Thursday, June 17, 2010

In-sha-bo-bo and Travels overseas....

Last Tuesday I was in my Grandma's sitting room when the phone rang. My husband was a-callin'.
He said "Good news or bad news first?"
I sighed "Bad first."
I knew it was about housing. And for the past two weeks housing news had been bad, and I was one antsy woman. I wanted to get on with it already and be with my husband.
Having quite the flare for the dramatic, I was announcing with tragic production that I would maybe be in Germany for Thanksgiving, and what's worse? They don't even have thanksgiving...do they? Oh how forlorn.
Michael sighed and said "I went online to check out our housing status. Y'know to see where we were in line for a home."
I said "Yeah?" hearing the dread mixed with agitation in his voice made my poor little balloon deflate completely.
"And we were 29th! I was so upset that I called."
"Oh." I didn't even TRY to muster any positivity. Not that I had much to go on at all.
"Yeah, so I called. We get a place on the 21st! You can come out after the 22nd when they bring in our loaner furniture!"
I was shocked then excited. I said "WHAT REALLY!?"
He said "Yeah. Truly."
I said "If you were here, I'd poke you in the chest for that!!"
He went on to explain we would be living as primative as can be, like Robinson Cruso with out A/C. Apparently Germans are a-gin conditioning their air sweating it out in the summer.
Oh well...C'est la vie...or however they say "That's Life" in German.

My sweet husband in all his comedic glory tried to teach me how to say Excuse me in German. I couldn't help but laugh so hard. He said with such authority that to say excuse me in German...all you have to do is say "Inshobobo."
"In sha what?" I said laughing "That CANNOT be excuse me. That sounds like you're scatting. I think you're scatting."
"No. It's true. Inshobobo is excuse me. I'll prove it."
So when someone walked by he said "Hey. Hey man how do you say excuse me?"
The guy said "Oh that's uhm....Entschuldigen."
"oh. Close enough."
Inshobobo it is...

I had to go to Ft. Gordon in Augusta yesterday to file my No Fee Passport. Guess what? EVERYONE was nice. The lady who filed my paper work is an army spouse herself. She gave me pointers about married life and told me how hard her experience moving from Arizona to Ft. Drum and then having her husband deploy.
Kiss that Angel Lady at Ft. Meade!!!

On the route back from Gordon my husband called again with good...no scratch that GREAT news. I have a flight. A real live flight!! Arrangements! Actual ticket info. It became so real when he told me. I leave at 6:30pm from Dulles on the 25th. I will switch planes in Amsterdam and I will arrive in Nurnberg at 10:45am. That's 10:45 am Michael's time. 4:45am real time.
It made me so excited that I couldn't eat.
I gave the rest of my gordita to my dad. Quite pleased with the situation.
Quite excited to see my baldie!
Yet, sad to leave my family and friends.
Which is a quandry. Which should I be happy or sad?
I can't fight the feeling of excitement. It seems like a looong time coming. I've been beaten up by Ft. Meaders. Lonesome from missing my husband.
Had my feelings hurt thinking the Army didn't care about families....
Waited patiently for loose ends to tie...
Waited intolerantly for loose ends to tie up...
And here it is.

I've been so happy to be Georgia. Being with family... spending a summery afternoon with my beloved girls Katie & Jackie..making brand new friends...spending time with Stephanie and Aiden the sweetest cutest little boy in the land...laughing with Mom...going to the movies....and just enjoying the incredible heat and air condition that my wondeful beloved peach state has to offer....

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