Lots of Stuff
Sep. 5th, 2005 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
govcampbellHey all, I'm back. It's been an eventful weekend, I suppose.
The move went well, actually. Got the truck and the trailer up without incident. The apartment is definatly smaller than I had anticipated, but it's cozy. We've now got most everything moved in. The biggest dissapointment is that we were not able to figure out a way to make the washer and the dryer fit in the apartment. *BIG Sigh* Another year of sketchy laundrymats. I suppose there are worse things in life. The decorating/unpacking goes along well. I'm not very good at describing rooms, and I'm too tired to do it now. Maybe later. Sufficet to say, it's going.
The big issue with the apartment though, is what I had orginally interpreted at disintrest/anger on Sara's part. I was all excited, because here we were, decorating *our* place, and it didn't seem as though she was as excited as I was. I came to discover that yes, she was excited, but she's scared silly about having to live alone for the next several months before the wedding. She's never lived alone before. She's either lived at home, or at college with a roommate. She'll be completely alone (except for the odd weekend here and there) until December, and she's terrified. I understand better now. She's also flipping out about the Grad School quals, whether or not she'll make new friends, whether she'll fit in, yadda yadda yadda, the normal "starting a new school" anxieity. I can't blame her there either.
Okay, so, my Uncle Kevin is a firefighter/paramedic, and a damn good one at that. He's worked his way up the ranks and is one of three fire captains in our town. When FEMA called for experianced vouleneteers to go to the Big Easy to help with the Big Cleanup, he put his name in, being that kind of guy, even though it would take him out of town for a month.
His application never made it out of the fire cheif's office, and the local FD released a statement saying it "couldn't allow" anyone to go, because they're short staffed. Oh boy, when the local press got a hold of that, they had a field day. Let me tell you, they made mincmeat out of the town administration, and the Budget Committee (which has been turning down proposed added firefighter positions for years).
The next day, Kevin's application was forwarded to FEMA, and he was accepted to go. He left this morning, pray for him. Yesterday, apparently, he was getting ready to go, and ran into my Uncle Ken. (They're twins, btw.) When Kevin told Ken (who will be henceforth refered to as Uncle SOB), that he was going to New Orleans, Uncle SOB asked him why bother? "It's they're own fault they're stuck there, and we shouldn't waste our time helping them." Kevin turned to Uncle SOB and asked him "What happened to you? Becuase you aren't the brother I grew up with."
I'm so mad at Uncle SOB right now. I used to think he was a pretty nice guy. I mean, he married a B---- on wheels, but for a while, he was fine. Lately though, he's gone all weird. At my second cousin's wedding he was preaching to the table he was sitting at at the reception, that people should stop having kids because the earth is over crowding, and that people who have kids are dumb. He told me once that if I ever became president, I should gas/germ half the population of the earth, because of overcrowding. I really wish I knew what crawled up his ass and died there. He's got me mad enough that I'm swearing in my LJ, which is something I have tried to avoid doing. Man, I'm mad.
Okay, think that's all for now. Night all.
The move went well, actually. Got the truck and the trailer up without incident. The apartment is definatly smaller than I had anticipated, but it's cozy. We've now got most everything moved in. The biggest dissapointment is that we were not able to figure out a way to make the washer and the dryer fit in the apartment. *BIG Sigh* Another year of sketchy laundrymats. I suppose there are worse things in life. The decorating/unpacking goes along well. I'm not very good at describing rooms, and I'm too tired to do it now. Maybe later. Sufficet to say, it's going.
The big issue with the apartment though, is what I had orginally interpreted at disintrest/anger on Sara's part. I was all excited, because here we were, decorating *our* place, and it didn't seem as though she was as excited as I was. I came to discover that yes, she was excited, but she's scared silly about having to live alone for the next several months before the wedding. She's never lived alone before. She's either lived at home, or at college with a roommate. She'll be completely alone (except for the odd weekend here and there) until December, and she's terrified. I understand better now. She's also flipping out about the Grad School quals, whether or not she'll make new friends, whether she'll fit in, yadda yadda yadda, the normal "starting a new school" anxieity. I can't blame her there either.
Okay, so, my Uncle Kevin is a firefighter/paramedic, and a damn good one at that. He's worked his way up the ranks and is one of three fire captains in our town. When FEMA called for experianced vouleneteers to go to the Big Easy to help with the Big Cleanup, he put his name in, being that kind of guy, even though it would take him out of town for a month.
His application never made it out of the fire cheif's office, and the local FD released a statement saying it "couldn't allow" anyone to go, because they're short staffed. Oh boy, when the local press got a hold of that, they had a field day. Let me tell you, they made mincmeat out of the town administration, and the Budget Committee (which has been turning down proposed added firefighter positions for years).
The next day, Kevin's application was forwarded to FEMA, and he was accepted to go. He left this morning, pray for him. Yesterday, apparently, he was getting ready to go, and ran into my Uncle Ken. (They're twins, btw.) When Kevin told Ken (who will be henceforth refered to as Uncle SOB), that he was going to New Orleans, Uncle SOB asked him why bother? "It's they're own fault they're stuck there, and we shouldn't waste our time helping them." Kevin turned to Uncle SOB and asked him "What happened to you? Becuase you aren't the brother I grew up with."
I'm so mad at Uncle SOB right now. I used to think he was a pretty nice guy. I mean, he married a B---- on wheels, but for a while, he was fine. Lately though, he's gone all weird. At my second cousin's wedding he was preaching to the table he was sitting at at the reception, that people should stop having kids because the earth is over crowding, and that people who have kids are dumb. He told me once that if I ever became president, I should gas/germ half the population of the earth, because of overcrowding. I really wish I knew what crawled up his ass and died there. He's got me mad enough that I'm swearing in my LJ, which is something I have tried to avoid doing. Man, I'm mad.
Okay, think that's all for now. Night all.
