Sooo much has happened since last time I wrote. We let Kim take over our lease, and we moved in with Sharon on Aug.19th. It took a lot of adjustments on our part. We went from living in a pet free, smoke free home with everyone in their own bedroom to being smushed up into 2 bedrooms in a house that smelled like a giant ashtray with a dog that smelled like wet rancid asshole who bit my kids almost daily. We tried t stay in the bedrooms when she was home away from the smoke and I hope it didn't make her feel like we were hiding from her personally, but I just can't deal with the smell of it. On me, on my clothes, in my hair. Gross. There were ten days, ten long days, where we had Tara's three dogs as well. That's four dogs. She didn't do a single damn thing for them. She didn't feed them or let them our before she went to work. She didn't do it when she got home either. When I'd tell her the last time they went out and ate, she'd just say something along the lines of "I don't care, I'm too tired to deal with them tonight" or "They'll be fine until tomorrow." (Yeah, tomorrow when *I* let the out and feed them...) One particular day I had let them out in the backyard to play and run while I did some cups in the front yard. Next thing I know, they're running towards me from down the road, soaking wet and covered in mud. No idea where they were or how they even got out of the damn fence, but they threw mud all over me, the cups I was doing, and everything around me. I had to wash all my cups, change my clothes, and start over, after I cleaned them up as much as I could and got them back inside in their kennels. I was livid, so I made a post saying "So over dogs today" and Tara gets a damn attitude with me. She needs to stfu since she doesn't know what's going on, but I'm sure Sharon just pretended like she's bent over backwards to make things perfect for the dogs. Truth isn't her strong suit, as she proved when we took them to Orlando and she lied to everyone saying that WE stayed drunk the whole trip and made her & David take care of Kollin while we did whatever we wanted. Kris had one beer, and I not one single drop of alcohol the entire trip. Anyway, thankfully we were only there three months because...
We bought a house! The same house we looked at a few years ago on Spanish Drive. The one with the inground pool (which is actually gone now, the crazy dude filled it in) and the koi fish pond. It's also got palm trees in the back yard! They were around the pool, but we're going to get an above ground pool next summer. It's also been remodeled on the inside and I swear, they did it the way I would have (minus the ugly tile in the kitchen floor.) When we walked in this house, it just felt like home. It's not fancy, but it's nice. Most importantly, it's cozy. I love it so much. It was for sale by owner and it was a pain in the butt to deal with everything, but I can say I officially own a house for the first time in my life. It's exciting. We closed on it on Oct 12, 2016 and moved in the same night. I had scheduled for the POD to be delivered the day we closed, and it made things sooo much easier and convenient.
We've been in the house for a couple of weeks now, and it's slowly coming together. It's so big, and there's so much space that we needed (and still need) more stuff to fill it and decorate it with. The neighborhood is so quiet. It's nice not having to wake Zoey up to drive the kids to a bus stop in the mornings and drive to pick them up in the afternoons. They can walk to the bus stop here, and we have sidewalks. There's pretty much zero traffic on our street, which I love. What I don't love is how no one has bothered to come visit. I got so much shit from people when we moved away. And then when we decided to move back, everyone acted so excited about it. One friend asked me a few times about the gym which unfortunately kept taking a backseat because other more important things were happening that prevented me from going. I've signed back up as of the other day but she hasn't made mention of going, I guess because her other friends got memberships, now I don't matter anymore. Holli invited me to dinner one night and I actually went since Kris was off. She said we should make it a usual Wednesday thing but ever since then, I've had too much going on with the house stuff to go again, but now we can get together again since things have settled. Another friend, I've hung out with and dne lunch with a couple times but only because I've called/texted her and made the effort to see her. I've tried more than that but finally I just stopped. She's always got something going on with someone or some group of kids (mine are never included, which kinda hurts my feelings to be honest but whatever) and I'm not interested in competing for friend of the week. I'm learning real quick that all I really need is myself.
New neighbors moved in next door last week. The guy came and introduced himself to us, so I stalked his fb page, as well as his wife's. They seem pretty cool. The wife is really pretty. Like, seriously pretty. And she's 40 years old. (I want to look like her when I'm 40 and I have to get started because I'm already 36. This motivates me to hit the gym.) They have kids - two boys. One is in college, the other is a year older than Kylie. They also have a cute little weenie dog named Sadie, who Zoey is in love with. She comes over to our yard and plays ball with her.
Speaking of Zoey... the best news of all, which I saved for last. October 5th, she had an appointment with the cardiologist to check on the holes. The VSD (the non-concerning one) had closed up all the way. The ASD (the one that was an issue) had shrunk and is now very small. He thinks it will continue to close up on its own and not pose a threat. He said he's confident she won't need any procedures. I can't even tell you how that made me feel. I didn't know how scared of it I was all this time, until I wasn't scared anymore. It felt like a weight being lifted and I ugly cried all the way to WalMart. I had to just sit there in the parking lot and cry. Every time I thought I was okay, I'd think to myself "My baby won't have to get heart surgery" and I'd cry again. I finally got it together and was ready to go inside when the phone rang, and it was Ashley (loan officer) telling me the appraisal on the house was good and they were getting our papers ready to close. Alot happened that day, all good things, but Zoey's news was the highlight of it all, for sure.
So that's everything, I believe.
