The adventures of an Air Force spouse

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Confession of a self-proclaimed queen bee

I have a confession to make. Good Friday is a good time to confess, isn’t it? My confession is I am a queen bee and I like it.

Years ago, at another base, someone accused me of being a queen bee. I don’t think I was, but as I thought about it, I liked the idea.

Well, not in the true meaning of the phrase. I don’t want to be a “mean girl” or tough as nails girl. But I do like to be in charge. I like center stage. I like bragging that my husband is a colonel in the Air Force. I like feeling important too. And I like parking in the colonel’s spot at the base commissary.

This personality quirk comes from being the youngest of five.  I never had control of anything growing up. I used to joke I could do nothing that would shock my parents. They’d seen and heard it all before. So I had twins. No one in the family had done that. It made me special.

In today’s world much is out of our control. We have bosses, we have laws and we have government telling us what to do or not to do. It’s darn frustrating for me.

We also have families – parents, siblings, children, grandchildren, spouses. We consider their wants. We put them before our own. I don’t like it!

As a Christian, I strive to be like Jesus, so I do put others before me. Sometimes I rebel and say I’m doing it my way. But you know what, I give in and do what others want to do. I go with the crowd.

I had a hard time when the Good Chaplain came home from his last deployment. For seven months I lived on my own. I could eat what and when I wanted. I could go to the movies when I wanted to see what I wanted. I had no one to check with before I went somewhere. It was freeing. I know he felt the same way except he still had people telling him what to do and where to go. But in his personal time, he didn’t need to consult with anyone about what he wanted to do either.

I hope and pray I don’t come across as selfish or egotistical. I try hard not to be. But as Lorde sings in her song, “Royals”, “You can call me queen bee. Let me live that fantasy.”


The hunt for scholarships

When our daughters picked a college to attend, they both chose the same private school in Illinois. I was happy they would be together, but private school tuition times two? Could we swing that? The Good Chaplain sat down to work the numbers. We could do it, but they were going to have to help…Continue Reading

Quilting Helps Gold Star Families Heal

 Editor’s Note: This article was written by a friend about another friend and published on the JBSA website. By Caryse Harrell | February 01, 2017 The term “Gold Star” describes a family member who has lost a loved one in military service and is a tradition that began during World War I. The Gold…Continue Reading

One more move

Well, it’s that time again. We have a new assignment. We are moving to Langley AFB, Virginia. I’ve never been to that part of the country so I am excited about the location, but I was hoping we would retire out of Biloxi and start a new chapter in our life. Everyone is telling me…Continue Reading

Chappy T Wife to become a book!

I’m so excited! I am working on a short e-book based on this blog. The tentative title is Lessons I’ve Learned as a Military Spouse. Do you like that title? Do you have any suggestions for a different title? I’m open to any and all suggestions. I’ve tossed around the idea of turning ChappyTWife into…Continue Reading

Nursing is not my bag

I am not cut out to be a nurse. I don’t see how nurses do all they do with many patients. I only have one and I am going crazy. You see, the Good Chaplain had foot surgery to clean out an arthritic joint. Post op instructions include lying in bed with his foot propped up…Continue Reading

Go West Young Man!

I remember walking down the hall of the 91st Space Wing at Minot Air Force Base with Eric. Eric was a Space Wing officer who was moving to Vandenberg Air Force Base in California. Eric turned to the Good Chaplain and said, “I’ll see you when you all get to Vandenberg.” What? Did he know…Continue Reading