I'm a newly-minted 30 something married to a doctor in the Army. I'm not always a willing and excited participant in this Army lifestyle, but neither is my husband. OccDoc, my husband, is in Afghanistan for his first deployment which will last for 6 - 12 months, we never know with the Army. I got my education (BS in Psych and Ed.M. in Adult Education) before I met OccDoc and most of my work experience is in corporate training, but I reinvented myself about a year ago by going to massage school and am now a practicing massage therapist. OccDoc and I are trying to conceive baby #1. We're finding out that it's much harder than the nuns in Catholic school/CCD class lead us to believe. And this deployment thing is forcing us to take a hiatus. This blog is just a collection of my thoughts, my own little cathartic dialogue that goes on incessantly.
Our bed. It's a Sleep Number with a memory foam topper. I love our bed. As long as I can sleep, I'm a happy person, so I would never think about giving up my bed.
Best job? How about a weird job? I worked as a manhole repairer in high school and through college. Yup, you read that right. Manhole repairer. My coworkers were great people, but that job really propelled me though college and prevented me from ever considering dropping out. I'm currently a massage therapist, it doesn't pay the bills (that's what my husband is for), but it's a no stress job with free massages as a benefit.
When you were a teenager, what was the worst trouble you got into?
I was pretty good at covering my tracks, so I never really got into major trouble. My dad did, however, know all the police officers in town, so every time I got pulled over the police officer would address me by name before asking for my license and registration. That always freaked out my friends.







