In other really crap-ass news, the internet went down here last night and I couldn’t get it reset, and then in trying to get it reset I ACTUALLY reset the router, which erases all of its settings and puts them back to factory. Well. I didn’t know this little tidbit of information until I went on base to the Cyber Cafe and downloaded the product manual BUT it didn’t help in anyway because while I have the internet working on one computer now, I don’t know how to set up a home network. In other words, this one-desktop, three-laptop, one-mac household of internet lovin’ girls is now reduced to sharing a single source and HI THAT SUCKS. But don’t worry, I have resources! Whom I will purchase lunch for! And then they will happily help me!

Did I use ‘whom’ correctly? I never know.

Oh also, I just found out tonight that the girls, with WHOM I imagined I shared a communal love of fresh pesto, actually don’t like it at all. Which sort of put the kibosh on tonight’s dinner plans (chicken and pesto fettuccine) but also pretty much brought to an end all my pesto-y dinners. Oh well. MORE FOR ME.

Tschuss!

So I’m wearing pyjamas, I have a dirty oatmeal splotch right in the middle of my shirt, I’m not wearing a bra (pyjamas, remember), and my hair is dirty. Andddd…the doorbell rings. “WHAT?” I think, frantically, “who is THAT?” as I glanced toward the door and saw a large figure outside. Not able to then pass off this obviously adult visitor to the girls, I pulled back my hair and opened it, fully expecting one of the construction guys from next door telling me they were blocking the road again or something. But instead, it’s Frank, the property manager for this house, and he wants to check on our 2nd floor hot water problem.

I let him in, explain the problem, and THEN remember the dirty oatmeal splotch. And the no bra.

Awesome.

I spent the rest of the time with my arms crossed very high on my chest.

And now I have to go take a shower in our no-hot-water shower.

Tschuss!

Good night.

EDITED TO ADD: AGHHHHHHHH! I canNOT for the life of me figure this out! I wanted it to be HERE, right here, for your viewing pleasure. Those of you awake late last night might have seen this post go up, then down, then up, then down. Whatever, here is a link for the video I was trying to show you: HERE IS THE LINK.

(If anyone in this world can explain to me how to embed videos in my blog, I would love them forever.)

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(If anyone in this world can explain to me how to embed videos in my blog, I would love them forever.)

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Life here at home is good. Work this past week has sucked, only because I am pretty distracted and have a lot of taskers, not a good combination. I really need to buckle down. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to concentrate; I wish I loved my job. Sighhh. Thank god for awesome co-workers, who indulge me and my eccentricities on a regular basis.

On another note, can you believe it’s this late in the year? My Christmas shopping is nearly done simply because we bought Taylor a Mac for a combined Christmas/birthday present this past weekend, and Lindsey wants: Uggs, another ear piercing, and money. Check, check, checkity-check.

Annnnddd…the one good thing about this post not actually posting this morning when I wrote it is that when I got off this site, I of course checked my mail and guess what! An email from John. A very short email, but still an email. He’s alive, it sucks, but his spirits are still good.

Yay!

Tschuss!

I  joined a FB group for the spouses of this OTS class annnnd…those of you who know me know that?  is not SOP for this girl.  Joining a GROUP?  Of SPOUSES?  For the sole purpose of communicating with each other?  HA HA HA!  Right? Funny thing, I have just been posting away over there.  I’m all,  ”Oh, HI, new member!”  and dispensingfriendly comments like nobodies business.  Silliness!  I’m getting soft in my old age.

ANYWAY.  The point of that was one of the wives got a brief phone call from her husband, and he told her that after checking in, they had to RUN with all their luggage across a FIELD, and then carry it (the luggage, not the field) around all day.  OMG.  How much would that SUCK?  John had: a garment bag; a duffle bag (which also contained a PRINTER); and his backpack.  Also, Alabama is much warmer than Germany, and oh, jet lag.  I can only assume that was pretty craptastic.

I probably won’t hear from John for a million weeks, because he doesn’t have a cell there and no access to internet for awhile.  WHICH IS FINE, because this is not the “TREENA HEARS FROM JOHN: NEW!” blog.

Hold on while I get some coffee.

Okay I’m back.  I’m actually supposed to be studying for my next stripe, which I am testing for on 4 December, but…I’m not.  I’ll do it TONIGHT!  I SWEAR!  Whatever, I wanted to tell you about a new thing which may or may not interest you, depending on how stalkery you are.  I’m going to do a food log/workout page which will hopefully guilt me into not being sloth-like OMG what am I SAYING?  That sounds so BORING!  Never mind.

Back to the drawing board.

Tschuss!!