Well Hubby informed me the other night that this is now his blog
And he's been the one writing all the posts
So that would explain the sporadic writing that's been going on here
And the duration of time in between the postage
I'm glad we figured out the problem
Hopefully now we'll be able to rectify that
it's always nice to have a scapegoat
especially one that happily volunteers
and even comes up with the idea
I've been here a few days over a month now and we've had some interesting experiences and have learned some interesting things about this new state we (temporarily) call home
(Carrie Underwood's song "Temporary Home" is my new favorite song in light of the move)
...I feel like that makes me sound like I hate it here and I'm miserable
I don't and I'm not
I'm just very much a homebody and a family girl
Utah has always been my home and I've always been close to my family...literally, figuratively, emotionally...
So yeah, it's not easy
Hubby has never had a place that he felt was "home"
Even Texas, where he is from and has lived most of his life
Where his family is
He never felt like it was "home"
So for him, moving isn't a big deal, being away from family isn't that hard
He even said he likes being away from home because he likes that he misses them and feels that they're closer
Yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder
But...no thank you
It's not going to be forever, and there will be visits home
And I'm not on another mission for my church, so it's not like we can't contact each other
But still...I just don't approve
ANYWAY....
Not where this post was going
Adventures in Iowa!!
Let's see...first on this list
Iowa wasn't so sure it wanted me around when I first got here
maybe it sensed my hostility
We were over at the house where Hubby was staying when he first got here collecting all of his stuff the day after I got here
He was on the phone, I was bored, I didn't want to sit on the bed because...partly because it's a waterbed and I didn't want to get lost in it, but also partly because...well, who knows who has sat on that bed? Yes, I'm a little bit of a germaphobe...I blame the OCD
Anyway, I wanted to sit and the bed wasn't going to cut it
I looked and saw this little...makeshift cupboard of sorts that hubby had his computer monitor on
Score!!
Surely if it had Hubby's monitor on it he trusted it
Big mistake
The second I put even the smallest amount of weight on that thing it broke out from under me
The top slammed down, the sides came out, and 4 lovely, long screws came out of their hiding spots
One of the screws decided it wanted to become really good friends with my thigh
Through my pants
I stand up, get over the pain, and tell Hubby I'm fine
He looks at me like I'm crazy
Next thing I know I look down and there's a huge tear in my pants and blood dripping down my leg
Ummmm, excuse me??
I barely move to Iowa and you're trying to cut my leg off?
That's it, I'm moving back to Utah
yeah, I wish it was that easy
Luckily Hubby doesn't have an aversion to blood and got some bandages and stitched me up
Even MORE luckily it healed, no stitches, no tetanus, no nada except a light scar that I didn't even notice until Hubby pointed it out
Lovely welcome to Iowa for me
And then there was the time that we went bowling with car tires...
The city where we live is FULL of hills
I mean it
I can almost look past the fact that there are no mountains because it's hard to tell with all of the hills
And while that might seem to be a big deal, it is when your car isn't anything but 2WD and you don't have snow tires because in Utah it isn't that big of a deal
Well, in Iowa with all of the hills, it gets to be a big deal
We were sliding all over the place, having a hard time getting up the hills
Pretty much the whole route to his work is downhill
There were many times driving to his work that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop and I would run into another car
Something had to be done, and there was no way we could afford another car
So we went andsigned away any future fortune plus our first child spent mucho dinero to buy new snow tires
Now when Hubby went to set up the tire change, they told him that they would store our other tires until we were ready for them to be put on in the Spring, and then they would switch them out for free
Or at least that's what he understood
I was the one who took the car to get the new tires
It was a long wait with me reading lots of Philosophy
lucky me...
What a surprise I found when I got in the car afterwards and there were 4 tires, bagged up all nice and neat on our backseat
I started laughing and laughing....all while rolling my eyes
don't we love miscommunications...
Now the only place we have to store tires would be our basement
And, at the time, our basement happened to be cluttered with boxes that we hadn't taken the time to break down yet
Now, the sensible thing to do would be to carry the tires downstairs in an orderly fashion and find a place out of the way to put them
But that night it was snowing and cold and well...I didn't want to
I just wanted to get the tires in the house and out of the car so it would stop smelling of tire
yuck
So, obviously the real sensible choice is to throw the tires down the stairs
As Mary Poppins says "In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun, and snap! The job's a game!!"
How about we play bowling with tires and boxes and try and clear out as many boxes as possible?
