More Adventures in Moving

A quick flash back to that car seat:





And pictures of the new house: (sorry they are out of focus. User error- I turned off the auto focus and then forgot to turn it on OR manually focus.. )





The upstairs loft (den area):



Backyard:



View from the upstairs master balcony:

That is a nature preserve and beyond that is Pendleton- you can hear the bombs going off daily. Sorta sounds like thunder in the distance.. cept it doesn't rain here. The backyard is only green thanks to the innovation called automatic sprinkler systems.

The thing that looks like a dirt road is a fire break. The smaller things are trails.



Kitchen:



Room next to the kitchen, we'll be using it as a family room :



Dining room /living room area: (view from/what you walk into from the front door) :



Our stuff arriving- in those wooden crates on 3 trucks :


What they did as their "Military unpacking" and actually, this picture was taken after I'd already started cleaning it up in the heat of the moment:
The second room they did this in- note the overturned wagon of blocks-

Took them less than 12 minutes to make that much of a mess and about 2 milliseconds after seeing that for me to absolutely FLIP out on them. And they called their supervisor, put me on the phone with him, who told me they were doing what they were supposed to do as part of a "military unpack" and told I was being unreasonable.

UNREASONABLE? !!!!????!!!!
I'LL SHOW YOU UNREASONABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After the week I'd had starting with the vomit/flat tire car trip, followed by a week of record heat living in a hotel, the day before's plane adventures, getting up at the crack of dawn to meet them in the morning, but then waiting 5 hours for them to show up, trying to entertain the kids in an empty house...... I was MORE that ready to be unreasonable. In fact, I'd have flung a bucket of vomit at them if I didn't think it'd make more of a mess...

It was after 10 pm pacific time (think 1 am east cost) and the kids were tired and whiny and they couldn't find the hardware to put our furniture together, much less put the beds or crib together. I was feeling less than patient or understanding and when they started DUMPING boxes when I asked them to put the beds together. They tell me they can't find the hardware, nothing they can do. I say "THEN FIND the hardware" and so the dumping boxes was their way of finding it. Would you believe the hardware was taped to the furniture it belonged to? ARGH!!!!!!

Oh, and Larry's guns didn't arrive with the rest of our stuff and they couldn't explain why.

The supervisor did come the next AM (to deliver the guns which were found) as did the military inspector who was called the next morning. After that rendezvous, the moving company sent out 2 people who did clean it up (some) and another guy was sent to put our furniture together. Oh, and the supervisor changed his tune from "well, that is what military unpacking is, we just put it on the floor and you clean it up" to "I'm sorry, that isn't what should have happened"

Humph. I win.

And since they also got the carpets BLACK, I am getting them re-cleaned and they will be paying the bill.
I win again.