speak to a Captain and I eventually got one. I told him that the Monitor was looking to put me into the position and asked what he thought about the Ops position. The guys said he couldn’t talk about it on the phone in his office and gave me his cell number to call him back in 10 min. I agreed, I was almost speechless, but I managed an audible agreement.
Over the next ten minutes lots of possibilities poured through my mind. I called him again and he said “Do not take the job! If it were me I would not have anything to do with it!” 88|
WOW, I asked what was wrong with it. He stated that it is 10-12 hours a day, 6 days a week (sometimes 7), and the work is monotonous and incredibly stressful. The Captain said that even though he had family within a 4-hour drive, he had not visited them more than a few times in the last year and a half due to the lack of time off. (He didn’t hold that actual position, but he helped out there from time to time.) He said if I wanted to talk to the other Captains that he would give me their numbers, but I told him that I was more than satisfied!
As soon as I got off the phone I called Jennifer to tell her the news and then typed a message to the Monitor declining the position:
Thanks for the consideration, but after discussing the situation further with my wife and family, I will have to decline the offer.
I then went to my Battalion XO to let him know about the Monitor’s request and my answer. The XO said another Captain in our Battalion was also hit up for this position as well and that we were the last two officers for consideration. Yuck! I went back to my office to call the second Captain and tell him about the information I had gotten over the phone. During the conversation, the following email came into my mailbox:
Capt Hudson,
Copy all. I have your intent. I want to be fair and let you know that right now this is at the MMOA/MCRC CG [Recruiter Commanding General] level, so I may have to contact you again. I was hoping it could be a win/win. Thanks for getting back to me.
Which translates into “Great, thanks for telling me no, but no is not an option…”
So, if I am forced to take this position, I will be dropping my papers early. Time to start my resume tonight!
So we were actually REALLY considering the Michigan move…I mean, it was just too perfect. We even halfheartedly started checking out housing on Realtor.com.
And then Tom called the recruiting post where he would be. And it wasn’t a good sign that the first words out of the mouth of the guy he talked to (would be replacing) said “I can’t talk now, I will call you from my cell phone in a bit.”
Turns out it’s six days a week, 12 hours a day, no holidays—and MAYBE one 72 [actual weekend off] per month. The guy said if he had to do it over, he wouldn’t.
So that cements it for us. We’re continuing with our current plan.
Dammit.
Good news bad news.
Tom just got an email looking for a recruiter in Detroit, for three years, NON-deployable. Sounds perfect, right?
Except when he would be done, he would be over 10 years, and we said once he’s in 10, he’s in for the long haul.
But man it’s tempting.
So we decided we HAD to get out of the house and do something before Marsha left! The only thing going on locally was an air show at New River Air Station.
Now, the air show wasn’t something I would normally care to attend, but seeing as how 1) we have been here five years and have never been to one, 2) it is local and requires basically no drive time, and 3) we wanted to do something with Marsha… we went.
And honestly? It was much neater than I thought it would be. It was really impressive seeing the planes and helicopters up close and personal…
On a related note… we have friends that are pilots. In my mind, I know that’s a big deal and very impressive—but actually being there, being able to walk up to the helicopters and planes, see how big they are, seeing them being flown above our heads… well, it was just ever more impressive to me and I have an even bigger respect for our friends now. (Of course, it’s tempered by the fact that I know they can just be silly drunken boys at times, too… which is a big contrast from my image of them as an impressive pilot, LOL.)
We didn’t stay for the whole show—we didn’t have chairs (forgot to get ours from a friend’s house), didn’t really want to have to sit on the ground, and there wasn’t space in the bleachers. The weather wasn’t too bad, either—a bit warm when the wind died down, but fortunately it rarely died down so there was a nice breeze.
After that, we stopped to have lunch, and then Marsha wanted to get some souvenirs from the base, so it was off to Lejeune. Then it was home for some rest (and a nap!) and then off to Roger and Ursula’s for dinner and a movie, where Marsha had a ball seeing Virgina and Caroline!
