I Got A J-O-B!

Okay, so maybe calling it a 'job' is a stretch, but I am getting paid and that's what matters. A month ago, I saw a fellow MilSpouse was looking for someone to meet their kids when they get off the bus and keep them alive until their dad gets home. I hadn't been looking for a job and haven't been a nanny in ten years, but I figured "why not?"

On top of that, I've been learning to run this investment house of ours, and that might actually start paying off today too. I'd had some interest, but no solid tenant options until this weekend. A friend suggested I share it on Postlets.com, and hot damn my phone and email has been blowing up! I had to schedule an open house to accommodate the 30+ people that have contacted me, and my dear old dad is going to run the showing for us. He's never done anything like this, so I hope it doesn't overwhelm him.

We honestly owe him a lot after all he's helped us with during this process. He built us new drawers to give us more storage in the kitchen, he's been back and forth checking every detail, and he and Will saved us hundreds of dollars by putting up all the blinds. Speaking of...blinds are holy expensive, and custom fitting them? oy vey... It really didn't take us long to get it all done with the three of us, but now I see why people pay big bucks to have them installed.

Today feels like a good day...a good day to start a fun part time gig and a great day to find a worthy tenant for our little investment home. Show me the monnnaaaayyyyy.

"You (c/o 2004) Are Going To Hell In A Handbasket"

I was ten minutes late after driving the two hours home, but compared to everyone else, I was half an hour early. I'm pretty sure they didn't want to be awkwardly sitting there like I did, although they didn't realize that it made it easier for people to come to me, which was waaay less awkward. I knew I would recognize those I've stayed close with or have on Facebook, but I was so thankful that we had name tags for the rest. Supposedly seeing how everyone has changed is the fun part...I think not.

The funny thing was that I felt like we fell through a time warp and we were eighteen again. We all looked the same, we are still looking to find ourselves, and there was just something magical about reuniting in our home town. We've all known each other for the better part of our lives, so it's only natural to pick up where we left off.

Before I get too mushy gushy, dinner at The Fish House was amazing, but the real fun was the 'after party'. We were a few complimentary cocktails deep, and then it was party time! I'm pretty sure all reunions should end with a pub crawl around all the old haunts.

I must say, though, there was one big downside of the night. As you might have guessed, I was missing my best asset to show off, and that would be Will. Due to many unforeseen circumstances he had to stay home, but he still managed to be there in spirit...

Ten years ago, our delightful Principal Eaton, aka Nettie, told us that we were going straight to Hell in a handbasket. I can't remember what caused her to bestow her 'wisdom' on us, but it was probably because each generation loses hope in the next at times. I just wish I could look good ol' Nettie in the eye, and say haters gon' hate.

Sneak Peak of The New House

Four days and some twenty-seven hours of drive time later, we made it to our destination! Don't think I was a passenger either...I had to drive my truck, so I put in my fare share for this trip. The vintage Monte Carlo got to ride with Will, but his loving wife that keeps moving cross country for him aaaalways has to drive herself. Hehe, it's my own fault. I refused to get rid of my truck, so really I can't complain. Although, I can complain about the fact that my truck is a stick and doesn't have cruise control. Awful, just awful, I tell ya.

But I know what you are all really here for; take a gander at our new place!

How stinkin' cute is it??

I'm actually in love, and I haven't even seen it with my own eyes yet. We meet with the leasing company this morning, and I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas morning! Plus the 'rents are coming, so we are going to have a whole gang to help us unload. Part of me wants to unload and savor the experience with Will, but I'm sure I won't be complaining once we get it all done. Luckily, we have GREAT families, so if nothing else, we will have lots of  laughs. I can't wait to squeeze my grandma. I know that will completely calm me down and kick this move to Alabama off right! Y'all...we are really here ;) Pinch me!