Ahhh...the best laid plans.
The Man and I were all set to attend this year's Khaki Ball. This is a Chief Thang they do once a year to celebrate the induction of new Chief's to the Navy. Making Chief is a big deal, Internets. It opens a whole new world of responsibility, not to mention an entire change in uniform.
I wasn't thrilled about going. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against the whole process and the tradition behind it. I totally respect and admire it. I have issues with how some people handle themselves when at the function. They tend to imbibe a little too much and their actions are ...uh...that of the drunk sort. Many can partake of the alcohol and maintain a semblance of dignity, but there are always a few who can't. Plus, I have a personal moral issue with how we stress to our teenage daughter that she doesn't need to be where people are drinking because some stupid head will think they can drive and will proceed to do so. We tell her that if she is at a place where many are drinking, to PLEASE call us and we will get her out of there ASAP. So, how can I tell my kid not to do something and then do it myself? Granted, I know the argument is that I will be around adults and she will be around kids, but it's all personal and me. I never said I would make total sense about the way I think, now did I?
That being said, I had resigned myself that I was going to have to attend this function no matter how I felt or thought. ~sigh~ I dreaded it so much, I had no pleasure in purchasing something to wear. While I enjoyed going over to Carla's to borrow cute shoes and some appropriate jewelry, my heart just wasn't in it.
Saturday morning found my uterus staging a revolt and threatening to leave my body the hard way. Sorry, guys, if this offends. We women call it our way of life and if we can deal with the pain and agony? You can deal with a few words stated about the whole deal. I have made a pact with myself to ask my ob/gyn at next physical to consider taking the offending body part OUT. I no longer need it or want it. I'll hang onto the ovaries for hormone purposes, but I would surely be glad to give my uterus to someone who needs it. About that? Why can't they do uterus transplants? They do all kinds of others. There are so many women who want babies and don't have a cooperating uterus. Think of the possibilities if doctors could figure out how to do a uterus transplant. I would gladly give my slightly used but functioning one so that a mother-in-waiting could have the chance.
I do know how to get off subject, don't I?
We didn't go!! The Man woke up sick Saturday morning. I mean S.I.C.K. He took Makenna to her golf lesson, but barely. He even took his sick self to buy a beautiful bouquet of five roses for our anniversary. But, once he got home? He was on the couch the rest of the day. Or in the bathroom praying to get sick. Around 3 p.m., I told him to "Buck it up, Chief, and get dressed so we can go." He was unable to move. I was upset over the fact of losing the money it cost to get the tickets, but what can you do? If you're sick, you're sick.
It was not a banner anniversary in that we didn't get to celebrate in any way. But, I can say we were together. He wasn't out to sea somewhere. He wasn't at work. He was 3 feet away from me and that's just fine with me.
Paige made it back from her overnight field trip where she spent the night on a carrier. She had a blast and is more determined to join the NAVY at some point and time in her life. Yeah, okay. This from the kid who was freaking over spending the night on a ship until they assured her the ship was in the water ON the ground. She was smooth then. *rolls eyes* I told her that she needed to get over that water fear deal (kid swims like a fish!). We'll see how it goes. I'm glad she had a good time, and even happier she made it home safe. Letting go is hard! Dang.
Now, we're off to a busy week. As usual. Let the Edge moments begin!