The past year actually went by fairly quickly—but the last three days have passed soooooooooooooooo slowly it was driving me insane. I couldn’t concentrate on anything, kept jumping from the computer to the TV to laundry to playing with the dog, lather, rinse, repeat.
The word was that they would be arriving at 3:30pm—but Tom had called earlier and said that he was guessing more 2:30ish. So I figured they would be running late (it IS the military after all) but I’d rather sit there and twiddle my thumbs than drive myself even nuttier at home. So I decided to leave at 2.
And the timing actually could NOT have been better.
I had barely passed through the front gate when my phone rang—an unfamiliar local number. I answered it, and it was Tom (who must have been using someone’s cell phone) and he asked me where I was. I said I just got on base. He said THEY just got on base as well! Turns out they were LITERALLY about a minute behind me, and by the time I stopped at a light, I could see the buses on the road behind me. I almost lost it at that point but managed not to cry.
I pulled into the parking lot, and by the time I parked and got out of the car, the first bus was pulling in right behind me and then four more passed by me. I tried to see if I could see Tom through the windows but I couldn’t. However, I did see one of our neighbors, so I guessed he was on that same bus, but by the time they all pulled to a stop, I had forgotten which bus it was.
Of course there was a HUGE crowd of people just swarming all over—people with signs and banners, wearing personalized t-shirts, balloons, and anything else you can think of to draw attention to themselves. (I took a few pics and will post later if they turned out.) And although I was in a hurry to find Tom, I pretty much just had to stand there and wait and scan the crowds. With a row of five buses (about 100 yards long) I figured I might be there awhile—but as luck would have it, he came out of the bus right in front of me! So I only waited maybe two minutes!
The worst part of the whole thing was finding his bags. They had arrived on separate transport before him, and everything was just sitting on the lawn in huge piles, so everyone was searching for their bags at the same time, in the middle of people milling about. Very disorganized and irritating for people who just wanted to get the hell out of there. (How much time/energy would it take to at least put one color-coded tag on each bag so at least you could narrow your search down to one pile? It’s not like these guys have different color luggage—everything is green!)
We finally gathered all his bags and were off! He changed in the car and we stopped and had Thai for lunch, then he wanted a Blizzard for dessert so it was off to DQ! Then we needed a few food things, so we went to Sam’s Club (something we love doing anyway) and then home, where Tom had fun running around the yard with Maggie!
It’s sooooo great having him home. 🙂
Yes, I know I haven’t been writing anything lately. And I feel bad.
But it’s just that the longer I take to catch you up, the more stuff happens, and the harder it is to catch up. A catch-22 if you will.
But I know I have to fill you in with some details (obviously the short versions) until I get more time:
I promise to try and write more in the upcoming weeks.
It’s amazing how the little things in life can change your mood.
I opened my email this morning and saw that Tom had written me at 2am. On one hand, I was thrilled that he wrote me :), but on the other hand, I was sad I missed him 🙁 (even though I would not have normally been up at that time).
Then I sat at the computer for awhile—then with a start, I realized I didn’t have my phone with me (!), so I literally ran downstairs—and I had missed TWO calls from Tom. :'( Instantly, my mood went from happy to completely depressed. Since he left, I have had my phone on me, at my side, or within reach EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY. Until this morning. I was just kicking myself. TWO CALLS! I missed TWO CALLS! And the last one I only missed by a minute!!! :'( I got a tear in my eye, I started moping around the house, and I was sad. I had been planning to take a shower and thought “Screw it, I don’t even feel like doing that now.”
And then the phone rang—and it was Tom! :>> OH JOY! And I was happy again, and my mood changed immediately, and everything was right with the world!
This is the stuff that I forgot about that I don’t like…this is what makes the time apart hard to handle. But at least I get to talk to him frequently, and that is a good thing.
Tom and I finally got to talk today for a few minutes (damn old calling cards, it’s like 50 credits a minute or something insane like that) so we burned through two small [leftover from the last deployment] cards and then we emailed quite a bit.
