28 December 2008
You can help get "Jenny the Military Spouse" recognized by her peers this year in a big way: tell me your favorite strips from December 1, 2007, to December 31, 2008.
I need at least 6. (Go to the Archives)
"Jenny" comics will be considered in the Newspaper Comic Strips category. Past winners include Stephan Pastis (Pearls Before Swine), Scott Adams (Dilbert), Lynn Johnston (For Better or For Worse), and Rick Kirkman (Baby Blues), to name a few.
I'm not saying we can WIN anything (in fact, I don't even expect it) but we'll at least be included on the list of this years' contenders. It's exciting to think that this little comic strip about our lives as military spouses could be recognized on a national level.
Have fun reading back over the 2008 strips and send your votes to email@example.com with the subject "Votes" before January 15, 2009.
04 December 2008
A few locations where you can spot the strips are: on the refrigerator in the Holden House (Michael and Claudia Joy), in the Burton House (Joan and Roland), and on the wall by the desk in the ADAPC office.
Melissa Berent, the set decorator, sent me two from the Holden's fridge and three from the mock base newspaper. Here they are (click the images to make them larger):
The three comics shown in this photo are, from top t0 bottom: Episode 51, Officers' Wives' Bob, October 22 , 2006; Episode 4, Are We There Yet?, December 4, 2005; and Episode 37, It Needs to be Bigger, July 16, 2006.
This is the front of the fridge. The featured strip is Episode 31, New Spouse Orientation, June 4, 2006.
This episode was one of my favorite strips to draw because I channeled Dave Berg's (MAD Magazine) style.
It came out exactly as I'd planned.
At this point, I need to say that Melissa and her crew totally "get" the message I'm trying to convey through the "Jenny" comic strip. Not only is it tough to be married to a military member but sometimes it's also hard to get along with the other spouses, cope with all of the traveling, the incessant rules of the military way of life, and so on and so on.
These few comics alone are perfect for instilling the "flavor" of military spousehood into the psyche of the actors on the set; it's a great way to use the strip. I commend the set decorators for their ability to climb inside our minds and "go there".
Here are the rest of the photos...
This newspaper (held by AW graphic designer, Paul, and created specially for Army Wives) was used in several episodes and was shown being read by different characters, including General Holden.
I haven't seen those episodes yet so give me a couple of days and I'll find them for you! :)
Here's the "above the fold" of said newspaper.
Here's their featured strip. Looks like it was on the outside so the cameras could see it. :)
That's all for now. If anyone has any other "Jenny-spotting" to report, let me know.
I spotted the strip on the Holden's fridge on Season 2, Episode 16, but totally missed spotting anyone reading the newspaper.
That's all I have for now. The next episode of AW airs in either June or July. They told me they'll be using "Jenny" more than ever during Season 3.
Get your DVRs ready!
Needless to say...Discussion to be Continued!
01 October 2008
One was via a stateside phone call from DC to Okinawa by Washington Times journalist, Karen Goff, and the other was a long sit-down chat at Chili's with Joelle, a journalist from the website, Okinawa Hai.
Joelle and I talked so much, and about so many things, that I sometimes forgot we were interviewing! haha
Make sure you check that site out...it's truly an informative and useful source for those of us living here on Okinawa.
Follow the links above or cut-n-paste these:
Washington Times - "Jenny's Mission of Mirth"
(All of this year's interviews are listed on my homepage at jennyspouse.com)
13 September 2008
28 August 2008
Okay, wait a minute. Change that first sentence to "climbing miles of rock, straight up, in the rain, in the freezing cold, in the dark" - and then add that all of this was just to see the sunrise from the summit of Mt. Fuji.
My husband has been planning this trip for months and I was never really fully "on board". Climbing Mt. Fuji, after all, is a tad outside my comfort zone and just doesn't sound like that much fun.
Nevertheless, I went, I climbed, I froze, I endured, and I survived - rather sore and barely able to walk, talk, or think straight for the first couple of days - but I did it. We both did.
