and so it begins........

The mandatory going through everything we own and determining "do we really need to haul that shit around with us one more time?" The resounding answer on our ski equipment, which has not seen the slopes since the late 90's, maybe early 2000's is a definite NO. When you can't figure out which box of ski boots goes with which set of skis and the bindings are, well.......I would not wear them, but I'm not cleared to ski for a couple years yet....so no sweat off my back....plus the only skis we are going to need are the kind you drag behind a BOAT!

And so I spent my day today with my children and my husband sorting through years of stuff.....my husband calls it junk because he'd just assume make the cash at our yard sale.....(we did one in El Paso and made over $1200.00) but that only happened because I got rid of a bunch of german furniture, don't plan on that this time Smokey!

So our trip home was good, a nice gentleman came up to my husband and thanked him for his service (my husband was on official orders so he traveled in uniform) and then he paid for our dinner at the airport.......it was our second change of planes so we had some time to sit down......now here's were it gets really emotional for me.....first we had to change airlines from American to Delta......we were in the WAY back of the aircraft....the steward came back and said that they thought they may have 4 seats in business class available and if so they were going to move us up, not just because I was in a back brace for travel, but because of my husband's service.......well unfortunately it did not turn out that way, but just before they closed the door, he came back and told me that at woman in business class wanted to give her seat to me.....I did not understand why and I argued no, but my husband forced the point.......so when I saw her, I thanked her and she said that when she flies she always flies first or business class and if a soldier is on board she gives him/her her seat, but since I was flying with him, she gave it to me.......I thanked her immensely and went and sat down for our last flight which was about an hour and a half. It turns out that her son is a Captain in Iraq, my husband spoke to her during the flight.........so we debark at our destination and we are waiting for my husband's bag and yep it's missing........stuck in Atlanta......I hate that it was stuck there, but I am glad it wasn't mine, I mean, everything I own was in that bag.......it arrived today at about 4pm........and the guy was all confused, he could not figure out how to get on base.......figures.

Anyway, we are so ready to move to our new home......but I am so beat I'm lucky I'm able to type this at all and have it make sense. Good thing blogger has spell check, otherwise, this might not make any sense at all......

~ASW

A House A House.........I think we bought a house

OMG...........I have never in my life thought that I would buy a house that cost as much as a medical degree....but alas I find myself on the edge of insanity in the middle of signing 17 different documents and saw visions of never being able to afford to go out to eat again......we are finally under contract.

We actually bought a beautiful house for a great price, our realtor believes it will come in at appraisal for quite a bit more then what we bought it for......there are some aesthetics that need addressing but who's house doesn't......this house is huge and I think that my family will be happy....I will be once I can make it more mine......and change some things....

We are set to close in a few weeks, which we will not be present for, and I hope nothing strange comes up because of that.

Anyway, trying to de-stress and just breathe a little easier.....I have done our laundry and I have packed my bags.....we fly tomorrow and I'm so ready to go home, but dreading the flights.....

Did I mention I hate flying?