Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Food Funny

This website made me laugh so hard. I literally spent hours laughing


You can only fully appreciate this if you watch the Food Network, because everything they say on here is true, and I've noticed the same things. Like Giada over pronouncing everything, and Sandra Lee's ridiculous themes and tablescapes.

One thing they make fun of is on The Barefoot Contessa is the fact that she's always inviting house guests over for lunch or a party, and they seem to always be gay. So yesterday, Craig and I were watching Ina Garten/Barefoot Contessa, and he turns to me and says, in Forty Year Old Virigin style, "You know how I know you're gay? You were invited to a party hosted by Ina Garten."

That funny guy...

Monday, March 29, 2010

Worry Wart

I'm sitting here at 2:15 am thinking about things I can't control. Craig tells me a few days ago that his leave/vacation might start earlier, which means that he has to report on May 27th for duty and leave for Germany. Hummm.. only one slight problem, there's this wedding thing May 29th, and he's the groom... how "hilarious" it would be for him to fly back to report, and then fly back on Saturday to do this ceremony thing, and then fly to wherever...

I also shouldn't be worring about the movers and household goods, but I am, ya wanna know why? Wedding presents. My world would be nicer if people didn't buy us gifts, but you know they will. If you don't make a wedding registry, some well meaning relatives will get you something anyway. And I know even though we have a registry some "creative" relatives will still get us presents on their own...

Yikes, I just realized this post and my last post are very b*itchy... I'm a pretty positive person, honestly! Anyway, where was I.... (haha)

Somehow I have to coordinate the wedding and the moving and the time I leave and the whole car shipping thing at the right times. I really don't want to be stuck in Augusta by myself for a long period of time waiting on the movers. If it weren't for those pesky presents, I wouldn't mind for movers to come around the time we leave for Wisconsin (May 11th-ish) and be done with it (as well as be done with Augusta!). Or I could leave it all in my parent's attic for 3 years... hummm...

I'm also worrying about traveling by myself (this coming from the girl who traveled to New Zeland and lived there by herself for 3 months....). I hate flying, simply hate it. I was looking forward to actually having someone there to calm my nerves, but it looks like Craig and I won't be able to travel together. A panic attack in an airport bathroom 10 minutes before you board is never good, trust me.

Writing this all out is pretty therapeutic. Thanks for listening.

Oh my gosh, a lightbulb just went on in my head. Maybe I could get the wedding presents to Germany with the unaccompanied baggage! And I could leave some the appliances back home, as it sounds like they won't work well over there anyway. I'll have to look into this... Now all I have to figure out is how to get my groom to his wedding!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

How to go overseas Army style

1. Go to meeting. Get talked to like you are 3 years old and get sheet with directions that looks to be copied 100 times written circa 1990 with so many grammatical errors that you question it's validity.

2. Make appointment to go to the clinic. This will not be for a physical, but rather to make sure they can take care of you overseas. If you are in the EFMP (Exceptional Family Member Program), then this is important, if not, then this is a complete waste of time.

3. Get two phone calls reminding you of appointment, and then one the day before. Have lady talk to you like a 3 year old.

4. Go to appointment. Then have lady scold you for not getting copies made of EFMP document before you leave, because the doctor forgot to mention it to you. She will then say, "it says it in the directions," and when you say, "it says to make copies and give to Ms. A." She will then say she's Ms. A and then rudely say, "Well who did you think I was?" I dunno lady, you sit at a desk at a clinic...

5. Read in directions that you have one month to complete this and to either tell OPs (Operations) to contact Ms. B or call Ms. B directly to get passports. So you call Ms. B, only to find out her voicemail box is full. Finally get a hold of Ms. B, who tells you that the directions do not say to call her, but to go through OPs.

6. OPs will make appointment, being almost 2 months into the process.

7. Go to appointment, wait 1 hour 20 min after your appointment to see Ms. B. Then find out that OPs forgot to tell Ms. B that this was an appointment for passports. Or that your husband forgot to tell OPs that this was an appointment for passports.

8. Get scolded from Ms. B when you ask to verify information, telling you that: "I know how to do my job."

8. Make passport appointment with Ms. B for 2 weeks after first meeting, now being well into 2 months into the process.

9. Get Power of Attorney because your husband can't make it to the passport meeting.

10. Get a phone call after coming home from PT that you need to go to a meeting about orders. Waste an hour and gas driving to post, only to find out the reason they wanted you to come back was to ask if you are married. Go home for a few hours and then return for a formation, in which the same people that asked you this earlier are there.

So this is where we are currently at in the process. Yes, I'm cynical about this whole thing. Of course I'm only emphasizing the negative, but I find this entire thing pretty comical. I understand these people deal with young soldiers and their families who do not have a lot of experience with these things, and I'm sure there's quite a few idiots out there. And maybe I'm not used to the snarkiness because I'm from the friendly Midwest. But I get the feeling they don't really enjoy their jobs, which is too bad.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I'm Back

Life is getting interesting again. Time to blog. Or maybe it's getting boring and I need something to do... anyway....

With the move to Germany coming up, I figured I should find a place to share my adventure with my family and friends. Also, now that all our friends have moved away, the only person I have to talk to is Craig. Poor guy, he has to listen to me, haha.

I'm going to update this thing, make it relevant, a little face lift if you will.