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You Belong in San Francisco
You crave an eclectic, urban environment. You're half California, half NYC.
You're open minded, tolerant, and secretly think you're the best.
People may dismiss you as a hippie, but you're also progressive, interesting, and rich!
Where Does Your Inner Californian Belong?
Well, I agree that I'm open minded, tolerant, and secretly think I'm the best. Progressive and interesting could go either way, and apparently I'm still working on the being rich part?
As it turns out though, I love to VISIT "The City" (Thanks, Eddie Izzard) but could never live there. I miss Sac. Oh, to be a river rat again...
In other (more important) news:
Victor's sister and her friend fly in on Sunday. They're here until the 22nd, and while were tight on budget with the move and all, I'm really looking forward to one last fling with England. We're planning to go to Duxford Air Museum (for Grandpa Doolittle), Leeds Castle, Stonehenge (This will be the upteenth time for Vic and I but I understand the desire to see it) and of course all the obligatory hot tourist spots in London. We're hoping to get tickets to see a show from the half price ticket booth, and I'm forcing everyone to go to Camden Town with me again so I can pick up some goodies for Matt, Bo, Teresa, and Adam (though they may not have known that until I stated it here).
The movers are coming to pack up the house on the 14/15 and we move into TLF (temporary living facilities or a hotel room for the less militray inclinded) on the 25th. There's this great story about how at the last Commander's Call my Commander announced that our lodging facility would finally have pet friendly rooms and Vic and I fought tooth and nail with the receptionsts to get one of the rooms, only to find out yesterday that the whole thing "fell through" (i.e. some Col. came through who was more important than us and needed the room). So now we're staying at a local Inn off base. I spat fire when they told me we'd have to pay the 45 pounds a night out of pocket, (we'd be reimbursed when we got to DM not that it matters because we sure as hell don't have 450 pounds sitting around) so they finally gave in and issued Vic a Government Travel card. Which works out better in the long run because we can put ALL our travel expenses on it and the government pays it off for us, which means more of our money in savings can stay in savings. YAY savings.
(This is especially helpful because after Vic's "fender bender" at our local obscenely large and notoriously insane roundabout we're not going to be able to sell our Nissan for as much as we were hoping. It's still fast as poo -- is poo fast? -- but it has more than a few "cosmetic" issues. Hopefully someone will still buy it!)
Anyway, we're going up to Feltwell on the 3rd for the 4th of July celebration (don't ask) and then we're dropping Kitty off at his kennel/flight place on the 4th and we fly out the 5th.
So, unbarable heat here we come.
I'm actually terribly excited. I'm not too keen on all the packing and cleaning and physical moving part, but I'm excited about Tucson. I'm excited to have more than 4 places to eat that I can actually afford (note that all 4 places are fast food -- PUKE!!), I'm excited about CLOTHES shopping (I think the BX only sells the crap that Target, Ross, and Baby Phat deem as too horrible to sell). I'm excited about having my own car again and about driving (not that I'm excited about gas prices) and having a HOUSE, and a shower that doesn't have water pressure which is equivalent to that of someone standing above you and spitting on your head. I'm just terribly terribly excited.
I don't know. It's a fresh start, I guess.
I finally have a hold on eating healthier and I'm getting to the point where forcing myself to go to the gym is more like gently ushering myself there. I've lost just about 10 lbs, but I still have a good 25 more pounds to lose before I'm really comfortable with my weight again. I'd be satisfied with 20 more, but 25 would be ideal. I wish I had the drive to become one of those gym freaks that's always doing cardio and strength-training, but I really just don't enjoy it. I do it because I know that's what it takes and that I need to, but I still don't particullarly enjoy it. If my knees were in better condition I'd take up running once I lost a big more weight, but I'm not sure they could handle it.
So, I'm looking into doing some temp work when we get to Tucson. We'll be down about 1800 dollars a month until I can find myself a new GS position and even though I have priority placement I just haven't seem much advertised at DM. I'm sure I'll find something, but in the mean time I'm hoipng to find something to do to bring in a little extra cash. I'm not too terribly picky about what. The whole idea of resumes and job hunting and applications is just so painful, though. I love my job here. Such is life.
Right, I should go do some actual WORK work now.
Miss you all. Can't wait to see some of you!!
I'm hoping to be back in Cali for a week or two in mid-September (just before my birthday), so hopefully I can catch up with everyone. I'm missing Adam's show in Tucson by a few days and don't think we'll have a house and car in time to catch him in Phoenix, so one of my top priorites will be seeing him while he's doing shows in the Sac area during September. Yay. It's been 3 years since we've seen each other so I'm to the point where I'm so excited I could puke. God, I hope his girlfriend doesn't hate me.
