Go west young (wo)man!

So say the lyrics of a great Liz Phair song. After the longest year and a half of my life we are moving back to southern California from the not so great state of Maryland. Under normal circumstances I'd say something like, "It was great while it lasted", but alas, it has been anything but great. I do love my next door neighbors, but I could do without the murders about 100 yards behind my house, the gunshots, the police helicopter (we like to refer to it as the ghetto bird) flying over my house on a nightly basis, as well as the various fine establishments that line the highway behind my house **cough cough, bars, liquor stores, the hourly Royal Inn hotel, and the "non-family-friendly" video stores if you get my drift cough cough**. Addison and I will begin our adventure west tomorrow and Rich will follow with the U-Haul in a few weeks, then he'll fly back here to go overseas for work. Don't ask me where he's going because then I'd have to kill ya ;). Actually, I don't even know specifics and I will say that I don't really want to know specifics, otherwise I'm likely to pull the wife veto out of my back pocket if I know all the dangers associated with the job....eeck! So wish us luck and don't expect a post anytime soon as settling in seems to take me months rather than weeks. I'm so excited thinking about ocean air, manicured lawns and neighborhoods.....even the rush hour traffic! I know, I'm a sick person aren't I?