A couple of things.

Remember a month ago, when I said we'd have our assignment the next day?

Ha ha ha.

Ha Ha.

HA.

(Read that in the voice of someone teetering on the edge of their sanity.)

I suppose we'll know where we're headed sometime before the movers come. And that's about the only assumption I feel safe in making anymore.

So.


In other news, Josh is away for a couple of weeks and the kids and I are plugging away at our final quarter of school.

Know what we're going to do for school next year?
Yeah, me neither.
Because I don't know where I'll be living.

Derek is signed up to play baseball for the first time, and I'm hoping that Wii Sports has been enlightening enough that he knows which way to run when (if?) he hits the ball. Practices start this week, and I'm wondering if I can request that my tiny infant baby be allowed to play with a squishy ball because I'm worried he may get hurt.

He is not on board with that plan.

But do you know how hard those little balls are?

Alex isn't signed up for any sports this season, because they didn't offer any that don't involve a ball. She requires all of her activities to be free of projectiles.

Now you can consider yourself up-to-speed on my super exciting life.

Cherry Blossoms

While Korea has some scenic locations, the majority of the cities would not be what you might refer to as pleasing to the eye.

And by that, I mean that our city is kind of ugly.

You know. Unattractive. Unkempt. Dirty looking.

However, we have reached the one week out of the year where it is not quite as ugly as normal.
I bring you, That Street with the Cherry Blossoms.

Thank you, Songtan, for our week of pretty trees.
It doesn't make up for the other 51, but it's better than nothing.

update.

And that's why they call them rumors.

Remember last week when I pretty much said we'd get our assignment the next day?

Yeah, I was wrong about that.

And every day since then, when I've thought that surely we'd get our assignment the next day? Yep, wrong again. And again.

And again.

A short list of things I am fairly certain of:

1) In 3-ish months, we'll be moving to a new continent.



Consider yourself up-to-date.


ps. Josh has been in the Air Force for almost 15 years.
One might assume we'd be accustomed to this waiting process to find out what comes next.
One would be mistaken.
I find it draining.
Here's hoping we'll have some news...sometime.

Rumor has it

...that this might be the last night we spend wondering where we'll be living for the next few years.

Which would be nice, because as it gets closer to the time that assignments should be released, I find it gets harder and harder to stop thinking about it.

What will we do for the kids' schooling next year? Alex wants to take gymnastics-- will there be a place for that near our next base? Should I buy that heavy winter coat that's on sale for Derek, or will we be living in a warm climate?

See! Daily life is full of reminders that I don't know where we're moving to in July. And so, if the Great Big Air Force in the Sky would like to pass along that info, I am ready to receive it.

Maybe. I think.

Because what if it's some terrible place to which I don't want to move? Then maybe ignorance is bliss.

Life is so complicated. ;)


So other than that tiny detail hanging about in the back of my mind, it's life as usual. Oh, and it's warming up! Yea!

I've had a two-week long passionate affair with Netflix, as the base has been running an exercise that had Josh getting up at 3-something each morning and going to bed at 8pm. What else is a gal to do when she's all alone for 4 hours each night?

Unfortunately, we can only get the Korean version of Netflix which I must say does not offer as robust a selection as the American one. Yes, yes. First world problems.

Here are three photos from my phone so that this post doesn't seem as short as it actually is.


The kids on the street by our church.

Streets in Korea are synonymous with parking lots.
And sidewalks are synonymous with both streets and parking lots.
And to drive here is to experience road rage.

Here's Alex's cheerleading squad at practice.

It's been nice for her to have some other girls to hang with.


This guy is still a mama's boy. He loves his mama, and he loves bacon burgers from the bowling alley.

And I love him!


Alright, I'm off to bed in hopes of waking up tomorrow to some news.
And if we don't get any news tomorrow, do you know what I am going to do?!?

That's right.

I'm going to wait until the next day.

Repeat, as needed.

Hello from the other side...

...of the world.

We're still here in Korea. In the winter. Being cold.

The kids are disappointed that we have not gotten much snow at all this winter. The most we got was on Thanksgiving morning, and since then it's just been flurries every now and then.

To make it up to them, we went to a nearby sledding hill where they make snow. Josh had taken a day of leave during the week and we were literally the only people there.

The guy running it was very nice, and tried to cater the music they played to us. Lots of AC/DC and songs from the Frozen soundtrack.

It's the thought that counts, right?


Between cheerleading, basketball, and AWANA, the kids' schedules are forcing me out of my hermit-hood. I suppose it's for the best since they tend to get a little stir-crazy hanging out in the apartment.
We've also met some new friends that we meet up with at the base gym to get more wiggles out.

Today I was contemplating this strange fact:
Any day now, Josh will get an e-mail.
This e-mail will tell him that he has a new assignment in the personnel system.
Then, he will log in to said system and find out where we are going to live for the next few years.

