Minnesota is Heaven, But Virginia is Home
I'm back, peeps. I'm going full-on retro and I'm going back to the blog.
In a fit of disgust this week, I decided to get off Facebook. What is it about Facebook that makes me so crazy? I don't know and it's not worth examining as I intend to spend zero more minutes of my life worrying about Facebook. Except to post for The Contractor.
So...first of all, a little title change, as per usual, to reflect what's happening here. First, I was "Minnesota is Heaven", which I do still believe. That I will come to the pearly gates and IF God lets me in, it will look like the perfect August day in Minnesota with cornfields and blue skies for miles.
Then, I was "Minnesota Gaijin" while we were in Japan...and hey, if you're coming to this blog because you searched "Yokosuka", enjoy your time there. We did, both times.
However, we have bought a house in Virginia and we've spent about eight years here now, between Norfolk and Burke and I officially am in love with Virginia. It's not that different from Minnesota, really, except for really terrible drivers and the fact that we get one snowstorm per year that screws everything up. Oh, and the summers are disgusting. I could detail how sweaty one can get on a simple trip to the mailbox, but I'll let my readers just use their imaginations.
I haven't posted here for two years! A lot has happened. My husband has changed jobs. We are no longer getting to fly to Kauai as much (insert sad face). Now he does something in acquisitions or something, I don't know. We decided to send the kids to a private school--they are about to embark upon their second year there and are doing pretty well. Some of them better than others. I was working for the kitchen and bath place, then I quit working for them, then I started working for some crazy Turkish dude and then I quit working for him, then I went back to the original kitchen and bath place and spent a crazy 18 months with them, now I'm working for The Contractor, running around from one end of this big county to the other and back again. It's fun, it's flexible and I still get to talk about plumbing sometimes and hang around the lumberyard.
We bought a house! That's exciting and another reason that I refuse to leave this place. It's mine, all mine...my preciouuusssss. I've already remodeled three bathrooms and the kitchen floor, had my hardwoods all refinished and now we are going to get our deck done and add a sunroom! Home ownership rocks. I bought plants! PLANTS. That's a big deal for a military spouse.
Sometimes, I still organize...every once and awhile when I get a wild hair.
In short, life is good.
Just one disclaimer: I used to have this blog set to private, meaning you could only read it if you were invited by me. It was an exclusive club, very velvet-rope/bouncer/cover charge. I've opened it up to the public, so if your name is in here because you were my neighbor in Japan and I hated your guts, I'm really sorry about that. Now you know...I was only being nice because we had to live on top of each other and see each other all day. I don't have time to go through all these posts and redact everyone's name, so...
I will try to post more often as I know I am depriving grandparents of the rare glimpses of their grandchildren, though they aren't really cute anymore nor are they doing cute things. Just don't expect a post every other day or anything like that.
If you still want to read after both those disclaimers, then...welcome!
In a fit of disgust this week, I decided to get off Facebook. What is it about Facebook that makes me so crazy? I don't know and it's not worth examining as I intend to spend zero more minutes of my life worrying about Facebook. Except to post for The Contractor.
So...first of all, a little title change, as per usual, to reflect what's happening here. First, I was "Minnesota is Heaven", which I do still believe. That I will come to the pearly gates and IF God lets me in, it will look like the perfect August day in Minnesota with cornfields and blue skies for miles.
Then, I was "Minnesota Gaijin" while we were in Japan...and hey, if you're coming to this blog because you searched "Yokosuka", enjoy your time there. We did, both times.
However, we have bought a house in Virginia and we've spent about eight years here now, between Norfolk and Burke and I officially am in love with Virginia. It's not that different from Minnesota, really, except for really terrible drivers and the fact that we get one snowstorm per year that screws everything up. Oh, and the summers are disgusting. I could detail how sweaty one can get on a simple trip to the mailbox, but I'll let my readers just use their imaginations.
I haven't posted here for two years! A lot has happened. My husband has changed jobs. We are no longer getting to fly to Kauai as much (insert sad face). Now he does something in acquisitions or something, I don't know. We decided to send the kids to a private school--they are about to embark upon their second year there and are doing pretty well. Some of them better than others. I was working for the kitchen and bath place, then I quit working for them, then I started working for some crazy Turkish dude and then I quit working for him, then I went back to the original kitchen and bath place and spent a crazy 18 months with them, now I'm working for The Contractor, running around from one end of this big county to the other and back again. It's fun, it's flexible and I still get to talk about plumbing sometimes and hang around the lumberyard.
We bought a house! That's exciting and another reason that I refuse to leave this place. It's mine, all mine...my preciouuusssss. I've already remodeled three bathrooms and the kitchen floor, had my hardwoods all refinished and now we are going to get our deck done and add a sunroom! Home ownership rocks. I bought plants! PLANTS. That's a big deal for a military spouse.
Sometimes, I still organize...every once and awhile when I get a wild hair.
In short, life is good.
Just one disclaimer: I used to have this blog set to private, meaning you could only read it if you were invited by me. It was an exclusive club, very velvet-rope/bouncer/cover charge. I've opened it up to the public, so if your name is in here because you were my neighbor in Japan and I hated your guts, I'm really sorry about that. Now you know...I was only being nice because we had to live on top of each other and see each other all day. I don't have time to go through all these posts and redact everyone's name, so...
I will try to post more often as I know I am depriving grandparents of the rare glimpses of their grandchildren, though they aren't really cute anymore nor are they doing cute things. Just don't expect a post every other day or anything like that.
If you still want to read after both those disclaimers, then...welcome!
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