Let's play a game

We used to do this in drama, but we had to close our eyes, and since you can't read with your eyes closed...Just bear with me. So  what happens is I describe something, a place and you imagine it. I'm not describing a place though so, anyways, let's shove that confusion to the side and begin.

I'll keep it simple, nothing lengthy, there's nothing worse than a lengthy blog...........

Anyways, I want you to imagine your life, what you do on a daily basis. Wake up throw whatever clothes you feel like on. Maybe go to school or work or just lounge around your house, it's summer after all. Maybe you want to go to the store, but your still in your PJs. Oh well people do it all the time, no biggie. So you go to the store, you're walking around and briefly notice a dude in camis, but give it no further thought. You head back home speeding through your neighborhood, who cares you never see kids playing out here anyways.

Your mom, cause we all know you still live with your mom, mentions you're looking a little scruffy, maybe you should get a hair cut. You brush it off, you can't be bothered with petty things like to shave or get a hair cut when you HAVE to play Call of Duty today.

Your girlfriend, or boy friend, calls you to tell you they're going out of town for a week to the beach in Florida and they're gonna miss you soooooooo much, yes with that many "o's."

Again your mom comes in and comments about how your room is a mess and you should definitely clean it and wash your clothes, you tell her your clothes are clean and wrinkles aren't a big deal no one cares what you wear.

You go to sleep after talking to your girlfriend or boyfriend for hours and in the morning do it all again.

If this is your life, you have a fabulous life!

Now let me tell you about mine. Every morning I get woken up at 05:45 courtesy of my hubby's alarm. He rolls out of bed and goes into the bathroom, shuts the door and turns on the light so he wont wake me (Thank you honey!). If I don't hear his razor going, I know he has fallen asleep standing up or he has forgotten in which case I sleepily remind him. He turns the light off, after hes done shaving, and opens the door. Our dogs are sitting patiently at the door because they know 05:45 means it's time to go potty! He lets them out and then goes to the second bedroom where he keeps his camis and uniforms.

If it's winter he's lucky, that means he doesn't have to roll his sleeves every week, if it's summer that means each week I get to watch him roll, try on, un-roll if they're not perfect and re-roll his sleeves, try on again to see if they're perfect and if they are, joy. This will usually take any where from 20-30 minutes.

Let's pretend it's summer his blouse is the last thing he puts on, because he despises his sleeves and will take sleeves down any day no matter how hot it is outside. And don't you dare call his blouse a shirt or jacket, you'll get a stern look and a reply, "It's called a blouse." I personally like to play "find the EGA" when he's in camis, that's always fun, until you've found them and then there's no point.

Before he leaves he comes in and gives me a kiss, tells me he loves me and he'll see me later. He lets the dogs in and puts on his blouse and cover, also don't call his cover a hat because you'll get the same look and reply you got when you called him blouse a jacket/shirt.

Whenever work decides to let him leave he comes home and the first thing he does is change, I get a smooch some where in there, but not before that blouse is off, it's the devil. I tell him I want to go to the store, meaning he has to change completely. He can't wear his camis in town and not even his skivvy shirt, big no no.

If he sees an army boy in the store with camis on I get to hear, "Nasties." Every time, without fail. If we see a Marine in the store with flip flops on or a hat on I get to hear the same comment. When I say every time I mean every time.

See that's the thing, he can't decide not to shave one day or not to get a hair cut. He can't say "oh I don't feel like washing my camis this week, oh well."

If I get a call from him and he says he's going out of town for the weekend, I know instantly, a weekend does not mean a weekend. It means, "until they decide I'm done."

We can't speed in our neighborhood, PMO will pull you over, we have to show our I.D. every time we drive onto base or go to MCX.

And then there's the uniforms and medals and ribbons, the boots, the shirt stays, OD colored EVERYTHING, the sea bags, the gear, the bags, the skivvy shirts, PT gear-is it boots and Utes or rainbow? The IP's every week that need to be fixed, PT, PFT, CFT, boards, promotions, CAC's, ranks, BAH, BAS, PCS, is he going to do MSG, the covers, the blouses, the pants, don't you call the Blues jacket black. I know how many blue threads there are to every black thread in that thing, knowing why he has a blood stripe and others don't. I know what a blood stripe is, what a rocker and a chevron are, and that the thing in the middle isn't a pineapple, although it bears a striking resemblance. Alpha's, Bravo's, Charlie's, Delta's, why some guys have swirly things on the top of their covers called a quatrefoil. I know how old the USMC is, the difference between a dinning in and a ball, what the Tun Tavern is and it's significance to the Corps. You say "yes sir/ma'am" to them if you don't know their rank, how many days it takes to get FSA, TMO, PMO, MOL, TBS, where and what "The Stumps" are, the little town there where they train, Anymouse, who Jodie is, what a green weeny is, i know why in the middle of summer some guys have their sleeves down and are standing in a circle in the middle of a field with guns. ALICE and MOLLE, MALS, MAG, H&HS, VMFA, VMF, I know the abbreviations for every rank, I know people are arguing over how to say "Lejeune," what a billet is, below, in and above zone, MOS, MEU, What the brig is, why guys of different ranks can't hang out together. The bathroom is not called such, but called a "head." FUBAR, Who or what a Smokey is, if you don't know who Chesty Puller is, keep that to yourself and never tell anyone.TAD. CIF.
We have to put in Leave to go some where and how far we can go on a 96.
CONUS and OCONUS.
That we don't want to go to Japan because that's usually unaccompanied for a year or more.
BCP and fat bodies.
Devil Dogs and DI's. Who Boots are and why my husband hates them.
Duty is just a cruel joke to wives.
NCO or SNCO
EAS and Terminal leave.
What field day is and why it's the sum of all evil.
That no, the guy's name is not "Roger"  or "Err," is easier to say apparently than "ok."
What a grunt is and how dangerous that MOS is.
UA/AWOL
When someone says "They're a hat," they mean DI.
What a  Hollywood Marine is.
HQMC
What a hump is and no it's not what you think.
The truth of the phrase, "Hurry up and wait."
Who Iron Mike is.
Jarhead
What kevlar is and a Ka-bar
MCI, MCMAP, MCT, MEF, MEPS.
What Motard is.
That I love being OFP!!
what a recall roster is.
BCG
What scrambled eggs are and who wears them.
SIQ
what a wooly pully is.
And the ever important phrase that every Marine Wife lives by, Semper Gumby.

We don't make long term plans, we don't choose where we live or how long we live there.
They tell us when we can have a vacation or when I get to see my husband.

USMC, they didn't promise me a rose garden. Good thing too, 'Cause I don't like roses!