We Made It

So, hey! We moved. We survived. Barely.

The movers came, and no one napped. Which is pretty evident just by looking at their little faces. I'm sure a lot of the not-sleeping was due to the fact that a bunch of guys were in the house (or had been in the house), putting all of their toys, beds, and TVs in boxes. It's slightly traumatic for me, so I can only imagine what it's like for the littles. 

I'm still slightly in disbelief that we no longer live in that house. It's empty. (Because GAH no tennants! But that's a story for another day.) We packed up the kids, the dog, the suitcases, and drove 3 hours to our new 'home'.

It was a ROUGH day. We tried to clean our house with the kids running around and awake, and we also had to leave in time for him to sign in to the new unit.... (Which is incredibly dumb....he signed out that morning, and was expected to sign in and the new post before COB on the same stupid day. I can't even.) Both kids passed out before we even got to a place to have lunch. So we decided to haul a** and get as far as possible before someone started crying and/or got hungry.

After what seemed like the longest day ever, we made it. Joe signed in, we got keys to the new place, (thanked God for an amazing realtor managing this place), went to city hall to get water turned on ($$$$$), came to the house, unloaded the car, and then went back out to dinner. At dinner, I ordered the largest beer possible. Because it had been a day and I never wanted this move to happen in the first place.

As stressful as it was for me, it seemed like the girls handled it pretty well. They stayed close to each other most of the time, which made my mama-heart melt. The movers also really liked Charlotte, haha! She provided comedic relief for most of the move. From all the tales I hear about Joe, I think it's a fair assessment to say she is her father's daughter in more ways than one. ;-)

So, there it is. Part of the new house. That's the view from the couch, looking into the kitchen. As much as I don't want to be here (there are days when all of me just screams "I want to go home!"), I really do like this house. The kitchen is smaller, but everything else is really nice. We seem to fit better in this house, which is nice. ;-) The backyard is nowhere near the size of our other house's, but we'll manage. 

If we have to be somewhere for the next 2 years, this isn't the worst place to be. Now, if we could just get our house at Fort Gordon rented, we'd be all set! (So if you know anyone moving to the area..... ;-))

Happy Friday! I'm off to enjoy what is supposed 

to be a gorgeous weekend here, near good 'ole Savannah. 

Woes of Moving

The movers come, you know, tomorrow and here I am writing up a blog post instead of doing one of the many more productive things I should be doing. But that's the problem. There's so many things I could - and should - be doing, that I just really can't do anything. 

I'm trying, but I just can't quite wrap my brain around the chaos that will ensue tomorrow morning. Boxes. Paper. Loud tape machines. House full of strangers, touching my things. A truck that will encase all of our belongings. 

This will be our 4th PCS and I still can't get used to the idea. Of course, it's different now that we have kids. Isn't everything? It's not just the fact that people will be in our house packing our things. It's that I have to take care of the kids, too. I have to be 'hall monitor' and mommy. Like, what am I going to do about naps? And snacks? And lunch? Toys? TV? How do I contain the children?! It's just one day, and I know we'll make it through, but the logistics of it all is making my brain hurt. {Not to mention AF decided to show up this week so I have all the hormones raging, too.}

We also have to worry/think about the house we're leaving, too. We bought this house shortly after moving here, and now we're faced with renting it. No one has signed a lease yet. We're hoping someone will sign one soon and we'll have less to worry about, but there's nothing like having a mortgage payment and rent hanging over your head. Not to mention utilities. 

Then there's the fact that I'm really not looking forward to moving to a new place, not really. I really, really, really like living here. Despite the trouble I've had making friends, we did find a really great church less than 5 minutes from our house and I would love to be more involved. Everything I need store-wise is less than a half-hour away from me. The town we live in is small, and yet we have access to everything we need and more. We have pretty great medical care here, which can be very hard to find. 

