I made the trailer reservation. Indy seems to like her travel case, but she was really cold this morning. She's sitting in my lap right now. There's three hours to kill between now and the time we can pick up the trailer. I also rented a dolly. So worth the ten dollars. I also got insurance.
We ate at Uno last night. The boys made their own pizzas. JG had chili. I had the haddock. I love haddock. Next to seabass it's my favorite white fish. My mom used to make baked haddock fillets with canned whole tomatoes, two onions cut into rings and on top of that thick slices of a sharp Vermont cheddar and it was served over thin spaghetti. One of my all-time favorite dishes.
I'm hooked on Food Network's 'Chopped.' The last time I watched it I was really annoyed the judges keep talking about how you can't mix fish and cheese.
Now that I made myself really hungry for breakfast I'm going to tackle the day. Hopefully we can be out of here by lunchtime.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Not as planned
It's Sunday night. Originally we were supposed to already be on the road to Washington. By Friday, it was apparent that the goal was too ambitious so at our last appointment at the Pentagon we changed our departure date to Monday.
JG and I fought over how much of what we kept out was going to fit in the truck and we had plans to visit a friend in West Virginia tonight so I said, "Fine. I give up in this argument, go get the trailer." I figured I could suck up doing things his way for now and along the road trip I could condense and repack so by the time we rolled through Montana the trailer would be returned and we'd be arriving our final destination the way I had wanted to leave Virginia. My actual, genuine buy-in to his plan happened a good hour after every U-Haul in a 100-mile radius closed. Although there was a U-Haul less than 10 minutes away, JG was compelled to get my full buy-in of the trailer plan right when I told him to get it. He told me, "you said 'go get the trailer' begrudgingly."
Looking back on it, how adorable is it that he wanted me to believe he was right?
I threw away JG's Star Wars popsicles that were in the freezer. I was so obsessed with cleaning out the kitchen I didn't even think twice. I felt bad when I realized that he didn't even had one yet, and that when he bought them he was serious about eating them and that they weren't just our BBQ gag favor.
So I bought Indy, our snake, a travel case. It's a nice canvas one with mesh screens that you'd expect to see a chihuahua in. It's pink. I like it. Then, the boys and I bought sunglasses today at Old Navy while JG was in Home Depot returning the excess flooring and tile and weird odds and ends we didn't end up using for the rennovations. I even bought sun glass pouches. I like the pouches. Mine is pink.
JG and I fought over how much of what we kept out was going to fit in the truck and we had plans to visit a friend in West Virginia tonight so I said, "Fine. I give up in this argument, go get the trailer." I figured I could suck up doing things his way for now and along the road trip I could condense and repack so by the time we rolled through Montana the trailer would be returned and we'd be arriving our final destination the way I had wanted to leave Virginia. My actual, genuine buy-in to his plan happened a good hour after every U-Haul in a 100-mile radius closed. Although there was a U-Haul less than 10 minutes away, JG was compelled to get my full buy-in of the trailer plan right when I told him to get it. He told me, "you said 'go get the trailer' begrudgingly."
Looking back on it, how adorable is it that he wanted me to believe he was right?
I threw away JG's Star Wars popsicles that were in the freezer. I was so obsessed with cleaning out the kitchen I didn't even think twice. I felt bad when I realized that he didn't even had one yet, and that when he bought them he was serious about eating them and that they weren't just our BBQ gag favor.
So I bought Indy, our snake, a travel case. It's a nice canvas one with mesh screens that you'd expect to see a chihuahua in. It's pink. I like it. Then, the boys and I bought sunglasses today at Old Navy while JG was in Home Depot returning the excess flooring and tile and weird odds and ends we didn't end up using for the rennovations. I even bought sun glass pouches. I like the pouches. Mine is pink.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Know your audience
So as we're leaving the book signing JG says.
Today is the day before our "final out" at our unit and this weekend we leave for Washington. The biggest angst about the move has been figuring out where we would live. Why? Privatized housing discriminates against most pets that aren't either feline or canine. I find this particularly ironic as our pet snake who pees in a cage (and her pee crystalizes at that) is zero property risk wheras dogs and cats have been known to chew base boards, claw carpeting, tinkle on the carpet or ruin blinds. So after a month of trying to figure out finances of living off base or on base with a mortgage here in Vigrinia and no prospective renters yet, we have friends in Spokane who will take our ball python, Indy, so we can move into base housing.
