Traveling Bucket List

Like many other people, I have a ” Places to Travel” list. I have decided that whether I have been there or not I would redo my list and add places that I have already traveled to. I want new eyes and perspective on things, gain something new from places I have been hundred of times.  I do not know when I will have the chance to visit all these places, but it would be an amazing adventure! Where have you traveled to? What MUST SEE places do I need to go to?

 

Akrotiri
Albania
American Samoa
Andorra
Anguilla
Antigua and Barbuda
Argentina
Armenia
Aruba
Ashmore and Cartier Islands
Australia
Austria
Bahamas, The
Barbados
Belarus
Belgium
Belize
Bermuda
Bhutan
Bolivia
Bosnia and Herzegovina
Brazil
British Virgin Islands
Bulgaria
Burma
Cambodia
Canada
Cape Verde
Cayman Islands
Chile
China
Christmas Island
Cocos (Keeling) Islands
Colombia
Cook Islands
Costa Rica
Cote d’Ivoire
Croatia
Cuba
Cyprus
Czech Republic
Denmark
Dhekelia
Dominica
Dominican Republic
Ecuador
Egypt
El Salvador
Estonia
Ethiopia
Europa Island
Faroe Islands
Fiji
Finland
France
French Guiana
French Polynesia
French Southern and Antarctic Lands
Germany
Greece
Greenland
Grenada
Guadeloupe
Guam
Guatemala
Guernsey
Guinea
Holy See (Vatican City)
Honduras
Hong Kong
Hungary
Iceland
India
Indonesia
Iran
Ireland
Israel
Italy
Jamaica
Japan
Jordan
Kenya
Korea, South
Laos
Latvia
Lebanon
Liechtenstein
Lithuania
Luxembourg
Macau
Macedonia
Madagascar
Malawi
Malaysia
Maldives
Mali
Malta
Marshall Islands
Mexico
Moldova
Monaco
Mongolia
Morocco
Mozambique
Namibia
Nauru
Nepal
Netherlands
Netherlands Antilles
New Caledonia
New Zealand
Nicaragua
Niger
Nigeria
Norfolk Island
Northern Mariana Islands
Norway
Oman
Pakistan
Palau
Panama
Papua New Guinea
Paracel Islands
Paraguay
Peru
Philippines
Pitcairn Islands
Poland
Portugal
Puerto Rico
Qatar
Romania
Russia
Saint Helena
Saint Kitts and Nevis
Saint Lucia
Saint Pierre and Miquelon
Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
Samoa
San Marino
Sao Tome and Principe
Saudi Arabia
Senegal
Serbia and Montenegro
Seychelles
Singapore
Slovakia
Slovenia
Solomon Islands
South Africa
South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands
Spain
Sri Lanka
Sweden
Switzerland
Syria
Taiwan
Tanzania
Thailand
Tonga
Trinidad and Tobago
Turkey
Tuvalu
Uganda
Ukraine
United Arab Emirates
United Kingdom
United States
Uruguay
Vanuatu
Venezuela
Vietnam
Virgin Islands
Yemen
Zambia
Zimbabwe

Traveling Picture Diary

So with us moving overseas in six weeks I have contemplated on writing and updating a series of blog posts about cities I have visited with and without the husband. It allows me to remember all the fun times and allows me to see how beautiful and vast this glorious world is. I would love suggestions of things to visit from various areas (bonus and mad props if you could add food places too!) Being a milso has taught me to value the places where we live and gives me the ability to adapt to my surroundings. As I embark on these next few blog posts I hope that it fuels others to travel to a city less known. There are tons of hidden gems that have yet to be discovered and I hope that where ever you may find yourself, that you feel a sense of wonder. I believe that as a species we have forgotten to accept the simplistic beauty the world has to offer. From sitting in a coffee shop downtown Sioux Falls or at the beach in La Union, Philippines, I wish safe travels to you and a sense of calm serenity.

Getting Closer

As I drive down the side roads near my home, I find myself in a sort of calm sadness. We are closer and closer to our move date, and I feel a bittersweet excitement. In a few short weeks I will be jobless, having applied to a few places but only to have them say to apply once I am in country. I understand their need for me to actually be in country, but I would rather have a guaranteed job rather than heading their without  my own source of income. I have never felt so vulnerable…until now.

The idea that all I will have is my husband and the girls is a SCARY thing for a woman like me. A woman who has never known what it feels like to be a “stay at home”. Ali suggested that I take the time to just go to school…but I can not just let me career go…it is not that easy. We do not have children, just dogs. As the days get closer to us moving I am starting to feel like a cornered animal. I am running out of options. So many people are telling me it is difficult to find a job on the island….GREAT.

Just let go and let God Lahaina….LET GO AND LET GOD.

I Hear You Lord…..

God has a sense of humor, or He simply heard my cries yesterday…I’ll tell you why.

With the days going by faster than the bullet train, I have started to get more and more stressed out with the idea that we are moving. THERE IS SO MUCH TO DO and SO LITTLE TIME! I had a mini melt down last night with Ali, telling him that I am just one person and I needed help with this whole moving process. I know that he has been busy with work, but when I get home and not only do I have homework, but I have house chores to do, I admit I crack just a little more.

