I had an interview yesterday. It went fine, pretty much your standard interview, I guess. I wasn't super nervous, which surprised me because I almost always am, but I think it's that I've now been a teacher for 6 years and feel like I can answer most questions and talk about most scenarios off the top of my head because I've experienced so many of them. Anyway, I felt like it went well, not super, but good. However, this morning, my school secretary called me into the office as I was passing by and told me the school had just called asking to speak to my principal.
Only...yesterday, I decided I didn't really want the job.
For one thing, it took me exactly 36 minutes to get to our new house from the interview. That's a longer drive than I have now, and like the situation we're in now, it's the opposite direction from Hubby Blue's work. It was either country roads (much more deserted ones than what I drive now) or the downtown section of another town...meaning bad traffic, two-lane driving, and potential horrors in winter. For another thing, it was a position in which I'd be the reading specialist for 4th and/or 5th grade students - not my favorite age. I love the little ones, and even though my current 5th graders have grown on me, they've never been my favorite part of the day.
But then there's my emotional reasons for not wanting this job. Or potentially ANY full-time job. Hubby Blue has been on his shift for almost 3 months now, and I'd say we're in a pretty solid routine...of never, ever seeing each other. We can literally go 4 days and not see each other awake once. We can go 5 days not talking more than 30 minutes a day. And then on one of Hubby Blue's days off, I'm at work all day. When I come home from work in the afternoons by myself, I pretty much waste a couple hours on facebook, pinterest, and blog-reading. I make dinner for both of us, eat it, clean it up, and put Hubby Blue's plate in the refrigerator. I watch TV. Sometimes, if I'm super motivated, I do laundry or go running or vacuum or something. Once in a while, I'll read. Pretty much, I hate every day! We came thisclose to adopting a husky over the weekend (that's a whole other story...HB found it in a park while he was working, took it to animal control, and then asked me if we could adopt it) because I am so incredibly lonely all.the.time. We didn't, but only because I did some research and found out that huskies are not your average dog. I just didn't think I could handle a dog that jumps over and digs under fences...you know, the fence we don't even have because WE'RE NOT PREPARED TO BE DOG OWNERS YET. Between all the time I've been putting in at the new house to get it ready to move into, I knew a dog was the last thing we needed right now, but I am so desperate for some company at night.
Anyway, excuse my tangent, because this post was supposed to be about my interview! The police schedule and the teacher schedule just don't mix in our house. We have zero time to talk about anything, be it housework, bills, how our money gets spent or not spent, what to make for dinner, what we did at work that day, anything. I'm sick of it. And while we're talking about housework, I do about 90% of it. Hubby Blue will sometimes help out if I leave a list, but I don't have time to make a list all the time, so pretty much I just do it myself. I'm tired of living this way where I work and do the majority of the housework too.
I understand my husband has a stressful job. If that means he can't or doesn't see the loads of laundry needing folding or the growing stack of mail to be sorted or the clutter all over the place or the dishes in the sink (sidebar: HB did, in fact, unload and load the dishwasher today), so be it. But I don't want to be dealing with all those things AND a full-time job. This is not what "pulling on the oars together" means to me.
People don't get it. Why should I give up my career for my husband's? Why can't we both work at what we're passionate about? Well, for one thing, I don't feel nearly as passionate about teaching as I used to. And for another, maybe I have to give up my career to have a happier life. You know that saying about how when you're dying, your job won't be there holding your hand but your family and friends will be? When Hubby Blue started this job, we said that if it came down to it, it would be better for me to not work than for us to lose our marriage. I still believe that.
Last night, Hubby Blue and I talked on the phone after he got off work, and he commented that the summer was going to be so nice because we could be on the same schedule. I could stay up for him to get home, sleep later, just be together more. And I replied that yes, our life does indeed seem to be much better when I'm on breaks from school. So if our life is good and we're happy when I'm not going to a teaching job, then why am I going to go be unhappy for the other nine months of the year?
I feel like if we had kids, this would be a no-brainer. I would be a stay-at-home mom, and my job would be raising our children and taking care of our house. But I feel harder to justify this change in careers since it's just us. I don't even know why I'm having such a hard time anyway, because it's not like I'd just do nothing. I'd just be working a little less...traditionally. Like I figured I'd substitute teach, and I'll be doing some work online, and maybe I'd tutor. Or get really good at sewing and sell stuff on etsy. I don't really know. But I feel like there are options!! That still doesn't make it less of a scary decision.
Any other police wives without kids out there who don't work? How did you make that choice? Are you happy with it?
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
It's Been Awhile...
I've been so bad at blogging, you guys. I apologize. Really, I do. I probably have to apologize to myself too, since the whole purpose of this blog was to document my life as a police wife...and I haven't really been doing that.
So, let me think about what's been going on lately.
So, let me think about what's been going on lately.
- Ummm, I celebrated Mother's Day weekend by pounding nails out of hardwood flooring with my lovely mother-in-law for six hours on a Saturday...and then ACTUALLY celebrated with her and my own mom and the rest of our families with brunch prepared by yours truly on Sunday. I am so lucky to have two such amazing mothers in my life. Don't know what I'd do without them.
- The weekend after that, I went to our new house on a Friday after school and was SO EMBARRASSED by the
grassweeds that make up our yard. Seriously, I wanted to apologize to the neighbors. Every other yard is meticulously manicured, and ours looks like a vacant parking lot. A couple of them had warned us the yard was full of weeds, but we definitely did not appreciate it until spring was in full swing. We probably need to buy stock in weed killer. - I spent some more time pounding nails out of flooring with my mom...and realized that that day we pulled up all the flooring was actually probably the EASY part of this job.
- I spent two full days at the house painting and priming, cleaning, pulling up carpet tacks, and patching drywall holes. Yep, I learned how to patch drywall holes! I am pretty proud of my work. I even used a POWER TOOL. Incredible, I know.
- My brother is getting married in September (I think I've mentioned this) so I've been working on some shower details for the happy couple. I love being creative like that.
- I gave my official resignation at work. :( That was a super sad day...but the more progress we make on the house, the more excited I am to move and the less sad I feel about work.
- Hubby Blue's schedule is driving us crazy. He's still working 2-10, so we pretty much never see each other. Well, that's not entirely true, because I guess I see him sleeping when I wake up in the morning, and I guess he sees me sleeping when he gets home. But we don't really talk. Like...ever. Unless it's a Sunday. Sometimes he's able to call me during his shift, but sometimes he's just really busy. At least that's what I assume? I've taken to texting him about stuff because I don't want to bother him while he's working or sleeping, but it really bugs me when my texts never get answered. Or emails. Or notes that I leave on the kitchen table. Nontraditional means of communication is apparently not something we're so good at. So I'm a pretty moody person by the time Friday rolls around.
- Packing is a common theme in my life these days. I'm packing up my house so we can move, my personal stuff at work because I'm quitting, and my whole classroom because the school is closing! Remember how I said I should invest in weed killer? I should probably include packing tape and boxes too.
