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On The Road Again...

Hubby had a long talk with his boss last night and it was strongly suggested that he take this promotion. If he doesn't he won't get another chance at it---and it's something he really wants to do. Plus, it will be easier on his spine, which is a biggie as he's had so much trouble with his back lately.

Add that to the fact that Ally is thrilled beyond measure that she'll be able to go to Middle School with her cousin Nicole. They've been burning up the phone wires discussing classes and fashion and people, not necessarily in that order.

Apparently everyone wants to move except me.

But I will. I will put on the Mother of all Garage Sales, sell off nearly everything we own, put my beautiful new home up for rent and move back home into the house I grew up in. Actually, we'll be splitting our time between there and my sister's travel trailer in order to get the kids into the school district they want to be in.

Yes, we'll finally have reached that pinnacle of success that we scarcely dared dream of: Trailer Trash.

Don't be jealous. We know this is a lofty and out-of-reach goal for most of you. Don't give up on your dream.

Ayup. Live the dream baby. Live the dream.


  1. HA! That was a great post. It sounds like it will be a good move for your family. I don't know what area you are moving to, but Brett and I love the whole Seattle area after living on Capital Hill. We spent a lot of time downtown, in the U-district, at Greenlake, Ballard, Queen Anne...we love it all! It is a great place.

  2. Give up on my dream?????

    But your married..........

  3. Kim, it's in Greenlake. It's one of those really cool older houses. I love Greenlake. The other place is in Shoreline. I LOVE Queen Anne, hubby's grandma lived there and had this amazing house with a view of the Space Needle. I'm not sure I'd want to live on Capitol Hill with kids tho.

    I write for the weekly Queen Anne News, which is fun.

    Steve, you big ole flirt you. As I recall correctly, you're married as well!

  4. You do realise that photo will drive Tom and Vicus wild with lust, don't you?

  5. We loooove the older houses in Greenlake. We looked at a few ten years ago when $300,000 for a house seemed like a fortune. I doubt you can get a shack for that there now.

    That is neat that you write for the Queen Anne News. Is it accessible online?

  6. and not so much of the ole......

    see ya been putting on a few pounds.

    ***laughing out loud******
    **** SLAP****

  7. Steve, Steve, do know that picture isn't me, right? If not, here's a WHACK upside your head, my Aussie friend.

    Dave, it's a chance I've got to take. You know Tommy is my one true blogger-love, right? :)

    Kim, you're right, those places are a fortune and a half now! We'll have to meet up at Greenlake with the kids sometime!

    Oh, and Steve? I accidentally hit 'reject' on one of your comments here. SO SORRY!

  8. Okay, quick question...if his job is in Everett why don't you move to Everett??? It's cheaper AND you'd be close to Cassie's boyfriend!

  9. THAT photo rocks!

  10. Sarah, I would move to Everett but the kids want to go back to their old school district! Plus, we got the added benefit of living with my daddy for a bit. Yee haw.

    OHmommy, doesn't it just?

  11. So it's a mullet for the old man and crystal meth and a bottle of tequila for dinner. Bit like round here.


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