Why Women Don’t Tell

Disclaimer: this is not a political statement as to who I believe should be the next president of the United States.  This is strictly a story about something that happened to me. Current news events have brought back the memory.

This happened thirty-two years ago.  Thirty-two years ago, I was in the Army Reserves.  Finally, it is time to tell.

Both my ex-husband and I had just returned from active duty tours in Germany, and I was pregnant with our first child.  I was 27 years old.  I had completed my time on active duty and was happy with the choice I had made to be a stay at home mom.  After four years on active duty, I would fulfill the remainder of my military commitment by doing monthly weekend drill with an Army Reserve unit in Louisville, KY, while my husband continued with his active duty career at Ft. Knox, Ky.  He would be attending the Armor Officer’s Advanced Course in Ft. Knox.  I began my time with the reserve unit a few months before our first child was born.

I don’t remember all of the particulars like the exact name of the reserve unit or the exact names of the individuals involved, but I do remember the exact nature of what happened.

Jennifer was born in November of 1984, so this incident occurred sometime around the beginning of 1985.   I was a promotable First Lieutenant when I left active duty.  My reserve unit assignment was in the supply room since I served as a Supply/Property Book Officer while I was on active duty.  That is the person that does all of the supply/equipment requisitioning for the unit and is “accountable” for keeping track of all of the equipment.  The commander of the unit was the person “responsible” for everything.  At least that is how it was when I was on active duty from 1981-1984.  I doubt much has changed where that is concerned.

At any rate, I was in the supply room this morning during drill weekend going over something with another Lieutenant at his desk when the unit’s First Sargent came walking by.  As he walked by, he smacked me squarely on the rear end.  Startled, I jumped up and knee-jerk-reaction punched him in the arm and said something like, “Knock it off! That’s not okay.  I would never walk up to you and grab you!” He smirked and walked away.  He was lucky I didn’t knock his head off his shoulders.

Immediately after the incident, I marched directly to the unit commander’s office; He was a major.  I explained to him that I had been leaning over a desk working with the other Lieutenant when the First Sargent walked in and patted me on the rear end.  The commander chuckled and said, “Oh he just probably meant that in a fatherly way.”

“Excuse me sir, but with all due respect, I am 28 years old.  My father hasn’t done that to me in quite some time.  His behavior was inappropriate and I expect that he will be reprimanded for it.”

I left the commander’s office.  I continued with the rest of my day.  When I got home that evening, I told my husband what had happened.  He was livid to say the least.  He said it was sexual harassment and the commander, if he was doing his job correctly, should appoint an investigating officer.

A few weeks later, I did get a phone call from a woman.  She was a Captain with the reserve unit assigned as the investigating officer relating to the incident.  She came out to our quarters on Ft. Knox and we visited for a while.  I explained to her what happened.  I felt good after the meeting.

Sometime later, I received a phone call from the unit commander.  He explained the investigating officer’s findings to me.  I don’t remember his exact words, but it was something like she had decided I was going through postpartum depression and the incident didn’t really take place.  I was flabbergasted! I hung up without saying a word.  I couldn’t fathom she would come to this conclusion.

I never returned to that reserve unit.  I resigned my commission instead.  I wrote a detailed letter to Military Personnel, explaining the incident.  I said I had never experienced such blatant disrespect while I was on active duty and wasn’t about to start while I was in the Reserves.

Why am I saying something about it now thirty-two years later?  For the same reason so many woman are just now coming out of the woodwork with regard to one of our presidential candidates.  They didn’t come out sooner because who would have believed them.  Nobody believes women when they make these kinds of accusations. When a woman makes a claim of sexual harassment, it is often considered the woman’s fault.

What egregious error did I commit the day it happened to me?  Was it showing up to work?  It couldn’t have been because of what I was wearing.  I was wearing BDU’s (Battle Dress Uniform) with my combat boots.  How sexy is that?  Was it what I was doing?  I was bending over a desk, discussing a work item with a co-worker.  I am even reluctant to say I was bending over a desk as if somehow THAT wasn’t appropriate.  IT HAPPENED!  What could I possibly gain at this point to make up something like this? It happens every day… and will unfortunately happen eventually or it already has happened to all women.

I am sure Karma got the female Captain who investigated the incident, the female captain who was sure to come up with a finding that would promote her career!

There are some foul men out there!  Men who think it is okay to do whatever they want to a woman. Just don’t be bold enough to try it with my daughter or my granddaughter!

Fair warning!

Here is my card today.

 

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Hope you enjoyed what you saw and read today.  Writing is one of my other passions.  I just don’t think I am that good at it.  But I am getting better.  🙂

Until next time…

Happy Stamping!

Josie2

 

 

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Pop of Pink

Hello Everybody!

It has been way too long since I’ve posted anything here!  I am just now getting back into the swing of things.  It was a busy, busy summer for me.  It started in June with a two-week visit from my sister and brother-in-law,  a three-week visit from my mom in July, and a two-week trip back home with my mom in August.  Once I got back I had a club to prepare for and then  it was right into getting ready for the booth I shared with a friend at the Colorado Springs Women’s  Living EXPO 2016 last weekend.  I think things are back to normal…whatever “normal” is.

I’ve had this card and box done for a while. I’ve been wanting to share it with you.  But I wanted to create a video to go along with the box and card.

