- I located a house I liked and got my husband's stamp of approval via email. With my power of attorney in hand, I closed on the house. So, now when I fill out surveys I get to check "own home" instead of "rent". That's bad ass!
- The kids are doing all sorts of activities in addition to scouts. The boy is enrolled in both gymnastics and kung fu. His dream of being a professional wrestler is at his fingertips. My girl child is doing gymnastics and we are getting ready to sign her up for horseback riding as well.
- I have joined a gym. It is time to get my fat ass moving. My husband is out there getting his desert sexy on, making me look bad. We can't have that now, can we?
The house alone is keeping me busy. Since we have moved out to the country, I can read my zombie books in peace knowing that the country folks usually live longer for the simple fact that there are less people to turn into zombies. See? Living 30 minutes from the nearest Wal-Mart is a good thing. Now if we have an outbreak of zombie cows, I'm screwed.
In the meantime, I'm trying to get into a groove of blogging again and I'm sure I will attain one soon. After all, the children are back in school but I had to spend the first weeks running around the house naked waving my freedom flag. It was glorious.
Don't worry though. I will be back again soon. I knew it was time to blog again when I started dreaming about it. Of course, in my dream my ramblings were much more entertaining...and I was skinnier.