Never been happier.

Ever get to the point in your life where you think "I have never been happier in my life."  Well, I have been feeling like that for a while.  School is almost done, hubby is finally happy at his place of employment, I've been at my office for 10 years, my daughter is going to be a Sophomore in high school and my stepson is starting his first year of high school, Freshman.  The kids are getting older and with that comes more freedoms as a parent.  

In May, the hubby and I went to the beach for a week get a way.  It was much needed and we had fun.  So much fun that I got my first tattoo at the nice ol' age of 39.  20 years ago prior to that, at 19, I got my belly button pierced.  Both were done in Panama City Beach, Florida.  Wonder if my parentals will allow me to go back? lol.  Dad was not thrilled, but I told him that at least he can identify the body should he have to.  He did not like that response too much.  Eh, he'll get over it and has.

Panama City Beach was like another honeymoon.  The condo that we rented was beautiful and the water as well as weather could not have been any better.  I look forward to going back, although the hubby is looking at going to Key West, Florida or the Virgin Islands next year.  We shall see.  It's his turn to plan that one.  

The hubby and I are also currently looking for the 'right' house to buy.  Thank goodness we have time and if we cannot find the right house, we can always build.  My dad is a very reputable builder and although he retired 7 years ago, he still holds his license and we have friends who can build as well.  We've gone to look a few houses on the northshore that are on the water.  

We've experienced some crazy wackloon neighbors who my inlaws rent a house out to.  She's bipolar and not on her meds and she does meth/drugs.  Why the neighbor's husband has not killed her, is beyond me.  She's started a few things with me and the police has been called each time.  She ran both times.  The last time, she was beating down the back door threatening to kick my a$$ and kill me.  All that I did was open my back door when she pulled into the driveway that we share at 10:00 at night laying on the horn of her car.  Gah, I could not close my back door fast enough.  That being said, the hubby came home the same time that the police showed up.  Poor stepson came home to that as well.  The next day, the neighbor's husband was moving her out as she was allegedly getting an apartment. Two weeks later, she's back, but has been on a tight leash the last couple of months until last week, when she was on her way to get her drugs down the street and she flipped us off (us being my neighbors and myself) while we were sitting on their front porch.  The more you ignore a crazy person, the more crazier it makes them.  Just like in Fatal Attraction, "I will not be ignored, Dan."

Cannot wait to move out because of the whackaloon.  Told my inlaws that I do not care if she is screaming bloody murder and is dying, I am not ever opening that back door again.

So, the house hunting resumes this weekend.  Don't you just love when everything falls into place?  I am one very lucky girl to have it all.