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True is a friend I made when we were both in Ft. Stewart, Georgia. Our husbands were in the same unit. I met her at my first FRG meeting. (That’s Family Readiness Group, which is supposed to provide support to families of … Continue reading
I’m sure you’re shocked. It’s a short list, but there are things: 1. My friends. Okay, so I only have like, five whole friends living in Georgia, but they’re the best five people in the entire state. 2. Cheerwine. If … Continue reading
Yesterday morning, we met with Mr. Hill et al. to see the new loft space. We hung out while the movers wrapped-up, and then we headed to the new building. As previously mentioned here, Mr. Hill had lived on the … Continue reading
During house-hunting, my father-in-law would sometimes tell me he’d found me a “crappy little house” I might like. Once we had established I like crappy little houses, it was much easier for him to help me find one. I like … Continue reading
Before we actually lived here, I spent many days cleaning and painting. During those days, I sometimes had to use the bathroom facilities. Now and again, The Mister and FIL would come to help, and sometimes, they had to use … Continue reading
Maybe some of you have never experienced any sorta psychic mumbo-jumbo like I have, but I bet some of you have. Sometimes it’s a feeling, or a sight, or a sound, but it’s always a knowing. Knowing happens in such … Continue reading
Oh yeah, a lot has happened in the last three weeks. While I went six days without television, and sixteen days without internet, it was just the darndest thing — life continued to happen! I got fabulously ill. Facially deformed … Continue reading
I’ve never had to clean a house to live in it. I’ve always been lucky in this regard. I’m most familiar with the “wipe out and wipe down” technique before placing my items, but this house is much more labor … Continue reading
We’re adjusting to our new schedule, and it’s been, well, an adjustment. It sorta sucks to adjust, doesn’t it? And when you’re moving, and you know you’ll have to adjust all over again, it makes you a little less adjust-y, … Continue reading