Sorry

Wow... my poor, poor neglected blog. I have been remiss in keeping it updated. Not that I don't think about doing it everyday- but then when I think about what to put into words, I am torn between having everything and nothing to bitch about... and then I don't.

It's tax season. I had been anticipating this year more than any other, for this was the year I was going to get my china cabinet hutch dealio from a local furniture store... said reatiler has fallen off the face of the planet. I guess they went out of business. I have looked at other ones, and found them to not only be really ugly euro trash styled- but insanely expensive. The bulk of the Uncle Sugar money will be socked into savings, as planned- to prepared for the move- and a small portion will be used to get me a new computer. As it is now, I use the "family" (that is to say husband's) comp- or "borrow" my son's, etc. At least the ones we have now are apple, and not microsucks winblows.

Problem being of course that for me to get a new one we will be stuck with AAFES (unacceptable) or jumping through hoops to get one shipped here from the states. You can scroll back though the archives to find my experiences with Dell. It was 2 weeks of hell dealing with those fucktards, and I am not anxious to go through that again. Not even a little bit... as much as I am not looking forward to this who north dakota thing, I am about fed the fuck up with being here too.

Anytime we want or need something we have to either rely on AAFES, the unreliable, or wade through a river of shit to get it, or of course there is always "tough shit, live without it" as a third option. As much as I used to bitch about how much money I used to spend at Walmart... I am looking forward to walking into one when we get back. Oh, and a Denny's... Now we all know no one ever GOES to Denny's- you end up at Denny's... but won't it be glorious to get something to eat at 1 a.m., or on a Monday afternoon- as there are no "rutag" days.

Yeah, I am "red'ta'go". I'll update on the pursuit of a computer system.... I am most certain it is not going to go well, as it seems we are already hitting walls with HP. At least the representatives there are Americans. It's a start.

Kids and Sex

A few months back- we did a rudimentary overview of sex... Kinda like "Where Babies Come From for Beginners". As the kids are 7 and 9- we kept it remedial, and mostly biological, as the finer points of sex, love, dickheaded boys and such is best saved for slightly later. The gist of of it seemed to get through though- babies come from sex, when a mommy and daddy get body parts together.... blah blah blah. We will continue to reinforce it as they get older, and bring them to bits of it as they get ready.

As I was sitting here last week, my daughter walks up to me out of the blue and (shit you not) says, "Mommy, how do you have two kids?"
..."What?"
"Well, if you only had sex once, how did you get two kids?"
....stunned silence....
"What makes you think we only had sex once?"
"I dunno. I just thought you only had sex once."

Now... K2 was not home at the time, and delving into a discussion at the time that sex is a function of normal married life, and consenting adults, and love, etc. would have lead to a whole other myriad of questions that honestly, she wouldn't understand the answers to. She barely gets the idea of tab A, slot B. It's a really basic framework understanding she has, and isn't ready to digest more than that, as she gets off on tangents of unrelated ideas.... so I steered right off the path of sex as a normal part of life.

Luckily, she settled for, "Honey, we have had sex more than once.", and other than her saying as she walked away, "Well, you don't anymore, right? Since you can't have more babies."... and being stunned back into silence again, I didn't contradict her. Better saved for a sit down talk. She is outwardly curious. My son- not so much. I don't think he could give a shit less, in fact.... He's gonna get the sit down soon, too.

I am a success! She knows babies come from sex.... Of course- her father is a eunuch and I am a celibate in her mind, but hey... Santa still brings toys, and every story has a happy ending in her world... what are you gonna do?

Winding Up

Six Months. Sounds like a long time, but it seems like a short time when faced with the huge task of moving a family 6000 miles after being in one place for 6+ years. (Hmmm 666. Weird. Anyways...)

It seems that he four of us have accumulated quite a bit of shit in the last six years... Much of it I have little or no interest in keeping. This feels kinda like that nesting thing one goes through during pregnancy- except I am feeling the need to make the nest in the dumpster outside for the stuff.... It is hard to know where to start. One cabinet at a time, I suppose. When we got here- our furniture was rather sparse. Now we have something resembling a grown up life... and everything has to be sorted all over again.

When we came to Germany, we had all of 5 days from issue of orders to the day we had to be in on the way to LA to drop off the car for shipment- including appointments with movers, cleaning, and reservations for travel. Most military folks get 2 or more months at LEAST. We threw out so much shit on moving day that the illegals in the apartment complex thought it was Christmas time. They were floored I was throwing out a crib and a coffee maker, an old dresser and GOBS of old clothes.... (Hey- with 19 of them in a single 850 sq ft apartment they had a lot of kids to clothe.) SO- we took it out to the dumpster- they snagged it and took it next door.

I digress, as we have a longer heads up, I am hoping to avoid the whole mass dumpage of shit at the last minute. Then it will also be a challenge to make sure more shit doesn't accumulate behind me when I move to the project pile. I think I will start in the laundry room, and work from there...
I am gonna need a fuck-ton of trash bags.

Not Yesterday... Not Today, Either.

You know those people who are great in a crisis? Those who seem to have 6 hands and can juggle everything and make it all land in place without breaking a sweat? I am one of those people. During stress and "shit hitting the fan" time- I function extremely well. So say- like a car breaking down, Christmas shopping, buying a replacement car, kids home for Christmas vacation, and all the regular everyday shit that goes on in the mean time that has to be dealt with... I can handle it all, and not show a single sign of fracture or upset.

The problem being once it is all done- and everyone looks around, sees it is okay and starts to feel better... That's when I fall apart. Like some kind of emotional after shock, I lose it after things are all fixed, and it would seem logical that the need for a nervous breakdown has passed. Instead of sitting back and enjoying the peace of mind of a plan coming together, I curl up into the psychological equivalent of the fetal position and don't want to deal with a whole lot of anything or anyone.

I will post pics of the over loaded Christmas tree, and ensuing libations this week. It was a fabulous holiday, and I am still scrambling to find places to put all the toys. Things should get back to normal soon, (they better), and I will feel more like sharing- but I have decided to grant myself the luxury of feeling pissy and blue for a few days, until things get back to a regular rhythm around the house.