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I finally had the opportunity to create a video for them today.  I’ve done this project in two parts.  Part 1 is the card and part 2 is the box.  I hope you enjoy.  There is a PDF file you can print  if you like.  There is a list of items you need at the end of this post and in the printable PDF.

Enjoy yourself while you watch and create.  Let me know how things turn out.

 

 

Here is the link for the PDF file I promised.

 

Until next time…

Happy Stamping!

Josie2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Birthday Blooms

If I had to choose a favorite stamp set from the current Occasions Catalog, it would be this one Birthday Blooms.  I’ve made more cards with this set since it first came out than any other.  The quote from William Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” applies to this stamp set.  It doesn’t matter what color you make it, it is still beautiful.  Granted, both of my roses are water colored using blender pens  and Blushing Bride and Pink Pirouette ink.  The difference is in their embossing and in the choice of paper color I used.  Which do you prefer?  My preference changes each time I look at them, but one thing remains true of both; they are each beautiful in their own way.

On a different note, the items in the Sale-a-bration catalog changed a little this past Monday.  I’ve posted  a copy of the new brochure items in the side bar.  All of the items in the original catalog that appear on pages 1 through 15 are still available with any $50.00 purchase.  Those on pages 16 through 19 have been replaced with the new items in the brochure.  Be sure to check it out.

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I hope you enjoyed your visit here today.  Until next time…

Happy Stamping!

 

Josie2

 

I Still Worry

I still worry even though he is 28.

Colorado Springs got a lot of snow this week. We had a severe winter storm move in on Sunday, and it didn’t stop snowing until sometime on Tuesday. Fourteen inches of snow fell in my neighborhood. Some areas got more some less.

My son, Chris, who is now 28, just recently started working for a mobile medical company in town. He is a licensed EMT (Emergency Medical Technician). He is transporting non-emergency patients to and from appointments, etc. In a few months after his probation is complete, he hopes to begin working in an ambulance with the other EMT’s.

With this new job, Chris is making up for the five years between 21 and 26 when he couldn’t drive because of uncontrolled seizures due to epilepsy.   Now he drives EVERYWHERE! And that is a good thing.

This is what I don’t like…

First, regardless of the weather, if there is a patient that needs to be driven, he drives. Second, the hours seem to be brutally long.

This past Saturday he worked his normal 12-hour shift…longer actually, because he got to work by 7:00 a.m. and didn’t get back to my place until 10:20 p.m. He opted to spend the night here in town because he was “on-call” that night after his shift. When he arrived, he told me he would be driving to Durango, Colorado the next day to transport a patient. Durango is a 6-hour drive from here. It began snowing, and local meteorologists were saying it wasn’t going to stop until sometime Tuesday. Ask me if I slept at all Saturday night. I am sure you know the answer.

I got up the next morning to make his lunch; something I’ve never done for his sister or my husband. He is my son!  He told me he was wrong. He wasn’t going to Durango; it was Coaldale. It is a little town only 2 hours southwest of us.  “That’s better than Durango in this whether,” I thought.

I worried all day!

No I wouldn’t say worried, let’s say I AGONIZED all day. “Are the roads okay? Is he safe? Why do they have to release people from the hospital on Sunday?” I fretted. “They shouldn’t send people out in this kind of weather if it isn’t an emergency,” I contemplated.

My husband said I am worrywart. I know he is 28 years old. He is a man. But, I am his mother and mothers always worry about their children no matter their age.

The kid arrived home safely around 5:00 p.m. That night I slept like a baby!

Chris stayed here for all of Monday and Tuesday. The snow just kept coming. It didn’t look like it would ever stop! City offices closed early on Monday and didn’t re-open until Wednesday. All school districts in the area shut down until Thursday even though it stopped snowing on Tuesday. Some of the doorways on some of the school buildings were buried by the drifting snow. Snow removal has been a major hassle for the past few days. I was relieved Chris didn’t have to work those days.

But, he did on Wednesday. He arrived at work by 7:00 a.m. I didn’t see him again until he arrived home at 1:30 a.m. Thursday morning. It seems at 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday, after already working 10 hours, Chris and another person were dispatched on another long distance run.

I’ve never taught my children they are entitled to anything. I’ve always taught them they have to work and earn anything they get, but GEEEEES! That’s crazy! My son’s father phoned me at 9:30 to let me know Chris would be spending the night here again, because he was too tired to make the 23 mile drive to his dad’s home where he lives. At 11:00 p.m., I texted my son to find out when he was getting home. That was when I learned where he was and I calculated…he wouldn’t be home until 1:30 a.m.!

At 1:30 a.m., he arrived wanting food. So, I heated up some leftovers from our dinner, sat, and watched him eat.

He had to be at work by 7:00 a.m. the next morning. I again got up and made his lunch. I was fortunate in that I was able to go back to bed when he left.

Like I said, brutally long hours…but he seems cheerful and that is really ALL that matters.

So, on to my card.

I just LOVE this stamp set and these framelits!  A very dear friend of mine gave me a birthday card that is similar to this one.  The black and white colors, thread and embossed background and sentiment are different on the one I’ve made.

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Hope you enjoyed your visit here today.  Until next time…

Happy Stamping!

Josie2

After publishing I realized I forgot to include the Large Polka Dot Embossing Folder to the list of supplies I used.  Item # 133739