It’s the Navy Life

My May

Posted on May 22, 2013 in Adulthood Stole My Cool, It's the Navy Life

My May 3

You guys.  I miss you.  So much.  Do you miss me?  (Say yes!  Validate me! Validate me!)

Can we talk about the last three weeks?  Holy bejeezus.  I don’t even know what happened.

Oh, wait.  Yes I do.  Night Stalker returned.  And hasn’t left.  And turned into Day Stalker as well.  The. Child. Won’t. Sleep.  Between teething and a nagging cough, the kid is a mess.  And she’s turned me into a mess.  Couple that with an abnormally busy social calendar, and no blogging for me.  We all know I can only blog regularly when I maintain my shut-in status.

But things are looking up.  Elisabeth’s cough is clearing up and she’s starting to return to napping.  The cough that she gave me is starting to clear up, too, so maybe one night this year I’ll get an uninterrupted night of sleep.  (Seriously, we are ALWAYS sick now!  Always!)

Elisabeth's new favorite sleeping position.  In case you can't tell, that's MY bed.

Elisabeth’s new favorite sleeping position. In case you can’t tell, that’s MY bed.

Last night I went to bed at 9:00.  Yes, that happened.  I’m planning on doing that again tonight, so let me just give you a quick recap of my goings-on this past month.

-I bought a juicer.  So that was exciting.

-My friend Claudia moved.  It’s quite sad.  Soon there is going to be a mass exodus of VFA-115 spouses.  It’s part of the Navy life.  But a really crappy part.  Luckily, before the actual good-bye is always a good-bye party.

We miss you, Claudia!

We miss you, Claudia!

-I helped plan and attended a Cinco de Mayo luncheon with a group of Japanese Officer Spouses.  Have you ever seen Japanese women try to hit a pinata?  Hi-lar-i-ous.

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-I went to another party.  This happened.

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Why?

-Damon completed an Olympic-distance triathlon.  What a stud.

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-I believe somewhere in there was Mother’s Day.  I’m not sure though.

-I joined the board of our Atsugi Officer’s Spouse Association.  Nothing really blog-worthy here, except that I have spent a good deal of time reviewing high school scholarship applications, among other things.  And I thank the good Lord I am no longer in high school!  Can I get an “Amen” to that!?

-I shattered my iPhone and had to venture off to the Tokyo Apple Store in Shibuya.  I will write more on this experience later.  For now I’ll just tell you this: The Shibuya train station has 16 exits.  SIXTEEN.  Do you think a certain blogger got lost in a freaking train station?  Perhaps.

-Badman Week happened.  I know you don’t know what that is.  Remember when I wrote about how living on base during deployment is like being in a sorority again?  Well, Badman week a week-long competition between the squadrons: Think softball, basketball, golf, and various other sporting events.  Greek week but with Naval aviators instead of frat boys.  And since men handle “friendly competition” and, ahem, losing, so well, it was a really pleasant time.

No but really.  It was fun.  And there were more parties.  Like the Rock ‘N Roll themed one below.

My friend is schwing-ing.  (Wayne's World!) I'm... being awkward.

My friend is schwing-ing. (Wayne’s World, duh!) I’m… being awkward.

And the spouse clubs got to compete in volleyball.  I haven’t touched a volleyball in around 14 years.  We lost.  Sad face.

Lady Eagles.

Lady Eagles.

And another party.  Excuse me – a Ball!

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I don’t know why we are doing the sorority squat here. Once again, awkward. I also don’t know why I don’t have any pictures of my husband and me. Whoops.

Okay, at this point I think we can admit I haven’t blogged because I’ve been fatigued, but hungover.  Not my fault.

So there you go.  My month of May in a nutshell.  A blog-shell?*  Stay tuned, I have much more to share with you.  Thanks for your patience 🙂

*Clearly it is time for me to go to bed.

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I Think I’m Learning Japanese

Posted on Mar 1, 2013 in It's the Navy Life

I think I’m learning Japanese, I really think so.* Just kidding.  I thought I was learning Japanese, but this weekend provided me a harsh reality check. It only took me eight months of living in Japan to crack open my Rosetta Stone.  And it will probably take me double that time to actually comprehend anything I’m supposed to be learning.  I’m not going to try and explain here Rosetta Stone’s method.  Because I can’t.  I have absolutely no clue what or how it it is trying to teach me.  All I know is when I turn on my laptop, strange-sounding words emanate from my speakers, slides of very Anglo-looking people appear (this is the Japanese version, right?  Oh, wait!  They’re holding chopsticks!  Yup, we’re good to go!), and I’m supposed to click or type or chant or something.  It’s all very confusing. Nevertheless, after completing several lessons (and repeating them) over the past couple months, I felt confident that I had learned something.  I’ve known the basic phrases for a while: Hello (konnichiwa), goodbye (sayonara), thank you (arigato gozaimasu), excuse me (sumimasen), and I’m sorry (gomen nasai)**.  I’ve gotten by with these phrases just fine, but I was ready to move on.  As it turns out, my parents were visiting and we were spending a few days in Tokyo.  My dad doesn’t believe in public transportation, so as we were hailing a cab I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to exercise my new language skills. “Konnichiwa!” I exclaimed as I climbed into a cab.  And then I froze.  What do I say next?  WHAT DO I SAY!?  All of a sudden I realized that while knowing how to say things like, “The girl eats/is eating rice,” makes me sound really smart to anyone who knows less Japanese than I do, it holds zero practicality.  Zero.  What I really need to know how to say is, “We’d like to go to the East Gardens of the Imperial Palace, please.”  Why doesn’t Rosetta Stone teach me that? Humbled and ashamed, I fumbled through my guidebook and pointed to our...

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It’s the Sorority Life

Posted on Nov 10, 2012 in It's the Navy Life

Disclaimer: I was a sorority girl.  Or maybe, I am a sorority girl?  (I think it’s like the Marines: Once a Marine, Always a Marine.  Once a Kappa Delta, Always a Kappa Delta.)  So as you read this blog, please keep in mind that I think sororities are a good thing.  Really, I do!  Here goes: Living on base is like being in a sorority.  But with more babies and less boozing. Okay, maybe about the same amount of boozing.  But absolutely more babies. For those of you who aren’t military spouses, let me offer you some very, very basic background: My husband is in a squadron, one of many on the base.  Each squadron has a corresponding spouse club.  My husband’s squadron is called “The Eagles.”  The ladies in my spouse club are the “Lady Eagles.”  It’s complicated, I know, but stay with me. When all these squadrons deploy, the base is left with a lot of women (and to be fair, a few men) all organized into these pre-existing clubs.  And sorority-esque antics ensue!  Are you on pins and needles waiting to read about all the juicy drama???  All those women living in close quarters and seeing each other day in and day out?  Hardly any men to keep down the crazy?  Oh, you can see the Bravo show now, can’t you?! Sorry to disappoint.  Being in a sorority was freaking fun, so getting to relive some of that at a more… mature age… can be kind of awesome. I can’t say that all spouse clubs create this kind of environment, as I’ve never been a part of another spouse club.  But I’m willing to hypothesize that the certain set of conditions we experience at NAF Atsugi contribute to the sisterly environment: Living on base… In a foreign country… With deployed husbands.  Put those together and what do you get? T-shirts. Bad Girl Games. Dance parties.  You’re a little jealous now, aren’t you?  And you don’t even know what Bad Girl Games are.  I’ll get there in a minute. But first, the t-shirts. The hallmark of any...

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