So that's a brief recap! Probably when the school year is over I'll get to posting some pictures of the house progress and my little projects! What have you all been up to?
Monday, May 6, 2013
Craziest Idea Ever?
This past weekend, my mom and I did one of the craziest things we've ever done...all while Hubby Blue was busy saving someone's life.
This is mostly a story about home repair and one gigantic DIY project, but the fact that my hubby is a police officer plays into it slightly. Plus, I think this story gives you some idea of just how crazy I am, and it's partly just funny, so here goes!
I, with my mom's help, pulled up 750 square feet of hardwood flooring. No, that's not a typo.
My mom and I have done a lot of crazy things (like rolling a solid concrete 200-pound birdbath out of an estate sale and through the snow one year...walking 26.2 miles of a breast cancer walk without any preparation or training whatsoever...sifting through bin upon bin of candy just to pick out the pink pieces for the pink candy buffet I just had to have at our wedding...snorkeling in Mexico when one of us can't swim, ahem...crafting loads of fabric-covered Christmas ornaments and lining them up all over my house a few years ago...), but THIS, this is probably the craziest thing yet.
A couple of months ago, my mom made me aware of a little phenomenon known affectionately in our house now as a "demolition sale." This amazing event takes place in a house that is about to be demolished or totally remodeled. A company comes in, prices everything that's of value, and "budget-savvy people" (read: poor, cheap, or on-the-hunt-for-a-bargain!) like myself line up at the door, race inside at 9:00 am, and run around grabbing tags off things like chandeliers, light fixtures, towel bars, sinks, and hardwood flooring like it's a freaking shopping spree. You then take your tags to the man at the cash box, he adds up what you've bought, you pay (cash only), and then you get to work removing what you bought. I went to one in this big, beautiful old house a couple months ago and scored an amazing chandelier for $90 (I found almost the exact same one at Home Depot for close to $400), some bathroom accessories like towel bars and toilet paper holders, and some great light fixtures. It was great.
Well, at these demolition sales, they sell EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, out of the house, including the hardwood floors. I had heard of this before, that it's possible to remove hardwood flooring without damaging it and then install it again in another house. When I realized I could buy oak flooring for 40 cents a square foot (and that Home Depot sells it for around 4 DOLLARS a square foot), I was all over that. I googled it, watched some videos online, and this past Saturday, showed up at a demolition sale with my crow bar, my brother's truck and my mom!
I'll back up and explain that I asked Hubby Blue what he thought about this, and he said he was onboard...except that he works Saturdays. I was pretty sure I could handle this on my own (the video makes it look so easy after all!), so he gave me his blessing and I was off.
So my mom and I walk into this house that is crawling with construction-type workers, and we announce that we're here for the floor! The guy at the cash box asks where our tools are and how we're going to get it home and my mom explains, like a boss, that WE have a truck. We later wished we had acted like idiots and told him we were going to put it in the trunk of our car. Anyway, my dad stopped in to look it all over, reassure me it was a good buy, and get me started with some cuts along the edges. There were 3 bedrooms and a living room (like I said, 750 square feet), so we started in a bedroom because the living room was pretty occupied.
We got right to work and started pulling up pieces of flooring from the first bedroom and felt like it was going pretty fast! And not that difficult! Various people stopped in to watch or comment that "this is a really big job" and "wow, that's a lot of work," (really?) or ask how our knees were holding up, or gawk at whether we'd really be able to do this. Anyway, we finished the first room at about 10:30 and we thought we were doing pretty awesome! It's only 10:30! We moved onto the second bedroom and again, we did pretty good! I whacked myself in the head pretty good in that bedroom and still have the bump to show for it. My mom told me to slow down and take a break, but there was no stopping me! Had to keep moving! Had to keep pulling floor! We continued, finished that up and decided to try the hallway coming out of the first room.
This was the scene of injury #2! I was trying to get a piece out and put my finger under a board when suddenly I dropped it, trapping my finger underneath. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO LOSE MY FINGER. I thought clearly enough to get my finger out, but then...I THOUGHT MY NAIL WAS GOING TO FALL OFF. I had a nasty cut annnnnd no band-aids. I was bleeding pretty bad, so I decided I was going to need to go buy some neosporin and band-aids. I took a 15 minute break to find a grocery store, and by now it was lunchtime and I was pretty hungry...but there was no time to stop! (Do you sense my craziness yet?) I got back, and it was time to attack bedroom #3. We got in here and realized my dad had cut all along the one side of the room because of where he thought the floor had started (hardwood floor is laid down in one direction and the pieces all fit together tongue-and-groove style. You have to pull it up in the same direction.)...but it was the wrong side. So, here, we had to pull the trim off the wall first, hack away at the first few rows until we could get going, and THEN start removing good pieces. We got through about 2/3 of the room when I looked at the time, knowing we only had until 3:00 to get all this wood up and out. We stopped there and decided to start the living room.
We got out to the living room and again, realized that the cut side was the wrong side of the room. So again, we removed the trim and got the first few rows out before we could get going. This room was twice as big as any of the bedrooms, so it was a lot slower going, plus, there was this other bozo trying to take out some built-in cabinets in the corners who kept asking if he was in our way (yes) and could he borrow our crowbars (no). Just kidding about that - the borrowing part. :) Hubby Blue called me for the first time that day at this point, at which time I informed him that my mom was SUCH a rockstar that she was going to have a permanent bedroom in our house. He didn't really get it, but seriously. He kept asking me how it was going, and I just kept saying, Jessie Spano-style, "I have no time! There's not enough time! I have to go!!!"
Anyway, time is ticking by and we're moving faster and faster, and our pile of wood is growing bigger and bigger, and my mom and I looked at each other and said, "I don't think all this wood is going to fit in the truck." We started carrying some of it outside, and sure enough, it was never going to fit. We finished pulling up the floor in the living room, during which time, the man running this sale asked me where my husband was. I explained he was at work, but not what KIND of work, and he joked that it was REAL convenient that he was working! I just sort of laughed and kept going, thinking, if only you knew...
So we finished pulling up the flooring in the living room, got it all outside, and piled it rather haphazardly into the truck. We realized that it was piled SO high that it was in danger of spilling over the edges, but thankfully, my brother is the boy-scout type and is always prepared with straps he keeps in his truck. So we strapped those puppies down, using the rusty nails (good thing I got my tetanus shot last year) that were still in the boards to keep the straps in place. I know, I know...doesn't make much sense when you're using the straps to hold down the boards but also using the boards to hold the straps. I don't want to hear it.
It was now 3:15, and the sale-man had given us until 3:30 to finish. He wasn't going to be there on Sunday but said we could come back on Monday to get the rest. Keep in mind everything we pulled out in the bedrooms was still in the bedrooms. We were worried he wouldn't actually show up on Monday and that, um, there could be a wrecking ball crashing in on all my beautiful wood on Monday, so we carried two rooms-worth out onto the front lawn and left it there. We'd have to make a second trip. Who know 750 square feet of flooring would take up so much room?!?