And if I let myself think about it long enough, it makes me sad to leave this place. I don't want to go. I want to stay here in this house that is mine, and fix it up exactly the way I want it. (I had so many plans that I didn't get to do!) I'll miss the large backyard, privacy fence, and the porch. I'll miss being close to so many things, yet far enough away from the bustle of town. But most of all, I think I'll miss this house the most because it's our house, and because we became a family of four here. 

There is a small possibility we could move back in the future but until then, I'll hang on to all the great memories we made here.

Adventures in Housing

Hopefully you read my post a couple weeks ago on our current living situation. It's interesting, to say the least.

If you haven't read it, basically, we got kicked out of lodging and had to move into a house on post. Those lovely 10 days are supposed to be used to go house-searching. In case you didn't know, it's pretty dang hard to look at houses when don't have a car! Grrrrr. Still a little upset about that. Anyway.

So we moved into a teeny tiny house in the "ghetto" on post. I hate it. The only thing I do like about it is the fact that it has more than one bathroom. The kitchen is small. The living/dining area is small. The master bedroom is pretty much a joke. The closets just make me laugh. I'm not a huge fan of our neighbors, or that we've got streets on both sides of us. So noisy. The walls are paper thin... This weekend we heard teenagers outside talking way past midnight. Cool, fine, whatever, but why am I hearing them?! And let's not even talk about the many cars that drive by blasting their bass. Ugh. Basically we've been using all these dislikes as fuel to find a house faster. So far, so good. 

I found out just a few days after we move in that these houses were built quite a while ago. The cab driver that brought me back from the rental car place informed me that these houses where here while we was stationed here. This man is about the same age as Papa. So, he's been retired from the Army for a while. I don't even wanna know when he was stationed here.They've obviously renovated the houses since then (especially since the military is all about the "live billing" for utilities these days), but I'm not sure how great of a job they're doing. Case in point:

Last Friday, Joe came home after PT to shower and eat breakfast. He mentioned that he'd rolled his ankle while running, so he decided to soak it in the bath. Whatevs. I came downstairs with Charlotte a few minutes later and hear drip drip drip. Obviously I thought this was strange, but I just thought we'd left the sink on or something. Checked the sink...nope. Checked the sink in the downstairs bath/laundry room, nope. Then I notice it's coming from above. I flip on the light in the kitchen and.......

There's water in the light fixture.

I ran up the stairs and yelled at Joe to get out of the tub. We put in a called to housing to get someone out. They come, make a boatload of noise, and leave after a couple hours, saying all is well. Cool! Then they tell me that someone else will have to come back and replace the sheetrock in the ceiling. Fantastic, but whatever. Not my house.

Dude shows up on Monday. He's polite and chatty with Joe. They get to talking and we find out that he's replaced sheetrock in countless other lower-enlisted houses all over this place. In one house, he's done it twice. So that's fun.

I'm just glad that we're not staying in this house. Because, geez, I don't know how much longer I can handle it. Hopefully we've only got a couple weeks in the on-post ghetto built in the '40s. 

More on that later. ;-)

Where We're At

So I guess there are a lot of things going on that I haven't talked about... I realized this when a couple different people on Twitter asked me things about our move/current situation. I hope you're ready for an onslaught of info, because here we go! ;-)

We've been in a hotel on post for just a little over a week. As of tomorrow, we're staying on our own dime because the Army will only reimburse you for 10 days here. That's right, reimburse. We have outed the money for our entire stay here, unlike Hawaii where they pre-pay for you so you don't end up in the hole. Whatever. I'm not bitter or anything. Anyway. What was I saying? Right. 10 days.

First of all, who the heck can find a place to live in 10 days...WITHOUT A CAR?! I swear, the military has a sick sense of humor. Or they just want to snag all your BAH by forcing you into a house on post. Which is exactly where we're headed on Friday.

