Time to say goodbye

Its been real but its time to say goodbye. I am moving on. I can't stay here anymore. There has been too many changes in my life and I am still very hurt over the loss on Winston. I have decided its best for me to move on. I am just ready for a whole new start. Thanks for reading. I appreciate it! If you ever want to see what's up, here is my new spot. Thanks!
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Duh

Guess I should also update for those of you that actually depend on this blog to know whats going on in my life since my sorry ass doesn't return phone calls. Mark made it through his surgery fine. He is currently driving me crazy, whining about wanting a dip and trying to eat forbidden foods. The school situation with Ryan did not work out. I pulled him out and I am now homeschooling him. Lets keep our comments on that to our selves mmmk? We are ready for the holidays, well ready for them to be over with. I just want this year behind me at this point. Just something that you talk about sometimes when you are old like "Hey Christy you remember 08" "Oh yeah Besty I remember it god that year sucked ass." See I am moving on and ready for the next thing.

Honesty

I have to be honest here. I fear for the life of this blog. See as of right now it is missing a key ingredient. The pug is gone. We still have the kids and we still have the washing machine. My children and laundry are not going to go away that easily. I am sad to come here in my pugless state. I am also feeling a bit fake, like a poser. I am among the pugless. I have lost my membership to the elite group of pug owners and to be honest I don't know if I can return. Sure they will let me back in but I don't know that I have the heart to start over. It has been 5 days since my pug disappeared. I am getting better. I cried for the first two. Who knew you could cry for two days straight? I don't know is left to happen to me? I am scared to ask? I have turned into a living breathing country song. I must go pick up my mama from prison in the rain. (Bonus points to you if you get that reference with out google)

MIA

I apologize for not posting. I was sitting at home feeling sorry for myself. I was having a bit of a pity party. I would have invited you guys but it was a party for one. I guess I just needed a few weeks to feel sorry for myself that I once again had to move off and leave my friends. I know there are worse things in life than living in a town where you don't know anyone. But I assure you it tops my list of suckiest things ever. So I have pulled my head out my ass and decided to move back among the land of the living. I am trying to enjoy the holidays with my kids and not let things get to me. I would have posted before now but trust me when I tell you that I am whiny enough on this blog with out giving play by play of my pity party. So enough about whine fest 2008. My Christmas tree is up and so far no pug has peed on it. I am prepared to commence my holiday baking. I only have 5 or 6 boxes lurking around here waiting for me to unpack them. It didn't snow the other day when it was fore casted. So life it good. I promise to post more often with less whine. Well I will try at least.

The move from hell

Where here it is the post I promised. The move from hell. Lets start with the months we waited to find out if we were going to be moving or not. Then we find out we are moving and then we don't know when. Then we have to deal with selling a house in this market. Then the big day arrives. Our moving day. My husband is supposed to be off work to help with the move but when does anything ever go as planned? So he ends up making it just in time to help me load the animals and the kids and off we go. Did I mention he is not feeling well? So we arrive at our new place and the first day were here I was awed by the beauty of my new surroundings. I have never seen leaves change colors. Its beautiful. Everywhere you look is a different color tree, red, yellow, orange, its just amazing. I find my way to the store with no major mishaps and the children and I commence to cleaning. The next day our stuff arrived and we started living in box land. We are still living in box land, let me explain before you think I am lazy. My husband ends up sick and going to the emergency room, he has a abscess on his tonsils that was swelling his throat shut. After two different emergency room visits we are finally back home. The next day we actually got some unpacking done. But that afternoon all I wanted to was sleep. That feeling you get when you are first pregnant and all you can do is sleep. Yeah that feeling. But no I am not expecting. I ended up with the flu and some kind of throat infection. I literally wanted to die. For some reason I just don't think Mississippi likes us very much. It hasn't been very good to us so far. Hopefully one day I can unpack and settle in. As of right now I haven't ate in 3 days and all I have the energy for is to sit here and whine about how much life sucks. If you are still reading this you must really like me and thanks for listening.

Hannah Montana Naked

This is the first time my boys have shared a room. So today they were supposed to unpack boxes in their new room. What really happened was more playing than unpacking. In the midst of this chaos I was unpacking the kitchen and I heard a awful lot of giggling. I went to investigate and all I could hear was Ryan yelling at the top of his lungs " I got Hannah Montana Naked"! I am sure he is not the first boy to desire such thing. So I step into the room and low and behold he sure has. He must have found a box of his sister's stuff mixed in with theirs and found a Hannah Montana Doll and took her clothes on. This does not disturb me, what disturbs me is what happened next. He managed to find Hunter Dan, Hunter Dan is the boy hunting doll you can buy at the Bass Pro Shop all good little Redneck Boys have one, and proceeds to strip Hunter Dan down to his glory and then redress him in Hannah Montana's clothes. So now we have a naked Hannah Montana and Hunter Dan dressed in drag. In further moving news hubby is still sick as a dog and can't help unpack and the dog is still freaking out and peeing on things, he does this every time we move, stupid ass pugs. Oh and I still pretty much live in box land.

Moving

I just wanted to pop in and let you guys know I have not abandon ya'll. We moved already and I just got my Internet back on. I have 200 boxes to unpack. I am not exaggerating, that's really how many I have. So I will have lots of moving posts to share soon. I just need to get my house in order, cause right now I live in box land, its kind of like a homeless village but warm and dry.