sabrina22: (Me and Apollo)
So... I'm back. I feel so disconnected and lonely here.

Alabama sucks. I don't fit in at all. I can't find a job to save my life. I've put in something like 40 applications, I've been to 3 interviews. Nothing. I even went so far as to get a letter (as requested) to one job, stating that I could "work alone/independently" because I guess they felt that I could be a liability because I need Apollo? They totally lied to me. I dropped off the letter and she was like "I can't do your second interview today though". That naturally implies there will be one right? Yeah no. A week and a half later I called for follow up and was curtly told "All positions have been filled." Well fuck you too then. Southern hospitality my ass. If you're a disabled vet with a service dog? You might as well have a big sign on you that says "I'm crazy and a liability, don't hire me!". So that means no work acquaintances to talk to. Look, people take work for granted when it comes to social interaction. It's still interaction with people. Even if you're not fond of them, even if you only see them at work, it's conversation and interaction. Which I don't get.

Then there's school. Mine is online. We interact very minimally. Discussion boards, group work. Mandatory communication only. No one interacts outside of that. I've tried to make connections with others through text message and email that I've done group work and such with, but they all have regular lives. Jobs, kids, etc. They don't have the time or inclination, and I can't hold that against them. So those that are in school in person have much more interaction that way.

So that leaves interaction with people here in Alabama. What a joke. I'm not your typical military wife. For one I'm prior service. Robert is a field grade officer. This means that we are on par with Majors and above. Higher level officers. Most of the wives are stay at home Moms. Most sell things like lularoe, pampered chef, etc. Most are highly religious. Sensing a trend here? I'm a total black sheep. They're drama. They talk about each other behind their backs, criticize how each other are raising kids, and just smile at each other and what not in person. Our block has these "wheelbarrow parties" where someone gets a wheelbarrow dumped in their front yard and once a month they bring drinks in ice to the park in the middle and everyone lets their kids run around screaming until dark. Yeah no thanks. We even tried the Team Red White and Blue club here, which was fantastic in the DC area. What do they do here? For one, there's a sub group of highly irresponsible swingers, which oh jez on a military post is a horrible idea, and for two isn't us. Plus, talk about not understanding me having Apollo. It's full of elite athletes and that's it. I tried really hard to reach out and help them incorporate the community more, etc. Stone wall. Triathalon training, krav maga, competitive volleyball. Gave up. So... strike three.

So I end up cooped up in the house all day almost everyday unless I get to play patient at the clinic somewhere. Not to mention I've battled my back and my PTS over and over. I'm about to lose my shit. We go to the military ball and there's all these wives talking to each other and having a good time...then there's me. Sitting at the table alone while my husband gets up and goes to say hello and talk to everyone he knows, while I awkwardly sit and finally give up and start screwing around on my phone. So much fun. I do have one friend, who is kid-less and loves her dogs as much as we love ours, but we rarely get to get together, and she's working and dealing with a medical issue of her own.

People keep saying "Oh why would you want to hang out with people that aren't like you?" and "Those people are drama! It's not worth it!" etc etc. Well...when you've got nothing, zero, something is better than nothing! I've tried really hard even with our neighbors. Trying to interact with them over dog training that they were doing, she had a hard day and I offered wine and bubble bath (yeah it sounds creepy now but I was trying...), etc. I'm trying too hard and I know it. But damn it. After being in DC and having to pick and choose between events every weekend, stressing out about not seeing people because there were too many things to do, two years of this solitude is literally tearing me apart.

And I'm watching people's lives go by on social media. And I just wanna curl up in a hole and cry. I miss everyone so much. I've got people going "come visit!" "when are you going to visit!!" People I'm not made of money. I don't have a job, Robert is doing the financial support, paying for damn near everything. My disability covers groceries, my truck, and little things here and there like my travel for school and my debt, kinda. Travelling back to DC is expensive as hell. I used to be able to couch surf no problem. But Apollo needs quiet down time when we travel. He's on edge in alert mode (not protection trained, just lets me know stuff is going on) when we stay in foreign homes. Hotels are pretty much a necessity to give him down time. So it's horribly expensive. No one comes here and I kinda don't blame them. But inevitably I've lost touch with everyone, as it takes a lot of effort and I'm only going to reach out so many times before I just can't do it anymore. I feel like I'm begging for people to keep in touch anymore, and it feeds my guilt monster. I dunno. Maybe I expect too much. It's just hard because so many that I thought meant so much seem to now make so little effort. And surprisingly some that I didn't think cared all that much have truly stepped up and shown me that they really do, and made a ton of effort to remind me they do. I miss touch. I miss hugs and shared dinners and get togethers.