They sucked us in. Really, we have no better option. We don't have a car. We can't afford to stay in a hotel until our car gets here in April {yes, April, even though we shipped it in February} and we can actively look for a house. Also, we're really hoping to buy a house here. Lord knows that doesn't happen in a week or less. 

The house we're temporarily moving into? Tiny. Like our-bed-wouldn't-even-fit-in-the-master-bedroom tiny. Not even kidding. I think the only reason they consider it a master bedroom is because it has a bathroom attached. The second bathroom upstairs is bigger than the master bath! What?! The kitchen is literally half the size of our last one. As is the living room. The only bonus to this house is the extra bedroom (it has 3) and bathrooms. I think the people the Army hired to build housing for them 10+ years ago were smoking crack. Our house in Hawaii had one bathroom, which was fitting of a hotel room - and not a nice one. {It wasn't terrible. It was just small.} This house has a "master bedroom" the size of most people's guest bedrooms. I don't even know...

Just so you can see the ridiculousness for yourself. =P

Needless to say all this has reinforced our wish to live off post. Because good gravy, I think I'd go crazy there! I also caught a quick glance of our new, yet temporary, neighbors. Let's just say I don't think I'll be making many friends in the new neighborhood... ::shudder:: {Side note: Our super sweet neighbors in Hawaii ended up with crappy neighbors in our old house. Win some, lose some, I guess!}

Even though we are no longer "homeless," we're still carless and stuff-less. We will be getting our unaccompanied baggage Friday, but... Let's face it. All I'm getting are pots and pans, an air mattress, sheets, blankets, towels, a TV the size of a computer monitor, and some toys for Charlotte. That's not much. I mean, call me picky or needy, but furniture would be fantastic. Even just a futon to sit on while I squint at the TV! Is that really asking for so much? I think not. {Just FYI, our household goods won't even be here until the end of April.}

Oh, the many, many joys of military life. *sigh*

P.S. Totally spaced on Wednesday Walkabout because of the house-viewing thing. Whoopsies! I'll try to do better next time.

It's Really Happening!!!

Source: standsinbad.com via Sarah on Pinterest

Finally, finally, finally we are moving!!!!

After a ridiculously long time, we found out yesterday when UCB (unaccompanied baggage) will be picked up (ASAP!), when they will pack and move our HHG (household goods), and when we fly to GA!

Why did we just now find out, you ask? Well...let's just blame it on the Army. Joe's current unit continues to rely on him to do training and extra duties even though we're PCSing, and even though he's not deploying with them. It's dumb, really. These people are going to have to get used to not having him there! Saying this makes it seem like he's a much bigger deal than he might actually be, haha! The fact of the matter is, though, that a lot of people are PCSing soon and the new commander is, well....stubborn, for lack of a more accurate term. ;-) He's been working long hours and has hardly had a chance to do any  PCS-related things. And it's not like I can do them for him! Needless to say, we're ready to get outta here! And in a little over a month, that's exactly what we'll be doing!!

Things I'm looking forward to:

• Being on the mainland - FINALLY!
• Being in the same-ish time zone as my family & friends.
• Shopping at Hobby Lobby!!!!!!!
• Eating at Chick Fil A more than once a year.
• Being able to drive. (And end up in another state.)
• Not being surrounded by water.
• Experiencing seasons again. (I know it's early, but I'm ready for FALL!)
• Not flying anywhere.

Things I'm not looking forward to:

• Flying to GA. (I can't explain how much I loathe flying.)
• Being without our stuff for 2ish months.
• Living out of suitcases.
• Not being able to cook.
• Living in a hotel.
• Being without our car for at least a month.
• Being surrounded by boxes.
• Flying with a baby. Again. {Do you see the pattern here?}

All in all, I'm not a huge fan of moving. But I am most definitely a fan of where the moving process will take me! I'm not ready for the inconveniences, but I am definitely ready to get off this rock!

Are you PCSing soon? Are you excited or dreading it?

