Hear Ye, Hear Ye, all faithful readers, we finally have news to report. We have a moving date and a plan (sort of).

The house is SOLD. We like to boast that it sold to the first people that looked at it because it makes all that blood and sweat seem worth it. Someone liked our work enough to not only say it, but back it up with a big fat check. And in a housing slump. BRING on the next renovation project. Thankfully I have an entire photo album documenting the hell we lived through to snap myself out that type of thinking.

Ken officially accepted an offer for a new job in Alpharetta Georgia, starting, uhm, March 26th. Yes, March 26, Two Thousand and Seven. That gives us less than two weeks to pack it up, say goodbye, coordinate two cars and a drive a truck load of unnecessary crap to Georgia, get Lucy down to Atlanta via airplane (because although we might be crazy, we aren't stupid enough to actually attempt driving in a car with her for more than 30 minutes, much less two days), unload crap into storage unit, unload more crap into my parents house, and then take a little breath before Monday the 26th. We'll be camping out at the Wilkenloh ranch for a few months until we find a home of our own.

Grandma and Grandpa = Babysitters! FREE BABYSITTERS! I can taste the moments of freedom already.

Lucy and I are leaving on Monday, March 19th. So between now and then it's lots of goodbyes, and packing and this-will-be-the-last-time-we (fill in the blank). Here's Lucy saying goodbye to the water fall at the Mall of America. May I never have to step foot in that place again (because it's cold outside and what else do you do with a toddler who has to run everyday for at least two hours).




Cheers to warm weather, southern accents and lots of iced tea.