Rambling

I am sitting at my computer blogging when I should actually be cleaning. I am tired and my back hurts. And there is tons of tons of unpacking left to be done.

I am waiting for my darling husband to finish with the detail he is currently on (bus driving). We have a lot of crap left to do before tomorrow. The brine is done and the turkey is thawing, but we still have to get gutter clips for the Christmas lights and some new garland because I think I deserve new after using what we have right now for the past 5 years. And ornaments? The selection just isn't very good this year so I am still on the hunt for our 'annual' ornaments that we always buy. We also have to go to the storage space to get the rest of the Christmas stuff out because Stu couldn't find it last night. And we have WIC to get. And pop.

I normally wouldn't care so much, but we actually have a guest coming tomorrow. So I want it to at least look like we are civilized people that don't live in squallor. I know we have the 'we just moved' excuse, but I still want it to look decent in here.

With half of my stuff in storage and half in the garage, I feel like the packing is getting confusing. I am missing things. So when I go to unpack a box, I get upset because I feel like stuff is 'lost' when it isn't really. And when I don't know how much I have to put in a certain space, I don't want to unpack it to have to move it again. Hubs says I am just procrastinating, but he should know by now that I have organizational issues that cannot be overcome just because he says so.

And I am tired. But I think I mentioned that already.

Okay, I sufficiently rambled enough for one day.

Success!

We are now officially moved out of our first house. The keys are turned in, the inspection is done, and we owed NOTHING! I don't know how my dear husband managed that one, but I guess his boyish charm is good for something, lol.


I love our new house. It is beautiful! And has so much more space than the other. Plus a garage. But now comes the unpacking. Which I notoriously drag my feet about.

I just can't help it though. I hate packing/unpacking in any way, shape, or form. Why can't I be like Samantha? Then I could just wiggle my nose and it would be done. Or like Hermione? With the flick of a wand, all is neat and tidy.

But alas... I am not magical so I must do it all by hand. Which sucks.

Murphy's Law

I am going to say straight up that I am stoked that Picerne is giving us a three bedroom house. Before anyone calls me ungrateful, I would just like to state that one point.

That being said, we got the keys to our house on Monday. But yeah... it didn't go as planned. Because as we are filling out paperwork, they inform us that the house wasn't cleaned because the cleaning crew 'forgot' and that also included carpet not getting cleaned.

Of course something would go wrong. And as the woman is saying, "This is not the way Picerne does business" all I could think of was bullshit. Because that, in my experience, is how Picerne does business over and over again.

We did get the keys though. And after our walk through I was even more upset. Because the house was filthy and it was obvious the previous family included a smoker(s). So one day wasted of our 7 days before we have to turn in the keys on the other house.

Fortunately, when we came over yesterday to unload our furniture and things that required a trailer, the house and carpets were cleaned. And no longer smells like smoke. And I do love the house. It is beautiful and more space than we could ever need. And did I mention a driveway with a garage?! Goodbye, community parking!

I hope this makes a difference in things. Like maybe we will get a long better. And maybe we will feel safer. And maybe, just maybe, we will like Fort Bragg a little bit more.

Bibliotherapy

In my Children and Libraries class we are learning about bibliotherapy and using books to help children cope with a traumatic event in their life, such as a death in the family or a life altering disease.

Picking my topic has been fairly easy- what is one of the toughest situations that military families deal with? Deployment.

And while it was easy to pick my topic, writing about it is another thing. I am using the book A Yellow Ribbon for Daddy by Anissa Mersiowsky and I can't even make it through the thing without crying.

Maybe I shouldn't have picked this topic. Because now I can't stop thinking about it. Will I use this book for my children when their daddy deploys? How in the hell am I going to get through this? This is the first time the deployment has seemed real to me. Like really hit me hard what the kids are going to go through. Because forget about me, but how are my children expected to get through an entire year without their daddy? How do all of you with children do this?

So instead of working on this paper, I am now sitting in front of my computer crying my eyes out and writing a blog about crying my eyes out.

This sucks.

Election '08

My first Election '08 post was a disaster.

I wrote it out of anger the morning after the election and for some reason it just published last night.

And I sounded like a crazed, white supremesist.

Which was not at all my intention. I was just trying to get the point across that I hope people didn't vote for Obama based on his race, but rather who he is and what he stands for.

I did not vote for Obama. But I did preform my right as and American citizen and I voted. The people (or rather the electoral college) have spoken, and Obama is our new president elect. And I am willing to give him the chance he deserves to do this job. After all, why would anyone wish for him to do a terrible job?. Now that he is our president, don't we want the best for him and our country? Don't we want him to make a positive change?

