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Inlaws And Boot Camp



Well well well. Yesterday marked the day we let our folks fly the nest. Yes, I believe they are ready. They found a nice little (VERY little) apartment, and we moved them yesterday. Now I have 3 empty rooms, well, 2 1/2, one room packed to the ceiling with boxes, and a living room with boxes. Why not let them keep their stuff here in one of my many rooms, right? I mean I have FIVE. So we just have to go through them, and make it so Mother (for blog purposes my mother in law will heretofore be know as Mother, and my mom as Mom) can get to what she needs easily. Currently, I am on the bed, since I can't sit on my couch, lol, and enjoying the sound of an empty house.

Believe it or not, I miss the goofballs. NEVER thought I would say that. But....it's odd not to have Mother right there to goof off with. We've grown quite close, and I love to give her down the road about all sortsa stuff. Same with Pop. He doesn't take it QUITE as well, but he's still fun as well. So Aaron has left to spent the weekend with Ashley (his daughter, for those of you who don't know), and chaperone a school trip she is on.

We are still praying we find work. Please continue to pray for my brother, again, I won't be telling anyone why, he just needs a lot of prayer. I miss my friends, so y'all need to invite yourselves over. This is OPEN invitation. It may be a mess, but you don't need to worry ab out OUR schedule, cause we don't have one. Just gotta worry about yours.

I start school soon, and Aaron will hopefully be doing vocational rehab through the VA. They will pay for everything, which would rock. So for now, I think I am going to relax my body, and enjoy the peace and quiet. Maybe later I will walk the dogs. So ciao for now.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to keep you, and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11

~Kris~

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