Be Afraid

The kids started school this morning. We got them registered in the holy-fucking-shit-small town that we will be living in. We arrived about 320 minutes early, as naturally we would, being good parents and making sure to get pictures of them to embarrass the shit out of them in front of the soon to be new friends. Plus, we got another chance to cruise by the new house and take a look at it. It's really cute, and I am already planning some things that we can do with it to make it better.

Since we arrived about 20 minutes early I had time to walk around a little, ask some questions of the nice ladies in the office, and still make it back out in time to meet the cop. No, not a typo- THE cop. For the town. Yep. Nice guy. Full of information, and very active in the community. He asked us if we just got here, and of course, yes we did. Yessir- we're buying that house right over there... and then... I got scared. He said, "Oh. so you're the ones we heard about." Now he said it with a smile, and just as warm as you please...but... wait, what? HEARD ABOUT?! What. The. Hell. At this moment I was thankful that I was wearing sunglasses, cause I am sure my eyes were prolly as big as plates when he said that. He went on to mention that the Vet's club does BBQ events, and we live next door to the chief of the volunteer fire department, oh and they have an inspirational speaker coming to the high school next week- the whole town is really excited.

But, hold on there, chief, let's back up to that other thing you said. How the hell did anyone hear anything about us? Seriously, we had, before this morning talked to the whole extensive list of 2 people. One was the school secretary. One was the real estate guy, who, by the by, doesn't live in that town. We are the ones you heard about? Not that I imagine you heard much, but, I bet half the town already knows where we came from, how many kids we have, where we're living, and what we look like. You fucking HEARD about us?! Holy ass!

Give it a few months- you'll be hearing about that woman who writes on the internet, only shops for groceries on base, and doesn't make cookies for the weekly bake sale. So, um... yeah. I am, at this point, pretty scared shitless. I bet Aunt Bee is gonna bring us a casserole when we move in. How the hell am I going to DO this small town thing? How is the lady who likes the anonymity of city life going to cope with people being ALL up in my shit ALL the time- oh, and talking about it to other people to boot... and if I resist, I will be "that weird woman" on the block. How about when I hole myself in the house from November until April until that white shit stops falling on my head? Oh, or when we have a military guys type gathering in the house, and a buncha men show up with beer and stay late? Bet that'll make the front page of the Mayberry Rag.

It's not that the people I have met so far aren't nice. They are extremely nice. Very helpful and friendly- just as I kinda expected they would be.... but THEY HEARD ABOUT US?! A family of four moving in is "talk about it worthy"? Christ on crutches! Why??! My friend told me I should get a custom plate put on my car when I buy one. "LMTFA" Leave me the fuck alone. I think I am going to have to consider it.They won't know what it means, but I will, and that's enough.

Still going

Just for a heads up... still around. Still alive, and yes, still in transit.

The flight to the USA sucked, and right on schedule to piss me off, United dicked every way possible, including screwing up our seats, running late, making us miss a connecting flight and losing our bags... and those are just the highlights. More on that later.

We are currently staying with friends in Nebraska. It's nice. Quiet, relaxing, and family. Leaving here on the 14th will be the beginning of the last leg of crazy known as PCS.

today's big news: I called the school to find out about getting the kids registered for class there in ND- told the lady we were buying the house on Clark Street, she said "Oh, which one? There are two for sale over there." HOLY SHIT! Small town much? ZOMG! First purchase for new house? Privacy fence.