Patience, Promotion, and PCS

At the end of August, Joe was finally promoted! He waited a really long time for this promotion because of one NCO who decided to be a jerk and kept pulling Joe from each promotion board. This went on for pretty close to a year, if not longer. Finally, the jerk left and Joe was able to go to a board which he passed with flying colors! He was so excited and I was proud. It took a lot for him to get there - patience and hard work.

The day of his promotion was a little stressful for me because of Charlotte's schedule and everything. We had to wake her up from a nap she barely went down for and I had to feed her in the car before the ceremony. Fun times, indeed. Despite the stress, I wanted to be there and Joe wanted us there as well. Even though I was a little confused as to what was happening, I got to "pin" him and everything. It was a really neat, if short-lived, experience. And, between you and me, I think we got my favorite family photo out of the deal. ;-)

Next up on the Army to-do list for Joe is/was re-enlisting. He was waiting to see if he could get promoted before re-enlisting so that he could avoid having to re-class to a different MOS. Apparently the Army is super-strong in his MOS as an E4. Re-classing might have gotten us to a different duty station sooner, but I knew Joe didn't really want to. He likes his job and I like that, for the most part, it's a pretty safe job. {I say this because during his deployment he ended up getting a CAB. Hubby never left the stinkin' FOB and got a CAB. Sigh.} Anyway, with the promotion he avoided needing to re-class. 

Joe talked to the retention officer about re-enlisting for a specific duty station - one that would get us much closer to home than we are now. {I'm not sure anything really beats being on an island in the middle of the Pacific, though.} Joe listed his #1 duty station and left hoping for the best. We were also hoping to change his DEROS to get us out of here ASAP, but knew that it may not be possible. Just a couple weeks ago, we found out that Joe was able to get our his #1 choice for duty station! And we got his DEROS moved up, but only by a month. *shrug* It's something, I guess! 

Nothing is entirely official yet (meaning he doesn't have orders), but it's looking like we'll be moving here in March 2013:

Back to good 'ole Georgia and the South!!! We are beyond excited not just to be in the South again, but to be so close to home! I mean, look at that! Look how close NC is!! Just a 3.5ish hour drive to see family and friends. Woohoo!!!  

Obviously we really can't wait to be back on the mainland again. Having the knowledge that we're moving soon is a good thing and a bad thing at the same time. I'm getting antsy... I'm ready to move, ready to be on the mainland and back to "normal." I've already been looking at houses in the area online. =P I wish I were kidding! I find myself saying all the time "6 more months, 6 more months and we're outta here!" It's been a long 2.5 years (3 by the time we leave) here on a rock in the middle of the Pacific. Honestly, I don't think I'll miss it all that much. The weather and the beach, maybe. Everything else? Doubtful. Which means the next 5.5 months are probably going to drag by and force me to have patience. Sigh.

Are you getting ready to PCS? Are you excited or dreading it?

Moving In...Again!

Today has been a very long day and I am soooo tired!

I got up at 7 this morning which isn't exactly early, but it isn't late either! The ACS furniture people came at 8:10 to pick up their oh-so crappy furniture. Never in my life have I been happier to see furniture walk out the door. =) Then, I proceeded to sit on my toosh on the air mattress, watch tv, and Skype with my bestie while I waited for the movers to show. I felt like booty this morning too. I think my allergies are acting up because - for the first time since we've been here - they mowed our grass yesterday. Shouldn't this be a bi-monthly sorta thing? Anyway.

The movers showed up just after 11. I was pretty shocked too. The time frame they gave me was 11-1, so I figured they'd be here noon-ish. I'm not complaining, but I was shocked. It took them 2 loads to get all of our stuff here. Not exactly sure how that happened, but whatev. The first go-'round, they brought 2 of our 5 crates. After they unloaded those [onto my driveway], the driver went back to pick up the other three boxes. It took them no time to unload the first 2 crates. Actually, I felt like it didn't take them long to unload anything. Probably because one of our Hawaiian fellows was a hoss. I was pretty impressed because I've seen a lot of, er, large men around here but I never really expected them to be that strong. =) Lol! He had some serious personality too. I suppose, though, if you don't have fun doing your job it could make your day long and tiring. He was nice. It took them a total of 3.5 hours to unload everything, including the time they waited for Mr. Driver to get back with our last 3 crates. Again, I was pretty impressed.

