What's goin on? And things.

So here's what has been going on since I posted in April. I lost my job of 16 years because of "budget cuts". That is a fancy term that means, "The boss lady wasn't too fond of me because I stopped letting her and the other cronies in the "higher up" positions run over me." Let me just say that yes, I was upset over it, but no, I'm not going to sue them...even though I'm pretty sure I have a case. But that's a whole other blog. In the wake of that whole, losing the job, thing, we up and moved. It was something we had discussed, but not really in depth, and when I found out I had nothing going for me in the lovely Ford of Stan, we decided to uproot and move. We had 2 destinations in mind. 1...Orlando! Yes, boys and girls, it is a dream of mine to work in Disney World. But I had a few things holding me back. For one, I have visible tattoos. GASP! After snooping around, we discovered that good old Disney World has a few hidden stipulations in their hiring procedures. Some other things keeping us from moving there were the facts that we didn't have a support group down there in case of emergencies with the kids and the kids themselves. Although the 7 year old would LOVE to live IN Disney World, (she always says IN, not near.)the other 2 weren't too keen on the whole thing. The other destination....Somerset. Land of the free, home of the worst mall ever. Also the area where my daughter's dance team is. So, we looked at a house. (yes. A. As in 1.) and started our move. We've been here a couple of weeks and I love it so far. The kids will start school soon and that may make things more interesting, but for now, they like it too. My marriage is still on the mend. (insert AWWWWWW's here) I still have days where I'd like to hunt down the whore and scratch her cornea's and then piss in the wounds, but those are becoming less frequent. I'm learning that Hate is not the opposite of Love, and that she is not worth the effort it takes to dispise her. I'm becoming indifferent. I'm letting Karma deal with her whoring ass. That way, I stay out of jail. Ha ha. I'm moving on to a new chapter in my life. A new me. A new outlook. If you knew how bad I was with change....you'd be placing bets on how long I'll last. But please don't do that because I'm paranoid already. So wish us luck and pray I don't become an out of control dance mom. I've already started bedazzling my mom jacket. (someone should stop me.)