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What day is this?

I’ve been walking around pretty much in a stupor lately. I haven’t been blogging. I haven’t been checking my Google Reader (I did just now and the count scares me). I have been showering so that’s at least some points towards sanity. What have I been doing? HOUSE HUNTING What I should be calling theContinue reading “What day is this?”

We’re headed to…(drumroll)

Finally! The suspense is over, for you and me! I was going to post Friday night where we thought we were going (D.C.) and just pray that word didn’t change before we got official notification. Things happened the way they normally do when you plan on doing something and I didn’t have enough time toContinue reading “We’re headed to…(drumroll)”

Jaded and cynical? Yes. Surprised? No.

Yesterday I said that we’d be finding out where we’re going today. One more day, remember? Of course, that was a stretch of the truth. Technically speaking the powers that be did input his assignment into the system today. My guess is they did it at 4:29 pm. It should generate and kick out anContinue reading “Jaded and cynical? Yes. Surprised? No.”

24-36-Never

One day left. That’s what we’ve been told. That’s what they, who break promises like the government, have promised us. Har har. We will be pulling up chalks and moving in as little as six weeks and we still don’t know our new address. Not only have we not found a house, we don’t evenContinue reading “24-36-Never”

She chose red

I mentioned yesterday that Reagan broke her arm Friday night. It was a very interesting end to a pretty interesting day. After returning from strawberry picking, which included almost running out of gas and finding out our next possible city of residence, we prepared for our Pity Party. We had invited neighbors over for anContinue reading “She chose red”

Strawberry Fields

Friday the girls and I went strawberry picking! Organic, home-grown, sweet, juicy strawberries. We picked for a while before our basket was full. What am I saying? I picked for a while; the girls picked for about five minutes and then decided they just wanted to supervise. My prize pick: That’s odd. They swear toContinue reading “Strawberry Fields”