Musings and General Wonderments...

There's not much to say, really, so I'm just going to ramble...

I just found out, through our only cool neighbors, who are moving *sad*, that the owners of this place are getting a divorce and she wants this house back. Which means, best case scenario, we have to move at the end of the lease term.

I AM SO TIRED OF MOVING!

So tired that I actually put my grand piano on Craigslist. Because it's been moved 4 times in a little over a year, and you know what? I'm not doing it again. I refuse. I've paid hundreds, scratch that, thousands in moving expenses. I am not doing it again. I might just sell all my furniture too... ha, just kidding. I love my gorgeous, way overpriced furniture. I miss the lucrative income that was once associated with the construction biz, and I'm not parting with my remnants of times gone by. Save the piano. Take the damn thing. When we retire and we're not moving every ten minutes, or at least 4-5 months, I shall buy another one. Besides, construction is looking up, and we're officially building again. God, I've missed it.

Tomorrow is Kelly's second appointment at the big Army hospital about his foot. Seems they want to fuse every bone in his left foot together and lay him up for 6 months. Sounds like fun. He is going to be one cranky boy after about 2 weeks. Can't say I blame him...

Ava's speech is coming along swimmingly. I am proud to say that we can now add the word "crap" and "shut up" to her repertoire. I don't even KNOW where she heard the word shut up. Kelly and I never say stuff like that. On the flip side, she's an excellent tooth brusher and is also fond of flossing. You can't win them all, I'll take what I can get. At least she's sweet, and cute and usually polite. It covers a multitude of sins.

We learned last night, through dinner with said awesome, yet moving, neighbors, that Psycho-Betty has managed to alienate everyone in the neighborhood. That makes me feel better. It's nice to know there's a comaraderie among the Psycho-Betty haters. It's like being part in a secret club, or a gang of do-gooders, like Robin Hood and his Merry Men, defending the world against the wiles of Psycho-Betty and her husband, Decrepit-Red-Baron-Man. He is 30 years older than her. The going theory is that she married him expecting him to die. And he just won't. Good job, Decrepit-Red-Baron-Man. Good job. Make her miserable. Live to be 117.

Other than that, life is awesome. I couldn't ask for better. I love my little family so much. I'm so in love with the both of them... and the animals. Yes, even Lily. I am so enamored with my guy that my heart can't hold it all. I wish I could tell you all the ways, but that is saved for my other, private, blog. The one which only three get to read. But I can tell you that I have never met a more fiercely loyal man who tries harder to make his family happy and feel loved and safe and secure. The details of that... well, you three know.