Thursday, April 30, 2009

Apartment Hunting

Hello US Americans and greetings from "The Land of the Morning Calm". I am living in a hotel outside the friendly confines of borrowed American soil and I have come to a difficult conclusion: I need to find an apartment! Its not like living in a hotel is all that bad. Maids are good, free utilities are ok, but it is time to spread my wings. So tomorrow (today US time) I will begin the hunt for the greatest apartment on the peninsula (and that will be a tough stretch as I hear Dear Leader Kim Jong ll as a pretty sweet pad.) Here is where you come in. I will be posting pictures of the apartments I see and you will vote on the winner! (Actually you will have a vote towards the winner as will I. Though my vote will be stronger as I am halfway around the world and no one save my beautiful wife will ever visit me here.) Let the hunt begin!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

FYI...

The laundry turned out fine. I have discovered that sorting is overrated. You are welcome world.

Friday, April 24, 2009

The weekend is here...sort of.

Well, my first full week in the land of the morning calm has come to an end. As I look out my window upon freedom's frontier I offer you these observations:

1. I have a load of laundry currently spinning in the "laundromat". As I was figuring out how to operate the washer I realized how much I truly appreciate how well Melissa takes care of me. Lets be honest, my whole adult life I have had my laundry taken care of. At The Citadel laundry consisted of stuffing my soiled and undesirables into a bag, filling out a ticket, and dropping said bag from the 4th story of Stevens Barracks to be collected by some sweaty knobs and dutifully sent to the laundry shop where it would returned on Friday cleaned and pressed. Then following my move to Germany I developed "levels of clothing cleanliness" which allowed to cut back the number of total washes which, coupled with Frau Kieselmaier sneaking into my apartment to clean and launder left very little laundry done on my own. But as is always the case being spoiled by clean laundry for the last four and a half years I yearn for that fresh out of the dryer smell. So, I decided to do a load. I was going to separate the clothing by colors and type, but figured to save time I would just throw it all in together. 15 more minutes and I will see how it will all turn out.

2. Today I got an awesome haircut! Period! Maybe one of the 20 best haircuts in my life. The thing about getting haircuts on army posts in the states is that they are all mostly staffed by Koreans. And lets just say the finished product isn't always top notch. So I was a little weary getting my first wig snip over here. I gave my standard "I don't want a high and tight" and she actually listened. I was so happy when she finished that I turned down the post hair cut massage (which, for the record, would not in any circumstances resulted in any happy endings) so she would not reconsider and put the blade back to my head. The haircut was a good ending to a busy week.

Now I can enjoy my weekend...wait, never mind, I am working this weekend...boo.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Thoughts of the day...


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Busy day at work today...without fail whenever you have to inventory Uncle Sam's war machine it is either a- raining, b- windy, c-cold, or d- all of the above. Today was an all of the above kind of day. Have my cell phone up and running...Korean ringtones include: "Step by Step" and "Hanging Tough" by the NKOTB, "Superfreak", "Uptown Girl", and 1999's "She’s so High"-- very eclectic stuff. My sleep cycle is slowly returning to normal but it is still hard to relate to those of you living in the past. Monday was a pretty good day...enjoy it!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Hello from the Future


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And so it begins! Nothing pumps me up more than the thought of 15 hours on an airplane. Compound that with knowing I will not see my beautiful girls for almost a year resulted in a difficult day to say the least. In the end I traveled for 28 hours from home to hotel losing a day of my life and ending up 14 hours in the future. This blog will follow a me, a modern day time traveler, as I spend a year upon freedom's frontier. Commie Pinkos beware!