Is The Colonel’s Underwear a Matter of National Security?

So, I get a phonecall last night. It’s my point of contact for the FRG. Apparently here is  meeting tonight, and I am STRONGLY encouraged to attend. Well I don’t WANT to.  Seriously folks, WHAT on EARTH are they going to tell me?

My husband is being shipped off to training next month? Sorry, already knew that. Try again. Oh…you say my husband is deploying for a year sometime this summer? Sorry, try again, knew that too.

OH! You think I need to know how to deal with said separations. Well WHY didn’t you tell me! That changes everything. I couldn’t POSSIBLY know how to do that, having only dealt with with a deployment to Iraq. A deployment I might add that got extended at the last possible minute for another four months! A surprise SO shocking, that it inspired Donald Rumsfeld HIMSELF to come ALLLLLLL the way to Alaska to talk to thousands of angry wives. I still feel sorry for him. He had NO clue what he was in for. And even though I didn’t care for him, I do give him Kudos for coming and facing us head on.

I Hate these things. I really do. Could you tell? It’s always the same thing. I show up, there’s some awkward social chatter. That usually ends when I’m asked what my interests are and I admit to playing World of Warcraft. That’s when they cheerleader smile appears while they slowly back away like I’ve grown a second head. And they are ALWAYS at dinner time.

I don’t know when I started hating FRG meetings, I guess since we got here. I’m not a good fit among most wives. They’re all mostly younger. MUCH younger, with little little kids, and crafty hobbies. Where I’m more computer/game oriented, MUCH older, with teenagers, and prefer a walk in the woods or a road trip over a shopping trip. The wives I DID fit with are scattered all over the country, Georgia, Texas, Alaska. You know who you are!! Funny thing is, I did like shopping with THEM. and god I miss coffee runs, and harassing the Baskin Robins guy into putting ALL the turtles right side up, oh and let’s not forgetting squawking squeaky toys at the gate guards.

So really, I’ll go to this meeting. And I’ll pretend to be interested. But seriously? Been there, done that, got the tshirt.