We just got back from the apartment complex pool party. It was a full on BBQ with everything you could want. They had games for the kids; fill the bucket with a sponge relay race, child and parent water balloon toss, egg races. I tossed the balloon with Baby Grr, another adult offered to help with Bubbaloo. One of me, two of them. If only I could split in two, or three, or ten. They gave prizes to the winners and candy was handed out freely. Baby Grr won a set of goggles and a diving toy in the shape of a squid, Bubbaloo won a mini beach ball with an american flag theme to it and a shiny red SLAP BRACELET. Okay seriously, where did those things go? They were all the rage and then died out. I clearly remember slapping the hell out of friends on the playground, those things were violent but fun.
(They came in all those nifty designs, however I'm not sure why a grown man would wear one^)
The managers of this complex are just amazing, fun and friendly, willing to help you if you have a problem. When the ambulance came they stopped by my door to see if I needed any assistance with anything, freely gave out parking passes to my family so they could be here to help me. I wish I didn't have to move but with no job anymore and the pending divorce there is just no way to cover the rent. I'd like to stay, that would be awesome, but it makes no sense to try.
I haven't liked an apartment complex as much as I have liked this place, even the military housing at Fort Drum wasn't half as nice even though it was bigger. In fact the place in Steilacoom wasn't 1/10 as good, it was also larger, though Steilacoom had more town fairs which were nice to go to, spend a whole Saturday and spend nothing but still have fun. Or at least the kids and I always had fun, I can't speak for anyone else. I guess thats the toss up of finding a place, each one has its perks. Let's hope wherever the Army sends me, I will have as good of an experience as I've had this time around, I highly doubt it, but one can wish.
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