Thursday, June 24, 2010

Our Week in Pictures

We've been busy this week. I have taken a few photos to show what all has been happening.


Nick about to open his Father's Day gift.

Clearly, he likes his gift.

My car. We shipped it on Monday. It is, by far, the nicest vehicle I've ever had. It has leather seats and it has a USB port that I can plug my iPod into to play music. It has that sync system where the nice lady talks to me. She plays my music and calls my kids all at my voice command. I love her.

Here we are at the harbor dropping off the car. The Army ships one, we pay for the other.

Monday night I was cleaning out the pantry for dinner. I found these three partial packages of pasta. I had grilled chicken in the fridge along with salad and frozen rolls. I bought a jar of alfredo sauce and made dinner. No one even noticed it was three different bags of pasta. Why do I only cook half at a time? I don't know.

I took this about an hour ago as Nick finished the job of taking down the blinds (I couldn't get those little square boxes off the wall that holds the mini-blinds. He then took the air conditioner out. I'm sleeping with windows open the next two nights. I hope it's not terribly humid.
Notice how nice and tall he is. I, however, am not. I am 5'2". When I took the blinds down I stood on that small side table there. Yes...I did. Until it almost tilted and the lamp rocked. I thought I was going to hit the ground. I saved myself from the fall and figured he could do the rest. I'm a little jealous he needs nothing to stand on.
Tonight we're eating the last of the leftovers. I had one potato left and I'm baking it. The ham and potato soup is in the refrigerator to be heated if someone desires. Tomorrow I throw the rest out. There's really not much left.
Tomorrow night, the snack bar at the bowling alley here on post (where my daughter works) is having a going away party for her. The ladies she works with are all Thai. They are cooking. Need I say more? I'm going down there to enjoy her party and partake in some authentic Thai food. YUM!
This morning I made phone calls and came away from it in a very positive mood. I called the movers who informed me my stuff.. that left my house just a little more than two weeks ago, should hit San Diego harbor ....TOMORROW! It will then get on a truck and trek across the country to Rhode Island. It will beat me there! I'm so excited about this because it means when I get there, I can get my stuff moved right in and unpack. YES! Then I called the local cable company there and had my cable, internet and phone scheduled to be connected two days after our arrival. I have an address AND a phone number! I didn't have that when I left Texas to come to Hawaii. I arrived here four years ago and stayed in 5 different hotels over a 5 week period. It was hell and I don't ever want to do that again.

4 comments:

Peppermint Ph.D. said...

Don't think I'm dim but I really never thought about how you'd get a car from Hawaii to RI. Very interesting. During our last move state to state almost 10 years ago the 4 of us (youngest wasn't born yet) had to stay in one bedroom of my in-laws house for 2 months. Yes, 2 months. HELL is an understatement.

JG said...

That's so funny about the pasta bags. I do that, too. SoldierMan loves it, actually, when it's time to combine all the bags because I just make a chicken pasta casserole thing with some Prego. And he loves it. Ah, the simple things....

And yeah, that woman was a nutjob. Someone pointed out, like you did, that she looked to be about 5'3" and would be able to carry a wounded comrade off the battlefield. And she said, "Well I can drag them." Heh. It's like little dog-big dog syndrome.

Mindee@ourfrontdoor said...

Sounds like you've got the hang of this military wife gig.

Enjoy your last days in paradise!

Java said...

Yes moving away from Hawaii would be a hard thing to do and I think we are all guilty of taking beautiful things for granted...I wish you all the best in your move and I'm sure anywhere you go will be beautiful with you in it!

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