You crave an eclectic, urban environment. You're half California, half NYC.
You're open minded, tolerant, and secretly think you're the best.
People may dismiss you as a hippie, but you're also progressive, interesting, and rich!
Where Does Your Inner Californian Belong?
Well, I agree that I'm open minded, tolerant, and secretly think I'm the best. Progressive and interesting could go either way, and apparently I'm still working on the being rich part?
As it turns out though, I love to VISIT "The City" (Thanks, Eddie Izzard) but could never live there. I miss Sac. Oh, to be a river rat again...
In other (more important) news:
Victor's sister and her friend fly in on Sunday. They're here until the 22nd, and while were tight on budget with the move and all, I'm really looking forward to one last fling with England. We're planning to go to Duxford Air Museum (for Grandpa Doolittle), Leeds Castle, Stonehenge (This will be the upteenth time for Vic and I but I understand the desire to see it) and of course all the obligatory hot tourist spots in London. We're hoping to get tickets to see a show from the half price ticket booth, and I'm forcing everyone to go to Camden Town with me again so I can pick up some goodies for Matt, Bo, Teresa, and Adam (though they may not have known that until I stated it here).
The movers are coming to pack up the house on the 14/15 and we move into TLF (temporary living facilities or a hotel room for the less militray inclinded) on the 25th. There's this great story about how at the last Commander's Call my Commander announced that our lodging facility would finally have pet friendly rooms and Vic and I fought tooth and nail with the receptionsts to get one of the rooms, only to find out yesterday that the whole thing "fell through" (i.e. some Col. came through who was more important than us and needed the room). So now we're staying at a local Inn off base. I spat fire when they told me we'd have to pay the 45 pounds a night out of pocket, (we'd be reimbursed when we got to DM not that it matters because we sure as hell don't have 450 pounds sitting around) so they finally gave in and issued Vic a Government Travel card. Which works out better in the long run because we can put ALL our travel expenses on it and the government pays it off for us, which means more of our money in savings can stay in savings. YAY savings.
(This is especially helpful because after Vic's "fender bender" at our local obscenely large and notoriously insane roundabout we're not going to be able to sell our Nissan for as much as we were hoping. It's still fast as poo -- is poo fast? -- but it has more than a few "cosmetic" issues. Hopefully someone will still buy it!)
Anyway, we're going up to Feltwell on the 3rd for the 4th of July celebration (don't ask) and then we're dropping Kitty off at his kennel/flight place on the 4th and we fly out the 5th.
So, unbarable heat here we come.
I'm actually terribly excited. I'm not too keen on all the packing and cleaning and physical moving part, but I'm excited about Tucson. I'm excited to have more than 4 places to eat that I can actually afford (note that all 4 places are fast food -- PUKE!!), I'm excited about CLOTHES shopping (I think the BX only sells the crap that Target, Ross, and Baby Phat deem as too horrible to sell). I'm excited about having my own car again and about driving (not that I'm excited about gas prices) and having a HOUSE, and a shower that doesn't have water pressure which is equivalent to that of someone standing above you and spitting on your head. I'm just terribly terribly excited.
I don't know. It's a fresh start, I guess.
I finally have a hold on eating healthier and I'm getting to the point where forcing myself to go to the gym is more like gently ushering myself there. I've lost just about 10 lbs, but I still have a good 25 more pounds to lose before I'm really comfortable with my weight again. I'd be satisfied with 20 more, but 25 would be ideal. I wish I had the drive to become one of those gym freaks that's always doing cardio and strength-training, but I really just don't enjoy it. I do it because I know that's what it takes and that I need to, but I still don't particullarly enjoy it. If my knees were in better condition I'd take up running once I lost a big more weight, but I'm not sure they could handle it.
So, I'm looking into doing some temp work when we get to Tucson. We'll be down about 1800 dollars a month until I can find myself a new GS position and even though I have priority placement I just haven't seem much advertised at DM. I'm sure I'll find something, but in the mean time I'm hoipng to find something to do to bring in a little extra cash. I'm not too terribly picky about what. The whole idea of resumes and job hunting and applications is just so painful, though. I love my job here. Such is life.
Right, I should go do some actual WORK work now.
Miss you all. Can't wait to see some of you!!
I'm hoping to be back in Cali for a week or two in mid-September (just before my birthday), so hopefully I can catch up with everyone. I'm missing Adam's show in Tucson by a few days and don't think we'll have a house and car in time to catch him in Phoenix, so one of my top priorites will be seeing him while he's doing shows in the Sac area during September. Yay. It's been 3 years since we've seen each other so I'm to the point where I'm so excited I could puke. God, I hope his girlfriend doesn't hate me.