Work.. Family.. Both?

The past few days have been interesting . . .

Today, I officially gave my "two weeks notice." The next two weeks are going to go by extremely slow, and be stressful at times, but I think this will be better for the outcome. It's so frustrating talking to my parents sometimes because they are even more stubborn than I am! I don't want to really get into detail about today. I feel good about the decision, and cannot look forward to December 17, but just thinking of everything involved with it, makes my head hurt.

I received a call from my realtor earlier today, and he said we are ALMOST done wrapping things up with the house! We are just waiting on the bank to approve our offer (or counter offer, which I hope they don't...), AND he said that he lowered our offer. Something about him knowing the other agent, and yada yada yada. He said to give him another 7-10 days, and we will have an answer. Everyone knows I have very little patience, but I kind of have no choice in this scenario.

I have other really good news, but I can't really talk about. HA. Don't you have when people do that? "Hey! Guess what? Never mind!" I'll update, as soon as I can.

So, this is going to sound really selfish... I am REALLY hoping the Koreas don't go to war, because if David re-enlists after this deployment, then he will most likely get deployed there. And even if he didn't have to, he would probably volunteer. I am so very proud of my man, but I can't help but worry about him sometimes. It's funny, for the past few months, it's been about: me me me. I'M so sad. I'M so stressed. I miss him. But it's really about HIM. I should be HIS support. And you know what? If he re-enlists + deploys again, we will deal with it then. Like I told him, I don't like it, but I will always support him. He's my rock, and I love him, no matter what he does. ♥

I hate cold days; I love slightly chilly days... you know, hoodie days. Cold days make my hand hurt. But then again, it's probably my fault. When dad got a DWI a few years back, there was other stuff going on with the family, and I had been pushed to the limit. So, like other dumbasses, I thought punching something would make me feel better. WRONG. My dumbass punched the brick garage, and totally smashed my hand. It swelled up so much that we had to cut my ring off my finger. Yeah, that was not a fun day. I'm pretty sure it was broken, but of course, I didn't bother going to the doctor. So, on cold days, I have to crack my hand back into place... if that makes any sense. Ouchie.

Okay, well time to relax on the couch with Kitsune + Juju before Greys Anatomy comes on. I can't believe that tomorrow is Friday! It seems like it was just Thanksgiving, right? Well, I just have to tough it out for a few more weeks, and it'll be Christmas!