So now we look at these pictures and groan together. (It's a strange way to bond, I know.)
Before the ordeal...around 12:30 pm on Monday, August 25, 2008. We went to the Sengen Shrine - the gateway to the mountain itself - to start getting good vibes.
It begins. 5:08 pm, 25 August
Two Hours Later: wet, cold, tired. Taking a brief break at one of the
many mountain huts on Fuji-san. 7:32 pm
How dark was it? This was taken at about 4:24 a.m. Those bright dots are headlamps. That's about all you could see. Earlier, when we were rock climbing, all we could see were the rocks right in front of our faces. The sky was so overcast and wet that no moonlight shone through at all. At around 11 p.m., we found room at one of the huts and slept for about three and a half hours. Just enough to get us to the top in time for sunrise.
The Sun. Almost at the top of Fuji, the sun begins to wake up. 4:43 am
We made it! Just as the sun pops over the horizon, we're standing in front of the final station's Torii gate. 5:21 am
Rainbow at the End. We were so tired and just relieved that it was over. We walked around the compound on top of the mountain in sort of a daze but my husband was lucky enough to get this shot... 5:31 a.m.
That's about it for now. It's three days later and we're still tired, sore, and recovering. Take it from me - it's a hard hike. Seriously.
"Army Wives", the t.v. show, will be using Jenny comics and Cafe Press products in some upcoming episodes. They'll be background props and probably won't be referenced as part of a scene but, if you're sharp, you can spot "Jenny" every now and then.
Let me know if you see her. I'll try to post screen shots as I get them. ~ j
12 August 2008
The blog ended up being almost as long as the trip (1.5 months) so I decided to direct you to Navy Wife Radio, instead.
We did a show about my travels on July 8, 2008. The link is:
It's much easier to talk about it than to write about it. When I'm writing, I start going off into all of the minute details; that's a great way to lose readers. When I'm talking, however, people like Wendy can interrupt me and get me back on track! ;-)
Wendy and Jessica are going to try and do a more complete show on the subject of Space-A travel just as soon as they can get a knowledgable representative to come on the show and give us correct information. Keep checking Navy Wife Radio's website and radio show. They'll keep you updated
Enjoy the show and stay tuned!
11 June 2008
05 June 2008
My friend Caryl the Stormchaser can appreciate why I'm sitting outside: there's nothing like watching a storm come in and feeling the power of the wind all around you.
I won't go inside until the rain starts.
Besides, the wireless bandwidth out here is tremendous. Probably 1000% what we get in Okinawa with our cable connection. We usually get 50kb on downloads without tweeking. Right now, I'm rocking 550kb. So this means I can download my radio and tv shows lickety split.
You stateside spouses are so spoiled! :-)
So why, you ask, if I'm in the states and I'm getting such awesome bandwidth, is the "Jenny" website falling to the wayside and generally being neglected? Are you ready for the explanation? Here we go....
My daughter, age 19, has congenital thyroid disease. About a month ago, she got a new PCM who questioned the level of meds she was receiving and cut them in half...as an experiment.
My daughter moved stateside after graduating from Kadena High in Okinawa so I'm no longer in charge of her care. When she told me what the new doctor wanted to do, I told her every day to go to Tri-Care and get a referral. Instead, she played along with the doctor and subsequently couldn't get a follow-up appointment to check her progress. After a couple of weeks of this new "therapy", she started to go downhill...nausea, digestive problems, lethargy, forgetfulness, weight-gain, etc. All of the things that go along with not having the correct amount of thyroid in your system.
Suddenly she started having arythmias. One per minute.
Within 48 hours, she went to the Emergency Room three times and the Red Cross got me on the first plane out of Okinawa (which is another Space-A story to be told later).
By the time I reached Oklahoma City, my daughter was in stable condition and had her referral to a thyroid specialist. Of course, we were on "heart-attack watch" for the first week and I took charge of her two-story house....laundry, dishes, dog, etc. She's now had her second appointment with the specialist and is absolutely fine. She's back at work and back in the swing of things in her life.
