ammogirl

Oh man, we have no hot water in the dorms, and they don’t know when it will be fixed. I am so bummed. I am not one of those people who looks great without a shower, and plus, it makes it a little hard to work out when you can’t wash the sweat off. I feel so dirty right now, so to make me feel better, at lunch, I ate cake. Now, I STILL feel dirty, but I also feel fat, so I feel BETTER about feeling dirty. What?  IT MAKES SENSE TO ME.

***edited to add - So, I found out this afternoon why our hot water is out - here is the copy and paste from the commander in response to another resident wondering why we have no hot water:

The hot water issue at dorms 1430 and 1431 is two-fold. First, we recently replaced the boilers by contract in the dorms’ shared mechanical room. The boilers have gone out several times and we’ve had the contractor back doing warranty repairs to fix them.

Second, the base recently lost its fuel delivery contract and we’ve run out of fuel for the boilers at several bldgs. That’s what happened at your dorm (and 7 others) last night. We’re working with LRS to provide in-house fuel delivery until we get a fuel delivery contract back on line.

Um - WHHHHATTTT? I have no hot water because they RAN OUT OF GAS? <insert your choice of curse word here - as long as it starts with F and ends with UCKERS.> Okay, now.  JOHN? Can I get out of the military?  Immediately?

So, you guys saw yesterday I got my iPod, right? Wellllll…Remember when I said that I would have no clue how to put music on it? Ha ha ha! I know me so well! I thought John was putting music ON the iPod for me, right? So I browsed all over that iPod looking for the music, and when again and again I pushed “music – songs – all” or…whatever… and nothing would come up, I came to two conclusions, both of which will illustrate the serious depth of my dumb-ness: Conclusion #1. Somebody DELETED all the songs while it was being shipped here, (I was very indignant about this) and conclusion #2. Apple messed up and sent TWO iPods this time around, and John sent them both to me, as a surprise, and I just happened to pick the one that didn’t have the music on it yet (about THIS, I was very happy.)

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Yes, I’m totally serious.

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I’m that dumb.

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For realz.

So – moving along, with idiotic conclusions in hand, I glanced in the box John shipped the stuff in, and in there, was a CD, and ON that CD was the word: MUSIC. A-hem. Me: “Treena, you are a freaking dumbass.” So, I booted up the ol’ laptop, and proceeded to install the iPod software, then I easily uploaded songs to my iPod, with no problems whatsoever.

Y’all.  You didn’t believe that, did you?  Because, c’mon.  I am NOT THAT SMART. It took me THREE HOURS to create ONE 39 song workout playlist and get it transferred to my iPod. By the time I got done, it was 9:30 pm, and I was seriously considering packing that thing back up and mailing it off to Lindsey for her birthday present. Because if my almost 12 year old daughter can figure this stuff out, and I can’t? Sighhh… Now, in my defense, since the day I met John, I have not had to do one thing with any of the computers we own, or, for that matter, any electronic related equipment, period. My knowledge is six years old, so it’s not my fault I’m completely ignorant, right? RIGHT?? Well, whatever the case may be, I was seriously disappointed when I woke up this morning at 4:30am to go workout, and discovered during my daily “is there hot water today?” check that in fact, there WASN’T hot water, which I already mentioned, but – getting back on track: I was saddened, because I struggled so hard over that one measly workout playlist, and I couldn’t even use it.

CIAO!

Such great advice, y’all! Thank you so much for your help! I think I will see if she keeps doing it, then talk to her about it; she’s really nice, so I’m positive it will work out. I think the comment from my random coworker caused a bit of an unintended stir, however! Let me just reassure you, it was an inside joke – I certainly was not planning on going to the First Shirt at all with this, and he…I mean “the person” wasn’t being serious with that advice. I tend to stay as far away from our Shirt as possible, actually – I don’t quite have the amount of disdain for him as my “random coworkers”, but…let me put it this way: he likes to say things like “Oh you girls, all you like to do is shop and complain!” which – I mean, I know at least he’s not talking about me, because I never complain! (just kidding)

