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Comment by nvmomma on March 28, 2011 at 7:46pm

My one requirement of my son was to leave his room clean when he went to boot camp. A huge job. He procrastinated through 7 months of DEP, then about two weeks before he left, he approached his dad and asked him for help: "I'll pay you..." Between the two of them, they got that room organized! I was impressed as were all his friends (he was well known for his very messy room): he posted before and after pictures on fb...

They do issue bedding at GC, but my sailor went right out and got himself flannel sheets...

Not much sun in GC today, my son says it is dumping a ridiculous amount of rain right now, they have been having T-storms since Saturday night.

Comment by TxLadyJane(ET Nuke Mom) on March 28, 2011 at 7:24pm

Some people are having problems with the Nuke Power Card link

 

here is the actual address link

 

https://www.cool.navy.mil/enlisted/rating_info_cards/nukepower.pdf

Comment by TxLadyJane(ET Nuke Mom) on March 28, 2011 at 7:21pm

Ok got my son's Class Number it is 1126T

Comment by Dodie on March 28, 2011 at 7:11pm

My FIL sent this to me, so I thought I'd share:)

 

THE INVISIBLE MOTHER                                                      
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will talk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, Can't you see I'm on the phone?                             
Obviously not, no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or  
sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner because no  
one can see me at all.  I'm invisible.  The invisible MOM.  Some days I  
am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this?   
Can you open this?? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide  to answer,  'What 
number is the Disney Channel ?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30 ,  
please.' Some days I'm a crystal ball: 'Where's my other sock? Where's my phone? What's for dinner?'                                                       
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the      
eyes that studied history, music and literature--but now, they had        
disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going,  
she's going, she's gone!                                                  
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a  
friend from England . She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and  
she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting      
there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was      
hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty       
pathetic, when she turned to me with a  beautifully wrapped package, and  
said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of      
Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her  
inscription: 'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building  
when no one sees.'                                                        
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would       
discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after       
which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say who built the
great cathedrals--we have no record of their names. 2) These builders gave      
their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3) They made  
great sacrifices and expected no credit. 4) The passion of their          
building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.   
A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the    
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny   
bird on the inside of  a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are 
you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be      
covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied,     
'Because God sees.'                                                       
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was      
almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you. I see the          
sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does."         
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake      
you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small    
for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but  
you can't see right now what it will become.                              
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As     
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see           
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The      
writer of the book went so far as to say  that no cathedrals could ever   
be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to      
sacrifice to that degree.                                                 
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend      
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving , "My Mom gets up at 4   
in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a        
turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That    
would mean I'd built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to     
come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his
friend, he'd say, "You're gonna love it there..."                                 
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're  
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will      
marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been   
added to the  world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.               
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not       
protect you.                                                              

Comment by William in Nashua on March 28, 2011 at 5:09pm

3M Ultrathon lotion is supposed to be one of the best insect repellents around it is a time release lotion and lasts for up to 12 hours.   I asked my son about bugs yesterday, yes they are biting and the Navy does not seem to be issuing them any insect repellent.  They sell it at REI.

 

Comment by TN Navy Mom (Stennis Nuke Mom) on March 28, 2011 at 4:11pm

For mosquitoes, my dad swears by putting a fabric softener dryer sheet in his pocket when he works in the yard.

 

I haven't found anything that works.  Little monsters eat me alive!!  I put deep woods off around my ankles and wrists last weekend to work in the yard.  Pulled 7 ticks off when I took a shower!!  Tried to tell my hubby that it's because I'm so sweet, He didn't fall for it!

Comment by Lizzie's Mom Ship 03/Div 367 on March 28, 2011 at 2:41pm

I've heard tell that vanilla keeps the mosquitoes away - natural remedy from Mayans.  Don't know if it works for what their dealing with, but much better smelling than Listorine....lol.

Comment by TxLadyJane(ET Nuke Mom) on March 28, 2011 at 2:39pm

Nuke Power Card

Comment by DramaboysMom on March 28, 2011 at 2:25pm

While there last week, we made a Wally-Mart stop and Cole found sunscreen with deet.  He was all over that like white on rice.

Comment by Connie foaling-lady (Groton) on March 28, 2011 at 2:07pm

Back to the bugs discussion ... what's the best defense against the South Carolina chiggers or sand fleas or gnats or whatever is biting our sailors? My son said he and his roommate are being eaten alive.

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