Triple A- Awards, Afebrile, and Adoption

First of all, can anyone tell me how you get your awards on your sidebar? I finally have time to pick mine up, but I want them to look *reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeealy* nice, like the ones you have.

Second of all, the H1N1 bug seems to be heading off quite nicely- All that's left is a tickling cough and general malaise, so I'll take that over fevers and body aches severe enough to make me cry, a cough that bounced me so much I usually got *air* between myself and the mattress and congestion.

I'm feeling down, but that's no surprise with the parents' divorce clicking merrily away and all the excitement of moving dying down. Don't get me wrong- Living here is really nice. I have the chance to set accessibility up the way I want it, Lady and I cook the foods we want, that kind of thing. But it's something I was looking forward to for quite some time, it didn't go at all the way I expected, and now it's done. So am feeling a bit let down.

Which brings me to the third A in my title- Adoption. No, not of a kiddo, though I'd love to do that someday. Right now we're waiting on approval to adopt a little black kitten from the local Humane Society. If we can't, I'm sure he'll go to a great home, but I'm hoping to get him into *my* home and change his name from "Pop" to "MacBeth"- Mackers for short.

Good kitty vibes are appreciated.

All Moved In

So I'm feeling much better, physically anyway. There's just a cough remaining from that nasty H1N1.

I went by my parents' house today, to get a few things.

My parents are considering divorce.

This is terrible

Okay...so...

Moved into the new apartment Friday.

Family stuff is still not bloggable- I'm sure I'll need to write through this eventually, and I know you'll all be there to listen when I do.

Right now, we're settling in here okay, although a nasty case of H1N1 (yup, been tested 'cause I'm high risk) moved in right along with us, and necessitated an ambulance ride at midnight on Monday. I got checked out and all is as okay as it's going to be.

Still reading along with all of you as I go through tissues like it's going out of style.

A Soft Landing

So my room is still clean and the trauma is settling. Communication lines, blasted open by my abrupt departure, have stayed open. It's not perfect- but we're trying.

3 weeks til I get the keys- HUGE!!!

Mom is panicking about every 3 days, my stepdad calmly asks her "Aren't you proud of Ashley? This is a big step." I truly believe that we'll get there.

Any tips from you lovely folks about independent living? What do you wish you'd known when you moved out?

Dia- I really enjoyed the book that Tortuga did his report on when I was younger. When I was Corazon's age, I read Anne of Green Gables and Emily of New Moon. She might like them, the language is really rich.

Think that's all I have to say right now. Still reading all of you, every day.