I guess there's kinda light at the end of the tunnel. Robert took the Apache transition, which means we will hopefully get out of here in about a year, about the same time I should be heading to Philadelphia to walk for my Masters. I graduate in December, they just only do one commencement a year. We're hoping for Ft Bragg in NC. I could make trips more easily. And it wouldn't be unreasonable to ask people to come to me. Trying not to think about the reality that he'll get deployed. I won't start the countdown until it's confirmed. Hell knowing the Army we'll get Washington state.

Ok, enough of me bitching. I just needed to get out the lonely post in something more than a facebook status. Such is the life of a military spouse. Which I totally understand what I signed up for. I know it. It just doesn't stop it from hurting. It's no one's fault, there's just some moments where the loneliness is especially crushing. Gotta ask the hubba for some extra cuddles and maybe take some drugs to numb this a bit. I'm sick of crying.
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So I'm probably going to start posting some of my recipes. I keep trying stuff out and not remembering how it turned out. I'm getting the final stuff done before G gets home on his mid tour break. I need leftovers for work anyway, so I decided to throw stuff into crockpot while I'm getting stuff done. I'm making this up, so we'll see...

Venison Stew
2-3 pounds of venison roast, cut into cubes (no idea how much this really was, I'm guessing)
1/2 cup Seasoned flour (This is stuff I get from Roanoke)
5 cloves garlic (I really like garlic)
1 tsp rosemary
2 Tbsp Worchester
2 bay leaves
1 small vidaela onion
4 medium red potatoes
1 bag of frozen mixed veggies (carrots, green beans, peas, corn)
2 (ish) cups beef broth
Olive oil
Cooking sherry

Cut roast into a little bigger than bite size cubes (they'll shrink when cooked). Coat with seasoned flour. Heat 2 tsp, olive oil in large skillet until a little smoky. While that's heating up (mine takes forever) cut up onion and potato. Large diced is what I did. Put onion and taters on bottom of crockpot. Add handfuls of meat to hot oil, but don't overload pan. Cook only until meat is browned but not cooked through. (Oh darn I have to check and taste) On last batch, deglaze pan with a bit of cooking sherry (I guessed, probably about 1/4 cup). Get all the yummy bits out of the bottom of the pan. Put into crockpot on top of onion/tater. Mince garlic, add on top of meat. Take remaining flour and mix in cup with 2 cups of beef broth, mix well, add in worchester. Pour on top of meat. Sprinkle rosemary on top of meat. Pour frozen veggies over everything.

I'm cooking in crockpot on high for 4 hours. I iz hungry already. I want a stew, not a soup, so I've been a bit judicious with the liquid I add, plus remembering that frozen veggies will add some liquid as well. I'll check on it in about two hours, and probably stir it all up. I also didn't add salt or pepper, because the seasoned flour has enough in it. Worchester also has salt in it, as does the low sodium beef broth I'm using. I'm trying to be cognizant of how much salt I'm consuming, given the whole one kidney thing. Plan is to serve with a little butter on top when serving, and a baguette to soak up yummy juices. We'll see how it turns out.

Update: Definitely a good starting point for further tweaking. Possible changes next time: cook onion & garlic before adding, reduce liquid and use red wine instead of sherry, add more carrots.
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Feb. 5th, 2011 05:55 am
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Even now, days after the experience, my hands are cold and shaking while writing this. But I can not sleep until this is done. I was up until 6am this morning avoiding this. But tonight, after spending time with my friends and chosen family, I have the strength & motivation to try and make more sense of this. This is more deeply personal to me than anything I've ever discussed here or elsewhere. I write here, and will leave this post unlocked, not because I am seeking approval or have any desire to expose something so intimate to the "public" eye, but because I feel it wise that I leave the opportunity open for the insight and experience of others. I am so far out of my element here that it physically hurts. I ask for your patience, because if you've read my writings, I usually just think out loud. In contrast, I have chosen my words very carefully here in order to most accurately reflect what is going on. Be aware that one of my greatest fears right now is that I will expose her, and stones will be thrown, driving her away forever. That statement will make more sense later should you continue to read.  What is under the cut is a head first plunge into what I feel is the beginning of my awakening to **my** spirituality. 

The wolf within )

And now I'm tired, but more importantly I'm calm. Centered even. Sleep should be pretty easy.
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