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I’m a Bad, Bad Blogger

14 Sep

I’m hoping that will change now that I have an iPad app that allows me to read and write. Who knows, I say that every time.

The truth is my life is insane. I don’t have “that much” going on, but yet I have so much. I’ve got a job that’s intense [though who knew it would be]… and I’m working on my MBA. Our house needs work. I have lots of travel [work and personal]. I haven’t even added in going to the barn to ride my horse or workout… OR do anything else… because I haven’t…

It’s sad. I need to do those things, but even the mundane details take so.much.time. Example: Yesterday I spent 1.5 hrs on the phone during my drive home trying to accomplish 1 “simple” thing. Change the insurance policy on our VA house to a landlord policy.

Instead of that being me getting quotes, it turned into that plus changing my name at Suntrust FOR THE THIRD TIME, getting our mortgage address information corrected FOR THE SECOND TIME, and finding out that the policy I chose does not work with our mortgage [AFTER I chose it]. I still do not have a resolution to it and that’s the thing… EVERY. SINGLE. THING. takes a millions steps….

I don’t want to sound bitter and ranting, but I am a little. The thing is I have *so* much to do that it would be nice if just *one* thing was simple. Just one…

So anyway, I am headed to my orientation for my MBA. It’s going to be all “kumbaya” and connecting with the Universe. Just what I need right now. Hopefully, I can get myself centered. Grounded. And in-tune with what I need.

The good news is I will have time to connect with the world again… at least for 6 days.

The Real Deal

29 Aug

On 15 August, I drove away from Michigan.  Again.

I drove back to work for a meeting.  Then  I flew back to MI for another meeting and back to VA/DC again.   Ugh.  Work travel.

This whole living in limbo thing is killing me.  I checked out of my “old” job last Friday and into my “new” job Monday [it’s all relative as I’ve been working my new job since April].

Thing is, I’m living in the homes of other people or on the empty floor of my vacant house.  I’ve been dealing with all of that.

5 September my house becomes occupied by strangers.  It’s sad.

It’s all sad.  I’m happy for the change.  New job.  New locale.  Outside the Beltway, outside the insanity [but not outside the political pressures of my program], but that’s ok.  It’s all different.  It’s good.  It’s bad.  It’s just sad, in some and many ways.

So, I’m working [through the “transition” and the drama].  I’m grieving the move, my friends, but mostly my mom… still somehow.

That’s me.

I travel back to MI on Friday, but the being “home” is short-lived.  After a week home, I’m back on the road.  For work.  For school.  For work.  Non-stop.  The good with the bad.

Just busy trying to deal, stay afloat and live.

I Can’t Even Make This Stuff Up

14 Aug

I had very tall orders for our move.  Self imposed, but tall orders no less.  Not only did I have to pack up and clean out our VA house, I decided it would be good to add:

1.Redo New Kitchen: Refinish Cabinets, Change the countertop, change the countertop and repaint the kitchen.
2. Paint the whole house: It’s 900 sqft, but I thought it would be good to get it done before our movers arrived.
3. Wire house for TV, it is a 1950’s house and has no such hook-ups.
4. Remove the carpet upstairs and replace it with bamboo flooring.
5. Power wash house.
6. Remove the 1950’s special awnings.
7. Replace the roof on the single car garage.
8. Redecorate our bedroom arrangements [new bed stuff].
9. Plan and execute a party for 40 people.
10. Unpack enough of our stuff to have a place for the in-laws and to have a beautiful place for our party.

Did I mention the movers were scheduled to arrive on the 8th of August.  The in-laws arrival scheduled for the 9th.  My husband’s Change of Command ceremony on the 11th.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure that qualifies me as certifiably crazy.

Just like all of the best laid plans, everything went to hell in a hand basket.