So we've got all these long pieces of hardwood floor sticking out of the bed of the truck in every direction when we start out on the trek home. My parents' house was only about 20 minutes away, but when you're going 20 miles per hour, it takes a lot longer. The icing on the cake was when I had to jump out at a stoplight on a very busy intersection to push all the pieces back in and make sure nothing was about to fall out. Bizarre, I tell you. It's a good thing Hubby Blue wasn't there to tell me how unsafe this was.
So we're pretty exhausted at this point, dreading the fact that we still have to go back for the second load that is still on the front lawn, when I checked my text messages. Hubby Blue had just sent me this: "Just did CPR on a woman. She's still alive." Melt my heart, why don't you! I was justttttt about getting angry that I was killing myself pulling out this floor by myself, but Hubby Blue was saving someone's life! Hubby Blue is exactly the kind of cop I'd want to show up if I was having an emergency - he's just that good.
Anyway, we got back to my parents' house, unloaded the wood into a monstrous pile in their garage, took about a 15 minute break, and headed back to the demolition sale. By this point, the whole house had cleared out, so we backed the truck way up to the pile in the yard and proceeded to load up the rest. A few minutes into the job, two kids, maybe ages 4 and 6, come up to the house next door and look at us curiously. Yes, kids, the circus has indeed come to town. Then, they decided to SIT DOWN on some patio bricks and WATCH US. Oh my gooodness, it was hilarious/embarrassing. Their mother showed up a little later and hurried them into the house and shut the garage door, as if to say, "Come along, kids, those are what we call 'poor people.' We go to the store to buy OUR flooring. Don't hang around the gypsies, and close the door so they don't steal any of our stuff. And go give that old lady a quarter and maybe this can of soup." It didn't help that, simply by chance, my mom and I had both worn jeans and orange t-shirts...kind of like we had a uniform. We were like a crew...dressed conveniently in jail-bird orange.
Our second load was packed much more carefully and securely because we were actually going to head out to MY new house with it. We made it all the way out there without incident, unloaded it into the garage (thank goodness it was almost dark...I didn't want to deal with questions from new neighbors about what the HECK we were doing), and called it a day. And here I had planned on being able to paint and wash walls that afternoon. Think I over-planned my day a little?
It was 8:00 by the time all was said and done, 9:00 by the time we got done eating dinner (the first real meal I'd had since 7:00 that morning)...we'd worked for a full 12 hours. My mom is seriously one-in-a-million. Don't know WHAT I'd do without her and can't think of anyone else who would have helped me out like that. I owe her BIG TIME!
But back to the back-breaking work this all was...what for?!? I'll admit, I read more than one facebook status that day about drinking mint juleps and watching the Kentucky Derby and wondered if I was living my life right! My mom and I really killed ourselves working that day (and I think there's a lot more hard work where that came from), but I think I'll be happy with the end result. I was able to get all that hardwood floor for a mere $260. To buy that much flooring brand new would have been in the $3000 range, so I felt it was a good buy! I feel a certain amount of pride in doing things like this, being smart with our money, and accomplishing such a huge task. Plus, salvaging it means that it won't just be thrown away with the rest of the demolished house. I wasn't so sure the next day when I had to start pounding the rusty nails out of it...but I'll have to get back to you on that part.
So, crazy? Yes. Craziest idea ever? We'll see...there's still a lot of work to be done at our new house! You never know what kind of trouble my mom and I will find next... BUT, all I can think now...is that we better have one BEAUTIFUL floor for this. :)
This is mostly a story about home repair and one gigantic DIY project, but the fact that my hubby is a police officer plays into it slightly. Plus, I think this story gives you some idea of just how crazy I am, and it's partly just funny, so here goes!
I, with my mom's help, pulled up 750 square feet of hardwood flooring. No, that's not a typo.
My mom and I have done a lot of crazy things (like rolling a solid concrete 200-pound birdbath out of an estate sale and through the snow one year...walking 26.2 miles of a breast cancer walk without any preparation or training whatsoever...sifting through bin upon bin of candy just to pick out the pink pieces for the pink candy buffet I just had to have at our wedding...snorkeling in Mexico when one of us can't swim, ahem...crafting loads of fabric-covered Christmas ornaments and lining them up all over my house a few years ago...), but THIS, this is probably the craziest thing yet.
A couple of months ago, my mom made me aware of a little phenomenon known affectionately in our house now as a "demolition sale." This amazing event takes place in a house that is about to be demolished or totally remodeled. A company comes in, prices everything that's of value, and "budget-savvy people" (read: poor, cheap, or on-the-hunt-for-a-bargain!) like myself line up at the door, race inside at 9:00 am, and run around grabbing tags off things like chandeliers, light fixtures, towel bars, sinks, and hardwood flooring like it's a freaking shopping spree. You then take your tags to the man at the cash box, he adds up what you've bought, you pay (cash only), and then you get to work removing what you bought. I went to one in this big, beautiful old house a couple months ago and scored an amazing chandelier for $90 (I found almost the exact same one at Home Depot for close to $400), some bathroom accessories like towel bars and toilet paper holders, and some great light fixtures. It was great.
Well, at these demolition sales, they sell EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, out of the house, including the hardwood floors. I had heard of this before, that it's possible to remove hardwood flooring without damaging it and then install it again in another house. When I realized I could buy oak flooring for 40 cents a square foot (and that Home Depot sells it for around 4 DOLLARS a square foot), I was all over that. I googled it, watched some videos online, and this past Saturday, showed up at a demolition sale with my crow bar, my brother's truck and my mom!
I'll back up and explain that I asked Hubby Blue what he thought about this, and he said he was onboard...except that he works Saturdays. I was pretty sure I could handle this on my own (the video makes it look so easy after all!), so he gave me his blessing and I was off.
So my mom and I walk into this house that is crawling with construction-type workers, and we announce that we're here for the floor! The guy at the cash box asks where our tools are and how we're going to get it home and my mom explains, like a boss, that WE have a truck. We later wished we had acted like idiots and told him we were going to put it in the trunk of our car. Anyway, my dad stopped in to look it all over, reassure me it was a good buy, and get me started with some cuts along the edges. There were 3 bedrooms and a living room (like I said, 750 square feet), so we started in a bedroom because the living room was pretty occupied.
We got right to work and started pulling up pieces of flooring from the first bedroom and felt like it was going pretty fast! And not that difficult! Various people stopped in to watch or comment that "this is a really big job" and "wow, that's a lot of work," (really?) or ask how our knees were holding up, or gawk at whether we'd really be able to do this. Anyway, we finished the first room at about 10:30 and we thought we were doing pretty awesome! It's only 10:30! We moved onto the second bedroom and again, we did pretty good! I whacked myself in the head pretty good in that bedroom and still have the bump to show for it. My mom told me to slow down and take a break, but there was no stopping me! Had to keep moving! Had to keep pulling floor! We continued, finished that up and decided to try the hallway coming out of the first room.