You wouldn't think that watching 3 guys unload your stuff would be tiring, but I'm seriously wiped out! We did manage to unpack the kitchen and set up our TV and entertainment center, so I suppose that's something. =) Oh, and I cooked dinner. It wasn't much, but hey, it was dinner. And my hubby never has a problem eating pizza for, well, any meal.

As proof of my tiredness, I leave you with these awesome mini-conversations Joe and I had tonight. =)

Me: What time is it? {Trying to set the time on our microwave}
Joe: Looks at his watch. It's 1915
Me: Trying to decode military time in my head. Ok, so it's 1715.
Joe: Laughing hysterically
Me: What?
Joe: Military time doesn't translate into military time. Still laughing.
Me:What did I say?
Joe: You said 1715.
Me: Now laughing at myself because I'm so tired Oh! Well, I'm tired! Crap! What time is it?! ... Oh, 7:15, that's what I meant!
Joe: continues to laugh at me...

Then...

Me: Ugh, where should we put these knifes?! Nothing looks right over here.
Joe: laughing at me again
Me: doesn't understand why he's laughing...
Joe: It's knives not knifes.
Me: I know...
Joe: That's not what you said.
Me: Well what did I say?
Joe: laughing You said knifes.
Me: Oh. I'm tired! Leave me alone! =P

Yup. Moving is so much fun.
 
I'll try to take pictures of the house [even though it's a mess] tomorrow so you can see what it looks like with our furniture instead of the 70s Hawaiian furniture. =)

Where's My Gun?!

Warning: This post contains anger, frustration and confusion.

There, you've been warned. Don't say I didn't tell you.

After what feels like a half a bazillion phone calls, I feel like I need to go shoot something or someone. Though, I'm not sure who I'd shoot. Maybe the people who are "in charge" and are supposed to coordinate things. I'm new at this Army wife thing, but I'd always assumed {and yes, I know what that means...} that the military was - wait for it - organized! You'd think that an organization that has the ability to deploy X number of troops overseas at the same time would have the brains to be able to coordinate a simple, smooth OCONUS PCS. Alas, I am mistaken. Why? Because apparently, the military like to contract civilians for PCS-related things. And this is where my problems are.

Two completely different moving/storage companies are responsible for my HHG and Unaccompanied Baggage. And Lord knows how many different companies were responsible for them on their trek out here. I called transportation to ask about our unaccompanied baggage being delivered. Wanna know what I got? "Ok ma'am, let me give you the number to the moving company who is in charge of your goods. While I'm here, I'll give you the number for the other company that has your HHG." Um, what? What she should have said was "Ok, I have no idea where your goods are even though that's supposedly my job, so I'm going to give you the number for people that can actually help you." Grrrr. So, I called. Our unaccompanied baggage has been here for 2 weeks. 2 weeks. When can they deliver it? A week from today. WHAT?! So, I asked if there was any way we could get them delivered sooner because not only was his brother coming to visit, but I have no sheets, no towels, no pots and pans - nothing. And what's the best she can come up with? "Well, I can put you down for owner pick up..." *sigh* That's all fine and dandy, but I don't freakin' know if my car is going to be here or if it's going to be a rental!!!

Now for the car story. I called the VPC (Vehicle Processing Center) to see if they could tell me when our car will be here. I keep checking it online, and all it says is that the car is in the Honolulu Port. Well, that's awesome but that doesn't tell me much. When I called today, I got the same. dang. answer. "Well, your car is in the port but it hasn't been released to us from the carrier yet." Any idea when it will be released? "No. You should call back tomorrow."  Thanks for nothing!!!! So, I have a rental booked for tomorrow, but I don't know if we're actually going to need it! I certainly don't want to rent the car in the morning only to get a call later that our car has finally been released. Ugh.

