Saturday, May 12, 2012
Another Week Come and Gone
I've been up to quite a lot this week, and I'm really not exaggerating or talking about a high volume of mundane tasks performed within the confines of my own home...no siree, this week I was social. I know, I know, what has gotten into me? But I ended up meeting up with a lady who I met through the Macdill AFB's ESC Facebook page for coffee at Starbucks on Thursday morning and we have been doing things ever since!
Time traveling back to Thursday morning, I nervously got into my car and blasted the radio in hopes of shaking my socially awkward self from consuming me during my meet up. I self consciously checked my hair, makeup, and teeth (yes, my teeth: kind of a paranoia of mine) umpteen times and slowly pulled into the Starbucks parking lot. There she was: her adorable pearly white Mazda, her cute little black flip flops with flowers on the top, and nothing like I ever would have expected. "A" is also an Air Force wife, but you see, she's married to a Master Sergeant...it was kind of extraordinary to me that the first wife to reach out to me was that of a Master Sergeant. The rest of those wives wouldn't give me the time of day and that's a fact. A treated me to my favorite Starbucks indulgence (Passion Tea Lemonade!) and we sat in that store for near 3 hours just talking about life. Military life, life as relatively newly weds, life away from our families, life away from the places we have spent our entire lives. Just life. And it was wonderful. I can't tell you how ecstatic I was to have finally talked with someone who gets what I'm feeling! She knows because she has been there...heck, she is there!
Somewhere along one of our bunny-trailed conversations, I got onto the topic about what a real stinker our landlord is. How he, essentially, doesn't give us the time of day and has yet to fix our leaky fridge, broken ceiling light in our living room, amongst many other inconveniences. Anyway, I got to talking about how our carpet is absolutely appalling: It's stained, it's coming up in places, it's stinky...upon first moving in, it looked like these carpets had been vacuumed maybe once since the house was built and not anytime close to when we had moved in. They are just nasty. But A, within the first few minutes of meeting me, offered up her carpet steamer's assistance whenever I felt like taking on the chore of cleaning them all. I was all over her offer. As our convo went on, I was explaining to her that our house looks really quite funny: Only our living room is fully furnished since we went through Rooms-To-Go, and the rest of our rooms have little to no furniture. I explained to her how we have been "camping out" in a sense since we have been sleeping on an air mattress since we moved in. She quickly told me about how she and her husband had just invested in a Tempur-Pedic mattress and had their old mattress and box spring just laying around in storage. That night, she and her husband dropped off both the carpet cleaner and the mattress at our house. I was so overwhelmed (to say the least). I'm sure I must have gotten annoying from thanking them so many times, but so far, people here aren't really...I don't know how to put it other than this: They really aren't hospitable. They really aren't nice. They really aren't generous or empathetic. This act of kindness was so out of the norm for me that it truly was overwhelming.
Needless for me to further elaborate, my back is sore and so are my arms. But our carpets are as clean as possible for being neglected and trampled on for so long (sounds like I'm referring to some object that actually has feelings ;-P). I snapped a picture for you all of the muddy murk that was suctioned from them...gives me the heeby-geebies just looking at it! Bleh!
Hubby and I headed over to A's house last night to assist her and her hubby in the building of a swing set for their niece coming to visit on Monday. We ended up doing a whole lot of talking about life, about yard work, about finances, about everything and I really enjoyed it. A and her husband are quite a bit older than Hubs and I, but it isn't awkward in the least. A lot of times I feel so out of place when trying to relate with couples older than myself because I feel like they (sometimes unconsciously) look down on us and treat us like we are children. A and her hubby don't do that: They speak to us like we are adults...like we are equal, which is so awesome to me, especially given the fact that he is a Master Sergeant. So for all of you wives out there who are sadly mistaken that you carry the same rank as your husband, maybe you can learn a thing or two from A: She was the first spouse to reach out to me here. This is what the Air Force community should be like!
We are planning to spend today at the beach...that is if Hubby and I can get along for more than 5 minutes (oh marriage is grand at times). Hope you guys have a wonderful weekend!