1. The movers were late on Wednesday.  They didn’t finish unloading until 11pm.  I didn’t get to unpack a single box, contrary to plan.
2. The cabinet hinges were wrong, causing the alignment to be wrong and requiring a re-do [for a later date].  Also found out the contractor was not contracted for the backsplash… and on…
3. My quick minute spent grabbing breakfast Thursday morning was dutifully punished by the dogs biting a box, dragging it down and eating my baking supplies. A box of baker’s chocolate. A bag of chocolate chips. A bag of toffee/chocolate chunks. A bag of brown sugar. A bag of wrapped caramels. A bag of rice [not baking supplies, but “delicious” no less].
4. Instead of unpacking, I got to take our black lab to the animal hospital to treat him for ingesting a toxic amount of chocolate [amongst other things].
5. When I returned home from the animal hospital at 6pm, the other lab was busy vomiting and dealing with toxic chocolate as well.
6. I scrambled to clean up dog puke [at a rate of 15 vomits per 5 minutes] and unpack just enough for the in-laws to have a bed to sleep in for their midnight arrival
7. Midnight became 3 am because the in-laws luggage was lost.
8. The counter-top guy who was supposed to arrive Friday morning, was really scheduled for Friday afternoon.  The plumber who was supposed to arrive Friday afternoon, came Friday morning.
9. The counter-top guy finally came around 6pm, when he was “scheduled” for 2pm.  Counter, but no sink.
10. Unpacked the rest of the day, until 3 am. Slept until 5:30am on Saturday when I had to get ready for the Change of Command.
11. Plumber arrived at noon on Saturday, when we had guests at 3pm.
12. After the Change of Command, I was left alone to clean, set-up for the party and deal with the pending storm that was threatening to bring the whole party in our 900 sqft house.

But we survived. survived.  The chaos.  The disarray.  The complete cluster fuck everything was.   I survived it all.

And now?  I’m done.

There is still much to do, but I’m taking a moment to breath.

Lessons from Moving [PCS]

2 Aug

1. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.

This is universally true.  This is exactly why it is #1.  It is just a fact.  Either UHaul will have the car dolly you reserved stolen and then be unable to replace it. Or the movers will inaccurately account for the household goods, potentially unexpectedly increasing the moving time.  Or the packers will get a flat tire, show up late, be 15 years old and leave early without completing the pack out.  No matter what, it will go wrong.

2. Whoever declares a house “Must Have” subsequently “Must Clean” said space/item.

I spent the afternoon cleaning the garage.  It was awful.  I’m not normally a complainer, but OMG THE BUGS.  THE SPIDERS.  I don’t like bugs.  Seriously HATE them.  I am a pretty tough chick.  I will run and jump onto a moving horse.  I will stand on said horse, do shoulder stands and other acrobatics with multiple people [equestrian vaulting if you’re wondering].  I will try new things [snowboarding, when I’ve never so much as skied, for instance].  I will do hard things [lay a brick patio]. But I don’t do bugs.  As I could care less about having a garage [or a basement] and my husband declared these as “must haves” I’ve determined in the future he “must clean” them.  I never want to clean another garage [or basement, but that won’t be for two years] again. *shudders*

3. Buy Dexter [the dog] his own chair.

This is probably a lesson that only applies to me, but it is important no less.  One of my dogs is a real piece of work [but really awesome otherwise].  He likes to sit on chairs, couches, etc all day.  Now that there is no furniture, when I get up he takes the opportunity to take over my chair [just purchased today].

Unfortunately, kicking him out of the chair upon my return doesn’t really resolve the issue.  He just decides that he will sit in my lap while I work.

Tomorrow, I must buy him his own chair.

4. I don’t do windows.

We’ve owned this house for almost two years.  We I never cleaned the windows [sans power-washing the outside].  It’s not that they were super dirty, but I learned that windows that fold in also can COME COMPLETELY OUT ONTO YOUR WOOD FLOOR. Or they can completely out AND then the hitches that hold them in could dash up to the top of the window leaving you completely unaware of how the hell to fix it to channel their inner engineer in order to get the window back in so nothing gets murdered or raped hot.

5. Figure out the bed situation prior to move.

If you plan on living in a different state than your spouse or anywhere your furniture is not for any period of time longer than a day, make sure you remember to figure out how to keep a bed at your local.  It doesn’t have to be a full bed, but make sure you remember how to make some situation work for you [and your spouse] else you will sleep on blankets on the floor of your living room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6. There is never enough time to get everything done.

I could go through all of the things hewe didn’t get done before my husband left, but suffice it to say there just is not enough time to get all the things you think you will get done.  At least not in the timeframe you think they will be completed. [He’s not the bad guy, btw, there are things I have not completed as well…

7. Keep alcohol on hand.

A bottle glass of wine alone with friends at the end of the day will certainly help smooth over any bumps in the road when moving/PCSing.

Things I Never Thought I’d Do

26 Jul

1) Google “Great Books on the War of 1812”.

I didn’t think I would do this for myself, let alone do this because of my husband’s job.

It’s not that I don’t like to learn new things or that I hate history, it’s just that the War of 1812 left my radar around high school and I haven’t looked back.

Until now.