I'm so irritated. I just want some definitive answers so I can make a decision or at least know what to expect. I suppose that, if nothing else, I will be in my own home tomorrow, free from the wacko housekeeping ladies and loud traffic. We are borrowing furniture from the Lending Closet until our HHG gets here [who knows when that will be]. I'm just ready for everything to be here so I can get situated.

I may not be posting for a few days because the cable guy isn't coming to set up the internet at our house until Tuesday. I'm hoping one of our neighbors has unprotected internet that we can "borrow" until we get our own, but if not don't worry about me, I'll just be busy getting situated!

Say some prayers for me! ♥ you guys!!! Thanks for letting me vent. =)

Happy Thursday! 

Anyone else freaking out about Grey's Anatomy's finale?!

The Bright Side of Life

About a month ago, my mantra was "I hate moving. I hate, hate, hate it." Moving is an absolute pain, whether you have to pack yourself or not {thank you, Army for not making me do it by myself!}. I'm sure I complained about it constantly. I was probably a pain to everyone because I talked about it a lot. Sorry, folks!

There is nothing convenient, easy, or fun about moving out of a place. Unless, of course, you absolutely hated where you were living. Even then it kind of stinks. All of your stuff gets packed up, shoved into a box, labeled [hopefully correctly labeled] and then shipped off to wherever the heck you're going. Translation? Live without the comforts of your home for at least a week. *sigh*

Today as I was emailing someone, I realized that I had found something that I actually liked about moving!!! It's ok, go ahead and gasp. =) I about did too. I like to decorate the new places we live!  I like to get out all our stuff and put it in different places. I like to think of what would look best where, what color curtains I should hang up, what pictures I should hang up or which ones should never return to the walls of our home. I like going through our things, even though I've probably seen it all at one time or another. There is nothing like the feeling that you've just made another new place your home. Seeing it cleaned after all those boxes are gone and everything is in its place...just makes me so infinitely happy. =)

I'm also thinking of getting some flowers to plant in the [incredibly bare] flower bed by the carport/front door. Our neighbors have flowers and it kind of makes our little house look so bare!  I've never really planted flowers before, so I'm a little excited about it. Though, there was my attempt at planting flower seeds in pots last summer...let's just say that I forgot to water them...all summer. Woops! Hopefully, I'll be better this time around! I've also been thinking about planting my own little garden. I'm not real sure about this because our backyard is teeny tiny, so I guess we'll just have to see about that one.

I wish we could move in tomorrow, but I do suppose we've only got one more day here. =) Hallelujah! Housekeeping is totally getting on my nerves. After calling up here last week and asking me what a more convenient time for me, they came this morning while I was still in my pjs!!! Ugh, seriously?!

Anyway. I also talked to the shipping company about our car earlier. Apparently our car is on the island. Yay! But, she told me to call back Friday or Monday because "it may not be there by then." What do you mean it may not be there?! I tried to ask why, but if you've never spoken to a Hawaiian, good luck getting a word in edgewise. She was telling me this and then she said "call back Friday/Monday around 10 a.m...." then she cut me off and said "is that all?" All I could think was "uh, yeah sure." Gah. Anyway, I'm a little upset because I was really hoping we weren't going to have to rent a car. It would save us over $100 if our car got here before we needed to rent one on Friday. *sigh* And, I would absolutely die if our HHG got here this weekend too. I'd love it if we didn't have to borrow furniture...seriously. I'm thankful for that option, but I'd really like to have my stuff back. Please and thank you!

So, please keep your fingers crossed [and send up some prayers] and maybe all will turn out well!

Happy Hump Day!! =D

The Joys of Moving...