In other developments this week I am married to the Air Force's Print Journalist of the Year and number one feature writer. Also, he placed second in the photojournalist category. Way to go, JG! Kisses.
"He reads our blog."And I feel like a jerk because Mr. Moore knows I would have preferred to be packing for the move.
Today is the day before our "final out" at our unit and this weekend we leave for Washington. The biggest angst about the move has been figuring out where we would live. Why? Privatized housing discriminates against most pets that aren't either feline or canine. I find this particularly ironic as our pet snake who pees in a cage (and her pee crystalizes at that) is zero property risk wheras dogs and cats have been known to chew base boards, claw carpeting, tinkle on the carpet or ruin blinds. So after a month of trying to figure out finances of living off base or on base with a mortgage here in Vigrinia and no prospective renters yet, we have friends in Spokane who will take our ball python, Indy, so we can move into base housing.
In other developments this week I am married to the Air Force's Print Journalist of the Year and number one feature writer. Also, he placed second in the photojournalist category. Way to go, JG! Kisses.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Christopher Moore
If I didn't have WiFi right now waiting with JG I'd be going CRAZY. His favorite author, Christopher Moore, is going to do a book reading and signing in about 20 minutes. JG is reading his newest release, BITE ME, as I'm blogging. And not that there's anything wrong with blogging - I love you all - but there's about a million more things that need to get done before the move. We leave in five days. SIGH.
We went to Mr. Moore's book signing last year when he released FOOL. About now, if JG were reading over my shoulder he'd make a 'single guy' joke relating to the timing of the book release with our wedding. Yes, Christopher Moore got an invitation. No, he didn't come. He signed my copy of Lamb. I was only about halfway through it when he signed it. He cared enough to ask how I liked it. I said "so far, so good" and that's how he signed it.
Yesterday JG and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. We started the day by taking the kids to the "boss's house." (This is what JG likes to call the White House.) It was the annual Easter Egg Roll and we were almost first in line. We were able to get tickets because JG had deployed last year. Next to the income tax return it was the second-best perk to him being deployed. The kids had a blast.
SIDENOTE: It just occurs to me I'm the only one here with a laptop. It will probably be rude, especially sitting in the front row, if I don't put it away while he speaks :UNSIDENOTE
As a kid I remember seeing the White House Easter Egg Roll featured on the ABC/CBS nightly news (Dad would switch back and forth between the two over the years, but never NBC). Anyway - I imagined that the "roll" would have been at least 50 feet or so. I seemed as if it were only five, but JG is convinced it was more like 25.
After that Zachary did hula-hooping and then both of the boys did Basketball and Tennis "phonics." JG walked one of the volunteer tennis coaches over to me and introduced me. Turns out she was Billie Jean King. She was not wearing a name tag. If she was I honestly wouldn't know who she was anyway. You could tell she was really having a blast working with the kids. I overheard her tell another parent that they (not sure exactly who "they" is) just started a 95-year-old and up tennis league. If only I had that much spunk now! :)
Then we went over to another sporting area and the boys played catch. Edward decided it was easier to play catch without a glove. It was cute.
We ran into some friends while we were there. The Zachary family drove up from Florida to attend. Stacia was so cute showing our Zachary her service coat nametag :) The Lapetoda family commuted in from Maryland. JG says I gave him a nasty look when I saw him conversing and taking photos of a blonde. I think April saw it too - she teased me. It was funny - which brings me to .... So the other day I was reading Cosmo at the salon and it said not all women want to steal your style, your job and your man. Well, there's enough of them to warrant caution.
SIDENOTE: Is there anyone else is this crowd NOT reading his book? :UNSIDENOTE
He's here. GTG.
We went to Mr. Moore's book signing last year when he released FOOL. About now, if JG were reading over my shoulder he'd make a 'single guy' joke relating to the timing of the book release with our wedding. Yes, Christopher Moore got an invitation. No, he didn't come. He signed my copy of Lamb. I was only about halfway through it when he signed it. He cared enough to ask how I liked it. I said "so far, so good" and that's how he signed it.
