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Hiphip HOORAY!

Hiphip HOORAY!

Hiphip HOORAY!

Jen has been kicking ass with our financial goals. We no longer have any balance on our personal lines of credit. Meaning, we just paid off the wedding =P The only debt we have is Jen's student loan. Granted, it's a chunk-and-a-half but we're going to try and pay that baby off by the year's end.

After that, we'll REALLY be able to stockpile money for a house and retirement. Our goal of buying this April is looking really good. Pending the market of course but I don't see the housing market improving by then.

I could never manage the finances the way Jen does it. Give this girl a cookie!

Our little old man has a Wed morning appointment to get a urine culture to see if he has an infection on his kidneys. If he doesn't, we're going to have to have the awkward conversation with our vet about putting him to sleep.

He had a checkup this past Friday and all his test results came back significantly worse than his apt 6-months prior. His numbers were either way too high or way too low.

Ever since his seizure, he's aged 10+ years. He's lost the pink in his nose and is more frail than I've ever seen him. As the last trooper from Pennsylvania, he's lived an incredible life but Jen and I aren't going to be selfish and push his life past his own comfort.

Please keep our little old man in your thoughts this week.

Well, it wasn't the clean underwear exactly so much as being clean cut and prep'd.

Jen and I headed to Ripon to see Lisa's friend Cynthia, who is a photographer. Lisa kindly bought Jen a photo shoot during her pregnancy and again afterward once the baby has arrived. It turned out really great too. Jen posed in 3 different outfits against 3 different backgrounds. I can't wait to see how they turned out.

Much to my surprise, I ended up getting in a couple shots too. To be better integrated in the shots, she asked for me to take my shirt off.

"Ummm... OK"

Thank god I shaved.

Thank god I cut my hair.

Thank god I cut my nails too!

Vegas is booked bitches! And man, it's gonna be one HELLOVA trip... I fly Southwest and arrive in Vegas Saturday at 12:20pm and leave Sunday 6:55pm. Where am I staying you ask? I'm not. No hotel for Ryan.

No hotel? you say... Nope. Figured what's the point. Given that I have a little monster on the way, pulling all-nighters "for fun" will be a thing of the past. Might as well go out with a bang! I may take a small bag, but doubt it... clubs make you check them before entering so again, what's the point.

I'll be going to Vegas with whatever fits in my pockets. Never flown this light before.