Meanwhile, just when things were settling down and I was getting back to work on the strip, my oldest daughter, age 22, who lives just across town, gave birth a month early!
She wasn't due until June 24th and I was scheduled to come to the states on the 11th but Saturday, May 31st, she called me and said "Mom, my back really hurts. What should I do?" By ten o'clock that night, Benjamin Riley Springer was born at Norman Regional Hospital.
So guess whose house I've been cleaning lately? :-D
Finally, all is well. Everyone is healthy. And "Jenny" is back online. Thanks so much for hanging in there with me.
As my gift to you, here's your moment of Zen...
Justin Springer holding son Benjamin Riley Springer
05 May 2008
The following is from http://richardspooralmanac.blogspot.com/
Happy Cartoonist Day! ~ jewls
29 April 2008
I suppose just having someone next to you while you talk about your day can constitute "listening", leaving you feeling satisfied and more able to get past whatever tensions you've built up.
It's what I miss most about him when he's away on duty. ~ jewls
24 April 2008
I had to wonder if that was true for e-mailing? To get the answer, I simply observed Jenny and Cassie continuing their friendship as if the International Dateline didn't exist.
Click on the comic strip or just go to jennyspouse.com for a larger version.
( Note: the truth is, after a six-year study on this very subject, it was found that women spoke a daily average of 16,215 words in their waking hours; men, 15,669. Not that big of a difference...I think the first statistics are more fun. Here's the study.)
16 April 2008
This is transfered verbatim from the Wall Street Journal's Opinion page.
You remember the Strykers from Ft. Lewis, WA. Their tour in Iraq had already been extended and, while their families were practically gathered on the tarmac, awaiting their return (during the holiday season, no less), they were suddenly extended again for 15+ months.
There was such an uproar across the country that Rumsfeld himself came to the base for a special meeting with the spouses. I posted this "as it happened" on jennyspouse.com/page2.html. I no longer have the original text but I'm sure you can find the reports on Google News.
Meanwhile, Ben Stein reached out to those spouses in this letter, published in the Wall Street Journal on August 21, 2004:
Strength at Home: An appreciation of American soldiers' wives.
by BEN STEIN Saturday, August 21, 2004 12:01 a.m. EDT
This is a letter I wrote to the newsletter of an Army unit called the Strykers, stationed in Iraq out of Fort Lewis, Wash. The editor asked me what I would say to make the wives feel appreciated while their husbands are in Iraq. This is what I wrote to one soldier's wife.
I have a great life. I have a wife I adore, a son who is a lazy teenager but I adore him, too. We live in a house with two dogs and four cats. We live in peace. We can worship as we please. We can say what we want. We can walk the streets in safety. We can vote. We can work wherever we want and buy whatever we want. When we sleep, we sleep in peace. When we wake up, it is to the sounds of birds.
All of this, every bit of it, is thanks to your husband, his brave fellow soldiers, and to the wives who keep the home fires burning while the soldiers are away protecting my family and 140 million other families. They protect Republicans and Democrats, Christians, Jews, Muslims and atheists. They protect white, black, yellow, brown and everyone in between. They protect gays and straights, rich and poor.
And none of it could happen without the Army wives, Marine wives, Navy wives, Air Force wives--or husbands--who go to sleep tired and lonely, wake up tired and lonely, and go through the day with a smile on their faces. They feed the kids, put up with the teenagers' surliness, the bills that never stop piling up, the desperate hours when the plumbing breaks and there is no husband to fix it, and the even more desperate hours after the kids have gone to bed, the dishes have been done, the bills have been paid, and the wives realize that they will be sleeping alone--again, for the 300th night in a row.
The wives keep up the fight even when they have to move every couple of years, even when their checks are late, even when they have to make a whole new set of friends every time they move.
