This wont be about pregnancy, because frankly, I don't feel like writing about it. Also, I made a lj to write letters to my baby: dearbabie. Here, I'd like to talk about some other things. But first, I want to update. Lets do that.
I am moving back home. I've been back in Michigan for the past.. month and a half? Since my 23rd birthday. Mike and I are going to rent his sisters house in Ypsilanti. Mike is going to school, so hes getting his GI Bill, and unemployment. I am writing and pulling in another 400 a month. Not much, but enough to make a difference and basically pay the mortgage in TN. It will do.
We're considering becoming caregivers. Yes, legal marijuana growers for patients. I think we'd be perfect for it, as neither one of us have the need to smoke weed. This is the drug dealers problem, after all. They smoke the profit. We would just grow, and sell. God bless the USA.
Since we've been back, of course, Mike received a call from the Nashville PD, as well as a letter about a corrections position in Nashville, too. Of course, no job offers while we were there. But now, we get two. And not two randoms. Two really good positions. But we don't want to move home now. Angels house is becoming home :) We've got a nice big back yard for Rodger and Chance, and three decent size bedrooms. Plus, a large basement. I'll be delivering at UofM.
A literal retard wrecked our jag. Yes, a mentally handicapt individual. However, it was deemed totaled, which is good. But.... the only person who allowed us to actually buy a vehicle was Honda. Mike is a car guy. Through and through. And him driving a honda is like me opting to wear velcro shoes.
He said if he can make an insight look cool, he can do anything.
I am getting my energy back, sort of. But I still feel pretty tired. I only feel sick when I say I don't, so Im not going to say that either. Life is good. Its starting to calm down a big now, which I am ready for. And the bigger, and bigger I get :)
That is all!