The Blog Hop to Wookie & Co.

The good lady over at Marrying the Navy had a great post today, sharing her readers with the link to other military-affiliated blogs in the chance of getting to know others in our same situation. This is brilliant! Coming from someone who doesn't know a soul outside of Mr. Wookie's classmates in this area code, I could definitely use the blogosphere to expand my horizons. Who knows!?! Maybe I'll meet a fellow Norfolk-er while dabbling around. If so, Hi there, I'm Mrs. Wookie, and I love countering the testosterone of Flight School stories with trips to beach, pedicures, and shoe shopping. Please, indulge me!


So for those who've stopped over from MilSpouse, let me catch you up on Wookie & Co.


Mr. Wookie and I are your blog fodder. But I'm the writer about our life, because face it...men suck at keeping people informed. So both our sets of parents turn to the blog to see how he's/we're doing. Otherwise, Mr. Wookie would have to talk on the phone. And we know how much he loves doing that.


We live in the bubblin' Navy village of Norfolk, VA. He's in the final leg of Flight School for the E-2 Hawkeye, and yes, it was the bird of his choice in the end. Back in Pensacola, he longed for the P-3. Partly because it's an awesomely never-deployable aircraft. Always land-based. And home would have been WA. We love nature. But sadly, the students with the lower grades got the aircraft. Mr. Wookie = CRUSHED! So he turned to the E-2. And he's glad he did. He claims it's like playing, "Command and Conquer." And I'm just going to take his word for that.


I'm a born and raised Oregonian (of the Southern variety - Medford, represent!), who ventured to Oregon State University for the coveted Bachelor's in English. Yes, I'm asked what I do with that degree, because we all know it's not a cash cow. My reasons: I can make fun of you with big words, I always find the grammatical errors in menus, museum exhibits, and the newspaper, and because writing's easy. There, I said it.


Mr. Wookie was a Navy Brat who was born in San Diego, but came to Oregon State by way of New Orleans, Louisiana. He saw the light. The light of the Northwest.


We met by complete chance. I was hosting a Halloween party. He happened to tag along with friends to a random party. My party = that random party. He was Death. Though he claims he wasn't. But really, he looked like Death. I was a Naughty Schoolgirl. His Catholic school upbringing got the best of him. The rest is history. Well, kinda. I had to get talked into being given his number/calling him because I didn't think he was cute at all. But good thing I did. Thanks Ben.


So there you have it. This is our life as played out in the Hub of All Navy Action (Norfolk). I should bet on more bloggers from my neck of the woods, but you never know. But please, leave a comment and a link, and I'd love to check out your life. At worst, you have another blog stalker. But at best...welcome to the Christmas Card List. It's a coveted list. Mainly because I even shock myself that I get them out before December 24th. So thanks for visiting! And happy weekend!!!!!