And they keep up the fight to keep the family whole even when they feel a lump of dread every time they turn on the news, every time they switch on the computer, every time the phone rings and every time--worst of all--the doorbell rings. Every one of those events--which might mean a baseball score or a weather forecast or a FedEx man to me and my wife--might mean the news that the man they love, the man they have married for better or worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, is now parted from them forever.
These women will never be on the cover of People. They will never be on the tabloid shows on TV about movie stars. But they are the power and the strength that keep America going.
Without them, we are nothing at all. With them, we can do everything.
They are the glue that holds the nation together, stronger than politicians, stronger than talking heads, stronger than al Qaeda.
They deserve all the honor and love a nation can give. They have my prayers, and my wife's, every morning and every night.
Love, and I do mean Love, Ben.
Mr. Stein, a television personality and writer, is co-author with Phil DeMuth of "Can America Survive," forthcoming from Hay House.
(Note from jewls: I know this is old but it was part of a presentation packet I received during my stint as "Member-at-Large" for Kadena's OSC. I'd never seen it before and simply wanted to reprint it here as a reminder that people out there really do know we exist. You know, I've always liked that Ben Stein guy.) :-)
15 April 2008
14 April 2008
First stop: the NEX at Pearl Harbor. I know it's "just another Exchange" but I'm told it's the largest in the world. If you know of a larger one, give me the address. I love shopping treks!
(The real reason this was our first stop is because my hayfever attacked me the minute we landed and I thought my head was going to explode. I forced my husband to get me over there for some antihistamine. We also needed swimsuits and towels for our trip to Waikiki beach)
Second stop: Waikiki Beach, of course! The sand, the surf, the sunbathers, the shops. It's all here. The energy you get from all of the above is so incredible...it's a wonder we ever slept.
The next day, we made our way to Othersville. This is strictly for "Lost" junkies. We found it on GoogleEarth but lostmaplocations.blogspot.com will give you more spots to travel to. Most of the sites are located on the North Shore, near the Dillingham Airfield - where you can rent a glider, which is what my DH and his friend did the last time they were TDY to the island.
Northward: We spent the entire day on the North Shore. We went to the Banzai Pipeline beach, where they hold some of the world championship surfing tournaments every Winter. We didn't see any big waves; instead, we got caught in a very chilly rainstorm. The North Shore of Oahu is absolutely beautiful and the drive from Honolulu is filled with stunning scenery. There are too many links for me to include here so just type "North Shore Oahu" into Google and you'll find a goldmine of places to go and things to do. We regret that we didn't get to go to the Polynesian Cultural Center. Next time. Promise.
Speaking of Culture: We really enjoyed the Hawaiian lifestyle, especially on the North Shore. I loved that the local music can be heard 24/7 on the radio....it's so relaxing to listen to. My favorite artists, so far, are the female trio - Na Leo Pilimehana - and their song "North Shore Serenade". Again, there are too many links for this group but I can direct you to a sample of their music: http://music.yahoo.com/track/1246419.
As soon as my bank account recovers from this trip, I'm going to buy one of their CDs. :-)
Let me know how your own visit, or assignment, to Oahu went and what sorts of things you did.
12 April 2008
Here are some of the highlights from our trip:
Food. My new favorite treat: Pickled Sweet Maui Onions from Buzz's Original Steakhouse in Kaneohe Bay, Oahu. The restaurant is fine dining in a rustic, hawaiian surf-shack setting -- we loved it.
The fabulous pickled onions are on the salad bar but they'll jar them up for you. At $5 a jar, I bought two and sent them home via USPS at Hickam AB.
Art. We went to Johnny and Bonnie Moore's Strong Current surfshop in Haleiwa. A long-time fixture here, they sell a lot of touristy stuff along with their custom-built surfboards.
I was in search of local art and bought two prints by North Shore artist, Heather Brown. I'm very, very happy with them and can't wait to get them framed and hung.
Clothing. Since it was our anniversary, my husband and I decided to get each other authentic Hawaiian gifts. I settled on two Tori Richard Aloha Shirts for him, purchased at the original store in Waikiki.
