Hey Yall:
I am checking in as often as i can so yall know I havent lost it. Jeffrey can come home today. He is remorseful, ashamed, scared, confused, embarrassed, list goes on. He isnt the 'cocky' punk he went in as (average 15 yr old). So, was this a bad thing? Seemed bad, horrid even but before he acted as though he would live forever, nothing could touch him. Now, he seems knocked back down to size. There wasnt really anything in the hospital they could do but evaluate his brain for activity. Then, once awake and not slipping back into the coma all they could do was make SURE this was a case of what the kids call 'the sky monkey' and not him trying to harm himself.
All of your Pm's mean the world to me... it gives me a reason to hop on. Makes me feel better to know yall are out there caring me ME... Mikaela

It is my job to worry about everyone else so as long as ya'll can worry with me for a bit longer, all will be well.
Not freaking but NONE TOO HAPPY... the movers didnt show up yesterday. They SWEAR this morning at 7 am. It is 4:20 am and Im waiting haha. So, good thing my man hooked our room back up, huh. So yesterday we put everything we could in our Hummer (alot will go in there just not tall stuff like furniture) and into the Cherokee. So now, the movers must only take beds, TV, fish tanks, PC table... BIG stuff. Because the new owners will show any time, we have most of it in the garage as not to hold them up when they get here.
I mean imagine putting you and your spouse with three small children in a damn U-Haul and driving from Seattle to Florida and when you get there, the house you bought is still being lived it. Grrrr. Right? They arrived lastnight and my husband told them we were out but with only our largest stuff left.
No problem they said, we have a room at the Quality Inn. ACK! My husband was not going to let those people stay in that part of town. They had NO CLUE where they were. He told them to get out of there NOW and head toward Clearwater Beach. There would be two rooms waiting with connecting doors. The lady called back and was so grateful.
He paid for them a room and the Shepards Resort thru Monday. That will give them all weekend to move with no rush. Besides, we arent contracted to me OUT until noon today (sat). I loved Jeff for wanting to do this for them but didnt feel we owed it, we'll be out by noon. He has a soft heart for youngens though and said "Let the kids play at the beach with the resort Nanny's while their mom and dad move, no biggie. It cost us a grand but not like the money wasnt theres anyway hehe. It simply 'became' mine. Ahhhh, I love contracts! Everything about them!
Besides, we need to get along with these people. Our new house was built in our same subdivision so these people will be our neighbors. Made the move easy though.
I know ya'll think... ok, why would one move two streets down in the same 'hood. Allow me to explain. We love the neighborhood. Colin Powell lives here so it is LOCKED DOWN... noone gets in without your passcode and phone approval from the gate keeper. They must know our code when they enter the gate. If they know the code the cate man calls out house and asks if we are expecting whomever.
Great way to avoid company. I say 'please tell them you got no answer'. Boom, never anyone on your doorstep and considering the deranged ex-wife, this is priceless. 1.2 mill priceless but its worth it to live there and not have her backing up into our yard on there EX anniversary blarring 'Girl, you're every woman in the world to me' (there wedding song). Goes to show how trendy she is ha! Sorry

Try hard not to crack on her but she needs a time machine something fierce. That girl still thinks it is 1995... stoned washed jeans and all. Her hair is bigger than the Nanny named Fran... I swear its the truth.
It is 4 am and I just realized I am so tired and worn out I am rambling. Talking out of my subconscience again. Sorry for the book. Love all of you do much. Kyria, that cake was delicious! Thank you, it tasted like wedding cake. I saved you a piece... should be in your inbox.
