Back Already

If I were still in school, tomorrow is my first day back. Luckily, with online classes in my town, I do them at night.
I have extended my holiday from the hospital. I feel that I am needed more at home now, more than I think that the hospital wants me.
My step-father and mother are debating wether Alysa should go off to Boarding School, since she is not doing her work here at home.
I am changing that, but Alysa is going into therapy.
Alysa and I have been hanging out much more. With Clary's mischeif in our wedding, the parent's wrangling with both of us, and the siblings dealing with their lives, it's nice to just have some peace and quality time. Alysa is doing better, she has released all of her locked up emotions and events from the past months and...let's just say, both of us are a bit shaken still.
Speaking of the wedding, Clary and I have decided that our wedding will be in December of this year. We're not trying to hurry things, it just settles out. We decided on a winter wedding, because then, though slippery, we can dance in the snow, which seems perfect for us. (No matter how slippery and cold things get, we'll still be together, is what we mean)
So, let's pray for snow next year!
With my staying at home, Clary and I have been shopping...for houses. Clary has agreed with me that if we buy a house, we can start getting ready for Lilly. Why so early? Because then I-and clary- won't have to freak out about doing last minute buying and putting together, and I doubt my parents want another child in their home, haha.
Clary has definitely gotten the pregnancy thing down. I have no idea how she does it. She has nothing unhealthy or something with preservatives. She snacks quite a lot, but on healthy foods. She is exercising, along with getting her social needs down. Let's just face it, Women are better than men. Haha.
We found a house, to go on with the house topic. Small rambler, three bedroom, nice and large. In other words, it was Clary Approved. It is also not that expensive, but it's still not cheap. We looked at a couple other houses, but we still have our minds set on the one house. It near both of havens (not canada), the lovely Camano Island! It's a great house, and hopefully, we can afford it. So, we'll probably be moving by march.
Oh Canada. What shall we do with you? I am now totally against Canada, it's no longer my haven. Ever since my father came, he ruined it. Speaking of which, he came back yesterday. He said: So, what's it gunna be? Livin' the bachelor's life with me, or you can change shitty diapers with her." He and Clary have a war going on. I swear, it's worse than World War I. But I told him my condition, then Clary finished for me by slapping him and yelling at him that I was not him and would never leave her for a 'drunken, homeless, never-before-met family member...ever.' Extent on the ever. Well, I couldn't say it much differently, except I might have said it a little more polite. Oh well, he got out like a newly-fixed dog, with Clary slamming the door on his attempt to change my mind.
God, I love her haha.
I'm going to leave what happened next to myself, if you don't mind, thanks...
Health wise, my symptoms are subtle, and can be eased with a few Ibeprofen every now and again. I'm on my way to a happy life, as the nurses agreed on.
My cat is mad at me. Because he never has a lap to sit on anymore. With Clary's stomach expanding, and her usually stretched out over me, he has no place to sit. He's going through withdrawals, and is now determined to make me jealous by paying more attention to the dog rather than me. Poor cat.
I also got a haircut. So in many of my pictures, those are the last memories of my long hair. It is short, but not buzz-cut short. It's...well, Clary describes it as so: Faux-hawk short. I think it makes me look like a skater...or some other guy that is not me. Oh well, thats one thing with hair: It always grows back. I like my hair now though, don't get me wong. I can see now. :)
Well, this is where my updated blog will end. Clary also wants to post on her blog, perhaps later or even tomorrow, we'll see when she passes out. Haha,

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Ash


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