2 posts tagged “jeep”
We went for a drive today. Living in Roanoke is good for a few things. For starters, the Appalachian Trail is very close if you're a hiker. In addition, the Blue Ridge Parkway is just right around the corner. So today we took a drive north on the parkway to a place called Peaks of Otter National Recreation Area. It's a very beautiful, scenic drive, and we managed to get a few good pictures. Once leaving the Peaks of Otter, we continued north a few miles to a scenic overlook, where we discovered a gravel trail. We followed the trail for about an hour until it put us out at Cave Mountain Lake. We took the jeep, and eventually we put the top down, which made for a beautiful experience.
Here are the pictures:
http://picasaweb.google.com/tschooler/PeaksOfOtter
I've got an early report tomorrow. 5:45 to be precise. It's now 11:33pm. I love to fly. I hate to work. No, not really. I just hate being away from home so much. I need a corporate flying job that doesn't involve so much time away.
Anyway, today involved laziness for a while, and then we got busy. Not in that sense.
We unpacked a bunch of boxes, took out the empties, set up the Christmas tree, and bought a shredder. We left our old shredder in Phoenix.
We left a lot of stuff in Phoenix. We still can't find our silverware, and we've been here for a month. We still have a few more boxes to unpack, but it's not looking good. I can't believe the movers forgot to pack the damn silverware.
I've got J's Christmas present in my Jeep. I really don't have any other good places to put it. I can leave it in there and it will be fine, but I've got to wrap it eventually. I guess when I get back on Thursday...maybe.
So she got a call today from the hospital. They offered her the job, albeit at $21 an hour. Just for reference, she was making $28 in Phoenix. I guess that's to be expected, but it still sucks. Oh well, at least it's a job. And it's what she wants to do. The most important thing is for her to be doing what she wants to do while I'm away all of the time. If she were unhappy, things would really suck with me being away.
Time to iron the shirt. I hate ironing shirts. But I hate having wrinkled shirts even more than I hate ironing. I guess that's the Army in me.
Speaking of the Army, I've come to the realization that I miss it. That pisses me off. This "grass is always greener" bullshit sucks. No matter what you do, you always think that something else is better. Not that I think the Army is better, 'cause it's certainly not. I just miss the camaraderie, the paycheck, the flying, and the people. Oh well.
Back to that shirt. Tomorrow nite I'll be in Manchester, NH.
