So life got busy and three months went by and I didn't put finger to keyboard for three months....well, not in my blog. I DID email, do my banking, search zillow constantly, facebook, pinterest, and "surf the world wide web" (yes, I was alive when the Internet was created and we called it the world wide web), but I didn't spew my daily crazy on here for three months. Don't worry, won't drag it out.
My relationship with wine is as solid as ever. We're like this - *twists pointer and cussing finger into a lock* Reaffirmed that I don't care for sweet wine, and have no use for it.
Coffee and I are also the best of friends. My french press cusses me each morning at how early I wake it.
Our lease was up, FINALLY, in March and we're month to month while looking for a new home...think we found one. This is a nice home and our landlord is a nice enough guy, but I can't wait to get the fuck out of this neighborhood.
Hubby traveled for eleven weeks since I last blogged. He's been home about a month and is gone again today through the next six days. There are boxes everywhere, packing going on constantly, and a thrill in knowing we're moving. I'm excited about this move because even though it's local (shit, we all know I'm a Florida girl, can't imagine life NOT in Velcro), we're picking this one together. Our first house (after our first apartment) was really my pick. Loved it and he didn't. This house was Stephen's pick. We were separating and trying to reconcile, and he signed a lease on this house before we reconciled. Wherever we wind up, the next home will be a family pick. And that excites me!
Mom had a birthday, my niece had a birthday, both of our sons had birthdays, we celebrated our adoption anniversary, we held the Justice for Ashley Bunco Fundraiser, my sister-in-law moved to NYC, and we celebrated Easter in the last three months. You know us, family family family. And aware of how blessed we are!
My stepson is coming to live with us. That makes me happy for so many reasons. I absolutely cannot wait.
Clung to Prozac as long as I could and then was switched to Zoloft. I don't really like it, but psychiatrist wants me to stay on it six more weeks. Yeah, I don't think so......well, fine, but you WILL give me Prozac back.
Started walking again - that makes me a happy Mandy. I love walking and sunshine and the release of stress that it gives me. Don't run, I'm not a runner, but I sure love walking.
Guess that's about it.........for now
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