Sneaking One In January 11, 2009
Posted by Moonstruck Mommy in Life, moving.Tags: christmas, family, Heater, Holiday, Home, Life, moving, New Year, remodel, Sahara, Stove
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OK, so we are in the process of packing, moving, unpacking, remodeling, and living… and I am actually not loosing it too bad. Right now I am at the old place getting the last of the stuff. Well, actually the boys are getting the stuff and I am supposed to be paying the bills. hehe We have almost everything over at the new place, but none of it is put away.
Well, ok, here is what happened… for Christmas we went to see my family in Santa Maria and then came back to celebrate here. At this point we still weren’t sure when the house was going to be ready, so Angat and his family decided to plan a trip to Vegas for New Years. We dropped Nayana off with my mom, but brought Jasdeep because it was going to be 4 days. Vegas was fun… I met my new best friend China (I’ll bet you can guess her line of work), I was invited by some guy to go smoke weed outside the Sahara and offered $5000 by another to do, well I didn’t ask for any details. Then the stupid Vikings lost and I got to see my husband cry over something lamer then me with country songs. Overall, crazy weekend!
As soon as we got back from Vegas we were met by my mom and Nayana and our new house! We immediately started moving stuff in and making plans to change things. I totally adore the place and the first night we were there Nayana said “I love my new house” So cute!! I took before pictures and as soon as we get the Internet over there I will post them up. We already got a new water heater, a new kitchen sink and faucet thingy, and a new stove.
Hopefully we will get all hooked up soon because I really miss you guys!! It is getting serious…
Moonstruck Mommy
Big Plans for New Year’s Eve! December 17, 2008
Posted by Moonstruck Mommy in Life.Tags: bad news, christmas, Holidays, in laws, moving, New Year, New Year's Eve
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So, it turns out we wont be moving on the 20th. We get the keys on the 31st, which also happens to be the last day we can be in our apartment. Does this make sense to anyone????
OK, I guess I have to give some back story… Angat’s dad purchased the townhouse for us (because his parents really love to be controlling) and we will be paying him 700 a month until it is paid, so roughly 15 years. This was all fine with me because I knew we would probably end up moving out of there before then anyways and I just want a house! Plus, it’s all mine when they die. (oh snap! just joking people)
So, Mohan (Angat’s dad) has to go to India for a couple weeks and he tells us he is going to finish it all when he comes back and we will move on the 20th. He even called to make sure we put in our 30 day notice to the apartment place. Then, while he is in India Angat’s mom tells us they aren’t even beginning to move out until after Christmas and we will get the key when they are done. While I actually think it makes sense for them to have their Christmas there, I don’t understand why were we told something totally different? I would have set up my Christmas stuff and I defintiely would not have let Angat tell the apartment we would be out by the 31st!!! Now we are going to have such a fun New Year’s Eve…. moving our entire house! Will movers even work on New Year’s Eve? I am going to need something stronger then Motrin for this headache…
Moonstruck Mommy
a new month, an old memory November 1, 2008
Posted by Moonstruck Mommy in History, Life.Tags: accident, christmas, dad, death, memory, november, ocean, OJ Simpson, personal, Random, teacher
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Happy November!
Well, I don’t know how to start this post, so I figured a picture is worth a thousand words.
This is my dad, my little sister, and me at Christmas of 1989. He was such an amazing father. He loved to play with us and teach us things and encourage the hell out of us. When he was a stay at home dad he would bring me hunting, fishing, chopping wood, and all sorts of other great outdoorsy things. Today is his birthday. He would have been 51. For some reason his birthday always makes me think of that other day.
I was nine years old and a week into summer vacation. My dad, my 4th grade teacher, her husband, and her brother-in-law left to go fishing early in the morning; some ungodly hour I honestly didn’t even know existed until all-nighters in college and late-night feedings of newborns. I spent the day around the corner at my cousins’ house being extremely entertained by some idiot in a white Bronco trying to run from the police. I can remember my 9 year old brain thinking “If he didn’t do anything he wouldn’t be running” and “Does he really think he can get away…. There are news helicopters following him?!?” After a while I noticed that the phone was ringing an awful lot and all the adults were standing in the kitchen. I won’t go into the whole thing, mostly because I can’t, but it was bad news. There was a boating accident a couple miles off the coast and he was dead. My dad, his best friend, and my 4th grade teacher were all dead. A little note of sick irony-when my mom first told me that my dad had died I desperately wanted school to start again so that I could see Mrs. Kirchhof, then my mom told me she died too. Fan-fucking-tastic.
As it turns out Mrs. Kirchhof’s husband, Kyle, was the only one to survive because he tried to swim back for help. The other 3 waited and ended up getting hypothermia and eventually suffocating/drowning. I read in a newspaper that if they would have been wearing their life jackets properly they wouldn’t have died. I have no idea if it is true or not and I don’t plan on ever asking because, well, it makes me feel sick to think about.
I don’t know what the point of this post was, except maybe to just get some stuff out of my head. It has been 14 years since my dad died, but I can’t stop missing him like it was last month. Maybe I never will, maybe I have just been holding it all in too long…. who knows, but now I’ve let a little of it out, so let’s see how it goes. Hopefully I won’t let all the rest of the crazy spill out too…. Don’t want to scare anyone!
Moonstruck Mommy