This was the scene of injury #2! I was trying to get a piece out and put my finger under a board when suddenly I dropped it, trapping my finger underneath. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO LOSE MY FINGER. I thought clearly enough to get my finger out, but then...I THOUGHT MY NAIL WAS GOING TO FALL OFF. I had a nasty cut annnnnd no band-aids. I was bleeding pretty bad, so I decided I was going to need to go buy some neosporin and band-aids. I took a 15 minute break to find a grocery store, and by now it was lunchtime and I was pretty hungry...but there was no time to stop! (Do you sense my craziness yet?) I got back, and it was time to attack bedroom #3. We got in here and realized my dad had cut all along the one side of the room because of where he thought the floor had started (hardwood floor is laid down in one direction and the pieces all fit together tongue-and-groove style. You have to pull it up in the same direction.)...but it was the wrong side. So, here, we had to pull the trim off the wall first, hack away at the first few rows until we could get going, and THEN start removing good pieces. We got through about 2/3 of the room when I looked at the time, knowing we only had until 3:00 to get all this wood up and out. We stopped there and decided to start the living room.
We got out to the living room and again, realized that the cut side was the wrong side of the room. So again, we removed the trim and got the first few rows out before we could get going. This room was twice as big as any of the bedrooms, so it was a lot slower going, plus, there was this other bozo trying to take out some built-in cabinets in the corners who kept asking if he was in our way (yes) and could he borrow our crowbars (no). Just kidding about that - the borrowing part. :) Hubby Blue called me for the first time that day at this point, at which time I informed him that my mom was SUCH a rockstar that she was going to have a permanent bedroom in our house. He didn't really get it, but seriously. He kept asking me how it was going, and I just kept saying, Jessie Spano-style, "I have no time! There's not enough time! I have to go!!!"
Anyway, time is ticking by and we're moving faster and faster, and our pile of wood is growing bigger and bigger, and my mom and I looked at each other and said, "I don't think all this wood is going to fit in the truck." We started carrying some of it outside, and sure enough, it was never going to fit. We finished pulling up the floor in the living room, during which time, the man running this sale asked me where my husband was. I explained he was at work, but not what KIND of work, and he joked that it was REAL convenient that he was working! I just sort of laughed and kept going, thinking, if only you knew...
So we finished pulling up the flooring in the living room, got it all outside, and piled it rather haphazardly into the truck. We realized that it was piled SO high that it was in danger of spilling over the edges, but thankfully, my brother is the boy-scout type and is always prepared with straps he keeps in his truck. So we strapped those puppies down, using the rusty nails (good thing I got my tetanus shot last year) that were still in the boards to keep the straps in place. I know, I know...doesn't make much sense when you're using the straps to hold down the boards but also using the boards to hold the straps. I don't want to hear it.
It was now 3:15, and the sale-man had given us until 3:30 to finish. He wasn't going to be there on Sunday but said we could come back on Monday to get the rest. Keep in mind everything we pulled out in the bedrooms was still in the bedrooms. We were worried he wouldn't actually show up on Monday and that, um, there could be a wrecking ball crashing in on all my beautiful wood on Monday, so we carried two rooms-worth out onto the front lawn and left it there. We'd have to make a second trip. Who know 750 square feet of flooring would take up so much room?!?
So we've got all these long pieces of hardwood floor sticking out of the bed of the truck in every direction when we start out on the trek home. My parents' house was only about 20 minutes away, but when you're going 20 miles per hour, it takes a lot longer. The icing on the cake was when I had to jump out at a stoplight on a very busy intersection to push all the pieces back in and make sure nothing was about to fall out. Bizarre, I tell you. It's a good thing Hubby Blue wasn't there to tell me how unsafe this was.
So we're pretty exhausted at this point, dreading the fact that we still have to go back for the second load that is still on the front lawn, when I checked my text messages. Hubby Blue had just sent me this: "Just did CPR on a woman. She's still alive." Melt my heart, why don't you! I was justttttt about getting angry that I was killing myself pulling out this floor by myself, but Hubby Blue was saving someone's life! Hubby Blue is exactly the kind of cop I'd want to show up if I was having an emergency - he's just that good.
Anyway, we got back to my parents' house, unloaded the wood into a monstrous pile in their garage, took about a 15 minute break, and headed back to the demolition sale. By this point, the whole house had cleared out, so we backed the truck way up to the pile in the yard and proceeded to load up the rest. A few minutes into the job, two kids, maybe ages 4 and 6, come up to the house next door and look at us curiously. Yes, kids, the circus has indeed come to town. Then, they decided to SIT DOWN on some patio bricks and WATCH US. Oh my gooodness, it was hilarious/embarrassing. Their mother showed up a little later and hurried them into the house and shut the garage door, as if to say, "Come along, kids, those are what we call 'poor people.' We go to the store to buy OUR flooring. Don't hang around the gypsies, and close the door so they don't steal any of our stuff. And go give that old lady a quarter and maybe this can of soup." It didn't help that, simply by chance, my mom and I had both worn jeans and orange t-shirts...kind of like we had a uniform. We were like a crew...dressed conveniently in jail-bird orange.
Our second load was packed much more carefully and securely because we were actually going to head out to MY new house with it. We made it all the way out there without incident, unloaded it into the garage (thank goodness it was almost dark...I didn't want to deal with questions from new neighbors about what the HECK we were doing), and called it a day. And here I had planned on being able to paint and wash walls that afternoon. Think I over-planned my day a little?
It was 8:00 by the time all was said and done, 9:00 by the time we got done eating dinner (the first real meal I'd had since 7:00 that morning)...we'd worked for a full 12 hours. My mom is seriously one-in-a-million. Don't know WHAT I'd do without her and can't think of anyone else who would have helped me out like that. I owe her BIG TIME!
But back to the back-breaking work this all was...what for?!? I'll admit, I read more than one facebook status that day about drinking mint juleps and watching the Kentucky Derby and wondered if I was living my life right! My mom and I really killed ourselves working that day (and I think there's a lot more hard work where that came from), but I think I'll be happy with the end result. I was able to get all that hardwood floor for a mere $260. To buy that much flooring brand new would have been in the $3000 range, so I felt it was a good buy! I feel a certain amount of pride in doing things like this, being smart with our money, and accomplishing such a huge task. Plus, salvaging it means that it won't just be thrown away with the rest of the demolished house. I wasn't so sure the next day when I had to start pounding the rusty nails out of it...but I'll have to get back to you on that part.
So, crazy? Yes. Craziest idea ever? We'll see...there's still a lot of work to be done at our new house! You never know what kind of trouble my mom and I will find next... BUT, all I can think now...is that we better have one BEAUTIFUL floor for this. :)
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Nutshell
Hello there, lovelies! It's been a whirlwind few weeks around here. There have been so many things I've wanted to blog about lately but just not enough hours in the day to get it all done! So I'll start here:
I told my principal I was resigning. And it. Was. Awful.
