and safe travels to those traveling.
Personally, we're sitting tight and entertaining a gaggle (or is it passel?) of friends and neighbors with my uber fattening cooking. Yeah baby!
If you get bored with football during Turkey Day...read these...should get you good and fired up.
TSA idiots Blog #1
TSA idiots Blog #2
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Small Rant Regarding the "Stepping in It" Post...
Did what needed to be done and while the situation will eventually be dealt with (hopefully sooner rather than later) I'm still dealing with control freak and the issues. So here is the rant:
Dear You (if you found this, you know who you are),
I do not have time for your paranoid psychosis and controlling manners. There is a fine line that divides what we as leaders can and cannot do...you consistently cross that line into the area in which you do not belong. There are only so many times I can say "you can't do that" or "this is how we have to go about it" before it becomes robotic sounding and starts to piss me off. We are co-, which means equal...not me playing "yes ma'am" to your "do this." That being said...your husband wears the rank, not you. You want the rank, enlist. And finally, until you have the PhD in your hand and are cleared to counsel people, please do not counsel people on their personal problems. It's not your job. There are people that get paid to do that already.
Signed,
Me
P.S. Read the damn handbook and regs...they're there for a reason.
Whew.
Dear You (if you found this, you know who you are),
I do not have time for your paranoid psychosis and controlling manners. There is a fine line that divides what we as leaders can and cannot do...you consistently cross that line into the area in which you do not belong. There are only so many times I can say "you can't do that" or "this is how we have to go about it" before it becomes robotic sounding and starts to piss me off. We are co-, which means equal...not me playing "yes ma'am" to your "do this." That being said...your husband wears the rank, not you. You want the rank, enlist. And finally, until you have the PhD in your hand and are cleared to counsel people, please do not counsel people on their personal problems. It's not your job. There are people that get paid to do that already.
Signed,
Me
P.S. Read the damn handbook and regs...they're there for a reason.
Whew.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Stepping in it...
at some point this evening, I will be "stepping in it." Anyone on the outside of the situation looking in would call it a power struggle...I call it "teaching a young officer's wife her position in the world (or at least in this Company)."
Hence the stepping in it. My usual laid back self paired with a high strung (self admitted) control freak in charge of assisting a Company of wives, passing along info to them and keeping them fairly happy is not working well. You see, I realize that there are certain rules and regulations put into place for very good reasons (don't believe me...Google "Leslie Drinkwine")...my partner, not so much (again...Leslie Drinkwine).
And the time has come (the Walrus said) to slap a little reality on the plate...either choke it down or step away from the table. I've been really, super incredibly good the past few months and put a tether on my opinionated mouth...nice even. But when it comes to a (volunteer) work environment that is rapidly turning hostile, well...I'm done. Unlike my partner, I'm not in for the glory or the title...there is enough life and military experience under this belt to know that the whole point of this group is support, not so much a popularity contest when it really comes down to it. You want to be popular, fine...be popular.
So, tonight...I'm stepping in it. Wish me luck and hope I come out with the use of both legs!
Hence the stepping in it. My usual laid back self paired with a high strung (self admitted) control freak in charge of assisting a Company of wives, passing along info to them and keeping them fairly happy is not working well. You see, I realize that there are certain rules and regulations put into place for very good reasons (don't believe me...Google "Leslie Drinkwine")...my partner, not so much (again...Leslie Drinkwine).
And the time has come (the Walrus said) to slap a little reality on the plate...either choke it down or step away from the table. I've been really, super incredibly good the past few months and put a tether on my opinionated mouth...nice even. But when it comes to a (volunteer) work environment that is rapidly turning hostile, well...I'm done. Unlike my partner, I'm not in for the glory or the title...there is enough life and military experience under this belt to know that the whole point of this group is support, not so much a popularity contest when it really comes down to it. You want to be popular, fine...be popular.
So, tonight...I'm stepping in it. Wish me luck and hope I come out with the use of both legs!
Friday, November 12, 2010
Well...I can think of a few cuts myself....
have you read this little gem (straight to the .pdf) from the "Fiscal Commission" yet? You should. It's their lovely little proposal on where and how to make cuts, set to be delivered to the POTUS ASAP. Nice. Like I said, reading through it, I can think of a few slices and dices I'd like to make.
Read it? Opine away.
Read it? Opine away.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Whoa There...
No, no, no...I've not disappeared off the face of the Earth, just been buried knee deep in being the crazy volunteer and building my own support network of like-minded folk around me here in Deutschland. It's been an interesting few months, to say the very least...having been out of the "living in super cramped housing" loop for so long, I had forgotten how many people are certifiable crazy. I've met and discarded a few the past bit and have discovered that yes...it is possible to live pretty much drama free while living in cramped quarters with a bunch of nutters.
Note that I said pretty much...there has been more than a far share of the crap called drama dumped on my doorstep in the past 6 months. Add to that the responsibilities that I (stupidly) volunteered for with the Family Readiness Group and the pending deployment which seems to draw out the crazy in every milspouse. Well...life in Germany hasn't been perfect but hey...I'm alive.
Note that I said pretty much...there has been more than a far share of the crap called drama dumped on my doorstep in the past 6 months. Add to that the responsibilities that I (stupidly) volunteered for with the Family Readiness Group and the pending deployment which seems to draw out the crazy in every milspouse. Well...life in Germany hasn't been perfect but hey...I'm alive.
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