except I'm not living the high life at The Plaza.
We're at the Sheraton in Dover, DE.
Checking in: we brought in 2 cat boxes, 2 animal carriers (containing cats), a HUGE cooler, boxes, hangers, suitcases and the headboard and footboard to our bed. We are the Beverly Hillbilles.
That was Wednesday. On Thursday, we started looking for apartments, and since we were wanting to buy a house in Middletown, that was the obvious place to start looking. We drove 20 miles north only to discover that there are no apartment complexes in Middletown. There are property managers who rent out Victorian homes that were transformed into apartments, but they will not agree to a short term lease. So we drive 20 miles south to Dover.
Apartment complex number 1: Bills itself as 'luxury living' complete with washer/dryer unit in each unit. Luxury is obviously a broadly defined term in Delaware. The room smelled. The washer could have fit one pillow case and one bath towel. Seriously, I don't think my robe would have fit, much less a sheet set.
Apartment complex number2: The lady running the leasing office is having a really bad day or is a first rate bitch with a nasty personality. She shows a studio apartment, which I could have handeled, but the loiters outside were a bit much.
Apartment complex number3: The place is ok...except again, the loiters...and the hotels on the outside of the complex make me weary of prostitues and the like.
We read the reviews of the apartments online and they say things like, "...bring a gun.....great if you enjoy finding heroin bags on the floor and coming home to the aroma of mariuana....my car was broken into five times."
We call the realtor and plan to look at 8 homes on Saturday.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Wednesday 4/25
Welcome to Delaware!
We woke up just before 6am. I was so tired that after sitting up in bed to get up, I literally fell backwards on to Ryan. We must have stopped 5 times on the way up to Delaware. Traffic wasn't so bad, but the drive was long and boring. I made it over The Bridge (a long, high bridge in Maryland) and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought.
Right after crossing the Delaware border, we saw a horse and buggy on the road.
Some pics:
Tuesday 4/24
Ahhh, what a week, where should I start? How about with the movers?
Tuesday 4/24, early morning: Ryan and I leave the Charleston on-base hotel to meet the movers at the house. It's 6:45am. I realize that while we have the coffee, coffee filter, and coffee maker, we don't have a mug OR any milk/cream. Remembering that Publix serves complimentary coffee, I decide we should have donuts for breakfast (from Publix).
Publix finally lets me in (they open at 7am) and standing at the bakery, I can't understand why they don't have any plain old chocolate icing donuts. They don't even have glazed donuts. Apparently, the bakery has all the icings to make the donuts, but the don't have the dough needed to make the donuts. Hm.
I end up grabbing the only box of mini cake donuts and make my way to the cashiers, but a box of cinnamon rolls catches my eye and makes me think how happy Ryan would be to have those gooey cinnamon rolls. At this time, as I pick up the box of gooey cinnamon rolls, the box of mini chocolate donuts miraculously grows a pair of wings and FLIES out of my hands, only to immediately crash on the floor. The package somehow opened up and 24 mini donuts were rolling around the floor at Publix. All this, plus Publix didn't even have the complimentary coffee brewing yet.
So there were no free donuts, no more mini choc late donuts, and most horrifying, no coffee.
The day turned slightly better....I realized we had cups. Red Solo cups left over from a recent party. Yes, I drank my coffee black out of a red solo plastic cup. The movers came at noon, left at 8:00pm, damaged two pieces of furniture (chips), and we didn't get back to our Charleston hotel room until well after 11pm. Moving sucks.
Tuesday 4/24, early morning: Ryan and I leave the Charleston on-base hotel to meet the movers at the house. It's 6:45am. I realize that while we have the coffee, coffee filter, and coffee maker, we don't have a mug OR any milk/cream. Remembering that Publix serves complimentary coffee, I decide we should have donuts for breakfast (from Publix).
Publix finally lets me in (they open at 7am) and standing at the bakery, I can't understand why they don't have any plain old chocolate icing donuts. They don't even have glazed donuts. Apparently, the bakery has all the icings to make the donuts, but the don't have the dough needed to make the donuts. Hm.
I end up grabbing the only box of mini cake donuts and make my way to the cashiers, but a box of cinnamon rolls catches my eye and makes me think how happy Ryan would be to have those gooey cinnamon rolls. At this time, as I pick up the box of gooey cinnamon rolls, the box of mini chocolate donuts miraculously grows a pair of wings and FLIES out of my hands, only to immediately crash on the floor. The package somehow opened up and 24 mini donuts were rolling around the floor at Publix. All this, plus Publix didn't even have the complimentary coffee brewing yet.