Ever since we started talking about moving, and especially since we started looking at houses, I knew the conversation would be horrible. And it definitely was! It's hard to explain because I'm pretty sure most people don't work in the kind of place I work in. My co-workers are more like a family than just co-workers. I've never worked with a bunch of women who get along better than these women do, and I've worked in a lot of schools. So, first of all, people outside don't really understand quite how hard it is to leave. I told my principal that I had to leave because of my husband's job, that we had to move closer, and that I was doing it for him. She told me to do it for myself, too. Which of course, I am, but it's more like, I'm doing it for myself by way of him. It will be wonderful to be closer to my family again (only 40 minutes away!), but my teacher friends here have become some of the best friends I could ask for. I feel like everyone I was friends with before getting married and moving out here is so...busy. I call and email and try to keep in touch, and it takes weeks before I hear back, if ever. It's like I moved away and everyone moved on and forgot about me! Which happens, I get it, but I just thought I would be coming back and feel like nothing had changed. That's unrealistic, I know, but it took me time to make such good friends here, and as soon as I have them, I'm leaving again.
Anyway, that was a tangent, so where was I? Not only do people outside my school life not understand why it was so hard to leave, but people IN my school life, my co-workers and friends, don't understand why I need to leave. I told one of my best school friends that we were officially moving, and we had this tearful, heartfelt conversation about why we're making this move, how hard the last year has been, how we just need to make a change because we were not doing well with the schedule we keep where Hubby Blue and I are like two ships passing in the night...and she asked if there was any chance that he could change careers. WHAT? When I tried to explain how much he loves this and that this is really his calling, blah blah blah, she asked if our life would always be like this, in terms of schedules. Like would he have to miss our future kids' baseball games and school events? And of course, I said, yeah, probably. She just couldn't understand why I'd put up with that.
And then there have been the other people who I've tried to explain why we're moving. My husband works in ******** and we live in ******** and the commute is just too far because he's making the drive in the middle of the night half the time. And then there's the nights he has to work late and be in court at 10:00 am the next day. And we never see each other. And there's this, and that, and this... I never feel like it's an acceptable explanation, but it bothers me that I can't make people understand.
Our school district made a last minute decision to close the school I work in next year anyway, though. YIKES! It totally came out of nowhere, and it's been devastating. It's made my leaving a little easier, as I'm leaving a school that won't even exist next year. When I think about it that way, it would have been crazy for me to insist to Hubby Blue that we stay here when I wouldn't even know what or where I'd be teaching.
Speaking of teaching, I feel so conflicted every day about what to do next year. I'm applying for teaching jobs that are within a 30-minute drive of our new house, but I'm so unsure if that's the right decision. I mean, Hubby Blue is always complaining about how we don't have a normal life anymore and that he just wants to see each other like we used to. And no matter which shift he's on, we're not going to have a "normal life," or anything resembling our old "normal" if I have to be at work at 8:00 am. There's part of me that really mourns the idea of leaving teaching because it's been so much a part of how I identify myself. But there's another part of me that fears that my life and our marriage will continue to degrade if I put us through another year of this. Life's too short to be unhappy, and I fear that our opposite schedules is what makes us unhappy. I already feel like we've lost a year of happiness and contentment this year...I don't want to do it again.
Anyway, the new house is keeping us busier than EVER! We did in fact get pretty much everything ripped out the first weekend. My parents, my brother, and my future sister-in-law all came to help us that first day, and we got a ton accomplished...no more disgusting carpeting, no more filthy kitchen cabinets, no more doors, no more trim (on the first floor anyway), no more kitchen/foyer flooring, no more light fixtures! It was amazing how just taking all that stuff out actually made the house feel cleaner. We also met a bunch of neighbors, who were so excited that someone is finally going to be living there again. The second weekend, we went to look at new kitchen cabinets...and let me tell you how excited I am! I can't WAIT to get them in! We are going to have so much cabinet and counter space, I can hardly stand it. Coming out of the teeny tiny kitchen we have right now, I'm not sure I'll know what to do with all the extra room! The other day, I scrubbed the dining room walls...for about 6 hours. And we're not talking about a huge room, either. I don't know what these previous owners ate or did in this house, but these walls were GROSS. I think it was grease, but who knows. All I know is it involved massive amounts of TSP and several brillo pads. I'll have to tell you all about it another day...
I've been so excited about the house stuff that I've actually brought some little projects home with me so I can work on them during the week! I took all the shiny gold doorknobs off the doors we ripped out and spray painted them! I'm not sure how they'll hold up, but they're a beautiful oil-rubbed bronze color now, and I'm loving them. I'll have to tell you about that later too. I'm currently scrubbing the old light switch and outlet covers because, guess what, they were disgusting too.
Yesterday was the first day of May, and I've decided to really concentrate on being healthier this month. (I may or may not have consumed an entire row of Oreos on the day of my wall-washing fiasco. And more than one donut on the day they made our school-closing official. And several bottles of wine leading up to my resignation-conversation.) So, yesterday, I decided to start this 100-push-up plan (I could do 8 good ones, so I'm in "level 2"...that made me feel a little better about myself, ha), start consistently running again (I started out with a route in mind, but then I started wondering how far I could go before I couldn't go anymore...I figured I could do an hour. Well, I ran for 38 minutes before I felt like I really couldn't go anymore), and work on abs again (I did 51 crunches in a minute). My goal is to just really focus on one week at a time for the month of May. I hope this makes me a little more accountable. :)
So I guess that's my police wife life in a nutshell! I know this was super long. I hope to have some house updates and pictures next week. 'Til then!
I told my principal I was resigning. And it. Was. Awful.
Ever since we started talking about moving, and especially since we started looking at houses, I knew the conversation would be horrible. And it definitely was! It's hard to explain because I'm pretty sure most people don't work in the kind of place I work in. My co-workers are more like a family than just co-workers. I've never worked with a bunch of women who get along better than these women do, and I've worked in a lot of schools. So, first of all, people outside don't really understand quite how hard it is to leave. I told my principal that I had to leave because of my husband's job, that we had to move closer, and that I was doing it for him. She told me to do it for myself, too. Which of course, I am, but it's more like, I'm doing it for myself by way of him. It will be wonderful to be closer to my family again (only 40 minutes away!), but my teacher friends here have become some of the best friends I could ask for. I feel like everyone I was friends with before getting married and moving out here is so...busy. I call and email and try to keep in touch, and it takes weeks before I hear back, if ever. It's like I moved away and everyone moved on and forgot about me! Which happens, I get it, but I just thought I would be coming back and feel like nothing had changed. That's unrealistic, I know, but it took me time to make such good friends here, and as soon as I have them, I'm leaving again.
