Friday, August 31, 2012

Apparently OPSEC is a joke...




I tend to join quite a few military groups while Huzzy is gone. I avoid the news but I still like to have my feelers out there so I have an idea of what's going on. Whether Huzzy tells me anything or not, I'll find out what's up from one of these ladies who obviously have no regard for OPSEC whatsoever.

Today I was reading (trolling) one of the groups and found a pretty innocent post. It was basically just a post about what the group members were excited for, happy about, etc. People were posting about plans for the weekend, house remodeling and other inconsequential things. That's cool.

Then I get to the comment from someone who is obviously way too happy to bother checking to make sure she wasn't revealing too much. To most people, the post seemed simple enough. She posted about how long (exact number of days) her husband has been gone. She was excited because she knew when he was going to be in port (which I won't repeat here) and chose to share that with the group.

There are over 3,000 people in this group. From what little that woman posted (and a quick trip to Google), I now know what ship her husband is on. Even if I wasn't sure exactly which one (many times more than one ship leaves on the same day) the big ass picture of his ship on her Facebook profile kind of gives it away.  Since she was kind enough to tell me when the ship will be pulling in, I also know generally where in the world he is. I can safely assume he will be pulling in to one of two possible ports.

Good thing I'm not one of the bad guys, huh?

But who's to say all of the other 3,000 people in that group are as trustworthy as myself?

I know that most people will read what she wrote and not think anything of it. It doesn't say when he comes home, right? So how bad could it be?

Right. Because we never get attacked in foreign ports. Never.







Thursday, August 30, 2012

Mommy's About To Pull Out All Her Hair

I knew that this deployment was going to be rougher than the last, I just don't think I expected it to be so exhausting!

Ahh, the joys of living with a 2 year old and a puppy! I use the term "puppy" loosely here... Misty is pretty much full grown at this point, but she's still a puppy in terms of her age. Between the dog and Baby Girl I have had to replace and throw out so many things I want to cry.

The worst part is they are a tag team effort. Baby Girl will go hunting for shoes, which Misty will then obediently chew to shreds. We have lost at least 7 pairs of shoes this way. The attachments to our practically new vacuum are toast. Our wonderful, comfy living room chair has been ripped open. Baby Girl likes to pull out all the stuffing and throw it on the floor. There's crayon on my walls, urine stains in my carpet and the garden hose is chewed to shreds.

Actually I'm fairly convinced that the dog is trying to kill me. I didn't have a working house phone for two days because Misty cut the lines from outside. Then I accidentally electrocuted myself while vacuuming because I didn't know she had chewed up a small part of the cable, exposing all the shiny sparky wires within. Did I mention the TV cable that got chewed through last week? Thank God I'm pretty handy with wiring, that I could fix myself. Add to that all the stuff that has broken just because of that wonderful deployment curse....

Last deployment looks like a breeze in comparison. No dog and Baby Girl wasn't even walking yet. Kind of makes me wonder why I was so stressed last time. I'd much rather have that deployment all over again than deal with this one!

Huzzy is, of course, no help at this point. How can he be? Thousands of miles from home all he can really do is listen to me vent and try to offer "solutions". His big solution lately has been to buy the dog some chew toys. Really? I never thought of that!! /sarcasm

Honestly though, the dog doesn't care. I've gotten her dozens of chew toys and still she chews up everything. And Baby Girl helps her do it. I've already lost this war.

Please, is this deployment over yet? I need a vacation!!!


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Huzzy Thinks He's An Artist

Sorry, sorry. I know I've been pretty much non-existent for the last few weeks at least. My first term is coming to an end, I'm finally finished all my projects and papers and I'm about to have a little downtime. This deployment is also kicking my butt. I hate to say it, but it's true. I'm exhausted. Last year it wasn't so bad. Baby Girl was only crawling and it was so much easier to keep her contained. Now that she's two it's like all hell has broken loose in my house. I'm barely making it day to day sometimes. I live on Red Bull. I'm not sure how moms with more than one child do it, but I tip my hat them. Bright side? I'm getting over my case of baby fever. I'm also counting down the days until I can stick her butt in preschool.

Huzzy has been sweet about keeping up with letters, all of which I save and treasure. It is really amusing though, the change in them over time. His letters started out really sweet, full of I-love-yous and I-miss-yous. And they still are. But they're also full of topics of a more...risque nature. A couple days ago the mailman left three letters in the mailbox for me. The first one was all sweet declarations of love. The second was damn near soft-core erotica. Not that I'm complaining, mind. The third one... Well, I guess he got tired of beating around the bush and wanted to get straight to the point. It was a (poorly) drawn picture of two stick figures having sex.

Dear Lord, please bring my man home soon. Methinks he's going crazy out there. I have to say though, it made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt.

What about you girls? Ever get any...interesting letters from your man during deployment? I'm sure I can't be the only one.