In Virginia

We packed our little house in Harker Heights and hit the road last week. We loved that house so much when we bought it. I had been trying to get this duty assignment for over a year and here we are.

First, the home we left and the truck we packed it in.




We rolled in to Virginia at 10 pm and we still don't have our stuff. Here is our house. The army pays a lot more to live here so we can afford a much nicer place. And we have a basement. We never did have one of them things befur.



I send more when we get settled. Sorry my redneck autorama is blocking most of the view.

Mrs. B

This is a little late but still worth talking about since I'm still reeling from the experience.

Let's go back to 1991 when I tried out for choir. I had never been in a choir. I didn't even know what harmony was. I don't remember what I did to audition for Varsity Choir. I think I just sang a few notes in front of the piano for some lady I'd never met. I had just heard that choir was great and I should be in it. Once in choir I auditioned for Expressions. (the pop performance group) I auditioned by singing "Every Rose Has its Thorn" by Poison and playing my guitar. I really wanted to be a cowboy glam-rocker back in those days. I was so nervous and mostly just wanted to be there because of a girl I had a crush on. The things we do for love. So I made in into the group, barely got the time of day from the girl and spent the next two years as a choir dork. It was the greatest time of my young life. Everyday, Mrs B. (that lady) would pour herself into our lives and demand our most wonderful voice in response. She held us all off the tip of her fingers, guiding us through the notes and shaping our minds to better understand the world.

So two weeks ago she retired after 33 years of conductiong and I went to the party. I have been keeping up with her through the last couple of years but I hadn't seen her if over nine.

Here I am with Mrs B.


I try to tell her as often as possible how much she has meant to me but there is no way I could ever repay the inspiration she has given me. She is the reason "The Sound of Music" and "Marry Poppins" are staples in my house. I can't imagine my kids growing up without music.

Thank you Mrs B.

Her I are some pictures of me with some of my dear old friends. I could write another entry about how awesome it was to see them but they all know.

Here are Cal, Adam and Me. I have no idea how Mrs. B put up with us sometimes.


Sarah and I.



Leanne and I.

Moving

I think I'll start a new blog. I've gotten a few promptings from friends that wonder why I haven't updated in a while and I'm tired of paying for the .mac site so here it is. We'll see how long it lasts. On to the days events.

There is a good feeling when you start moving. We started packing a couple of weeks ago and now we are in the trailer loading stages. No matter how well we plan and no matter how good our intentions are, we always digress from neatly packed boxes to holding a box at the end of the counter and shoving everything in with a push broom. Next comes the trash bags. We start throwing stuff away and giving stuff to Good Will that doesn't fit. We had a perfectly good reason for not selling it in the last garage sale but now its just rubbish. Our semi trailer is filling up and I don't want to load up my truck like Jed Clampett for the 1400 mile trip. I'm already nervous about the new neighbor hood so I don't want to give the impression that we are the new local rednecks with the trampoline in the front yard.

Anther fun thing about moving is how good it is for our marriage. We get along so well and really connect with each other after a long day of manual labor and getting in each other's way. In fact, I'm pretty sure I have a back rub coming tonight. Moving is almost as romantic and therapeutic as when we do our taxes. If we survive this and make it to Virginia, we'll make even more magic memories unpacking.

I can't wait to be out of the army and living in one place for a really long time.

I HATE MOVING!!! I'm pretty sure all caps means I'm yelling. Anyway, I was.