I was realizing the other night while hubbie and I were talking that we’ve been together 7 years. Well, 7 years 5 days now. Our first date was to see “Final Destination 2″ on the day that Columbia blew up, 1 February 2003. Hubbie proposed to me the following Thanksgiving, but we didn’t get married until the March after next, giving hubbie time to get out of the Academy and get in with a PD. When that wasn’t happening we started to look into cross country moving companies with the idea of moving to Alaska.

I’m glad we didn’t do that now, for various reasons. As it happened. The day that hubbie got sworn in at his PD we found out that I was pregnant with the munchkin, so that re-evaluated our priorities more than a little. We moved out from his parents house to an apartment, then went to another apartment, and then to our house. Things are pretty crappy on many fronts, but overall we’re doing well. We’re surviving, which is more than can be said for most. Hubbie has a job. He brings in a decent wage, even if it is hard for us to get by on it, and we’re once again not paying money on taxes, though we’re only getting $34 back.

We’ll have been married five years this year. It’s pretty wild and munchkin will be four in April.

I’m looking forward to the next five years though. I know we have a good plan in action for the next five years, and if all goes to plan we should have several of our credit cards paid off by then. As it is we’ve already paid off about $3000 of credit card debt which is nice to think about. I’ve also actually been able to start fiction writing again which is a real positive sign for how my mental health is going. Onwards and upwards.