I have ORDERS!
About my title...I have been awaiting orders for a few months now. Sgt Barrett finally just called my Monitor today and told him the situation (I'm a prior service Marine and I've been sitting here waiting on orders since January 3rd). The MSgt (my Monitor) said "Ok...you wanna go to Parris Island or Iraq?" Not in those words...but that was the gist of it. I "kinda" want to go to Iraq. But Donovan is still so little. If he were older and we could explain to him "Mama is in Iraq helping people who needed her help", it would be different. As it is, I might have to go to Parris Island without Mark and Donovan for at least 8 months! See...Donovan is listed as Mark's dependant...not mine. So when I leave, Donovan might have to stay with his daddy. I was almost in tears today just thinking about it. Donovan is my boy. He likes hangin out with his Mommy. He likes his daddy tons too...it's just that for 9 months, he's been primarily my responsibility. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have to change any diapers or get up in the middle of the night for several months. LOL!
Okay...not to change the subject, but....I have a story to relate here. It's been nagging me and I actually was a little defensive over it last night when it happened. Let me lay the groundwork. I have a friend. She's a Christian. I'm a Christian too. Her husband is a Warrant Officer in the Navy. Their neighbor is also a friend of mine and HER husband is a nice guy who happens to be a Commander in the Navy. Welllll....the other day I was on the other side of the river and when I was finished doing what I needed to do, I found that I had about 45 minutes to kill before the ferry would arrive so I could go home. So...I decided to kill the time by getting something to eat at Subway. While standing in line, the Commander (the neighbor's husband) comes and stands in line behind me. In proper Marine Corps fashion, I greet him "Afternoon, Sir, how are you?" He returns the greeting with "I'm well, Corporal, how are you?". At this time I say "I'm well, how are your kids?". He then actually LOOKS at me and says "HEY! Jenna, I didn't recognize you...wow! You're back in huh?" (I was in Deltas). We chitchatted some while ordering and recieving our sandwiches and then we say good bye. I go and find a table and start eating. The Commander is looking for a table to sit at too and seeing that I am at a table with no one else, he says "Hey Corporal, do you mind if I join you?". Of course, not. Who am I to tell a Commander he can't sit in an empty spot I am not occupying? So we chit chat some more over our sandwiches about our kids and work...etc.
Here is the strange part. I mentioned in an email to my friend (the Christian friend) that I'd eaten lunch with the Commander. Last night I got a phone call...she read me the riot act for having lunch with another woman's husband! WHAT? It wasn't a DATE for heaven's SAKE. I was completely taken aback. I didn't understand where she was coming from. She said "You just don't know how someone might feel about something like that". Okay...but it was more like two military people sitting at the same table. It was NOT a man and a woman sharing intimate conversation over a cozy little luncheon. I just had to think of all the times I'd eaten lunch at the same time...and...at the same table as a married man.
Then she went on to talk about how I dress. She said "I just think that you want men to look at you". "You have to be mindful of their salvation. You don't want to be the reason that they are sinning". I was once more taken aback. Because all I seem to wear anymore is either track pants and a tshirt or my uniform. I DO like to look pretty. I probably won't ever be the Christian mom who wears long jumpers with long sleeve shirts underneath with Peter Pan collars. But I also don't see where what I've been wearing for the past several months isn't pretty modest. Granted...I do have a problem with cotton shirts that fit fine until you wash them more than once. I have a long waist. I'm constantly pulling on shirts to try and stretch them back to where they fit when I tried them on in the dressing room.
Anyway...I talked to my husband about these two things...I asked him if he thought that what I wear is too sexy. I think a man will tell his wife if he thinks that her clothing is too revealing (except in the bedroom! LOL!). And I asked him if he thought it was inappropriate for me to have said "Be my guest Sir" when the Commander asked to sit down. He said "Oh...if you'd told him "no, sir" you'd be ostracized...no one would talk to you. And that's not your personality anyway. You talk to anyone...from a bum on the street to the King of Persia, it would tear you up". And he's right! SIGH....I've prayed about it because she told me that it was Holy Spirit beating her up about it. I was hurt. I don't dress like a hoochie. ANYWAY....