Changes and other meanderings...

Yes, this is just to remind you that I am indecisive. Think of this blog as a reflection of self. That I am still trying to find myself. No. Don't think of me that way. um....

Let's IMAGINE that I'm a 17 year old trying to find myself. Yeah! And that...um...I'm experimenting with the world outside of my comfort zone. Experimentation can be a great learning tool.

I cannot promise that this will be the last change I make, but I can guarantee that by the end of the year I will have my own URL and will make the page exactly how I want it. Instead of trying to piece together another person's design and make it work the way I want.

In other news, we've been in this internal battle over whether or not we should move. When we should move, and how the hell we're going to be able to afford to move. We were putting that all on hold, since I'm going to squeeze a baby out of my butt in 3 months and all, and instead I found what sounded like a GREAT apartment that was in our price range. Even though we knew it might be a long shot we decided to at least go look at it. Thank god we did. We now know that we would have been pining over the imaginary splendor the apartment that never was. This place was a dump. Maybe not a total dump, but close enough. and to top it off, the landlord was kind of a bitch.

We couldn't figure out if she was that way all of the time or if it was us. But she definetely didn't feel all that friendly. And she didn't seem to take the greatest care of the outside either. and NO DISHWASHER! OMG! So...we now can relax. We're not moving...at least not yet.

And to end this on a funny note - my husband is ruthless. Whether it's for a good cause or not. And so incredibly sharp witted to think of these things when he does. I would spend year planning on saying the things he says to people and NEVER remember to say them. or be too chicken.

He went to walk the dog this afternoon. He takes Tundra to go next to the dumpster inside of the condo fencing, but there is a hole in the fence and a sidewalk on the other side of the fence.

As Tundra was doin' her thang a little scottish terrier, not on a leash, showed up from around the fence and got Tundra all excited. The owner jogged up behind him and said very politely to my honey, "Don't worry. He won't bite."

My sweetie replies, "No problem. I don't mind if he does."

"Really?" the jogger enthusiastically replies.

"Yeah, sure. I'm a personal injury lawyer. I deal with dog bites all of the time, so I'm not worried about myself if I were to get bitten by a dog not on a leash."

Did my husband take on another career when I wasn't looking? No, I don't think so. Nope...I'm pretty sure he's just a bastard when someone is an idiot who can't follow the law. He's so cool.

Look Mommy, a birdie!  

ha ha! I've taken Mommy's spot on the couch!