Since it’s the 200th Anniversary of the War of 1812 and the Navy’s war, it seems it is a “big” deal.  Apparently there are lots of Navy events celebrating it.  Events that my husband and I will need to attend. I hate not being knowledgeable on a subject, so I intend to change that.  I will read at least a couple of books to re-familiarize myself with the War of 1812 so I can understand the bigger political implications that may have eluded me earlier.  Also so I can understand better the Naval implications and what happened near Michigan.  I am sure I won’t be an expert, but I intend to be able to speak intelligently on the subject.

2) Miss my 4 dogs.

I had to leave them with my husband when I left Michigan to head back “home” as I had a meeting on my way home and also another the next day, a meeting that would require me to stay the night with a friend without the dogs.

I finally made it home, “home” last night and it was odd to be here without my husband OR the dogs.  A empty house.  Silent.  No puppy trail following me room to room.  Begging for food. Demanding play time.  Nothing.  Just silence.

I thought it would be great.  I thought I would enjoy the peace and quiet.  I thought it would be serene.

I was wrong.

I missed my little friends.  I looked for them everywhere I turned.  I expected them to freak out when I left the house.  I wanted to give them a couple little treats to show my love.  I wanted to take them out to play.  The peace I expected was there, but I missed the harmony our pups add to life.

When they arrived home tonight, I made sure to give them a little extra love.  We will be separated a few more times until I am permanently in our new house in Michigan, but I will be sure to enjoy every minute with them I can in the meantime.

It’s the End of the World as We Know It

18 Jul

Tonight, lying here in bed, preparing to write a blog I felt something on my back.  Then I felt it again.  I rushed my hand across the small of my back, hoping not to find anything, but grabbing a bug. I pulled it out to the side and saw it.  A tick.  Calmly, I jumped out of bed.  I couldn’t have gotten to the bathroom faster.  I grabbed toilet paper and prayed it was still where I left.  Thankfully it was.  So I quickly grabbed it and flushed it.

Unfortunately, I am so beyond terrified/creeped out, thoughts of all else are out the window.

I *hate* ticks.  They serve no purpose.  Seriously.

If they do, I don’t know it.  Awful, nasty vile creatures.

A couple years ago, I had one on the side of my lower back and I ran outside in a towel to get my tweezers from my car to remove it.  Then hysterically called people trying to get talked off the ledge, so I could remove it and go to work.  It took over an hour.

So everything I planned to write is gone.  But while I am on the subject of things I won’t miss from Virginia, we can add cicadas.

I went out to walk the dogs the other morning and I was certain the world was ending.   That locusts descended and it was only a matter of time before the world came to final judgement.

Except that it wasn’t.  It was just the cicadas. [Though they are affectionately referred to as cicadas].

When I moved here I heard about these pests that appear in the heat of the summer.  These odd creatures that hatched from eggs deposited 7 years prior.  They noise they make.  Aside from these stories, I never really saw them.

Until the other day.  One day they were not there.  The next day they were EVERYWHERE.  Well, everywhere in my neighbor’s yard.  And random other yards.  But not all yards.  Once I got over the fact they weren’t bees, I watched them.  They flew, they hovered, they swarmed, they ran into things.  They were huge and everywhere.

I couldn’t stand it.  I hate bugs.

After doing the wash last night, I was putting the cover on the chair when I saw it stuck there.  A damn cicada.  Where on Earth that thing came from, how it got on my chair cover, made it through the washer and dryer, I have not a clue.  But, I still hate bugs.

 

The Beginning

10 Jul

When my husband told me I would need to go to “wife school” because Navy policy changed, I laughed out loud.  We’ve been married for over a year and now I need to go to school to learn how to be obedient his wife?  I guess they expect some decorum out of the wife of a Commanding Officer.

I knew I might have made a mistake marrying a Naval Officer my life was about to change.

With this next duty station, my identity will shift.  I will lose some of my individuality.  A whole group of people will identify me as my husband’s spouse, a Navy wife.

Aside from adorning my car or clothing with annoying Navy Wife logos, I didn’t know what that meant. [I have not done that by the way].  So I did what everyone else does when they don’t know an answer.  I googled it.

The amount of information on the subject is overwhelming.  Much as is this new responsibility, on top of all my other ones.  So I’ve decided to chronicle it.

Welcome to my journey as a Navy Wife.  As a COW, a Commanding Officer’s Wife.  Yes, that’s one of those jewels I learned from the internet. Such a wonderful term of endearment.