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My virgin cosmos…I’m ready to party!! (Taken with instagram)

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My first ever birch box :) (Taken with instagram)

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Inside the box, keratese treatments, stila sparkle mascera, Dr jart hb cream, gold sparkled polish and notes from gossip girl because that was the them. (Taken with instagram)

Apartment hunting..

So last week I signed a lease for an apartment for 3 months, they told yea it’s fine you can move in June 20th. Well they lied and called me back saying they didn’t want to accept any 3 month leases for the time being. Well thanks. I am going to be homeless, I need to find a house, I’m stressed because I have a final that night and yea. Just so much on my plate.

Well I did some searching and some calling around and last night I signed a new lease for a new apartment in a different complex with a 3 month lease. I’m already approved and it will be mine. They said they get people in our situation all the time, moving out of a house into a new house.  All I need to do is drop off a check and it’s secure. Now if this falls through I will be moving in with my parents or my inlaws, which I really do not want to do.  I have been out of their home for the past 6 years, got an apartment, bought a house, got married, sold a house, got pregnant. I just feel that to move back is not a right step, I like living on my own, well with Ben and the cat.

So, fingers crossed this goes through and on June 23rd/24th I will be moving out of my first home and into my second apartment before moving into my second and hopefully final home.

By the way, they accepted our offer now we just need the inspection and appraisal and we’re golden :-)

Passed!

So this last semester has been rough. I was only taking Chem 2 but our teacher, an old Kodak employee who went back to school to be a teacher, was not the best. As it was his first time teaching the class.  So as he learned we learned, which isn’t always the best combo.

Then I got pregnant. I was tired, and not feeling my best, and with class from 6-9 at night it just wasn’t always the place I wanted to be.  I was more concerned for my health and well being than the course.

So I started with an A, then went to a B+ then a B. I needed a C to transfer and I really didn’t want to get that low of  a grade. So I studied as much as I could. We’re moving, so we have to pack find a place to live and then find a house to move in to.

I didn’t do well on the final, but I ended up with a B in the class and that I’m thankful for.  It’s just depressing when your overall class average is a 67 on the test and a C in the class. We’re all adults in there we all tried but it was just futile.

House updates

So our house was inspected today…lets hope it passed. And we put an offer in on another house just now. Lets hope it’s accepted. All very very very exciting news :-)

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gq:

Including…
Five Things You Should Never Say To Your Wife

1. “Fuck you” (sincere version).
Obviously, saying it in jest is just dandy. I did it six times just now.

2. “You’re not my mother.”
I’ve said this to my wife a couple of times, and her reaction has always been unfavorable.

3. “Huh?”
Oh, so you weren’t listening to anything she said.

4. “I mean, we saw your parents just last month, didn’t we?”
You hate her parents. You just announced it.

5. “Come here. Let me give you a hug” (when she’s pissed).
Angry women hate being smothered with affection. It’s like shooting a bear with a BB gun and then trying to cuddle it. Not that your wife is a bear.

[By Drew Magary]

justbesplendid:

one plus one

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The packing has started… (Taken with instagram)

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kimberlydenman:

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