Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Left Right Left

Today for the first time I am going to take a trip to the military commissary, after the contractors get here that is. It is about an hour's drive from our house.

I've been a bit anxious about the trip because it will be the first time as a military wife that I am doing something that a military wife does. When I get there I have to go to a special gate and get my truck regsitered and stickered up. That may not seem like a big thing, but for some reason and I can't figure out why, it is a big thing for me.

So last night I had one of my famous dreams. "They" say that dreams are ways your mind helps you deal with the stresses you are going through. For me, they are the opposite.

In this dream I took a trip to the Naval Base (My husband is in the Air Force and National Guard, but the commissary is at the Naval Base) and accidentally, yes, accidentally, as if it could be at all possible, signed up to join the National Guard.

In the next scene of my dream I was at boot camp, running around, jumping over ditches, climbing walls and dropping and doing 50. I was not in shape so I was getting yelled at a lot for not being able to keep up with the rest of the young people. Unfortunately I was my actual age in this dream, almost 50, which made it all even more frustrating.

I'd never be able to walk in those boots, where's the 4 inch heel?

At least I was wearing lipstick.

In the next scene I was assigned to my husband's unit and was standing next to him as I was getting yelled at by his commanding officer who was a woman. I kept screaming back at her, "YES SIR" and getting in more trouble because I was supposed to scream, "YES MAME" or something equivalent indicating that she was a woman. I couldn't get it straight and I kept trying to explain that I'm new to this all and if she was a judge I'd know what to call her, "Madam Justice", "Your Honor", "Judge". She didn't give me a chance to explain and my husband could only look straight ahead at attention.

Then I woke up.

And now I am even more anxious about shopping at the commissary.

So if I don't return - you all know what happened.

Please tell my husband I love him and I'll see him right after boot camp.


RR Mama said...

Oh how funny! I hope you don't get lost. By the way, I will have another beauty tip tomorrow.

Theresa said...

Theresa, just wanted to thank you for stopping by and commenting on my blog! How fun is it that we spell our names the same!

I've been reading back thru some of your posts and enjoying getting to know you a bit. Congratulations on your recent marriage! And I'm sure you will do just fine at the Commissary!

nancygrayce said...

Oh, those high anxiety dreams. I've had them since childhood. I'm sure you did fine at the commissary....but really, it is a scary experience..I hope you didn't end up in the brig!

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