I know that's how the system works-- it's just when I stop to think about it, it seems like an odd thing to consider. Some e-mail arriving who-knows-when will tell me where I'll be living 5 months from now.

The military life is never dull.

Except, of course, when it is.

So. Speaking of dull.

Think warm thoughts.

It's been a while! Like usual.
Christmas has come and gone, and so has our lovely vacation to Boracay Island in the Philippines.

It was so beautiful. And warm. Hot even.

I'm trying to conjure up what that felt like as I sit wrapped in blankets on the couch. We are just now coming out of a super cold spell here in Korea. On Sunday morning, when we left for church, it was 1 degree outside with a wind chill of negative 12.

You can all admire our dedication for getting out there anyway, but the truth is that we were signed up to teach the Sunday school class for the kids and had no choice. We have been known to conduct a little home-church in our living room when weather or circumstances make me lazier than normal.  Josh prepares a lesson, I choose the worship songs off of you-tube, and we gather in our jammie-jam-jammerkins.

Is it normal to nickname pajamas?
I fear not.

Anyway, things started to warm up to above freezing today*, so I kicked the kids outside at the first opportunity.

Homeschooling with "indoor recess" and restless children can grate on one's nerves, as you might imagine.
I bribed them to stay out with hot chocolate, and indicated that I would be more generous with marshmallows the longer they stayed outside.

*To retain blogular accuracy, I should note that I wrote this post a couple of days ago, but didn't have time to upload pics until now.

One thing I've been grateful for during this cold streak is that our cars sleep in a garage that stays around 45-50 degrees. Without going outside we can get right into a car that doesn't need much warming up. It almost makes up for the fact that all the Korean drivers are always trying to kill me.

I realize that is a stereotype.

I stand by that statement.

Alex lost a couple of teeth a week or so ago, and as we were sneaking won under her pillow, I wondered what the Korean version of the tooth fairy is. In the US we have the fairy, in Spain there was a little mouse (Ratoncito Pérez), and in Korea...I don't know.

So I made up a version in my mind and it was a Little Guy in the shape of a garlic clove who drives around on a motorcycle cutting everyone off and trying to kill me.

Alright, I just googled it.
If we are to believe everything we read on the internet, then here is the answer to the mystery:

Children in Korea throw their tooth on the roof of their house and sing, “Blackbird, blackbird, my old tooth I give to you.  Bring me a new tooth.”

I do wonder about the veracity of that, as the great majority of people here seem to live in towering apartment buildings. Not sure how they get their teeth up to the roof.

We have officially passed the halfway point of our Korean assignment. Time flies, eh? We still have no idea of where we will be moving this summer, but should hear something in the next month or two. In the meantime, if Kim Jung Un would just chill out with all his toys it would make our lives a bit easier. Every time North Korea is in the news, you can know that the folks here are working ridiculous hours and things become annoying.

And now, without further delay, we shall all take in the beauty of Boracay Island.
Fact: I did not know that the islands of the Philippines were so gorgeous.
Fact: I would never have thought to travel there.
Fact: One of Josh's co-workers told us about Boracay and we said: "Okay."

We were treated to amazing sunsets every evening.

We ate lots of food. A meal for the 4 of us ran around 15-25 USD.

Derek really wanted to try a coconut. He didn't like it.

Surf was higher at this beach on the north side of the island, but the colors were still perfect.

View from the top

Our favorite activity was a sail on a paraw. (it's a double outrigger sailboat)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing but net...between our butts and the sea.

 



 

 

 

 

The water-- I can't handle the color of the water.



 

 

I mean, is this a pool or the Pacific?



 

 

 

 

Fruit shakes. Every day. Twice a day. Or more.

There's a whole mango in there.



 

 

Breakfast in Paradise was included with our hotel. I want to eat there every day for the rest of my life. 

 

 

I must call your attention to the little huts on the right. Those are the massage tents. At night, the drapes are lowered, the fans blow a little breeze, and Josh and I got 5 massages. We had some included in our package, and the extras we felt obligated to throw in because where else will you find an hour long massage for under 10USD. 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

Derek enjoying a Cookies-N-Cream crepe.



 

 

 

 

This is one way to enter or leave Spider House restaurant.

 



 

 

Riding in a trike taxi. It's like a motorcycle with a sidecar.

 



 

 

This was on the ferry over to the island. In order to get to the Philippines, we took 1) A city bus to Incheon Airport in Seoul, 2) a 4-hour flight to Manila, 3) a 1-hour flight to Caticlan, 4) a 3-minute van ride to the ferry port, 5) a 15-minute ferry to Boracay, 6) a 15-minute van ride to the hotel.

 

Worth it.

 



 

 Aaaaand, now I want to go back.