“Moving” right along…ha ha ha ha ha January 30, 2007

Oh, I kill me. Anyway…moving plans are moving right along. I had a wonderful time this morning with our housing office. Turns out that privitization of military housing is in fact a really crappy idea. I called our next base’s housing office to apply for housing. She said to go to our housing office here with two copies of my husband’s orders, fill out an application, and fax it to them. The application was form 1746. So I call the housing office and they have no idea what I am talking about. They seriously didn’t know a thing. So I went to the insurance office to switch doctors and while there, I talked to Army Community Services and asked about it. They had never heard of it either but they knew about this cool little thing called “Google” and found the form, printed me off two copies (I am keeping one…I will not go through this again), and now can better help future families. Where, Pinnacle is just stupid and they are as stupid now as they were when I first called. Because they just don’t care.

But all is well. I got a toddler bed for my daughter from freecycle. It’s a Winnie the Pooh bed. It’s pretty cute. Has her off the floor. Oh, and a doorknob thingy so that she can’t open her door. Maybe now it won’t take 2 hours of fighting and screaming to get her to bed. Now she is at least trapped in her room, right? I’ve had to start locking all the upstairs rooms because she was getting into everything. My jewelry, the medicine cabinet, etc. She is very smart and resourceful. I was worried that she would fill herself a bath or go to the park or who know what else she might decide to do. Maybe rappel down the side of the house. Anyway.

That’s what’s going on here. Talk to you all later.

Oh, and the wait on housing is only 30-60 days after inproccessing. Means 30 -60 days after we get there but, hey, that’s better than years, which was what I was worried about. Later all.

Free Stuff!!! January 20, 2007

So, I bought these jeans at Lane Bryant and they had buttons on the back pockets. Not, like buttons one would sew on but buttons like you would put on with a hammer and a rivet setting set. I’ve had them a couple of weeks and one of the “buttons” comes off. I am not too concerned until I see me reflection and the flap of the pocket is sticking out like a little butt flag. Not cool. So I decide to take them back. Only one problem. They are the only jeans I have. So I go in anyway, by which time, the other “button” has also disappeared. I go in and explain the situation and how I don’t want a new pair of the same jeans because I think it will just happen again but I also didn’t like any of the other jeans I tried on and so the wonderful, beautiful women behind the counter refunds my money. Just like that. I got free jeans. Not just any free jeans. Free $40 jeans which I hadn’t really had the green light to buy. I mean, I was authorized to buy jeans, but $40 jeans? Probably should have had permission. But now, the price is right.

And how cool is Lane Bryant? There is a reason they are more expensive than Wal-Mart or Target. It’s because of this little thing called “customer service”. Really, it’s an amazing thing. And you know what I am probably going to do with me money? Spend it at Lane Bryant on shirts to go with my cool free pants.

So, there was something else I was going to write about but now that it is 335 in the morning, I just can’t remember. Later.

Entry for January 14, 2007 January 14, 2007

Well, I am 26 years old. To be honest, I’ve never had a birthday before where I said, “Hey, I am getting old!” I mean, I remember when I was in high school. Twenty-one year olds were cool. twenty-four year olds were cool but the 26 year olds, well, they were getting kinda out of touch. And I know that I am getting out of touch. I mean, I don’t get high schoolers. Guys shaving their chests and wearing women’s pants because “they fit better”. Girls going out with said guys. I don’t understand. I told myself when I was in high school that I would never forget what it was like to be young. And I haven’t. But the way that I was young is so different from the way that they are young. I am not saying they are wrong, just different. I don’t understand it. I don’t empathize. I don’t even know where to begin. <SIGH>
And then there is my beautiful THREE year old daughter. I can’t believe she’s 3. How did that happen? I remember when she was born (of course I remember but I remember it like it was yesterday). I was going through baby clothes yesterday (am getting rid of two big boxes–aren’t you all proud of me?) and I held up this little footed pajamas. The 100% cotton, white with green and yellow frogs and duckies on it. Super soft, Carter’s. And I held it in my arms and remember how she felt in my arms when she fit into them. I was almost getting teary when said daughter began to “help” me sort the clothing. And then due to husband-absence-not-enough-sleep-induced impatience, the moment was gone.
But it’s back. I am holding this wonderful little girl on my lap and I wonder where all the time has gone. I begin to question myself and everything. Are we strict enough with her? Do we discipline correctly? Are we too strict? Am I spending enough time training and teaching her? Am I too selfish? Is my marriage a good example to her? Am I a good example to her? Will she make the same mistakes I made? Will I be able to deal with the new ones she makes?
But, on the less pensive side, we have a beautiful home, soon to be left for new adventures. We have a soon to be large cat who is usually lots of fun. I have new and old friends. I made two great cakes (daughter wanted white and I (surprise) wanted chocolate). My husband has a good job that is paying for our nomadic natures. Life is good. I am getting old but life is good.

Oh, and I know I am not really getting old. As my wise, elderly (he he he he) parents are fond of saying, “You aren’t old until you can’t have fun any more.” And by that ruler, I am nowhere near being old.

We are all boring January 13, 2007

I just wrote a funny and semi long blog. And then I deleted it accidently. And so now I am not going to write it again. Just know that you should all be writing more and I am missing my hubby and Penske Truck Rental has gotten a thousand dollars more expensive then when I checked last time. Guess I should have reserved it then huh.

Later,.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! January 1, 2007

Happy New Year everyone.

My plane ride was incredible. Our first flight was late and so we missed our connection. The airline put us in an incredible hotel. The bed was like a piece of heaven. Literally. It was all white and down comfortery and feather pillows. It was the best bed that I have ever slept in and if I had been in bed for more than four hours and asleep for more than 3 1/2 (Jael did her, “I am going to stay up all night because it’s the first night in a hotel” thing), I would have been doing great. But we made our flight to my in-laws and had Christmas with them.

We are at my folks now. I will write about the next couple of days later but I want to spend time with them now.

Happy New Years!