I Need a Deployment Inspiration Filter

SpouseBUZZSpring has sprung here in Virginia! Actually, the local flora had a pretty good jump on springtime well before the vernal equinox this year, as evidenced by the lovely blooming flower pictures I captured at the botanical garden during strolls and bike rides in February. You know, February? That short-ish month generally considered to be solidly in the winter season? It sure didn’t feel like it this year.

Spring has Sprung

I took this photo in February at the Norfolk Bontanical Garden. Spring arrived early this year, bringing with it a deployment and wild inspiration

Though I may have thought wistfully of the pretty snow flurries we weren’t getting, I can’t say I was too upset about getting to enjoy some warmer weather with Sampson before he left. I think the sunshine and the lengthening days even assuaged some of the sting of our farewell — I feel energized and inspired to go forth and do things to kick off this deployment! That’s quite a contrast to last year, when Sampson left in the dreary depths of January and all I could think about was missing out on a cozy “hibernation” with my honey.

I have a problem, though. All this energy and inspiration zinging through me right now is wonderful, but no matter how much the new season is making me feel like an all-conquering wonder woman, the rational part of my brain knows that even a comic book superhero would be hard pressed to accomplish all the possibilities currently firing my imagination.

In my latest SpouseBUZZ post, I ask how I can fit springtime’s early deployment dreams into a reality that doesn’t involve me acquiring superhuman powers. I need your deployment goal secrets, stat, because my wild fantasy-land ideas just aren’t going to cut it.

Hop on over “Spring is Here and I Can Do Anything! Or Maybe Not…” on SpouseBUZZ and hit me with your best deployment goal-setting do’s and don’ts.


When Shared Interests Become a Wedge

SpouseBUZZSometimes, I wonder if my life wouldn’t be easier if I didn’t have so much in common with my husband. Sure, most of the time it’s great that we both love science fiction, have a blast cooking together, get a kick out of LEGO models of the Space Shuttle, enjoy trips to the shooting range, and share a love for the exhilaration of flight. Our common interests brought us together and continue to baffle my mother-in-law, who halfway suspected I was just pretending to like all of “that stuff” for her son’s sake while we were dating.

Fat Albert

I would love to experience an air show from inside this famous C-130. To date, no one has offered me the chance.

When two people enjoy the same things, it’s fantastic when they get to partake of their passions together. When one person gets to do something totally awesome related to one of those shared interests and the other person emphatically does not… well, let’s just say it’s not all Skittles and beer.

In this SpouseBUZZ post, I tell the story of one time — not the first nor last time — I wished that I could either switch places with Sampson or magically quash the fascination of mine that led to an acute case of envious rage.

You may note that I’m a little late in pointing you to this post. When it first went live, there were some technical hiccups that resulted in people’s comments not showing up for several days. I wanted to wait ’til that was resolved before sharing the link here, and then life got busy. Everything should be working now, though, so I’d love it if you could drop by and tell me what you think. Ever wished you could step into your spouse’s shoes for the day? Have you run into trouble that would have been avoided if you didn’t have so darn much in common with your beloved? Tell me I’m not alone at The Mixed Blessing of Shared Interests on SpouseBUZZ.

The “Gotcha” Question

SpouseBUZZThere are some people for whom conversation is a dance, a cooperative venture whose purpose is mutual enlightenment. And then there are those for whom conversation is a competitive sport, the goal of which is to score points on the other player using words as a fencer’s foil.

Sure, they look calm now, but that's only because the fiendish simulator instructor hasn't yet begun to fight.

A few years back, I was ensnared at a squadron get-together by one of the latter sort, one of Sampson’s instructors. He saw fit to turn a “Gotcha!” tactic — which no doubt works wonders on his students — on an unsuspecting Navy wife.

So, who won that exchange of words? Check out my latest on SpouseBUZZ to see how it played out: Will I Ever be an Expert on Military Life?