Moveing, again

Well, in the military you move. A lot. I, for one, hate the move but like the excitement of the move. I hate not being able to find baby wipes and underwear, spoons and remotes. Things get lost and broken, but 'changing' isn't that bad.

We've just moved from a town 45 miles away, onto base. We have never lived on base for personal reasons. I'm sure it will be interesting. One neighbor 'B & A' have two kids that are nice (9 and 11 I think) and they seem pleasant as well. 'A' seems like a real sweet heart and they have a HUGE dog that is really nice. They moved in at the same time I did (same day) so will be here for the rest of the time we are. The other side of us is 'T', and his wife (whose name has slipped my mind), and they're two boys (15? and 10-ish). So no kids Kayla's age, but my friend Chels lives in my back yard basically and they have a daughter close to K's age, so that will be nice.

The hospital and BX are all right here and J wont have to commute for over an hour each way every day.

Being on base is kind of hard when he is gone. Obviously, there are people in uniform all over and for the most part it doesn't bug me. But I have my days that I want to cry at the sight of the uniform. Only 4.5 more months...... 'only'.

Kayla is now gone and in WI until July with grandma and grandpa C. She's having so much fun I don't think that she is going to want to come home!! :) So it's just me and Benji. Casey has mvoed out to stay in the Valley near his work and is living with some 'crazy' chick (so I've been told). I've gotten the house almost all unpacked and have only lost one remote in the move, not bad.