Happy Anniversary

Today is our 9 year anniversary.

Yesterday, my friends and I spent the day in Austin (the new city I want to move to) looking at apartments, in case I actually get one of the jobs on Monday/Tuesday. We found an affordable townhouse in a good part of town and the guy who showed us the apartment was really pretty. I immediately called him for "my team" (which is our version of "dibs") -- something which my friends can attest that I rarely do. "My team" is virtually empty -- with the exception of this guy, Ian Somerhalder, and some random "dork" at the mall.

I actually didn't think the guy at the mall was "dork"-esqe but apparently he was, according my friend. It's okay -- I'm attracted to nerdy boys.

So the townhouse is really affordable and in a good part of town. It's three bedroom -- one bedroom downstairs, two upstairs. The master bedroom is upstairs. The rooms are pretty good size. The whole apartment is 1618sq.ft..
The bad thing: it won't be available until July. If I get a job before then, I'll have to drive back and forth (an hour-two hours) every day. It will be a commute.

My (future ex) husband seems to think that after he moves overseas, the money he gives me for "child support" (he's giving me the whole housing allowence - BAH and that's all) is all he'll ever need to give me. Technically, if we were still together, he'd have to give me the BAH anyway. At any rate, I'm very grateful that he is giving me all the BAH since it's a good amount of money but I said something about school clothes, school supplies, birthdays and holidays. He was like, "well, if you are nice to me, we'll see." The things our children NEEDS, he'll THINK about helping me with IF I'm nice to him. Yep.

I desperately want one of those jobs -- ANY job where I'm not just making minimum wage forever.



Ingrid Michaelson is apparently the singer for the soundtrack of my (current) life.