So, SGT T left on Monday. I came home from the farewell thing and proceeded to invite 80 gazillion people I only kind of knew in high school to be my friends on facebook. Only later did I see the connection, but whatever. Most people accepted and it looks like I'm not the only one that is a friend whore, so who cares. Besides, I'm hoping that most everybody is past all the cliques and social stigmas we had back then. In any case, I've spent entirely too much time on facebook this week and now that my mom is on her way here, I feel hopeful that I'll be distracted a bit more. Besides, it's not like I don't have a shit ton of stuff to do, and she'll keep me on track.
I go pick up my mom tonight, she gets in around 8 so we wont get back to my place until around 10. But, since I'm living on insomnia-time and she's on west coast time, we'll probably be able to catch some Thursday TV with the DVR. I'm going to miss my DVR. I'll have to go back to internet TV to catch all the shows I miss and just can't live without. Sigh.
SGT T called yesterday. They are in some country somewhere, I wont write what he said because as far as I can tell, it's not a real country and I don't want to either a) embarrass him, or b) give away top secret US super stealthy countries hidden in the middle of nowhere. He did, however, get to have a layover in Germany which I pointed out to him meant that he finally got to visit one of our 'must see' destinations before me. Granted, just an airport, but it still made him happy. They will be in their top secret made-up country for an undetermined number of days before loading up and heading off to their final destination where he will be trapped for the next 13 months with nothing but a two week mid-tour leave to look forward to. I guess when you're in prison two weeks is a long time, right?
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
January 29, 2009
January 8, 2009
Put a sock in it, puhleeeaaase.
I. AM. SO. BORED. Earlier this week was all hectic and phone calls and reservations and cancellations and re-schedulings and to do lists for the next three weeks. Those To Do lists are still there because of the cancellations and re-schedulings where it turns out I can't make things happen RIGHT NOW just because I want them to. No matter how much crying I do. So now I've got some "down time" while I wait for move day to get a little closer.
Turns out Mom is going to come out and help me with the packing and movers and cats. The final decision is to fly across the country and leave the car in storage. This will be my first experience flying with animals. I'm really excited. Really. I've decided to take them as carry-on instead of checked luggage because of the $75 difference in fees. Per cat. Bankrupt airlines, my ass. Baggage fees, "extra legroom" fees, meal fees, pet fees; bend over fees is more like it.
So, mom is coming out at the end of the month, she'll help me clean the house which I apparently need because I rarely do cleaning here. Only when I start hearing hints from SGT T about something, you know, like, "Wow, when did we get a furry garbage can?". Chances are, knowing that mom is on her way out here will motivate me to clean before she arrives. Then we'll deal with the cats and hope they don't create any scenes on the plane. It could be embarrassing.
The good news is that we decided to hire a company to do all the packing and moving for us. Since SGT T will be gone before any packing is done I figured the best way to be sure nothing winds up broken, by my fault, would be to hire somebody. I found a company that does all the packing, moving, and has their own storage facility and feel pretty OK about the amount of money we will be giving them over the course of the next year or so. For the most part. You might call me lazy but it is more a matter of time and ease and insurance. I mean, if I'm going to have to hire somebody to load up the truck anyways, and if I'm going to have to put our stuff in storage anyways, why not have them pack the boxes? They said that if we packed, we would be responsible if something broke because of packing during the move, whereas if they do it, they are. And after you figure in the cost of boxes and time, it turned out to be a better deal to have them do it. The guy that came out for the in-home estimate said they'll start around 8:30 in the morning and be done by 1 in the afternoon at the latest. I can guarantee you that if I were doing the packing, even with Mom's help, it would take all day.
So, SGT T is leaving soon. I'm sad. Today we had to go to a FRG meeting which turned out to be incredibly lame and pointless, but for some reason when we sit there during these meetings and the Captain is talking about the deployment I get all weepy and blurry eyed and have to think about other topics lest I publicly embarrass myself. Maybe it is more real to hear him say it, because I don't usually get that emotional about it when we talk about it at home. Sometimes, but not always.