Anyway, that was a tangent, so where was I? Not only do people outside my school life not understand why it was so hard to leave, but people IN my school life, my co-workers and friends, don't understand why I need to leave. I told one of my best school friends that we were officially moving, and we had this tearful, heartfelt conversation about why we're making this move, how hard the last year has been, how we just need to make a change because we were not doing well with the schedule we keep where Hubby Blue and I are like two ships passing in the night...and she asked if there was any chance that he could change careers. WHAT? When I tried to explain how much he loves this and that this is really his calling, blah blah blah, she asked if our life would always be like this, in terms of schedules. Like would he have to miss our future kids' baseball games and school events? And of course, I said, yeah, probably. She just couldn't understand why I'd put up with that.
And then there have been the other people who I've tried to explain why we're moving. My husband works in ******** and we live in ******** and the commute is just too far because he's making the drive in the middle of the night half the time. And then there's the nights he has to work late and be in court at 10:00 am the next day. And we never see each other. And there's this, and that, and this... I never feel like it's an acceptable explanation, but it bothers me that I can't make people understand.
Our school district made a last minute decision to close the school I work in next year anyway, though. YIKES! It totally came out of nowhere, and it's been devastating. It's made my leaving a little easier, as I'm leaving a school that won't even exist next year. When I think about it that way, it would have been crazy for me to insist to Hubby Blue that we stay here when I wouldn't even know what or where I'd be teaching.
Speaking of teaching, I feel so conflicted every day about what to do next year. I'm applying for teaching jobs that are within a 30-minute drive of our new house, but I'm so unsure if that's the right decision. I mean, Hubby Blue is always complaining about how we don't have a normal life anymore and that he just wants to see each other like we used to. And no matter which shift he's on, we're not going to have a "normal life," or anything resembling our old "normal" if I have to be at work at 8:00 am. There's part of me that really mourns the idea of leaving teaching because it's been so much a part of how I identify myself. But there's another part of me that fears that my life and our marriage will continue to degrade if I put us through another year of this. Life's too short to be unhappy, and I fear that our opposite schedules is what makes us unhappy. I already feel like we've lost a year of happiness and contentment this year...I don't want to do it again.
Anyway, the new house is keeping us busier than EVER! We did in fact get pretty much everything ripped out the first weekend. My parents, my brother, and my future sister-in-law all came to help us that first day, and we got a ton accomplished...no more disgusting carpeting, no more filthy kitchen cabinets, no more doors, no more trim (on the first floor anyway), no more kitchen/foyer flooring, no more light fixtures! It was amazing how just taking all that stuff out actually made the house feel cleaner. We also met a bunch of neighbors, who were so excited that someone is finally going to be living there again. The second weekend, we went to look at new kitchen cabinets...and let me tell you how excited I am! I can't WAIT to get them in! We are going to have so much cabinet and counter space, I can hardly stand it. Coming out of the teeny tiny kitchen we have right now, I'm not sure I'll know what to do with all the extra room! The other day, I scrubbed the dining room walls...for about 6 hours. And we're not talking about a huge room, either. I don't know what these previous owners ate or did in this house, but these walls were GROSS. I think it was grease, but who knows. All I know is it involved massive amounts of TSP and several brillo pads. I'll have to tell you all about it another day...
I've been so excited about the house stuff that I've actually brought some little projects home with me so I can work on them during the week! I took all the shiny gold doorknobs off the doors we ripped out and spray painted them! I'm not sure how they'll hold up, but they're a beautiful oil-rubbed bronze color now, and I'm loving them. I'll have to tell you about that later too. I'm currently scrubbing the old light switch and outlet covers because, guess what, they were disgusting too.
Yesterday was the first day of May, and I've decided to really concentrate on being healthier this month. (I may or may not have consumed an entire row of Oreos on the day of my wall-washing fiasco. And more than one donut on the day they made our school-closing official. And several bottles of wine leading up to my resignation-conversation.) So, yesterday, I decided to start this 100-push-up plan (I could do 8 good ones, so I'm in "level 2"...that made me feel a little better about myself, ha), start consistently running again (I started out with a route in mind, but then I started wondering how far I could go before I couldn't go anymore...I figured I could do an hour. Well, I ran for 38 minutes before I felt like I really couldn't go anymore), and work on abs again (I did 51 crunches in a minute). My goal is to just really focus on one week at a time for the month of May. I hope this makes me a little more accountable. :)
So I guess that's my police wife life in a nutshell! I know this was super long. I hope to have some house updates and pictures next week. 'Til then!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
We're Homeowners!
Well...we did it! Hubby Blue and I officially became homeowners yesterday. :)
Even though it felt a little surreal after the closing was over and we were standing in our new house together, this has also been a long time coming. More than three years ago, before we were even married, I had really, really wanted to buy a house. I thought that's just what you were supposed to do. But our lives were in such a state of flux that it really wasn't the wisest idea at the time. So we waited. And rented. And rented again. And rented for a third year. It was really hard watching all my friends buy houses just before they'd get married, knowing that financially we could be buying a house too, but we just weren't settled enough in careers and whatnot. It was also just frustrating knowing that we had to move all the time. Having to update our address over and over. Never feeling like you could get really comfortable somewhere because it wasn't going to be forever.
But now...it is! Or at least, it could be. We could live in this house forever if we had to or wanted to, which is a pretty nice feeling. And it's also a good feeling knowing that buying this house was a goal we worked towards together and accomplished together. We've built this life together. I like that.
So shall I tell you about the house???
Where to begin...? Well, if you can picture the filthiest, dirtiest house you've ever seen, and then picture what would be worse...you might be able to get an idea of what we bought! Yay! Haha. But seriously, it is filthy (I'll tell you what we were thinking in a second). The scary part is, the first time we looked at it, Hubby Blue said he's actually seen worse when he's been on calls. I just can't imagine anyone living that way. Yuck. Anyway, it's your typical two-story house, living room, dining room, kitchen, family room, laundry, two-car garage, three bedrooms upstairs, a first floor bathroom and two upstairs, and this great big beautiful loft that overlooks the family room. We could actually turn that into a fourth bedroom someday, but I think we're going to leave it as it is right now. But let's get back to the filth and disrepair, shall we? There are several holes in the drywall in places...sometimes it looks just like someone kicked a hole in the wall. The railings on the stairs are caked in black grime. The kitchen cabinets and the stair risers look like someone took a water gun full of chocolate syrup and just went to town. I'm pretty sure there is macaroni and cheese still left on the kitchen ceiling. Half the kitchen floor has been ripped up. One of the drawer fronts on the kitchen cabinets is missing. There is creepy stuff written all over the walls of one of the bedrooms - when the termite inspector walked through the house he advised us to "get some clergy up in here" and promptly got himself outside! We're missing window screens. The basement is partially finished, but you wouldn't want to leave it the way it is anyway. There are three rooms walled off that all lead into each other one after the next, and they look like the walls in A Beautiful Mind. LOTS of weird writing there. Ironically, the laundry room is probably the cleanest room in the house - probably because they never used it?