So, an update: remember when I told you I was referred to a neurologist for my leg issues? I’m still waiting for that to come through. I called today and they said it takes about 3-4 weeks to get an appointment, and doesn’t that seem silly to you? You would think that if one is referred to a neurologist, that some sort of hurry-upness would be in order, right? Because, I mean, what if while you are waiting, the problem becomes less of a temporary inconvenience and more of a permanent damage thing? Now, I was waiting to write about my leg issue-issues, until I saw the neurologist, but for the sake of keeping everyone completely up to date with my life, I will just go ahead and tell you now. And before you get worried, MOM, the doctor has already ruled out blood clots. So: constant pins and needles/burning in my left calf calve…lower leg and foot, swelling, pain behind my knee, and at times, it is painful to even MOVE my ankle. Weird, huh? I mean, there are a few more things going on in addition to those, but that’s it in a nutshell for ya. I don’t think that there is anything horribly wrong with me, but it is an annoyance, and it’s been going on for almost 4 weeks now - I would just like to know what the deal is. Fortunately, it doesn’t impede me in any way, really – unless my ankle is hurting, it is basically just like having a leg and foot that is constantly on the verge of waking up, from being asleep. Okay, well, the swelling is not my favorite thing. I mean, you guys, the first time it happened, my lower leg swelled up almost TWO INCHES. THAT needs to hurry up and stop before the shorts season starts, or else my nickname will be elephantitis girl. Um, no offense to anyone that has elephantitis. Speaking of shorts season, I honestly don’t think it will EVER GET HERE – and I am tired of being chilly. Wearing a coat is so bothersome to me - I hate layering. You can only imagine how much I did not appreciate it this past December, when we got 73 inches of snow in 11 days. 73 inches of snow = too.many.layers. It made me cranky. If I have to deal with layers, I want them to be chocolate flavored, and covered in frosting.

Well, the 27^th is a special day for a couple of reasons: first, a March Birthday Shout out to my sister in law Christy, who is a lot like John – she has the knack to make people happy just by being there. Right now she’s got a little sprout in her belly – she and Brian are expecting a boy in May, and awww that is happy news, for sure, because the best babies are the ones you can spoil horribly and then give back when they start crying, and I am looking forward to doing that. Happy Birthday, CV! Love you! In addition, Toni and Ira are celebrating their 12^th anniversary, and I have to say, Ira has the patience of an ox, to have lasted it out this long. JUST KIDDING, I love my sister, AND her husband, and I wish them many more years of happiness! Happy Anniversary, you guys!

Before I go, I want to show you a blurry picture:

Happy.

CIAO!

Well, nothing of excitement to report from the laundry room, except the fact that I had all the washers and dryers to myself so I did FOUR loads of laundry at the same time, which actually is very exciting, but probably only to me. For the rest of the day I worked extremely hard on my term paper, and got it all finished, INCLUDING my very inventive cover page. Now, you will recall my term paper is on the game of Monopoly, right? So I set up the cover page to look like a deed card from the game – specifically, a Park Place deed card – and yes, that IS very clever, thank you! I hope my professor feels the same way that you do, in regards to my wicked creativity.

But, let’s talk some more about the laundry room – because laundry rooms are fun! Now, I have to say that I got extremely lucky in regards to the dorm I was placed in – it’s brand new, and I since I am on the 4^th floor, I have an excellent view. My window faces the Yellow Sea, and I get to watch a gorgeous sunset every night. However, we are not speaking of sunsets; we are speaking of laundry rooms, right? There are 128 people that reside in my dorm, and there are only 10 washers and 10 dryers, and YOU do the math on that one. I usually do my laundry on Friday or Saturday nights, because I’m pretty much guaranteed to get it done then – or early Sunday mornings, before anyone starts waking up. I’ve managed to be lucky thus far, knock on wood. I do get a little squicked, though, by the sharing aspect of it – if I don’t know you, I don’t necessarily like washing my unmentionables in the same place you do, ya know? And yes, I perhaps AM a bit OCD when it comes to germs – my smart friend Jen is vigorously nodding her head on this, I’m quite positive. She watched me swab down my desk and phone daily with Clorox and Lysol, when we worked together, and also, hand sanitizer is my best friend. I don’t even like touching the stair rails when going to and from my room, unless I have gloves on. And don’t get me started on other people using my phone at work. So, I use a LOT of laundry detergent when I wash my clothes here, and EXTREMELY hot water, and then, try not to think about it.

I have a dilemma that perhaps y’all could help me out with. While I don’t have a room mate, I share a bathroom with one other person – and this arrangement works well for us. She showers at night, and I shower in the morning, so we never even have to compete for bathroom time. However, she is a smoker, and I think that unless her clothes are extremely saturated with cigarette fumes, she has started smoking in her room. There are two problems with this, one being it is AGAINST THE RULES, as we are very quickly becoming a smoke-free Air Force, which includes very specifically, no smoking in the dorms, but two, the smoke gets under the door and sort of…stagnates… in the bathroom. When I go in there, I feel my lungs turning black and eight minutes of my life drifting away. It’s TRUE. The thing is, I’m not entirely positive that she is smoking in her room, and because of this uncertainty, I don’t want to upset the boat and call her out. You see, I’m not MAD that she smokes; it’s just…look, if you smokers choose to commit hari-kari by inhalation, more power to you, really, but, I don’t care to smell the smoke while you are doing it. So here’s where you come in: Do you think I should say something to her? Perhaps leave a friendly note in the bathroom? Maybe send an email to her at work? Or, should I just keep my mouth shut? Help me out, people, I’m totally depending on your insight on this one!

Dorm life, you guys…just be glad you live in a house, for realz.

CIAO!