They really are best friends

M & A are currently sitting on the couch together watching looney tunes. It makes me happy that they are so good with one another. Don't get me wrong, they have their times (apparently it's now up as they're griping at one another *sigh*), but generally they're good with each other.

Saturday mornings have been interesting. M has cheerleading waaaaaaaaaay over on the other side of town, maybe 10 miles or so away. Ok, this isn't far, I realize that. But add to it a 1-hour bus ride. And A wanting to come along. And then showing up a half hour early for class and having to then explain to your 5 year old why he CAN'T go mountain climbing on the climbing wall. And then the weird bus ride back because the bus doesn't pick up on the westbound route so you have to climb on the bus take an hour-plus detour just to be headed back to where you got on (but not quite) and then finally headed home. Then add to this having Saturday be your only day to be not working and cheer class starting at 9 am (realize that you've left the house before 7:30).

But... things are relaxing. I'm back to 2-day weekends (yay!) and a new job is on the horizon. It's one where I won't be called at 2 a.m. or be responsible for the work of everyone in the department. Yes, I'll still be working for the same department but in a much less stressful position. Yes, it will have its stressful times, but I won't be called at 2 a.m. Notice the theme here... no 2 a.m. calls. Anyway, more on that when the time is right.

Getting ready for vaycay (vacation for those who are too old to "get it" hehe... love ya dad). No, we're not going anywhere. We never do. My vacations are just not going to work for however long and getting paid for it.

In other news, I'm working on building my credit back up again in case I ever feel the need to buy a house or heck, find a way to pay for the dentist. Yeah, the dentist. A had some dental work done and man they're expensive. They wanted $650 out of pocket for the drug guy... ok you all know who I'm talking about but typing anaesthesia is a pain (yes I copy/pasted from dictionary.com). Anyway... buddy was a Very Brave Boy. Did Very Well at least until they turned the gas off. Then he FREAKED.

that no good dirty hubby of mine... hey... he told me to type that! Ok, off to help make dinner.