So, the movers come tomorrow and stress has already set in. I'm worrying about everything!! I'm getting things together that I want to take in my car...in other words, things that I don't want them to touch. =) I'm doing laundry, dishes and trying to clean up a little bit. I know that this place will be a disaster tomorrow anyway, but it might as well be clean my last night here.

I tried to call transportation to confirm that they're moving my stuff to our apartment and not storage, but guess what? Their system was down, so they couldn't check anything. Thanks for your reliability Army Transportation Office. Geez.

So, the movers will be here about 10:30 tomorrow. I decided I'd be nice and buy some lunch stuff for them to eat while they were here. I don't want cranky movers packing my things! I'm sooo worried that things are going to get broken in the move. =/ So, I'm going to make an effort to find the rest of my Christmas ornaments and put those in the car. I definitely don't trust them with those.

Off I go to do more pre-moving things. Wish me luck, say a prayer, and any advice would be awesome!

Moving, moving, moving!! ❒

I'm completely obsessed with it right now! All I can think about is apartment shopping!

I'm going to move to GA soon - in case any of you didn't know - so, I'm going to see the hubby this weekend and we're going to look at some apartments. And I'm really excited! Probably too excited for my own good! *sigh* I don't know why I'm so excited. I really don't like to move...ok, let me rephrase. I really don't like packing and unpacking. Really. It sucks. I hate to have a house full of boxes...staring at me. With all my crap - and I have tons - sitting around me, in boxes, waiting for me to open them and distribute it.

When you really think about it, we have way more stuff than we really need. I think most of it is because both of us seem to be pack rats. This is not good. I think I may be just a tad bit worse, but still. You should have seen that U-Haul packed full of our stuff when we moved in. Long story short, Joe's parents moved us to NC as a wedding gift, and his sister too. So, her stuff and our stuff was in there together. I daresay that 80% of that thing was full of our stuff. Sad, isn't it? Well, at least I won't be carrying any of the boxes this time!!!! =D Thank goodness the Army takes care of that! Although, I will be pretty much on my own for the unpacking part. Not looking forward to that.

What I am looking forward to is decorating a new place!!!!! =D I think I take after my Nana....I really like to rearrange things every once in a while. It's nice to have a new look. So, this is going to be a new look! I've decided I want to redecorate our bathroom...and make it a little less kid friendly. Right now, we have rubber ducky decor. I know, I know. No comments, please! I already feel like a big dork admitting that. But, before we got married, I really wanted to do a bathroom in duckies! So, I did. And now...I'm thinking we need something a little more...normal! Hahaha! I also want to get a pretty comforter for our bed. Something not so blah.

I really need to get rid of some furniture too. We have another bed that we don't use...except to pile junk on. =D Not to mention the fact that it's pretty much falling apart and no one would want to sleep on it anyway. Then, we have 2 desks. Who really needs 2 desks, anyway? Especially when we're going to be moving...a lot, and to tiny apartments. So, no more 2 desks. I want to get rid of the bigger one, since the drawers really irritate me and the other desk matches the bedroom furniture. Strange, I know, but it does. Not that it's actually in the bedroom though. Ok, I'm starting to ramble! I've also got this vanity thing that I've had since I was like 16...and I'm obviously not going to use it anymore since I have my own darn bathroom that I can hog because it's my house! =P And I'm pretty sure I need to get rid of the beside table that I consistently pile all my junk in/on. I really need to learn how to control this pack rat thing at some point in my life. So, if anyone needs furniture, I'm your girl!

I really can't wait til I move closer to Joe!!!! I'm sooooooooo excited! I may not be able to see him every day, but just knowing that I can get to him in a few minutes if I need to will make me feel so much better! That, and we can spend our weekends like we used to instead of in hotels and finding things to do the rest of the day because I had to check out at 11:00. Ok, sorry for all the rambling tonight. I don't know what my problem is!!