Don’t forget, April is Autism Awareness Month. Hug an Asperger today! Yeah, like we really want your hands all over us 
I’m feeling a lot of mixed emotions right now. Cathy and I are going to look at a house that’s for sale in a few hours. I’m excited, anxious, conflicted. I know that the only feasible way that we can get this house, assuming we like it when we tour it in person, is for my grandfather to foot the bill and allow us to pay him back after we can sell our current house. My granddad is a good man, one of the best, but I’m nervous about how he might handle me needing a favor this big.
Mostly I want this house to work out for my wife. She wants to live somewhere we picked out together and made a home in together. I can understand that. She is so excited she can hardly stand it, though she’s trying not to let on just how much. A big part of my conflicting emotions is coming from my concern that she’ll be really depressed if this house isn’t right for us, or if it is but my granddad isn’t comfortable helping us out in a huge way.
In a perfect scenario, he would be cool with it, as I’ve never asked for anything even close to this scale. That would allow to move our pets and our loot to the new place, making our current house seem bigger to potential buyers. It would also give us a chance to make a few small upgrades to the bathroom and basement, without interfering with our daily routines like shaving and such.
It would be great to have a new start in a new place. I’ve lived here for almost a decade, and a change would be good for me. I’d love to have room for the puppies and bunnies to play and a big closet for my massive t-shirt collection. I know Cathy would like a bigger home office and somewhere to put her scrapbooking stuff.
Right now, there’s just so much uncertainty: Will we like the house when we see it up close, will granddad be able and willing to help us, will we be able to sell our house quickly, and on it goes. Uncertainty is never fun for anyone, but the Asperger in me is already having a hard time with it, and we’re just in the VERY early stages…
I would shave my goatee if my granddad would help us get a new house, since I know he’d like that.
Our little toy poodle JoJo is proving she’s quite the lady. She is so small she fits in the palm of my hand, but she belches as loud as a full grown man. It’s kind of freaky. She’ll look me right in the eye and then let rip a burp the toothless dudes at the truck stop over near the interstate would be proud of. She and Mo, the bigger of my two house rabbits, have sort of made friends. Mo is a mellow, sweet bunny, and he lets her lay near to him. He even lets JoJo groom him a little. Not much fazes Mo, even though rabbits are usually quite skittish. He doesn’t mind A-Rod, as long as A-Rod keeps his paws off Mo. If he touches him too much, Mo just gets to his feet and slowly hops to a spot a few feet away. Jeter, the other bunny, is another story. He’s really high-strung, and he has real issues with A-Rod bouncing around so much. When Jeter’s had enough of him, he stands up on his back paws and pops him with the front ones. I don’t think it really hurts A-Rod, but it sure scares him and it definitely looks funny, seeing that temperamental bunny turn into a boxing kangaroo.
Well, I better finish up some chores before we go look at the house. Wish us luck.