SIDENOTE: It just occurs to me I'm the only one here with a laptop. It will probably be rude, especially sitting in the front row, if I don't put it away while he speaks :UNSIDENOTE
As a kid I remember seeing the White House Easter Egg Roll featured on the ABC/CBS nightly news (Dad would switch back and forth between the two over the years, but never NBC). Anyway - I imagined that the "roll" would have been at least 50 feet or so. I seemed as if it were only five, but JG is convinced it was more like 25.
After that Zachary did hula-hooping and then both of the boys did Basketball and Tennis "phonics." JG walked one of the volunteer tennis coaches over to me and introduced me. Turns out she was Billie Jean King. She was not wearing a name tag. If she was I honestly wouldn't know who she was anyway. You could tell she was really having a blast working with the kids. I overheard her tell another parent that they (not sure exactly who "they" is) just started a 95-year-old and up tennis league. If only I had that much spunk now! :)
Then we went over to another sporting area and the boys played catch. Edward decided it was easier to play catch without a glove. It was cute.
We ran into some friends while we were there. The Zachary family drove up from Florida to attend. Stacia was so cute showing our Zachary her service coat nametag :) The Lapetoda family commuted in from Maryland. JG says I gave him a nasty look when I saw him conversing and taking photos of a blonde. I think April saw it too - she teased me. It was funny - which brings me to .... So the other day I was reading Cosmo at the salon and it said not all women want to steal your style, your job and your man. Well, there's enough of them to warrant caution.
SIDENOTE: Is there anyone else is this crowd NOT reading his book? :UNSIDENOTE
He's here. GTG.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Camping out at home
The laptop is on a folding table and I'm sitting on a blow-up mattress. Any minute the contractor will start rennovations and I'm stuck wondering what color paint to do the livingroom. Home Depot made an appointment for us to purchase the other half of our materials this afternoon. We bought the first half Saturday and was a little dissappointed their 10 percent military discount is capped at $200.
I found an exotic pet boarder in Maryland today. Wondering if long-term boarding may be an option for Indy. The contractor who runs Fairchild Air Force Base's privitized housing won't allow "large constrictor snakes." Indy may look intimidating to a person who doesn't like or understand snakes, but trust me, she's no anaconda.
The movers came last week and hauled away most of our belongings. I have a few kitchen essentials, four suitcases of clothes and odds and ends that, fingers crossed, will fit in the back of the truck.
Next weekend JG and I celebrate our one-year anniversary - hopefully by next Monday we wont't be too exhausted to enjoy it.
I found an exotic pet boarder in Maryland today. Wondering if long-term boarding may be an option for Indy. The contractor who runs Fairchild Air Force Base's privitized housing won't allow "large constrictor snakes." Indy may look intimidating to a person who doesn't like or understand snakes, but trust me, she's no anaconda.
The movers came last week and hauled away most of our belongings. I have a few kitchen essentials, four suitcases of clothes and odds and ends that, fingers crossed, will fit in the back of the truck.
Next weekend JG and I celebrate our one-year anniversary - hopefully by next Monday we wont't be too exhausted to enjoy it.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Crunch Time
The movers will be here in less than 48 hours. And not only will they be "here" they will be at our 10x20' storage unit. Almost everything in the storage unit is already boxed, but not everything is marked. And not everything here at the house is separated into the "we" move and "they" move piles. I feel disorganized. I have more boxes of "things to go to other things" than I know what to do with. And, believe it or not, I feel like I'm running out of boxes. We've never had a box shortage.
I'm wondering how much stuff we can fit in the back of truck as I'm debating on packing two or three PJ sets for each kid.
Sigh. Back to work.
I'm wondering how much stuff we can fit in the back of truck as I'm debating on packing two or three PJ sets for each kid.
Sigh. Back to work.
Friday, March 12, 2010
30 Days Away
That's right. In less than 30 days we'll be driving cross country to our new assignment, stopping to see the Air Force Museum and Mount Rushmore along the way.
Between now and then we have more things to do than we have time for and it's beginning to take its toll. This morning JG and I went to Bolling Air Force Base to take care of some outprocessing and we stopped at Starbucks before heading back to work. I tell JG that sitting there "relaxing" is stressing me out because we have so much to do.
Between now and then we have more things to do than we have time for and it's beginning to take its toll. This morning JG and I went to Bolling Air Force Base to take care of some outprocessing and we stopped at Starbucks before heading back to work. I tell JG that sitting there "relaxing" is stressing me out because we have so much to do.
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