While driving down Granby (a street not unlike Blanding, for all you Jacksonville folk) the other day, I saw a homeless woman, hands stretched towards the heavens, gyrating her hips in rhythmic circles. As I got closer, I saw her eyes were closed and she was hula-hooping...in the median...in rush hour traffic....not caring about what anyone thought.
Random median news part two: on the same road, a little closer to our house, someone has placed bleachers in the medians. Bleachers? I don't get it, either. Now on to the important matters of today.
For the past week, I've been having these terrible headaches that radiate through the inner corners of my eye sockets, deep into my skull. At one point, it literally hurt to touch my face. Assuming the headaches to be sinus related, I ignored the pain and took over the counter meds when they got too bad. I was completely shocked to wake up Monday morning to a swollen, black eye! I had no idea what caused it so I made an appointment with my doctor which leads us into this morning...
I woke up earlier than I've woken up in a looooong time. 630am is NOT fun for those who usually snooze an extra 4 hours. After showering, I headed out the door to my appointment where I learned that there is nothing seriously wrong with me. As I suspected, my miserable headaches are allergy related and, come to find out, so is the black eye. There was/is an infection that caused the swelling and discoloration. The PA put me on a few different allergy medications and wrote a referral to get me screened since, apparently, Virginia is the allergy capital of the nation and I'm in for a surprise come Spring time. Oh, joy.
When I left the new offices, it wasn't even 830 and I was starving. I decided to stop by the Pancake House, a delicious restaurant that Adam and I tried on Sunday morning. (Stop judging me. No, two mornings in a row is NOT gluttonous!) The place is cozy and wasn't crowded at all so my breakfast was very peaceful. I relaxed and ate amazing pecan waffles and drank one and a half cups of coffee. I immediately went on base to get my three prescriptions filled. They don't have a drop off so I had to wait over an hour to hand them a slip then an additional 30 minutes for them to fill it. Granted, the base means my Rx's are FREE but man, do they find ways to make you pay for it. I had to pick up some hair product so I stopped by the NEX (Naval EXchange) and bought a few necessary items...and maybe a thing or two (or three) for myself. Adam happened to be taking lunch at that exact time so we met up in the food court for an unplanned lunch-date. This month is Mustache March so all the guys in the squadron are attempting to grow facial hair, so I lovingly teased Adam about his "reverse Hitler" (...a full mustache except for the patch right under his nose that refuses to grow hair).
I thought today was going to be a whole day off for us to meet with Todd, our mortgage-man, but I have to go into work. It's hard finding times where Adam and my schedules are both clear but house-hunting/buying will be postponed a little longer. I guess it's no big deal. The only other news on the home-buying front is that Adam and I have decided on a house on which we'd like to place an offer. It's a property that we've been in love with ever since the first time we walked through (almost a year ago) but have always waited in case something better came along. Well, nothing better has come along and it's been almost a year and we're ready. This is an older house in an older, well established neighborhood called Colonial Place. The house has tons of curb appeal and almost everything we want (minus the garage to park Adam's car). Of course, the home does come with it's issues but I think I prefer that. The house only has window units for A/C and radiators for heat. Once upon a time, someone stucco-ed the fireplace which, as soon as I can figure out how to fix it, will be my first major project. The kitchen is outdated with ancient appliances and there is only ONE bathroom in the entire house. Thinking from a strictly financial standpoint, we don't intend on staying in this house forever (and I doubt the military will let us) so after we update, adjust and modern-ize the house, it will be easy to sell at a price larger than what we intend to pay. I'm ready for things to fall into place.
I have to force myself to get ready for work, now. Ugggh.
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