Stormy Tuesday

It's a bit stormy here in Louisiana today. When I looked at the radar for back home (Oklahoma) I noticed that it's very cold there and snowing. Hmm...I'm not sure if I'm glad I'm missing out on that or sad that I'm not getting to experience it.

I'm still on the fence about that one.

One thing I do know is that Boomer is NOT going to like the colder weather when we go back to Oklahoma. He's already shivering here, which is precisely why I bought him his fleece hoodie to wear. He's so attached to that thing already. He actually gets mad when you take it off of him. How did I get such a demanding dog?

Speaking of Boomer, this business about him flying is getting a bit ridiculous. I made the reservation for him to be in-cabin last night and then realized that after I did it there's no way they will allow him to fly that way. He's under 20 lbs, which is the weight limit, but not under 9 inches, the height requirement. He's more like 13 inches. Which obviously doesn't allow him to fully stand up and move about his pet carrier like they require them to be able to do. So....we might have to call the grouchy lady back at in/out processing and have him changed again back to being checked luggage. I just want my dog to make it to Italy. Is that too much to ask?

Did I mention yesterday when I got my medical records that the last few pages in them were not mine? See, I went to one specialist one time when I lived in Oklahoma. This was before I got married and when the hospital here requested my medical records from back home, they obviously put my married name on the request. Well, my family doctor did it correctly, the other doctor did not and sent the medical records of a woman with the same name.

So here I am yesterday, reading through my records and I happen upon this, "patient is a 32- year- old white female, husband is considering a vasectomy."

Uh...yeah. That's obviously not me.

I got a good chuckle out of it though. I'm thinking of mailing the lady her records and telling her what happened. Now that should be interesting!

16 Days Until Christmas

Monday News and my running commentary

Just popping in to catch ya'll up with what's going on in.

Nothing terribly exciting though.

I just returned from the hospital on-post which is always an adventure. Nothing is every easy in the military. I've learned that time and time again since I've been an Army wife.

I went to the hospital to get my medical records, I had the appropriate form all filled out and ready to hand in. Then the guy working at the medical records desk informs me I have to have a copy of Sean's orders.

Crap.

A quick check of the car let me know I wasn't going to get lucky with a spare set of orders in there, so I had to drive home and snag a copy, pet Boomer and nab a mozzarella stick and I was out the door on my way to the hospital again.

This time I had everything I needed and had my medical records in hand in no time.

Did I mention I've already been reading them?

Yeah...they are interesting.

Did I also mention I get secret pleasure noticing I'm only three pounds from what I weighed in high school?

Yeah....I'm pretty pumped about that.

Especially when I noticed my hefty weight noted in my chart around the time I had mono. Let's just say I'm glad I'm not at that point anymore.

Oh...and also I have some fantastic news. Sean and I got a car loan! We didn't have to have any parents co-sign on it and they are also allowing us to take the car overseas with no problems. So, needless to say I was very happy about that blessing/miracle.

In moving news, they came today and picked up our unaccompanied baggage. Tomorrow is storage and Wednesday is all our household goods. Then it's off to the Magnolia House to live for the next couple of days until I'm done with work.

Speaking of work, my boss is taking us out for my "last day" dinner this Wednesday. I'm pretty excited, because it means I get to pick where we eat. Last time I got to pick where we ate, our administrative assistant almost poked out bosses' eye out with a chopstick. Fun times, I tell ya.

I got my stiches out yesterday. Something simple turned out to be a long process. I waited two and a half hours to get them out. No, I'm not joking. I sucked it up though and just got through the waiting process. I wasn't going to leave and then have to go back again. It didn't hurt a bit and now I'm sans stitches.

Woo Hoo!

17 Days Until Christmas!

But I don't want to!

I've heard this a lot lately and no I have no children, so its not from them that I'm hearing this.

I've actually been hearing this from a lot of spouses, mostly concerning moving.

I have to admit it gets pretty irritating to hear that over and over.

"But I don't want to move! I don't want to be that far away from my family! I've heard bad things about (insert name of post here).

I understand that to a degree. I mean, I moved 10 hours away from my family to live with Sean at Ft. Polk. Next January I will move across the ocean to Italy and be extremely far away from my family and I'm not complaining. Will I miss them? Yes! Do I already miss them? Yes! Do I complain and gripe about it all the time? No! I understand the fear of moving somewhere new, having to meet new people, adjust to life there. That's normal! But constantly worrying and griping about where you are going is like a rocking chair. IT gives you something to do, but you get nowhere.

We ARE married to someone who is in the military, obviously at some point in your life you aren't going to be overjoyed about where you are assigned. Life is what you make it. If you complain and mope then you are going to be miserable, if you make the best of it and your time there, then you are going to have fond memories of that place. I just wish people would understand that and stop throwing their little pity parties.

Yesterday in my AFTB class we learned about coping with change. You can either be a Change Master, someone who handles change in a positive way and does what they can to adapt or someone who is a Change Victim, who has a negative attitude about change and their situation.

I decided right then and there that I was going to try my hardest to be a change master. I have been more of a victim these last couple of months at Fort Polk, complaining how I have no friends and no job. This week though I've really tried to get out there and expand my horizons and this is the happiest I've been since we moved here.

Ok...vent over.

On a positive note, my well woman's exam and job interview both went really well today. The doctor who examined me was amazing! I told her my problems with my last birth control and she suggested something else and said if that didn't work then we would try things until we found something that did work for me. Hearing that really made me feel a lot better.

My job interview was probably one of the best I've had. It was at a claims office which handles claims for the Sherriff's association of Louisana. It sounds very interesting, the hours are great, the pay is good and everyone is friendly, and it's a small office, which I like. I think I really impressed my interviewer with some of my answers and he really needs someone to just fill this position temporarily, as in around a year, so with us leaving for Italy that works out great. He told me he'd most likely be calling me next week, so I'm really hoping that he does.

Well, I'm off to the gym for a run, everyone have a good evening.