We've Moved!
Now that project:Move-into-Rental is complete, we will soon be issuing change of address cards for our temporary location.  It appears that construction on our new house is finally starting to come together, but as yet all we have to show for it is a grid of trenches full of concrete.  Supposedly it will take 120-150 days before our dream house will be in place.  That puts an estimated date of feeling settled again being somewhere around Christmas.  Contingent on figuring out how to post pictures in this supposedly newer, easier format, I will try to show you the action as it goes along.

Feeling Faint...
I had a follow-up appointment with the cardiologist to make sure that Yes, Absolutely, Positively, I do not have Marfan's.  A doctor will be double-checking the scan results of my echo-cardiogram, but it looks like I'm in the clear.  Allow me to take a big Megan-and-Emily-sized sigh of relief.

However, did I mention this whole fear of needles thing?  Okay, that's probably not exactly right, because I don't really mind needles.  I can watch needles inject things until the end of time.  I really have a problem with drawing of blood, and not the type with crayon or paintbrush.  So, a Wyrr walks into an injection room...stop me if you've heard this one...sits down and within 10 minutes is swooning.  I'd credit it to my wife, but, erm, sorry honey....she swooned too.  Right there in a small 6 x 8 shot room we have Mr. and Mrs. W laid out with three or maybe four nurses checking on us.  I can't speak for Lis, but I think I went wrong after about the first 20 seconds of she-who-calls-herself-a-lab-nurse digging for the vein in my hand.  Yuck.  I've definitely learned a lesson here, though.

And that lesson is, never, ever, let anyone take blood from my body.  I'm just fine keeping it, thank you.

A Striking Resemblance....or.....how to ruin the acronym MILF
We're pretty sure the echo-tech mistook Lissa for my Mom.  She was getting confused about whether some of the conditional indicators were mine or my fathers and then asked if I was the youngest child.  I've been hoping Lissa will think of this as a compliment - clearly the woman believed she was my father's trophy wife.  If nothing else, this is the ever-present reminder that you never make assumptions about relationship, pregnancy, or political party affiliation.  It's just two years difference, people!

Screw You, BOA!
My money is free from the tyranny that is inherent in the system!  Or, eh, technically it soon will be.  Bank of America, you have officially lost my business for, well, forever.  I don't know how many times and how many ways to tell you that your mortgage offer sucks in comparison to just about everyone I've looked at, and the fact that you hold my large sum deposits for 15 days has finally done it.  I can get free checking and online billpay anywhere.  Between you and Wachovia, I'm convinced the banking industry secretly hates having customers (ah, if only people could just be sweet blessed cash).

What did Wachovia do?  Oh, there was just this one time, still unforgiven, when I was told to leave and never do a teller transaction because I have an ATM card.  Seriously, the Teller said to me, and I will never forget, "I don't want to see your face in this place ever again."  Well, I got the leave and never do teller transactions part right....at least with Wachovia.  Jerks.

Next bank in the queue is USAA.  They seem friendly, like they actually care about me with my money, not just my money.  They now reimburse ATM fees, too, so I don't have to worry about driving all over town for the once in a blue moon times I need cash.  Sweet.  Oh, and they have interest on checking as well as currently 5.25% on savings.  I think I'm home.