Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Healthier Year

I've got some serious mom baggage just lingering around the waist line!  It makes for outfit shopping rather difficult.  Larger waists usually mean baggier pants #thestruggle.

But we're committed to a healthier year.  In fact, I've got 12-15 weeks (military time is not one I can every truly calculate) until my husband returns, and while he's been spending his down time working on those gains, I've been gaining in the not-so-pleasant areas.  Cue the classic new year mantra - work out.  

Fitness Centers on based aren't only for those that need to be "fit to fight."  They're an awesome resource available to the entire family- and completely FREE!  I remember as a new spouse visiting the first gym on base.  I was terrified and I was so afraid I was doing something wrong, like as if I wasn't supposed to be there, but I put on my big girl pants and started asking the staff questions and next thing I knew, the gym felt like home.  

In Colorado, you can never fully predict the weather, so flexible outfits are a must.  These leggings are thin and super comfortable.  They move with you effortlessly!  I also broke my rule and ran in my new Nike's that I got from Macy's.  They are a youth size, and although I wear an 8.5 in women's, in youth I wear a 7.  They are my favorite athleisure shoe, but they were amazingly comfortable to run in.  I can't forget the lightweight Columbia fleece pull over.  It's light enough to let you move freely, but soft enough to keep the Colorado chill out.  

And... I cannot start a healthy work out regimen, without Spark.  It's my go to for energy and replaces........ coffee.  

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

A New Day

In 2017 I wrote one post.  That was it.  One blog post.  

I struggled to find words worth sharing with the unknown.  My thoughts were delicate and the idea of putting them out there for people to dissect terrified me, but this last year has stretched my confidence farther than it has ever known.

This year, with a community of friends that leave me confident in who I am, in all my silliness and messiness, I'm taking back what I enjoy.  

We have some fun plans for this year.  Military life is a difficult one, but we love it so much, so this blog is going to focus on just what our life is, a military lifestyle blog.  You'll see me chat about our silly adventures, my love for fashion, base housing d├ęcor, and tips and tricks on surviving the military life.  

So for 2018, I'm entering this new year ready for risks.  So, here goes...

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Looking Fresh in 2017

Jacey Caldwell Photography

We've been in colorful Colorado now for about 7 months.  The first two months I went kicking and screaming but I've slowly found a groove settling into my new reality that actually has me really missing the Southern California sunny coastline.  

Many of our friends and family want to know what we've been up to since I slowly started going MIA when it came to social media.  I'd post here and there, but our lives got real busy that I hadn't been in contact with many of you, so I decided to change that up and transform this blog into our life ramblings, updates, and probably a lot more wardrobe posts than what most of ya'll will care to read about.


We're all happy and healthy.  Jon starts every day putting on the Uniform and wouldn't have it any other way, and neither would I (cue the heart eyes).  He's been bulking up on his free time and learning to adjust to coming home to an empty house since his wife and kiddos are still in transit from their own days.  The girls and I drive out towards my base, where I work as the Marketing Director for the Force Support Squadron.  I absolutely LOVE my job!  I also start back at school this February finishing my degree I dropped over 10 years ago.  The girls love their lives here, making friends, playing in the snow, and exploring all that Colorado has to offer.

I haven't picked up my camera in months, and after spending some time browsing through posts from years back, I realized just how valuable those images are.  Jon and I laughed hard at the old memories ignited by random pictures I posted and so its time I continue on the mamarrazi status.

But as I closed this first post of 2017, I leave you with these shots from Jacey Caldwell Photography who captured us beautifully on a freezing wet day.  We had to keep the newly ordered dresses hung in the closet and instead cling to sweaters and scarves for this one, but this. is. us.

Friday, August 19, 2016

I've Been Told I'm A MILSO

Acronyms.  They slay me.

I entered a land that speaks a foreign language.  One with so many freakin acronyms.  Thankfully my phone has that google speak where I quickly look up these letter bunches and I can act like I'm fluent in military terms, but sometimes I don't get the luxury of such searches and therefore I have to wing it.

I sat across a lady who asked me how well I was familiar with "MWR", so candidly I spoke of how I hadn't much experience with the program but was confident I could get to know how to use it (go ahead you veteran MILSO's- smack your head now.  Go ahead.)

For any of you reading this, like me, who have never heard of such a thing, MWR stands for Morale, Welfare and Recreation.  It's not an object, tool or program like I assumed.

She looked at me blankly then proceeded to the next question.  I was proud of my quick response, although I had no idea what she meant when she said MWR and carried on my conversation.  It wasn't until I was home that I googled and slid down into my chair in utter embarrassment.  What a NEWB!

In my new world I hear MPF, AFSC, MRE, DFAC, and the ever TOO often mutter of MILSO.  What the heck is a MILSO?  Apparently it stands for Military Significant Other.  My new label.   I like it a little better than "Civilian" which I am called in the most formal sense, but I'm not much of a fan.  However, it's my new reality now.  I'm a MILSO.  Branded.  Labled.

Yes.  I pick up ABUs scattered all around the house.

Yes.  I plan my calendars around TDY's and PCSing.

Yes.  I study, filter, and know my OPSEC.

I am a MILSO, or at least that is what I've been told.