He'd already bought himself his first one at the Pearl Harbor NEX the day before but, after learning what he had, and then finding the Tori Richard store right down the street from our hotel, I dragged him in there and bought him two from me: one silk and one egyptian cotton. They're really beautiful. My favorite is the silk embroideried "The Aviator".
Jewelry. We heard about
Maui Divers Jewelry located in the Ala Moana mall and headed over there to get his gift for me: a little Hawaiian gold slipper pendant with a little diamond in the middle of the toe straps. I love it! He also bought me a diamond-cut gold chain to go with it. It really sparkles.
Good job, honey!
11 April 2008
In the midst of updating my blogs, I forgot to mention that we are indeed home. Thank you to all of my "Jenny" friends out there who've written to find out if we made it off The Planet of Space-A Travelers safely.
We finally caught a C-12 on Wednesday morning (showtime was 0630 which wasn't too bad because showtime the day before was 0440 -- and that flight ended up getting cancelled. Prob'ly 'cause the crew was still in bed! haha).
Anyway, I've got a bit of jet-lag right now...mostly due to simple lack of sleep from trying to catch airplanes at o'dark-thirty.
I'm going to hit a salad bar somewhere today (one week in Hawaii and my jeans are quite a bit more snug...too much restaurant food) or I might go fresh-vegetable shopping out Gate 2 Street.
I'm suddenly on a health kick. When you travel Space-A, they constantly ask how much you weigh. And then they add it to the weight of your luggage. Depressing!!! haha
10 April 2008
If you're interested in joining the world of Space-A travelers, please check with your local AMC terminal for complete rules and regulations regarding your personal situation and traveler status. And please keep checking back here for the dates of the show. We'll want you to call in and participate with your questions and concerns. Hopefully, we can get enough interest in the subject that Wendy and Marie will be able to get a qualified representative to come on a future show to address all of your issues.
Let us now continue with
- Don't be a diva. In the Air Force, most of the airplanes available for Space-A travel are C-17s and KC-135s. Yes, these are cargo planes and air-refuelers. If you get one of these airplanes, for the next 8+ hours you'll be sitting in a jumpseat, most likely webbed canvas, straight-backed against the airplane's frame. You'll use the bathroom in a rudimentary version of an airline lavatory but without the amenities even that implies. For instance, the KC-135 we took to Hawaii didn't have a working sink in the lav but the crew was happy to supply alcohol wipes. Usually, one lav serves the crew and all of the passengers (we had about 44 men, women, and children on that flight, excluding the crew).
No open-toed or high-heeled shoes are allowed in Space-A travel and I would think twice about wearing a dress or shorts. The planes fly very high and it's very, very cold inside. Carry a jacket and a small pillow.
- Travel light. Some airplanes have weight limits. Before leaving the house, my husband and I weigh everything, including carry-ons (laptops, cosmetic totes, etc.). Our magic number is 30 pounds total per person. Twice we've gotten the only two seats available on both a C-12 and a C-21 because the weight limit was 30 pounds per person (or 60 pounds total because we were traveling together).
My husband and I bought backpacks specifically for our Space-A trips: they're lightweight and small enough to fit in the overhead bins but long/tall enough to carry all of our stuff. They have special wet/dry pockets as well as clips inside the compartments for keys, etc. We bring just enough clothes to be tourists in. If you're planning on bringing dressy outfits, the backpack option may not be for you. If you shop when you get to your destination (I certainly do...after all, isn't that the point of the trip???), you can mail your items and extra clothing back home via the USPS at the nearest military base. All that's needed here is a little planning and time management. You might even get to use the internal mailing system known as MPS and send your package back to your home base for free. Ask your USPS clerk.