Passport still needs to get ordered, dental work, down sizing…how do I pick and chose what memories I want to keep with me, and how do I choose which ones to throw away? The idea that I have to pick and choose memories to fit inside a book size box, can be daunting to anyone. The idea that we are limited in the number of pounds we get to pack up and ship out, can even be more stressful…the couch? How much does that weigh? Do I REALLY need all that yarn?

Well, I get an email from Ali this morning and I instantly start to tear up after reading the first few lines. The chaplain of the squadron sent it out THE DAY AFTER my mini breakdown…it reads as follows:

“Lots of moving… Moving… Moving… Moving far from home… Moving two cars, three kids and one dog…all riding with the military spouses…of course. Moving sofas to basements because they won’t go in THIS house; Moving curtains that won’t fit; Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours. Moving away from friends; Moving toward new friends; Moving the most important luggage: the trunk full of memories.
Often waiting… Waiting… Waiting… Waiting for housing. Waiting for orders. Waiting for deployments. Waiting for phone calls. Waiting for reunions. Waiting for the new curtains to arrive. Waiting for the military member to come home, For dinner…AGAIN!
They call them ‘Military Dependents’, but they know better: They are fiercely In-Dependent.
They can balance a check book; Handle the yard work; Fix a noisy toilet; Bury the family pet…
They are intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts…can file the taxes; Sell a house; Buy a car; Or set up a move…all with ONE Power of Attorney.
They welcome neighbors that don’t welcome them. They reinvents their careers with every PCS; Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south. And learn to call them all ‘home’. They MAKE them all home.  Military Spouses are somewhat hasty… They leap into: Decorating, Leadership, Volunteering, Career alternatives, Churches, And friendships. They don’t have 15 years to get to know people. Their roots are short but flexible. They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.
Military Spouses quickly learn to value each other: They connect over coffee, Rely on the spouse network, Accept offers of friendship and favors. Record addresses in pencil…Military Spouses have a common bond: The Military Spouse has a Companion unlike other Companions; their mate’s commitment is unique. He/she doesn’t have a ‘JOB’ –it is a ‘MISSION’ that one can’t just decide to quit… on-call for the country 24/7. But for the military spouse, their confidant can be the most unreliable person in town! Military language is foreign TDY PCS OPR SOS ACC BDU ACU BAR CIB TAD EPR And so, a Military Spouse is a translator for the family. They are the long- distance link to keep them informed; the glue that holds them together.
A Military Spouse has moments: He/She wants to wring necks sometimes; Dye uniforms purple; Refuse to move to Siberia; But they pull themselves together. Give them a few days, A travel brochure, A long hot bath, A pledge to the flag, A wedding picture, And off they go. They pack. They move. They follow.
Why? What for? How come? You may think it is because they have lost their minds. But actually it is because they have lost their hearts. It was stolen from them by an citizen soldier, Who puts duty first, Who longs to deploy, Who salutes the flag, And whose boots in the doorway remind them that as long as they are military members, they will remain the military spouse.  And would have it no other way.”

THIS. THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL. It gave me comfort that I am not the only person that feels this way. It made me feel NORMAL. It isn’t easy, but yes, we wouldn’t have it any other way. So to the military spouses just like me, who are worried about what can and can’t go with you to your next duty station….WE CAN GET THROUGH IT.

Bust or Butts?

So, I have started going back to the gym with my best friend, trying to prep myself into shape before moving overseas to a country where the ideal size for a woman is a zero….Side note: I will NEVER be a zero….Anyway…This is how our conversation went with my bestie Jen

Me: Yeah, my butt is the first thing to come back when I start working out my boobs are the LAST thing to go. I lose it in my hips and everywhere else but the boobs ALWAYS are the last to go…

Jen: Thats good though right?

Me: Yeah but at least let them go down to a B! Geez….these kill my back

Ali: WAIT WHAATTT??? A B? Ummm I wasn’t informed of this….

Me: *laughing* Yeah honey I want them to go down to a B! Plus I thought you were an ASS guy?

Ali: I am…but a B? I wasn’t consulted on this. We will talk about this later

 

Apparently my husband does not want me to lose my boobs….who knew? haha

My husband (bless his heart) everyone. He loves me and it is moments like this that make me smile.

Still not Pregnant

still not pregnant This is not our child….we were babysitting. If you can remember…from my previous post a few months back….we want children…more than anything. We were watching our friends adorable child (he is 3 and a half months by the way…yes THAT IS a lot of hair). He insisted that he change his diaper and feed him….seeing this…how amazing of a man he is and what an even more amazing father he will be….made me want one more than ever. Our first born (the furbaby in the picture) Kikko’s face is PRICELESS! Kikko looks so sad….as if to say ” Oh no….the baby fever has begun!”

I just thought I would give a little update on us…how we still want children…and no…it has not happened yet. BELIEVE ME, you guys (and possibly the entire world) will know when we are pregnant….

Bob Ross Like a Boss

bobrosslikeaboss THIS is what happens when your husband is deployed and you have time on your hands after work and school….you #bobrosslikeaboss . The Joy of Painting has not only helped me sleep better, but it has helped me learn how to relax again. With everything going on in life, it’s  nice to just unwind and take a moment to do something you love to do. For my first painting…it turned out ok, minus the clear point that someone might have peed in my lake….Not too shabby.