Chchch Changes

So I think it's pretty well documented that I suck at sticking to blogging with any regularity. Part of the reason for that is that I didn't feel like there was much to update people on and part of that is that most of the people that I want to update on my life I either see or talk to on a regular basis. Well boys and girls, as the title of this post suggests that's all changing today.
Why is that changing you ask? This morning I am packing up the car complete with kitty and moving to Kansas.
But what about Steve? Are you leaving him behind? Well, yes, but only until later in the month when he is driving out to join me.
There were a lot of factors that went into this decision. California is a very expensive place to live and the taxes are very high. We'd come to realize that we would never be homeowners if we stayed out here and the quality of life hasn't been great for us. My Dad and I have had a great many conversations over the years regarding the difference between working to live and living to work. Steve's job had him working on average 70 hours per week including some off duty time, all for a job he couldn't stand. I was commuting 25 miles each way to work usually averaging 40 hours per week at a job that I was hired to work 30, including of after hours work. Then it was cemented for us, on October 31, 2013 I was laid off from my job, that's right, on Halloween. We had always managed to get by before, but now who knew. As some of you know my parents moved to Kansas about 4 years ago, we fell just love with it they did when visited last fall, and so seemed like a perfect meeting of circumstances.
So here I am driving off into the sunrise (can't be sunset I'm going east) in search of a new adventure. We are going to miss our friends dearly and there's really no getting around that. I'm really hoping some of you decide to come visit us, you're all more than welcome anytime. I'm going to post some update stuff as I drive through 6 states in 2 days like a crazy old cat lady with Tink by my side.

Lasertag

The alternate title to this post should be "Why I Sometimes Feel Like I'm Living in How I Met Your Mother".  So tonight we gave the munchkin and some friends kids the choice of seeing Puss in Boots or going to play lasertag, I'm guessing that my astute readers have already guessed which they chose.  So we went to the arcade, not exactly what I had in mind for my evening, but you know...  So anyway, we went to the arcade and had some pretty horrible pizza for dinner, not that it's a huge surprise that the pizza there wouldn't be great, but I had hoped they would prove me wrong.  After dinner the kids all went up to play lasertag and I settled in for some good old pin ball playing.  I started with the Monopoly machine, not all that rewarding of a machine to play on, but after a while Steve came and told me that there was a Simpsons machine so I switched to that one and while it was really fun the ball had a tendency to get stuck and the left flipper stuck quite a bit.  Yep I get pretty serious about my pinball playing, I know, I'm really just a 10 year old inside.  So anyway, Steve comes down a while later super excited because he got first place in lasertag, and of course, the munchkin came in last and was a little sad about it, but no big thing, he's over it now.

I've been in a bit of a funk all day, I'm not entirely sure why.  I think a lot of it is that the quilt I've been working on for a while isn't turning out the way I'd hoped in the quilting portion.  I tried the spray adhesive basting spray and I'm not very happy with the way that it is turning out, it's bunching up while I'm quilting it and it's really pissing me off.  Not to mention some other things that we happening today and cleaning the house for my parents coming into town tomorrow to stay with us, which isn't normally a big deal but right now we also have Steve's sister and her boyfriend living with us until they can get on their feet here, so the house is quite full and everyone is still getting used to living together.  I'm having a hard time getting used to it I guess, I just sort of feel like our private lives have been invaded and like I have no time to myself.  I know it's petty and that I need to just suck it up and deal with life, but sometimes I just like my life to be mine and lately I haven't felt like I've had much control over it.    I think I really just needed a little cathartic writing time.