baby come back...

For god's sake, can't Schmitty and Yago just come home already!?  Ralphie is great, even occasionally cuddly.  Holy crap though, I have to make an effort for us to DO something.  Otherwise we sit around and take turns choosing television shows while eating nachos and rice krispy treats. I hereby promise to get out of the house and do something active and FUN tomorrow.

Speaking of television shows...  We moved here as Oprah was wrapping up so I don't have that DVRed anymore.  We've also cut back on our cable out here.  Now I give Yago crap about not being able to watch the Golden Girls on Hallmark or OWN but honestly I don't mind.  However, in my viewing vacuum I have totally taken up Tabitha's Salon Takeover.  It's on about three hours every morning, that's a lot of sitting on my dupy with coffee.  Such a guilty pleasure.

our house

Is not a very, very, very fine house.  I abhor this place.  It has the fake laminate wood floors that are buckled and peeling all over the kitchen.  The downstairs carpet is disgusting.  The entire downstairs is dark and stinks making me not even want to go down there at all, and that's where Schmitty's room is.  The fence is peeling.  I just plain hate this place. 

The house is tiny, I've realized that even if I did have friends I'd be embarrassed to invite anyone over.  I'd have to make excuses for all the things wrong with this place, explaining that it's a rental.  The choices made for the house are not mine.  If it was just a case of being small but clean I could deal with it. I'd hopefully make it cute, but this place is a disaster that the landlord openly says he doesn't want to soak money in to.  I think I'm cured of choosing places to live without physically seeing them first.  No more online house shopping.

Yago leaves tomorrow for a couple of weeks in D.C.  When we first found out that he had an orientation in D.C. we thought I'd go with him and hang out.  The grandparents volunteered to watch the kids for us.  That fell through and I'm a little bummed.  I also know it's wrong to be irritated that my MIL doesn't take vacation to be my personal babysitter but takes vacation time to volunteer at church camp and vacation bible school.  I'm a bad person.

stories

I've kind of been thinking about who to tell about my new blog.  I haven't told any of my family which is weird.  I realized a few years ago that I made a big mistake when I told my mother about my blog.  Since she never uses the computer she told my dad about it.  Writing knowing my dad was checking it everyday put the holy brakes on anything I wanted to write about.

I started blogging before I met Yago when I was dating other people.  It's was a fun and interesting chronicle when Yago and I finally hooked up.  I thought the entry pertaining to our first date, with Schmitty in tow, was quite amusing.  I didn't think the relationship would go anywhere but look where we are now.  Yago used to comment frequently but for some reason he completely stopped commenting once we were married and living together.  When I asked him why, because he still checked my blog almost daily, he just said he felt like he shouldn't anymore.  I didn't really understand the explanation to be honest, something about how he thought it should just be mine...  It kept me from complaining about anything too personal because he checked it all the time but there also wasn't the banter that there used to be either.  So I haven't bothered to tell Yago yet.

My sister used to check it frequently when I lived overseas but she's apparently lost interest.  That is actually good news because I wrote an extremely scathing entry one day after she thoroughly pissed me off.  Honestly, she hurt my feelings and I unleashed a rant that I shouldn't have.  As far as I know she never saw it before I deleted it. Yago read it and looked alarmed when he asked me about it.  He strongly encouraged me to delete it and I did the following day.

I guess my point is that I used to write funny and personal stuff fairly frequently but that hasn't been the case in a long time.  I didn't delete my old blog because it is a chronicle of my life with Schmitty before Yago.  I also love going back to read some of the entries when Yago and I were dating.  He was pretty funny and a lot of fun to date.  I mean, he's fun to be married to but dating is different.

I think my point is that I need to write about the funny stuff again.  Because there is funny stuff but I feel like I forgot how to tell a good story.

adjustments

Last night we, as a family, rode our bikes to dinner at a steakhouse and then around town.  I have to admit I was reluctant at first... It turned out to be a nice evening.

Yago has signed Schmitty up for a week of scout camp... IN MONTANA!!  I'm not very happy about it and know I'll be a nervous wreck the whole time.  All I can think of is the tornado at the Little Sioux camp a few years ago followed by a rash of electrocutions.  What if there's a big storm?  A flood?  What if he just wants to come home?  Did I mentionYago will be in D.C. while Schmitty's gone giving me plenty of time to brood.  A full week of me and R2  (Ralphie and Rana).  Egads.