Be prepared to take lesser accomodations. Our trip last week was to Hawaii. We deliberately made no plans for a hotel because we wanted the freedom to take whatever was available. As soon as we landed at Hickam AFB, we started calling all of the military installations on Oahu, asking what billeting they had available. There were absolutely no rooms anywhere so we called a travel agency that ultimately got us a room at the Waikiki Resort Hotel located barely one block from Waikiki Beach (...and barely one block from Island Soap & Candle Works!). We stayed at WRH for three nights before deciding to branch out and see the other side of the island.
For the next couple of nights, we stayed on the USMC post, Kaneohe Bay, on the Windward side of the island. One of those nights was spent in the BOQ (Bachelor Officers' Quarters) for $40 a night. The building was WWII era with hand-crank windows and thickly-painted closet doors but it was all part of the charm. (A lot of Hawaii's WWII military buildings are still in use and some of those on the Schofield Barracks Army post still have strafing marks all across the fronts and sides of them from the Japanese attacks.)
Be aware that many military billeting facilities only have internet available in the lobby or "commons" areas. Don't be shy about showing up in your jammies, with your hair up in a towel...nobody expects you to be beautiful in these places (remember, they're all paying $40 a night, too!). Take your laptop and affect a look of deep concentration and nobody will look at you twice.
Be prepared to take more expensive accomodations. Our last night in Hawaii was the worst for finding a place to stay. It seems Spring Break doesn't occur all at once in the U.S.
The first week we were there, everything was booked because of Spring Break. The second week we were there, everything was still booked because of the second wave of Spring Breakers.
So we decided to go to the MWR hotel - The Hale Koa - right on Waikiki Beach and take anything they had...even if it was a closet with a Murphy bed inside. Turns out, they only had one room, oceanside, overlooking the beach, the pool, and the courtyard. Darn the luck! Of course, we took it. It cost us $179 but ended up being worth every penny. At sunset, we sat out on our deck above the palm trees and the ocean and watched a flotilla of sailboats move lazily past. It was quite romantic.
Be prepared to have NO accomodations. We met a young spouse who was traveling back to Okinawa from her Space-A trip to the east coast, stateside. She told us she and her baby had slept in the AMC terminal at Travis AFB because there were no rooms to be had anywhere. She didn't make a fuss about it. She knew the Space-A ropes and just shrugged her shoulders.
The trip home. "Space Available" means just that: Space Available. Period. Military aircraft are not obliged to carry passengers. It's their perogative and our privilege. You may or may not get the flights you want, either coming or going.
The military flights from Hawaii to Japan, or even to Guam, had dried up during the last few days of our stay. We finally had to buy a commercial ticket on Saturday to get out of Hawaii (we were sad to go but, after a week of tourism, our vacation money was running out). We flew back to Tokyo because there were no commercial flights to Okinawa for another week (fallout from the ATA closure). We checked into the Kanto Lodge at Yokota AB and started working on getting a Space-A flight home which means we packed our stuff and trucked over to the AMC terminal every single day until we got lucky on the third day.
Old School travelers see it as a game. They laugh when they don't get a ride and then they stake out their position in front of the schedule monitors that hang from the walls of the terminals, telling each other which flight is likely to go and which "TBD" flight will drop to "0" under the PAX column.
Space-A Speak. Some buzz-words to know when you're in the Space-A rotation are: Show-Time for Roll Call or simply Show-Time (this tells you what time they'll call the names of the lucky few chosen to be on today's flight...show up early and get yourself checked in or they won't call your name at all), Seat-Count (how many passengers will be allowed on the flight you want...this number is listed under the column usually called PAX on the schedule and more often than not says "TBD" - To Be Determined), and Weight or Weight Limit (how much weight you will be allowed...a combined total of your checked and carry-on baggage).
When you're stranded in the terminal after your show-time of 0400 has been delayed, these are the topics that will be discussed over and over by everyone around you. Use your new buzz-words and join in on the conversations. You'll learn so much about how to be a successful Space-A traveler that you'll be "hopping" every chance you get.
- spacea.info - everything you wanted to know about Military Space-A Travel
- takeahop.com - how to sign up online and more.