I just realized that I've written a lot about nothing and in a not very coherent way, so we'll just stop now. M'kay?
Turns out Mom is going to come out and help me with the packing and movers and cats. The final decision is to fly across the country and leave the car in storage. This will be my first experience flying with animals. I'm really excited. Really. I've decided to take them as carry-on instead of checked luggage because of the $75 difference in fees. Per cat. Bankrupt airlines, my ass. Baggage fees, "extra legroom" fees, meal fees, pet fees; bend over fees is more like it.
So, mom is coming out at the end of the month, she'll help me clean the house which I apparently need because I rarely do cleaning here. Only when I start hearing hints from SGT T about something, you know, like, "Wow, when did we get a furry garbage can?". Chances are, knowing that mom is on her way out here will motivate me to clean before she arrives. Then we'll deal with the cats and hope they don't create any scenes on the plane. It could be embarrassing.
The good news is that we decided to hire a company to do all the packing and moving for us. Since SGT T will be gone before any packing is done I figured the best way to be sure nothing winds up broken, by my fault, would be to hire somebody. I found a company that does all the packing, moving, and has their own storage facility and feel pretty OK about the amount of money we will be giving them over the course of the next year or so. For the most part. You might call me lazy but it is more a matter of time and ease and insurance. I mean, if I'm going to have to hire somebody to load up the truck anyways, and if I'm going to have to put our stuff in storage anyways, why not have them pack the boxes? They said that if we packed, we would be responsible if something broke because of packing during the move, whereas if they do it, they are. And after you figure in the cost of boxes and time, it turned out to be a better deal to have them do it. The guy that came out for the in-home estimate said they'll start around 8:30 in the morning and be done by 1 in the afternoon at the latest. I can guarantee you that if I were doing the packing, even with Mom's help, it would take all day.
So, SGT T is leaving soon. I'm sad. Today we had to go to a FRG meeting which turned out to be incredibly lame and pointless, but for some reason when we sit there during these meetings and the Captain is talking about the deployment I get all weepy and blurry eyed and have to think about other topics lest I publicly embarrass myself. Maybe it is more real to hear him say it, because I don't usually get that emotional about it when we talk about it at home. Sometimes, but not always.
I just realized that I've written a lot about nothing and in a not very coherent way, so we'll just stop now. M'kay?
January 2, 2009
What? What am I doing?!
I took down my 2008 re-cap for now, I've got to reconsider some of my answers and give it some more thought. Sort of like my resume, finding a way to word my irrelevant experience so I appear to be the ideal candidate for the job. I've got to find a way to make "spent the year unemployed, sitting on the couch watching TV and reading brain candy books, feeling my ass expand with each commercial break and turn of the page" sound desirable and as if it is exactly what I had hoped to do with my year.
We're back from Oregon and what a great trip! We got to see friends and family, and spend the holiday with them. It was the first time SGT T had been home for Christmas in a couple years; in 2006 I left him alone in Utah (Utah!) while I spent the holiday at home with family (long story, but he swears he was OK with it), and in 2007 we were both in Korea (I'd say moving across the world makes up for the Utah incident, wouldn't you?). I think we were both especially happy to be able to be home and surrounded by people that care about us. Especially with him leaving at the end of the month and missing next Christmas.
We were able to spend the night before our flight in Portland and see SGT T's mom - I finally met my mother-in-law! SGT T and I have known each other for 8 or so years, been together for three and a half of those, and I had never met his mom. It's about time!
We made it home, the return flight nowhere near as miserable as the flight out. No terrible seatmate, we got to sit next to each other, and no miserable delays. We rang in the New Year with our usual tendency towards rowdy craziness: sitting on the couch watching TV. Except we threw in a twist this year, instead of suffering through Ryan Seacrest and his boyband looks and annoyingly stylish suits, we spent it with my boyfriend on CNN, Anderson. Definitely a good decision, last year in Korea we watched Ryan and Dick and it was a sad, painful affair, the likes of which I hope to never repeat. My favorite part was when Kathy Griffin punched Anderson Cooper in the stomach and he giggled. Oh ho, it makes me chuckle just remembering it.
