Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Life After Dell

It's been almost 8 months I realize. The last blog came a few days before the mother of all laptop crashes. We've been computerless ever since and lost without being able to use the "internets". In the ashes of our former Dell computer has risen an old but beloved Power Mac soon to make a comeback into the computer and internet world. Stay tuned. Dial up is awaiting...

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Wet Socks, Chilly Hands, and Melting Snow

When is the last time you zipped yourself up into your Columbia jacket and walked around outside in a snow storm? After spending entirely way too much time in front of the computer I decided to take full responsibility of my cabin fever and head out for a walk with the dog. It was lightly snowing when I left the house, but soon it turned into a full on downpour of precipitation. I was all bundled up with gloves and a hood over my head. Chinook (my dog) is lucky enough to be one of the furriest pets I know. He was more than obliged to get out of the house, al beit a gloomy and wet day. As we were walking I couldn't remember the last time I purposely left the house on a day like this.

Suddenly I began thinking of all the snowy days I set out for the hills of General Mitchell Elementary or the snow slide of Cudahy park. In tow was my bright orange sled and I trudged along Ramsey Avenue in light blue snow pants. It didn't matter if it were bleow zero, a line at the snow slide was inevitable. Dozens of my friends also braved the weather. Being outside was important. It didn't matter if I had ice packed snow stuck to the top of my zipper, annoyingly rubbing on the bottom of my chin. I was happy to embrace the weather and the fresh flakes that would send me reeling to the bottom of the hill.

In recent years the thought of stepping foot outside for anything other than a quick jaunt to the car or a heated building sends "I don't think so" thoughts immediately to my brain. At what point did I begin to worry more about wet socks than enjoying the season?

Today I walked in the snow for pleasure. Even after several passerby gave me confused looks, I was happy to curl my fingers inside my gloves and shake off accumulating snow at the cuffs of my jeans. When we finally returned home, a puddle of melting snow formed around my shoes, which of course I promptly stepped in. But it didn't really matter. I had been outside, and it was important.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Tribute to our soldiers

I have fought the good fight,
I have finished the race,
I have kept the faith.
~2 Tim. 4:7

I read this verse in the signature of a fellow member of a military support forum. I can't get it out of my head and I wanted to post it here so that everyone remembers. God bless our troops.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Challenge Yourself - Be an Army Civilian - Go Army!

Warning: This blog will be continuously flooded with Army acronyms. Get used to it. I had to.

My quest continues for employment. However, I have decided to dash my hopes and dreams of becoming an Army Civilian. Yes, I know that many of you are shocked by this decision as it has been a dream of mine to be employed by the federal government for some time. I will miss their ever useful and efficient employment search engine. I will miss being denied for one clerk/administrative position after another, but it was all worth it. Am I sounding bitter?

This really wasn't supposed to be a rant, but I suppose it has turned into one. I'm at a loss on how to fix my resume to show the government's computerized system that I can excell at being a receptionist for the United States Army. I've officially thrown in the towel. What aggravates me most about this process is that a computerized system is deciding whether or not I have the skills to be qualified for positions that don't even require a college degree.

Yes, our PCS (Permanent Change of Station) has been a blessing in many ways. It has afforded us the opportunity to be within a day's drive of our hometown and it has placed my husband in a non-deployable unit. However, it has left us with a decrease in salary as I have had to uproot my former position in Colorado Springs. Once again, within a years time, I am unemployed. So, unless you are a teacher or a nurse you can forget finding employment. I've realized that there are more than 20,000 soldiers with families on this post (Army installations are called posts while Air Force installations are called bases) and every one of them is applying for government jobs because they are close to home and well, we're out in the middle of nowhere. I promised myself that I would thrive - no matter where I was and I would defeat the "nurse/teacher" theory as being the military wife's occupation of choice. Unfortunately I have failed. I'm applying for my substitute teaching certificate as we speak.

Friday, February 04, 2005


So we made our second successful PCS move to Ft. Leonard Wood, MO. The funny thing is that I knew what I was getting myself into moving here, yet I'm still in a daze at how completely empty it is.

Today I took a drive off post to return a movie at Blockbuster. Thanks to "No More Late Fees" our 2-day rental is without penalty for being 4 days late. Anyhow, I drove up Missouri Avenue to be faced with numerous pawn shops, alteration and laundry facilities, "NAILS, NAILS, NAILS", a run down dealer Sears store, KFLW (Ft. Leonard Wood's token radio station who plays "hits from the 80's, 90's, and today"...blazae blah), and Joe's Authentic Korean Food. There are many other stores and services scattered along the poor run down road with "Road Improvements Coming Summer 2005", but those are the few that come to mind. I found myself wondering what made Joe move to Pulaski County in the first place and how does someone like Joe open an authentic Korean restaurant? I made a note to myself to stop in there one day. After all, it looks as though I will have a lot of time on my hands until my quest for employment ends. I wonder if Joe is hiring?

Right now I'm sitting in the spare bedroom with two opened and unpacked boxes to my right. I wanted to see if there was anything important in those two boxes, but it turns out there wasn't. I'll save the unpacking for a more inspirational day. Behind me is my old beloved bed piled high with a TV, empty suitcase, empty computer boxes, pillows, bedding, fake flowers, and a random dabble of books. It has come to me that when we finally ETS from this place in June of 2006, I NEVER want to move again. Whatever ranch home we settle into will be Homestead "Schween" Family from here on out. I figure it will make our future children happy to have roots in a town they will know 8 ways from Sunday for the rest of their lives. Don't hold me to that - this is just the ramblings of a woman who is darn near tired of moving at the whim of the government.

Right now I just want to go to the Chancery for dinner. Unfortunately it isn't one of the many restaurants spewed along Missouri Avenue.