So there were no free donuts, no more mini choc late donuts, and most horrifying, no coffee.
The day turned slightly better....I realized we had cups. Red Solo cups left over from a recent party. Yes, I drank my coffee black out of a red solo plastic cup. The movers came at noon, left at 8:00pm, damaged two pieces of furniture (chips), and we didn't get back to our Charleston hotel room until well after 11pm. Moving sucks.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Ahhhhh...
Monday morning started with this:
Followed by this:
And no, they weren't kidding when they said "la la land...."
Followed by this:
Ginger and Lemongrass Rub:
2 hours
Be prepared to be sent off to "la la land." You will begin with a brisk rub down with freshly grated ginger, lemongrass and warmed detoxifying oils. We'll wrap you and let you bake peacefully for 20 minutes. Then we will unwrap you, brush off the ginger and lemongrass and massage for 90 minutes. (We will be there to lend a hand when you can't remove yourself from the table.)
And no, they weren't kidding when they said "la la land...."
Sunday, April 15, 2007
P-A-R-T-Y
Ryan and I threw ourselves a moving/going away party this past weekend!
BBQ from a local restaurant + GREAT weather + lots of terrific friends + waaaay too much drink leads to photos that look like these:
Photos that make no sense. Photos that are blurry. And a photo of someone drinking something vaguely known as 'hash.' (You don't want to know.)
My new rules for a party: The host should never drink so much that she becomes a sloppy drunk (too much laughter, to the point that I couldn't talk clearly. And let's not forget the last vodka shot...which I ended up wearing. on my face-I'm still cringing). Still, it was so much fun and I'm super glad everyone came out!
Let's do it again in DE...
BBQ from a local restaurant + GREAT weather + lots of terrific friends + waaaay too much drink leads to photos that look like these:
Photos that make no sense. Photos that are blurry. And a photo of someone drinking something vaguely known as 'hash.' (You don't want to know.)
My new rules for a party: The host should never drink so much that she becomes a sloppy drunk (too much laughter, to the point that I couldn't talk clearly. And let's not forget the last vodka shot...which I ended up wearing. on my face-I'm still cringing). Still, it was so much fun and I'm super glad everyone came out!
Let's do it again in DE...
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Randoms
Really, what's the purpose of blogging if you don't have any news to spread? I feel like I should post SOMETHING, even if it borders the mundane. What do people want to know? About what I do with my time?
This weekend...we spent the weekend in North Carolina with my parents (a last trip before we head up to the Land of Silos), and we woke up to a winter wonderland. Except it's not winter. The juxtaposition of green grass & white snow doesn't gel (not that it's supposed to). I learned a little more about my parents and how they grew up and find it all fascinating (of course my parents probably don't).
Yesterday was a bore (except for the people coming to look at the house...they were more than an hour late).
Today I'm finally getting my hair cut. I can't stand it. It's been eons since I last had it cut (see birthday photo to understand why I'm super excited about much needed haircut).
And today I'm going to see my very first tennis match!!
More to come...
This weekend...we spent the weekend in North Carolina with my parents (a last trip before we head up to the Land of Silos), and we woke up to a winter wonderland. Except it's not winter. The juxtaposition of green grass & white snow doesn't gel (not that it's supposed to). I learned a little more about my parents and how they grew up and find it all fascinating (of course my parents probably don't).
Yesterday was a bore (except for the people coming to look at the house...they were more than an hour late).
Today I'm finally getting my hair cut. I can't stand it. It's been eons since I last had it cut (see birthday photo to understand why I'm super excited about much needed haircut).
And today I'm going to see my very first tennis match!!
More to come...
Monday, April 2, 2007
Looking UP?
A school in Delaware sent me an envelope with the word "Congratulations" written across the bottom edge!
The un-mentioned school is my second choice...I'm also in for my 3rd choice (a 1-2 year wait before starting classes though), and while I haven't received anything in writing yet, there was a verbal, "there's nothing stopping us from not accepting you" from my 4th choice school. (The 4th choice school is behind the 3rd choice school because it is a private religious school...ie $$$.)
No celebrating yet though...There's still school number one that I'm waiting to hear back from...Keep your fingers crossed!
The un-mentioned school is my second choice...I'm also in for my 3rd choice (a 1-2 year wait before starting classes though), and while I haven't received anything in writing yet, there was a verbal, "there's nothing stopping us from not accepting you" from my 4th choice school. (The 4th choice school is behind the 3rd choice school because it is a private religious school...ie $$$.)
No celebrating yet though...There's still school number one that I'm waiting to hear back from...Keep your fingers crossed!
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