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It’s been a long, long time…

It’s been a while. So, what’s new? Oh, we’re moving!

Yep, we are moving. In just 2 days – well, 36 hours-ish. Friday Morning Chris and I will be joined by a couple of helpful guys (well paid guys) to load up a truck and hit the road.

We’re returning to the scene of many youthful crimes. Or adventures, more to the point. And that’s what this will be.

Join us over at http://StratfordOrBust.com to follow our adventures. We’ll be experimenting with blogging from the road and shooting some video and posting a ton of pictures.

Of course Rumble will be along for the ride. It wouldn’t be an adventure without that crazy little schnauzer.

My marriage – defined in a picture

It’s sad, but true, this picture defines our marriage.

What did it eat?

Just to be clear, I’m the baby here and Chris is the puppy. I have a “loud” stomach so when Chris decides to lean on my during the evening, my stomach tends to make a LOT of noise (actually, even if he doesn’t lean), which ‘scares’ him and makes him think the alien is going to come out of my chest and eat him.

Hasn’t happened.

Yet.

Chris goes online

I’ve been talking a bit about my boyfriend Chris and thought I’d continue that. He’s a bright guy. Charming, funny, intelligent, but not super tech-savvy…. YET. He’s learning quickly and so has joined the online ranks with his own blog. )

Yesterday he posted a big blog about me – sweet guy ). Of course he says I drive him nuts sometimes, but isn’t that partly what happens in relationships? Even the best is 99% bliss, and 1% crazy. I’m kidding. I mean, no relationship is perfect. And neither is ours. We’ve had some moments where we nearly didn’t make it this far. We’re almost up to 9 months and haven’t yet had a fight! Not that the potential isn’t there, we both have the ability to argue, but we’re both pretty level headed and know that mature communication is the way to go, not petty bickering.

Even when I do silly things like try to tickle him, nearly break a finger with a football, or stick my tongue in his ear, he just laughs and away we go. Except the finger. Then he swore, but not at me.

Check out his blog, it’s more interesting than mine.