So... Little man is about to be three in about a month. Last time I posted he was a tiny lil thing. Time flys eh? Its nifty and all that. He thinks hes a grown ass man now and spends most of his time bothering me or eating. I think its a boy thing. I think the only peace I get is when hes asleep, and not even then. He also seems to love playing video games. Wonder where he got that from...

Anyway. I moved. Joy. I'm in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods. Its cool but to quiet. And everything is miles away. Which, sucks cause I dont have a car and theres no public transportation. I tried walking to somewhere the one day then realized quickly I had NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING. Fun fun. What was even greater was when I got home. Not realizing I was in the bitter cold for a good while, I go on ahead and try to change my gauges. Fucking ow. Thats my own damn fault. Then I go and try to get a war shower. Again, forgetting I was in cold. Again, ow. I need to get a darwin award or something. On a good note, we go and get or first puppy today. Derrians more excited then I am. I allready have to clean up shit on a regular basis, I dont feel like doing it without the pleasentness of diapers. Maybe it will calm the little one out some though. That would be nice.

Hubby is still in training. Hes been in and out of the hospital and recently had surgery. I'm hoping they just fix whatevers wrong with him at this point. Sadly, he might not even get to see us for christmas. They might just ship him straight to iraq if hes better. I want him to be better so he can come home finally, not so he can go to the worlds biggest sandbox. Its rather bullshitesque. Though, I knew better then him that military = bullshit. Whatever. As long as hes happy.

I think thats about it.