Ok so...
It's been a month, I know, I'm a horrible, horrible person.
So anyway.
We almost moved to Mobile. That's right, we almost laid down the law and left. Problem, you ask?
Broly's parents threw the BIGGEST guilt trip I have ever seen and he decided it's what was best for Kaylin. (To stay that is) .... good news, you ask? There is!
This little scared prompted his parents to help us find a rather nifty little house that we will be moving into next month. Yummy.
Now, to other news. It's this time of year again. I'm happy and sad. Happy because myself, DeLoup, a Redneck, and even an Imp all celebrate ourselves during this month. (Or, well, Imp the first day of next year, but still) Problem with that is I simply don't enjoy my birthday anymore. It makes me want to cry, quite honestly, to think that it's in 6 days. Because Two years ago in six days I was in the corner sobbing. Begging for it not to be true. It seems I am not going to be able to break myself of this delima, the yearly reminder of a friend lost. Maybe if it had happened any other way, any other day, it would be earier to forget.
Bah.
I didn't like this time of year before, and I think I am growing to hate it now.
I'm sorry Micah.
So anyway.
We almost moved to Mobile. That's right, we almost laid down the law and left. Problem, you ask?
Broly's parents threw the BIGGEST guilt trip I have ever seen and he decided it's what was best for Kaylin. (To stay that is) .... good news, you ask? There is!
This little scared prompted his parents to help us find a rather nifty little house that we will be moving into next month. Yummy.
Now, to other news. It's this time of year again. I'm happy and sad. Happy because myself, DeLoup, a Redneck, and even an Imp all celebrate ourselves during this month. (Or, well, Imp the first day of next year, but still) Problem with that is I simply don't enjoy my birthday anymore. It makes me want to cry, quite honestly, to think that it's in 6 days. Because Two years ago in six days I was in the corner sobbing. Begging for it not to be true. It seems I am not going to be able to break myself of this delima, the yearly reminder of a friend lost. Maybe if it had happened any other way, any other day, it would be earier to forget.
Bah.
I didn't like this time of year before, and I think I am growing to hate it now.
I'm sorry Micah.