So, if you can picture this filthy, dirty house, hopefully you're assuming we got an amazing deal on it, because we did! It was obviously a foreclosure, and we paid waaaaaaaaay under what the rest of the neighborhood is going for. But, we chose to do it this way instead of buying something that was already livable because we wanted to be able to comfortably afford it (and be able to sell it if we had to) AND make things just the way we wanted them. We're both willing to put our blood, sweat and tears into it (I'm hoping there will be more tears than blood...), and Hubby Blue and both our dads are pretty handy. Plus I figure I'm pretty smart too. I bet I can google how to fix drywall holes, right? :) One of the sweetest parts was when Hubby Blue told me he never thought we'd be able to live in this town "because cops just can't afford to live there." Stick with me, honey, I'll find us a bargain we can't pass up. :)
We have a lot of work ahead of us, but we're both excited. For now. Check back with me in a few weeks. Ha. Just kidding - sort of! The plan for this weekend is to rip everything out - carpet, the rest of the kitchen floor, old doors, trim, kitchen cabinets, maybe some of that creepy drywall in the basement...we'll see what we have time for and how much we can fit in the dumpster I ordered! I know I'll be grateful for all that overtime Hubby Blue has been working when he's able to take a couple Saturdays off here and there. So thank you for your kind messages on my last blog post! I'll check back in in a couple of days, and maybe even have a picture or two. Wish us luck!
Even though it felt a little surreal after the closing was over and we were standing in our new house together, this has also been a long time coming. More than three years ago, before we were even married, I had really, really wanted to buy a house. I thought that's just what you were supposed to do. But our lives were in such a state of flux that it really wasn't the wisest idea at the time. So we waited. And rented. And rented again. And rented for a third year. It was really hard watching all my friends buy houses just before they'd get married, knowing that financially we could be buying a house too, but we just weren't settled enough in careers and whatnot. It was also just frustrating knowing that we had to move all the time. Having to update our address over and over. Never feeling like you could get really comfortable somewhere because it wasn't going to be forever.
But now...it is! Or at least, it could be. We could live in this house forever if we had to or wanted to, which is a pretty nice feeling. And it's also a good feeling knowing that buying this house was a goal we worked towards together and accomplished together. We've built this life together. I like that.
So shall I tell you about the house???
Where to begin...? Well, if you can picture the filthiest, dirtiest house you've ever seen, and then picture what would be worse...you might be able to get an idea of what we bought! Yay! Haha. But seriously, it is filthy (I'll tell you what we were thinking in a second). The scary part is, the first time we looked at it, Hubby Blue said he's actually seen worse when he's been on calls. I just can't imagine anyone living that way. Yuck. Anyway, it's your typical two-story house, living room, dining room, kitchen, family room, laundry, two-car garage, three bedrooms upstairs, a first floor bathroom and two upstairs, and this great big beautiful loft that overlooks the family room. We could actually turn that into a fourth bedroom someday, but I think we're going to leave it as it is right now. But let's get back to the filth and disrepair, shall we? There are several holes in the drywall in places...sometimes it looks just like someone kicked a hole in the wall. The railings on the stairs are caked in black grime. The kitchen cabinets and the stair risers look like someone took a water gun full of chocolate syrup and just went to town. I'm pretty sure there is macaroni and cheese still left on the kitchen ceiling. Half the kitchen floor has been ripped up. One of the drawer fronts on the kitchen cabinets is missing. There is creepy stuff written all over the walls of one of the bedrooms - when the termite inspector walked through the house he advised us to "get some clergy up in here" and promptly got himself outside! We're missing window screens. The basement is partially finished, but you wouldn't want to leave it the way it is anyway. There are three rooms walled off that all lead into each other one after the next, and they look like the walls in A Beautiful Mind. LOTS of weird writing there. Ironically, the laundry room is probably the cleanest room in the house - probably because they never used it?
So, if you can picture this filthy, dirty house, hopefully you're assuming we got an amazing deal on it, because we did! It was obviously a foreclosure, and we paid waaaaaaaaay under what the rest of the neighborhood is going for. But, we chose to do it this way instead of buying something that was already livable because we wanted to be able to comfortably afford it (and be able to sell it if we had to) AND make things just the way we wanted them. We're both willing to put our blood, sweat and tears into it (I'm hoping there will be more tears than blood...), and Hubby Blue and both our dads are pretty handy. Plus I figure I'm pretty smart too. I bet I can google how to fix drywall holes, right? :) One of the sweetest parts was when Hubby Blue told me he never thought we'd be able to live in this town "because cops just can't afford to live there." Stick with me, honey, I'll find us a bargain we can't pass up. :)
We have a lot of work ahead of us, but we're both excited. For now. Check back with me in a few weeks. Ha. Just kidding - sort of! The plan for this weekend is to rip everything out - carpet, the rest of the kitchen floor, old doors, trim, kitchen cabinets, maybe some of that creepy drywall in the basement...we'll see what we have time for and how much we can fit in the dumpster I ordered! I know I'll be grateful for all that overtime Hubby Blue has been working when he's able to take a couple Saturdays off here and there. So thank you for your kind messages on my last blog post! I'll check back in in a couple of days, and maybe even have a picture or two. Wish us luck!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Some BIG News!
I should start this post by first explaining that I am NOT, under any circumstances whatsoever, a country girl. No sir! I am definitely a city girl, and the last three years of country living have been more than enough for me. When Hubby Blue and I got married, we moved into this little rental house in this country town no one had ever heard of...because it was semi-halfway between Hubby Blue's university and my new job. (I applied for and accepted said job because it was within a 90-mile radius of Hubby Blue's school, and I was pretty desperate for a job. That's another story for another day.)
Anyway, moving out to the country was a novelty for a while, and I felt like I could legitimately appreciate country music, pancake breakfasts and steak fry dinners, and tractor pulls. After awhile, though, I realized it took at least 30 minutes to get ANYWHERE. Grocery shopping was at least a half-day event. Want to go out for dinner or grab a drink? You can go to the town bar...or the town bar. Want to go to church on Sunday? I hope you're either Methodist or Lutheran. Need to talk to the police because people are driving through your front yard every other Friday? Better wait until 9:00...the police are only on duty at night. It got old...and fast. But we stuck it out two years, and finally Hubby Blue graduated and got his police job, so we moved 30 minutes closer to my job, into a fairly sizable town, thinking we were moving to the promised land!
Long story short...this is not the promised land. It's still pretty "country," and we're actually farther from most of our friends and my side of the family. Hubby Blue is farther from work, and we live in a tinier house than when we first got married, so most of the time it feels like our stuff is caving in on us! And, oh, did I mention the snakes? We live two blocks from a river, so people acted like I was the crazy one for being, um, SHOCKED when I found a dead snake in our house.
So, I was driving home from work today on the same old country roads as usual* when a little (I assume it was little) rock hit my windshield with a SMACK. It startled me, for sure, but it didn't appear to have done any damage, so I continued on my merry way. I went to the gym directly from work, took a class, and came out an hour later TO A HUGE CRACK IN MY WINDSHIELD. "Huge" might be an exaggeration, but it's definitely about as long as my hand. Talk about something I DON'T need right now. The aggravating part about this is that the saaaaame exact thing happened to Hubby Blue's windshield last summer. He was picking up our moving truck (so we could move from the country to the pseudo-country...meaning "bigger town but still surrounded by lots and lots of country") when something came flying at his windshield and shattered it. UGH. Does this happen in the country all the time? BECAUSE I'M SICK OF IT!