He tried to login to our account to turn on the webcam, but he wasn’t able to with whatever system he was using. However, the neat technological part is that we figured out a neat alternative…he logged into my computer using logmein (which we had setup before he left, which gives him access to my computer). So I turned on my webcam, he opened a blank notepad document, and we chatted back and forth on my desktop!! The lag wasn’t bad on my end, but he said it was horrible on his…so we only did that for maybe 10 minutes. But he did get to see me and Maggie (who was sleeping on my lap at the time).
So I decided that this entire weekend was meant for vegging and getting caught up on my TV shows. Of course, the phone was by my side every minute, just in case Tom got a chance to call from wherever he happens to be. No calls all night…but I wasn’t worrying because he said it could be 3 days or so. So after my shows are done, I mosey on over to the computer to check my email before going to bed—and CRAP!—there was an email from him at 11:14 asking if I was on!! Of course, any other night I would have been right there. 🙁 I emailed back immediately (11:23, only 9 minutes later) but he never responded.
CRAP CRAP @&*^#&*^ CRAP.
But at least I know he’s alive. 🙂
I would honestly have to rank today as one of the worst days, if not THE worst day, of my life so far.
Yes, he’s gone.
And yes, I know there have been bad days in my life, but there is nothing—just NOTHING—like knowing you are saying goodbye to someone for A YEAR. And that someone is your spouse. And knowing they are going to a war zone.
For a year.
A @#*$ year. :'(
So, aside from that alone being enough to rank this as the worst day ever, the weather is horrid—35° and rainy (which, actually, is perfect weather to remain morose all afternoon, so goody for me).
And apparently, I am the most emotional person on earth—no one else I saw dropping off their marines was shedding a tear—or even looked upset or depressed. I, on the other hand, couldn’t even get out of the car because I was so torn up. :'( I guess I am being emotional enough to cover everyone else’s lack of emotion.
Which leads me to the next thing—I feel absolutely horrible (HORRIBLE!) that I couldn’t stay there with Tom. Now, don’t get me wrong—I was ALLOWED to…but I just couldn’t! There is NO WAY ON EARTH I could sit there for four hours with him—in the midst of all those people—and THEN watch the buses leave! Talk about torture!! You might as well just shoot me and get it over with. But I just feel bad, because there were lots of people who WERE staying, and I’m sure Tom would have liked me to stay—although, you gotta love him—he wanted me to do what I was comfortable with. And unfortunately, I just couldn’t stay.
So it was a looooooooooong drive home. In the rain. Crying. And I have to say coming home to an empty house is just about the most depressing thing ever. Of course, Maggie was happy to see me and get out of her crate (and gave me kisses!), but I can’t take anything at face value right now, so I just see her and think about how much Tom loves her and how much he misses her and how I love to see them playing and how he won’t be able to play with her for a year. And just when I think my head hurts so much I can’t possibly cry any more, I start crying again.
It’s going to be a long day.
But like I told mom this morning…today will be horrible, tomorrow will be awful, this weekend will suck, but then it will start getting better! I hope.
So the time is drawing near and although logically I know what’s coming Thursday, I still can’t really believe it. I’m not sure when it will finally hit home—when he’s packing the car, when I drop him off, when I get home to an empty house, my first night sleeping alone, the call in the middle of the night when we gets wherever he’s going, the first morning he’s not there when I wake up, the first day I don’t get a call from him at work (we typically talk at least twice a day, if not more often), the first time I have to do something around the house he normally does…okay, I have to stop, because I’m at work and I don’t want to start crying. 😥
This just sucks, period. 😥
I have been wanting to write about this guy ever since we moved here, but I’ve just never gotten around to it…that, and I never quite knew how I would describe him and what he does/looks like.
Well, today, someone forwarded me a video of him—and I about died laughing. It’s spot on.
This guy stands out on the street corner at a major intersection and does karate moves/acts like a ninja to his boom box (which he always has with him). He is always shirtless, is an ex-marine, and goes by the name Radio. There’s not much more I can say, so just watch the video!!