January will be a pretty hectic month for us, I hope you'll be patient. Not that you have ever been a demanding crowd; there has never been a mob with pitchforks and other painful farm tools the likes of which I hope to never see outside of a corn field outside my door requesting me to blog for them, but when I do write, you might get tired of me rambling about SGT T leaving and all the stress of packing and figuring out the logistics of moving and stuff. I thought I had it all figured out: after he leaves, rent a truck, load it up, unload it at a storage unit, and drive with the cats across the country. Easy enough, no? Now it turns out SGT T doesn't want me to drive, wants me to leave the car here in storage and fly, then buy a car once I get home. Which, on the one hand, yay! a new car! But on the other hand, no, not a new car, a used car that will last the year until we find out where he'll be going when he gets back. He said I could buy a new new car if I wanted, but part of the goal for this deployment is the getting rid of debt and the creating of a real savings. So, my dad was all, oh there is an '88 Ford Escort Wagon for $700 here! Ugh! We'll see. If things are that bad then I may just bite the bullet and get a cool new car. What a snob!
OK, so hey, Happy New Year! I have no idea what is happening yet except that at the end of the month I'm supposed to move back across the country, with two cats, and with or without a car. Sounds fun, care to join me?
We're back from Oregon and what a great trip! We got to see friends and family, and spend the holiday with them. It was the first time SGT T had been home for Christmas in a couple years; in 2006 I left him alone in Utah (Utah!) while I spent the holiday at home with family (long story, but he swears he was OK with it), and in 2007 we were both in Korea (I'd say moving across the world makes up for the Utah incident, wouldn't you?). I think we were both especially happy to be able to be home and surrounded by people that care about us. Especially with him leaving at the end of the month and missing next Christmas.
We were able to spend the night before our flight in Portland and see SGT T's mom - I finally met my mother-in-law! SGT T and I have known each other for 8 or so years, been together for three and a half of those, and I had never met his mom. It's about time!
We made it home, the return flight nowhere near as miserable as the flight out. No terrible seatmate, we got to sit next to each other, and no miserable delays. We rang in the New Year with our usual tendency towards rowdy craziness: sitting on the couch watching TV. Except we threw in a twist this year, instead of suffering through Ryan Seacrest and his boyband looks and annoyingly stylish suits, we spent it with my boyfriend on CNN, Anderson. Definitely a good decision, last year in Korea we watched Ryan and Dick and it was a sad, painful affair, the likes of which I hope to never repeat. My favorite part was when Kathy Griffin punched Anderson Cooper in the stomach and he giggled. Oh ho, it makes me chuckle just remembering it.
January will be a pretty hectic month for us, I hope you'll be patient. Not that you have ever been a demanding crowd; there has never been a mob with pitchforks and other painful farm tools the likes of which I hope to never see outside of a corn field outside my door requesting me to blog for them, but when I do write, you might get tired of me rambling about SGT T leaving and all the stress of packing and figuring out the logistics of moving and stuff. I thought I had it all figured out: after he leaves, rent a truck, load it up, unload it at a storage unit, and drive with the cats across the country. Easy enough, no? Now it turns out SGT T doesn't want me to drive, wants me to leave the car here in storage and fly, then buy a car once I get home. Which, on the one hand, yay! a new car! But on the other hand, no, not a new car, a used car that will last the year until we find out where he'll be going when he gets back. He said I could buy a new new car if I wanted, but part of the goal for this deployment is the getting rid of debt and the creating of a real savings. So, my dad was all, oh there is an '88 Ford Escort Wagon for $700 here! Ugh! We'll see. If things are that bad then I may just bite the bullet and get a cool new car. What a snob!
OK, so hey, Happy New Year! I have no idea what is happening yet except that at the end of the month I'm supposed to move back across the country, with two cats, and with or without a car. Sounds fun, care to join me?
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