I do. I want him to succeed. I want him to unite this country that seems so divided. I want us to be the UNITED States of America for once.

Trick-or-treat!

Last night was Abby's first Halloween. We dressed her up in an octopus costume that we borrowed from a neighbor. I took her and Charlie the Wild West Sheriff around the neighborhood while Stu and one of his friends passed out candy. Abby didn't have a candy bag so she just sat all cute like in her stroller, and Charlie refused to carry his. Both of the kids were super cute, but just weren't in the least bit interested in the trick-or-treat side of this holiday. So after going around our courtyard and to the community building, Charlie hung out with Daddy and Danny and played while Abby went to sleep. I got several pictures at least, before Abby decided to sleep through most of Halloween.

I don't know if you remember my gripe from last year when I put down some rules for trick-or-treating? Well, things went surprisingly well this year. I figure it is probably because most of the 82nd is home this year as opposed to last year, because people seemed to have better control of their children. And we went through almost 600 pieces of candy! There were so many kids this year! And so many cute costumes as well. And not one single soldier, lol.
I think Charlie was still a little young for the trick-or-treating thing. Probably next year he will actually get what is going on. I could barely get his costume on him without him freaking out and couldn't get him to wear his gun holster at all. But he was still cute, even if his hat never did look right. I couldn't get the dang thing to shape!

So Happy Halloween, everyone! I hope it was a good holiday for all of you!

What's up, Tina Fey?

Last night I had one of the strangest, most vivid dreams in a good long while. No idea where it came from unless it stems from the countless hours I spend on Hulu.

I was visiting my mom's house. I walk out on the back deck because Mom is grilling steaks. And who is sitting at her picnic table? Why, it's Tina Fey and a man.

Mom: Kasey! What are you doing here?
Me: Why, I was just thinking about how much I missed you. What the hell? You know Tina Fey?
Mom: Oh, yeah, we go way back. She is a huge fan of my cooking at the hospital.
Me: I LOVE Tina Fey! (a little too loud)

The people at the picnic table turn to look at me and I see that the other person is Ryan Reynolds.

Tina Fey: A fan! I love to meet fans!
Ryan Reynolds: Yeah, fans are okay I guess.

I the told them both how much I love them and think they are hilarious. And of course I let Ryan know that Definitely, Maybe is one of my favorite movies. We talk, I congratulate him on his recent marriage to Scarlett Johannson he says "Whatever."

Then Tina Fey and I start conversing. I tell her how hilarious her Sarah Palin is. She tells me that she feels bad about making fun of her so much but that it is just so easy. We then get on the subject of 30 Rock. And how if I am a fan, I must just love the show. Then I sheepishly admit that I have never seen a single episode of it. She gets upset and I have to convince her that she is not unappreciated and that she does have a fan base, even if they have never seen 30 Rock before. Then I took her for a four-wheeler ride back in the woods.


I woke up this morning racked with guilt and a burning desire to watch 30 Rock.

The Cincinnati Bengals

I am from a few counties over from Cincinnati. And I love my Bengals but it is mainly hometown pride because I realize how awful they are. Therefore, I thought these were hiliarious and wanted to share them with everyone.


Ohio Law: The Ohio State​ Polic​e are crack​ing down on speed​ers headi​ng into Cinci​nnati​.
For the first​ offen​se,​ they give you two Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls ticke​ts.​ If you get stopp​ed a secon​d time,​ they make you use them.​


Q. What do you call 47 milli​onair​es aroun​d a TV watch​ing the Super​ Bowl?​
A. The Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls

Q. What do the Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls and Billy​ Graha​m have in commo​n?​
A. They both can make 70,​000 peopl​e stand​ up and yell '​Jesus​ Chris​t'​.​

Q. How do you keep a Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls out of your yard?​
A. Put up goal post.​

Q. Where​ do you go in Cinci​nnati​ in case of a torna​do?​
A. To Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls Stadi​um-​they never​ get a touch​down there​!​

Q. What do you call a Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls playe​r with a Super​ Bowl ring?​
A. A thief​.​

Q. What'​s the diffe​rence​ betwe​en the Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls and a dolla​r bill?​
A. You can still​ get four quart​ers out of a dolla​r bill.​

Q. How many Cinci​nnati​ Benga​ls does it take to win a Super​ Bowl?​
A. Nobod​y knows​ and we may never​ find out!

Q. What do the Benga​ls and a possu​ms have in commo​n?​
A. Both play dead at home and get kille​d on the road


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Wordless Wednesday: Don't Feed the Animals!

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Twilight: The Movie

Twilight in HD



I know I should be posting things with substances, such as Army experiences or even my thoughts on the election, but I would rather post about the childish joy I am feeling about this movie, lol. I am such a nerd.