Stupid $&#!@ government. First they tell us Tom’s leave date has been upped a week, due to leave on January 30. Then they rescind that almost immediately and say, no you will be leaving February 1. Why? You want to $&#!@ know why they added two measly days? Because if they left here on the 30th, they would get to the war zone on the 31st, and then they’d have to pay them FULL DEPLOYMENT PAY for the entire month. And that certainly isn’t going to happen if they have a choice in the matter—god forbid you give your marines a little bonus like that. GRRRRRR.
Tom just emailed me to tell me that he just got the word that he will leave Friday, January 5, 2007. :'(
Due to this being a bit earlier than we had originally anticipated (which was mid-January), we will probably come home to Michigan just a smidge earlier so we can be home for a few days before he has to leave (we’d also like to be here for New Year’s Eve).
Stay tuned for further date information.
Tom’s work schedule has been horrible! This past week was the beginning of his 7-day work weeks—12 hours a day during the week and six hours on Saturday and Sunday. And what makes it worse? He has to be in by 5am! Which means he gets up around 3:30—3:45am. Which means he either takes a two-hour nap when he gets home OR he stays up and goes to bed around 8:30! On the weekends it means a 3-4 hour nap once he gets home—and then the day is practically gone. It really sucks. REALLY.
Hopefully he only has to do it for a month. I say hopefully because that’s the current schedule—but you all know how the USMC likes to change plans midstream (or just plain change their minds).
One good thing is that I think Tom told me a new guy is starting so that means everyone will get one day off a week…or maybe that’s my wishful spin on things and it’s really everyone will get one day off between now and the end of the time frame (mid-October). Yeah, that’s probably it. One day off between now and then. :'(
Tom just called to say “Do you want some good news?” Um, hell yes… He told me that he is no longer scheduled to go to Iraq for a year! It will now be six months!!! WOO HOO!!!
Long story short, technically you can only stay at a duty station X amount of time, and he would reach that amount of time during that deployment. So, he can’t really go over if he could technically be moved. Of course, it’s not guaranteed he’ll be moving (i.e. we could be forced to move to the west coast, in which case we’d be getting out for sure) but it’s a possibility.
But anyway, I’m not thinking about all the detail right now…I’m just concerned with the fact that it won’t be a year!
Tom has about a 98% chance of heading to Iraq in February.
He just switched jobs on base (something you have to do every X number of years) and now he’s considered deployable again. At first it was “between him and another Captain” but he just called to tell me it’s for sure.
Of course, I say “I will believe it when I see the paperwork” — because the last time he was supposed to get deployed, details changed every other week. But we’re pretty sure it’s really going to happen.
The worst thing? It’s supposed to be for a year this time. Again, I say “I will believe it when I see the paperwork” but I have a sinking feeling already…
Our buddy Tom was coming home from six months in Africa so Tom took the morning off to go to New River Air Station (the opposite side of town as Camp Lejeune) to the welcome home celebration. (Aside from wanting to see his best friend, he also wanted to be there to take pictures when Tom saw his son for the first time.)
He said it was very cool—all the helicopters flew over in formation (our buddy was the lead bird) and then landed and all the guys walked inbetween the birds and out to the waiting people. I really would have liked to see it as well (and I could have easily taken the morning off) but we just didn’t really think about it.

Tom’s promotion ceremony was held this morning at approximately 8:10am. They held a full formation (which basically means all the marines in the building have to line up oustide…in formation!), called him to the front, read his pledge or commitment (or whatever it was called—I need to ask him) and then I was called up to help pin on his new rank. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures…I forgot I had the camera in my pocket and we both forgot to ask someone ahead of time to take pictures. Besides, his actual promotion was over in a matter of two minutes—and the entire ceremony (three others were getting promoted as well) was over in a matter of 15 minutes.
After the congratulatory comments afterwards, he got the rest of the day off… we headed straight to the ID center to replace our ID cards (new rank = new cards for both of us) and they have some new system that takes longer now, so we had probably an hour wait. After that, we played hookey the rest of the day and had a blast…
This is the only picture I took of us that day…in the car, waiting for our turn to get new IDs.