I have to say, I did a pretty good job
Sadly, the other goal was to have all of the tires standing up in the end
Only one was standing up
Rude
But, the tires ended up downstairs and most of the boxes were moved out of the way
I'd say that the objectives were met
However questionable the process might have been
:)
(Carrie Underwood's song "Temporary Home" is my new favorite song in light of the move)
...I feel like that makes me sound like I hate it here and I'm miserable
I don't and I'm not
I'm just very much a homebody and a family girl
Utah has always been my home and I've always been close to my family...literally, figuratively, emotionally...
So yeah, it's not easy
Hubby has never had a place that he felt was "home"
Even Texas, where he is from and has lived most of his life
Where his family is
He never felt like it was "home"
So for him, moving isn't a big deal, being away from family isn't that hard
He even said he likes being away from home because he likes that he misses them and feels that they're closer
Yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder
But...no thank you
It's not going to be forever, and there will be visits home
And I'm not on another mission for my church, so it's not like we can't contact each other
But still...I just don't approve
ANYWAY....
Not where this post was going
Adventures in Iowa!!
Let's see...first on this list
Iowa wasn't so sure it wanted me around when I first got here
maybe it sensed my hostility
We were over at the house where Hubby was staying when he first got here collecting all of his stuff the day after I got here
He was on the phone, I was bored, I didn't want to sit on the bed because...partly because it's a waterbed and I didn't want to get lost in it, but also partly because...well, who knows who has sat on that bed? Yes, I'm a little bit of a germaphobe...I blame the OCD
Anyway, I wanted to sit and the bed wasn't going to cut it
I looked and saw this little...makeshift cupboard of sorts that hubby had his computer monitor on
Score!!
Surely if it had Hubby's monitor on it he trusted it
Big mistake
The second I put even the smallest amount of weight on that thing it broke out from under me
The top slammed down, the sides came out, and 4 lovely, long screws came out of their hiding spots
One of the screws decided it wanted to become really good friends with my thigh
Through my pants
I stand up, get over the pain, and tell Hubby I'm fine
He looks at me like I'm crazy
Next thing I know I look down and there's a huge tear in my pants and blood dripping down my leg
Ummmm, excuse me??
I barely move to Iowa and you're trying to cut my leg off?
That's it, I'm moving back to Utah
yeah, I wish it was that easy
Luckily Hubby doesn't have an aversion to blood and got some bandages and stitched me up
Even MORE luckily it healed, no stitches, no tetanus, no nada except a light scar that I didn't even notice until Hubby pointed it out
Lovely welcome to Iowa for me
And then there was the time that we went bowling with car tires...
The city where we live is FULL of hills
I mean it
I can almost look past the fact that there are no mountains because it's hard to tell with all of the hills
And while that might seem to be a big deal, it is when your car isn't anything but 2WD and you don't have snow tires because in Utah it isn't that big of a deal
Well, in Iowa with all of the hills, it gets to be a big deal
We were sliding all over the place, having a hard time getting up the hills
Pretty much the whole route to his work is downhill
There were many times driving to his work that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop and I would run into another car
Something had to be done, and there was no way we could afford another car
So we went and
Now when Hubby went to set up the tire change, they told him that they would store our other tires until we were ready for them to be put on in the Spring, and then they would switch them out for free
Or at least that's what he understood
I was the one who took the car to get the new tires
It was a long wait with me reading lots of Philosophy
lucky me...
What a surprise I found when I got in the car afterwards and there were 4 tires, bagged up all nice and neat on our backseat
I started laughing and laughing....all while rolling my eyes
don't we love miscommunications...
Now the only place we have to store tires would be our basement
And, at the time, our basement happened to be cluttered with boxes that we hadn't taken the time to break down yet
Now, the sensible thing to do would be to carry the tires downstairs in an orderly fashion and find a place out of the way to put them
But that night it was snowing and cold and well...I didn't want to
I just wanted to get the tires in the house and out of the car so it would stop smelling of tire
yuck
So, obviously the real sensible choice is to throw the tires down the stairs
As Mary Poppins says "In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun, and snap! The job's a game!!"
How about we play bowling with tires and boxes and try and clear out as many boxes as possible?
I have to say, I did a pretty good job
Sadly, the other goal was to have all of the tires standing up in the end
Only one was standing up
Rude
But, the tires ended up downstairs and most of the boxes were moved out of the way
I'd say that the objectives were met
However questionable the process might have been
:)