- pepperd.com - Derk Pepperd's Space-A message board
08 April 2008
It'll be two weeks tomorrow since we started our vacation. We spent six days total in Hawaii. The rest of the time has been spent getting in or out of Tokyo via either military transport or commercial air.
I'm composing an essay with all of the juicy details which I hope to be posting here in the next few days.
We might be getting on a flight this morning. It's currently 0645 and we're at the AMC terminal, Yokota AB, Japan. "Roll Call" for the next flight has been postponed, pending an adjustment on the "seat count". These terms and others will be explained in my essay.
Have a nice day! ~ jewls
07 April 2008
Not everyone can successfully carry the weight inherent with the job of military wife but those who do are impressive to behold.
Today I saw one of these women - a young spouse - pushing a luggage cart into the lobby of the Kanto Lodge. Stacked on the cart were two full-sized suitcases and, perfectly perched atop those, an infant's carseat. On the girl's hip, in the crook of her left arm, was the baby - probably all of six months old.
The young mother's curly blond hair was neatly ponytailed and out of the way. She was dressed comfortably in t-shirt, cargo pants, and sturdy Timberlands. A small backpack hung loosely off one shoulder. She smoothly guided the luggage cart and cargo into the hotel's commons area and stopped.
In an effortless series of moves, her right hand came off the cart, shifted the baby to a more stable position on her hip, reached backward to slide into the last strap of the backpack, and once more took control of the cart. All the while, her eyes never once left the flight schedules displayed on the plasma screen mounted near the front desk. She was taking a trip somewhere, traveling "Space-A", baby on hip, and looking absolutely fearless. There was nothing about her that would indicate she might be "dependent" in any way.
As I admired her calm, it occurred to me that she and her baby were perhaps minutes away from climbing into the jumpseat of a C-17, or a KC-135, flying away from Japan, over the Pacific Ocean, to one of the places listed on that screen - Singapore, Hickam, Travis - yet she was as cool as if she were simply traveling from her living room to her kitchen.
I couldn't help but think of Ginger Rogers, of whom it is said did everything Fred Astaire did, only backwards...and in high heels.* And I realized how perfectly that old saying describes the military wife.
I didn't say anything to the girl. I left her to finish planning her trip, vacation, or PCS, by herself. She was "dancing" like a pro and the last thing I wanted to do was break her concentration.
* Quote attributed to Bob Thaves' 1982 "Frank & Ernest" comic strip. Link is here: backwards...and in high heels
06 April 2008
Cheers! ~ jewls
23 March 2008
10 March 2008
Shortly afterwards, this guy asked me: "So...what do you...DO?" When I told him I was a cartoonist, he said "Of what? Anything I'd know?"
I was still in the early stages of getting "Jenny" off the ground and wasn't really telling anybody about it so, instead, I told him about the military newspapers I'd worked for in the past. He just shrugged and changed the subject.
It reminded me of Ellen Burstyn's line in "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore" when she was arguing with Kris Kristofferson in the middle of the diner. She yelled that she was going to Monterey because she was a singer. He yelled back, "Well, are ya any good?" And she retorted, "I'm as good as I am!"
That's what I wanted to say to this misogynist friend of my husband's but it didn't fit anywhere into the conversation.
I'm as good as I am. Whether you know my work or not.
03 March 2008
20 January 2008
The military doesn't work on a 9-to-5 schedule. The other day, we got to the shopette just in time to meet the donut truck at 0330 hrs.
This one's from the archives: April 23, 2006. I love the drool on Jenny's face.
02 January 2008
It's exciting for me and a milestone of sorts in military-themed comic strips. "Jenny" is the first - and, so far, ONLY - comic strip about the life of a military spouse.
The storylines follow spouses, both female and male, who are constantly keeping things together while their mates are often deployed to the Middle East.These storylines chronicle not only my life but that of my friends and family.
The uniqueness of the strip is what caught Dr. Caswell's eye. I'm honored more than I can say and hope to keep the collection full with original sketches and tear sheets for years to come.