Update:  Still no friends.  Sheesh.  I'm pathetic.

caper

The boys and I just went to check the mail.  I returned home to find the fresh, still warm, banana-blueberry bread that I'd recently pulled from the oven half devoured.  Stupid dog.

Oh.  And in case moving wasn't inconvenient enough...  They don't pick up the boxes anymore.  I called to arrange the "debris pickup" and it was denied.  Upon further investigation I found out the military stopped covering that service UNLESS... you're a widow, you're wounded, OR you specifically request the movers unpack you and they take the boxes the same day.  They didn't offer to unpack and I wouldn't have had them unpack anyway.  I just wanted them to pick up the boxes three days later when I finished unpacking myself.  Another reason I hate movers. Or moving, whatever.

better

Last night we got the first drops of rain that I've seen since we moved.  It frequently looks like it's going to storm and then nothing happens, quite a let down.  Anyway, last night it sprinkled for about five minutes and then we had a totally cool, super bright double rainbow.  When I opened the door to poke my head outside I squealed in delight and called the family out.  Yago snapped a photo but you can't see the double rainbow and it doesn't do it justice.

I forgot to update on my fitness evaluation last week... I rocked that thing!  I was quite surprised but Yago said I was where he thought I would be.  It was funny because they had the SAME bikes from the AF ergo test years ago.  They did other stuff too, it was more thorough than the old PFTs but it was funny to see those bikes with the heart monitors.  My body fat is under (just barely) 20% which is awesome for me.  So funny how when someone official tells you that you're in excellent shape and have low body fat you suddenly feel skinny and want to eat a bunch of ice cream...

Well, I'm in desperate need of a nap.  Incidentally, we have two annoying, yappy dogs that live next door.  I kind of want to punch my neighbors in the face because they leave them out all night as far as I can tell.  They are constantly waking me up, even Yago is pissed.  Our bedroom windows happen to be right next to the fence.  Anyway, I need a nap.

down with the sickness

Saturday we went to the Craters of the Moon national park and hiked through some lava tubes, basically caves.  After the park we went to ERB-I which was the first nuclear reactor that produced electricity and then to Pickle's for lunch.  It was a great day trip and we even got a geocache along the way.  It was fun but I could feel my throat and air passages burning.  By the time we got home I was full-on sick.  I'm not a very good sick person, but I don't think anyone really is.

Yesterday I snapped at Yago after I broke our vacuum cleaner, as if it was his fault.  (Our $500 vacuum cleaner.)  I got pissed and tried yanking it around the table only to chip the table leg and pull the hose from the canister.  Then I yelled at Yago for not doing enough cleaning and unpacking.  I'm not very nice.  He'd actually spent the day trying to fix various items that didn't make it through the move in very good condition.

Hopefully tomorrow is better.  It could only get better, right?

new awesomeness

There's a local dairy around here that Yago and I have been hearing about.  They still deliver milk.  Naturally we had to check it out because Yago loves old-timey stuff like that.  I called to set up a weekly delivery and found out they even deliver ice cream.  Oh.  My.  God.  Ice cream?  Where I don't have to stand in front of a case at the grocery store and have an internal debate about the caloric content?  Which flavor?  Who likes what in the family?  Finally just giving up and moving on because I can't take the bickering in my head anymore.  I can just set it up to be delivered to the house and forget about it.

We went to the dairy last night to try the ice cream.  We got to see a couple of calves, some goats, horses and went on a horse-drawn wagon ride around the farm!  I think we officially love this town.

Well, the gym isn't so awesome I guess.  I'm going today to get my complimentary fitness assessment.  Ugh.  It's never as good as you want it to be.  It's always super busy and the classes are full of girls that have their hair fixed and makeup on.  They wear skirts (workout miniskirts) and funky hats.  It's a little much.  Oh well.  Maybe I'll start the fad of going to the gym looking like I just rolled out of bed, because I did.

A Fresh Start

I'm starting another blog.  Hopefully it'll motivate me to post more often.  I've been very busy the last few months but haven't put much down.

We just moved to Idaho Falls and I'm really liking it so far. My favorite part -- actually there are two -- I haven't gotten a single mosquito bite and the nights are cool.  I wish I'd been able to take my neighbors from Bellevue with me though.  Before moving I had promised myself to be more outgoing but I know I'm shying away from talking to people or from introducing myself to others.  It's ironic because I'm constantly nagging the boys to go outside and meet some kids.

Maybe today I'll initiate an introduction...