Soooooooo...here comes the big news............
WE'RE MOVING!!!
This has been the hardest thing to not blog about, but I didn't want to say anything until it was more of a sure thing. It's something Hubby Blue and I have been talking about for months because of how hard his schedule is, how far we live from his department, how we have so few friends here, how we spend so much on gas, how we are really not digging the small-town lifestyle anymore, and how I haven't been super happy in my job for a while now. It also was not in our plan to be buying a house at this point, but after a lotttttttt of thought and talking and praying, we decided to take the plunge. We've been renters for almost three years now, and we're both eager to put down some roots. I know it's risky to buy a house before Hubby Blue's probation is over, but it's also risky to buy a house before you're a tenured teacher, and I know people who do that all the time. Whether you're a teacher or a banker or a businessperson or a lawyer...I guess it's always a risk, but I hope this one pays off. So, come this summer, we'll be moving to a town that is about 15 minutes from Hubby Blue's department. And there are plenty of stores and restaurants and interstates nearby. It's still a teensy bit country (because Hubby Blue is definitely NOT a city person) but hopefully it will feel like a much better fit than where we are now.
Anyway, we are closing next week - yikes!!! It's been one of the most stressful processes we've gone through, and I'll blog more about it in time. And I'll blog more about the house itself because there is lots to tell about that too! But for now, I'm just hoping we can make it through two more months with our windshields intact. :)
*I guess technically it's not a country road. It's a state highway, but any two-lane highway is a country road in my book. Country livin' was fun for a while, but this city girl misses her interstates something fierce.
Anyway, moving out to the country was a novelty for a while, and I felt like I could legitimately appreciate country music, pancake breakfasts and steak fry dinners, and tractor pulls. After awhile, though, I realized it took at least 30 minutes to get ANYWHERE. Grocery shopping was at least a half-day event. Want to go out for dinner or grab a drink? You can go to the town bar...or the town bar. Want to go to church on Sunday? I hope you're either Methodist or Lutheran. Need to talk to the police because people are driving through your front yard every other Friday? Better wait until 9:00...the police are only on duty at night. It got old...and fast. But we stuck it out two years, and finally Hubby Blue graduated and got his police job, so we moved 30 minutes closer to my job, into a fairly sizable town, thinking we were moving to the promised land!
Long story short...this is not the promised land. It's still pretty "country," and we're actually farther from most of our friends and my side of the family. Hubby Blue is farther from work, and we live in a tinier house than when we first got married, so most of the time it feels like our stuff is caving in on us! And, oh, did I mention the snakes? We live two blocks from a river, so people acted like I was the crazy one for being, um, SHOCKED when I found a dead snake in our house.
So, I was driving home from work today on the same old country roads as usual* when a little (I assume it was little) rock hit my windshield with a SMACK. It startled me, for sure, but it didn't appear to have done any damage, so I continued on my merry way. I went to the gym directly from work, took a class, and came out an hour later TO A HUGE CRACK IN MY WINDSHIELD. "Huge" might be an exaggeration, but it's definitely about as long as my hand. Talk about something I DON'T need right now. The aggravating part about this is that the saaaaame exact thing happened to Hubby Blue's windshield last summer. He was picking up our moving truck (so we could move from the country to the pseudo-country...meaning "bigger town but still surrounded by lots and lots of country") when something came flying at his windshield and shattered it. UGH. Does this happen in the country all the time? BECAUSE I'M SICK OF IT!
Soooooooo...here comes the big news............
WE'RE MOVING!!!
This has been the hardest thing to not blog about, but I didn't want to say anything until it was more of a sure thing. It's something Hubby Blue and I have been talking about for months because of how hard his schedule is, how far we live from his department, how we have so few friends here, how we spend so much on gas, how we are really not digging the small-town lifestyle anymore, and how I haven't been super happy in my job for a while now. It also was not in our plan to be buying a house at this point, but after a lotttttttt of thought and talking and praying, we decided to take the plunge. We've been renters for almost three years now, and we're both eager to put down some roots. I know it's risky to buy a house before Hubby Blue's probation is over, but it's also risky to buy a house before you're a tenured teacher, and I know people who do that all the time. Whether you're a teacher or a banker or a businessperson or a lawyer...I guess it's always a risk, but I hope this one pays off. So, come this summer, we'll be moving to a town that is about 15 minutes from Hubby Blue's department. And there are plenty of stores and restaurants and interstates nearby. It's still a teensy bit country (because Hubby Blue is definitely NOT a city person) but hopefully it will feel like a much better fit than where we are now.
Anyway, we are closing next week - yikes!!! It's been one of the most stressful processes we've gone through, and I'll blog more about it in time. And I'll blog more about the house itself because there is lots to tell about that too! But for now, I'm just hoping we can make it through two more months with our windshields intact. :)
*I guess technically it's not a country road. It's a state highway, but any two-lane highway is a country road in my book. Country livin' was fun for a while, but this city girl misses her interstates something fierce.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Domesticity
I recently learned how to use Hubby Blue's our sewing machine! I've mentioned before that I never learned how to sew, even though my mom is like, the best sew-er (I first wrote that without the hyphen...and no, my mom is not a sewer, ha) ever. I took an online class a few weeks ago and learned a lot, but what really got me going was the apron kit I picked up at Walmart! It sat in a box for months, and finally, I just decided to figure it out! I didn't really figure it out by myself...Hubby Blue tried to teach me and got really frustrated...so I asked my mom. Anyway, I've gotten a lot better since then, and I can't wait until the day we live in a town with an actual fabric store so I can try sewing projects more often!
In the meantime...Hubby Blue...wait for it...asked me to...fix his police pants!!!
WHAT?!?!
He had two pairs with rips in them, and he said he didn't mind taking them in somewhere to get them fixed but that he knew that would cost more money, so did I want to try fixing them? I wanted to say, Hubby Blue, you just need to stop chasing bad guys and then your pants won't rip...but let's be honest. That'll never happen.
In the meantime...Hubby Blue...wait for it...asked me to...fix his police pants!!!
WHAT?!?!
He had two pairs with rips in them, and he said he didn't mind taking them in somewhere to get them fixed but that he knew that would cost more money, so did I want to try fixing them? I wanted to say, Hubby Blue, you just need to stop chasing bad guys and then your pants won't rip...but let's be honest. That'll never happen.
So, I put off trying to fix these pants my entire spring break, and finally, today, I decided to give it a try. I think they turned out pretty well, actually, but the best part was Hubby Blue's reaction:
"Hey! You can't even see where they were ripped! Thanks! I really liked this pair!"
Yeah, you can just call me a domestic QUEEN these days. :)
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