Flower Child Muses

And what a beautiful day it was! 65 and sunny- I, unfortunately, did not get to enjoy most of it because I had to work. Boo. C'est la vie...at least I will have all 6 of the major federal holidays off this year, instead of having to work half of them like in the past. I am feeling quite poopy. The husband seems to have given me his cold. At least I'm hoping it's his cold. I'm praying for little to no allergy activity this year, but it could definitely be that too. I'll give it another few days before I start popping Claritin with any regularity. In the mean time, I'm drinking Theraflu and hot tea and just trying not to sneeze on everyone I see. I haven't gotten much accomplished for the shop this week, a few pacifier cases and I'm about 10 rows from finishing a new ruffle scarf...literally like 10 rows. I should really just bust it out tonight, but I'm at the point in the night where I'd rather be writing than knitting, so I'm putting

Back in Kansas City! WOOT! It has been a wild ride winter, but we have moved back to Kansas City and are settling in nicely. I have a new job, Jon has a new job, and everything went relatively smoothly...except the one little piece that kind of broke my heart. We were going to buy a house. It was a lovely house, not my dream home but who expects that at 28? I could see our family there and I could see us being happy there. We did everything we were supposed to, I moved up to Kansas City early to start my new job and Jon was continuing on at his place of employment in Wichita. The plan was that he would move up after he got a job up here, but in the meantime we were going to buy this house and get Dono and I settled. Cue 24 hours before the closing date. And it all fell apart, because the mortgage company (from whom we had never hid the fact that he was going to be in Wichita M-F and in KC on the weekends) says that he has to give proof of rent and utilities while living in Wichit