E.P.T. (Extremely, Positively Thankful)
Welcome back. It's seems like such a long time since my last post, so let me fill you in on some random happenings and developments.
No Christmas bonus from my husband's employer really sucks. Oh wait, without sounding too unthankful I should mention that we did get a six pack of Guinness.
A father who will treks to Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve at 5:30 and climbs up a ladder to retrieve the last 20 inch Purple girl's bike in the store so his daughter will wake up on Christmas morning with a brand new bike under the tree is a keeper.
Having no cable or satellite TV during college football Bowl Game season also sucks big eggs!
Property taxes being due on January 1st...UGH!!!! need I say more. Oh, the joys of home ownership.
Taking down the Christmas tree is never as much fun as putting it up.
Watching General Hospital during Christmas vacation is one of life's greatest guilty pleasures.
In-laws who in the past don't call to tell us when they are coming and just show up have now resorted to calling to tell us when they're coming and then don't show up.
Speaking of visitors, my Aunt Dot was a little late this showing up this month. This of course left much time and nervous energy to contemplate how my life was going to be turned upside down if she didn't just damn show up. Granted when you're not on birth control and enjoy a fairly active sex life (for a married person that is) it would seem that this sort of occurrence is to be expected. However, since it has been 3 years of no birth control, I had naturally just assumed either my husband was shooting blanks or my eggs had dried up. But for some reason this month really scared me. I mean where would I put a nursery? I would have to do a lot of rearranging. And child care costs. FMLA. And diapers and sleepless nights. You see the reason for my fear.
I have to admit, though, I got a little sad when she finally decided to show up on the "new" New Year's Day (you see New Year's Day usually falls on January 1st. But this year, because it fell on a Sunday and in the kindgom of NFL they could not share court with the lowly college football peasants- so all Bowl Games and yes, even the Parades didn't happen until Jan. 2nd this year.) Because of this slight delay in Aunt Dot's arrival, my midnight champagne New Year's Eve toast was soured by the possibility that I could possibly be giving alcohol fetal syndrome to my unborn child.
Thankfully, all the alcohol I consumed between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day has only damaged MY liver. Oh and by the way I learned the taking Tylenol for a hangover is not a good idea. Morning news shows can be rather helpful. Your liver is the organ used to absorb acetemenophin (sp?) the active ingredient in Tylenol and obviously alcohol also taxes your liver. So take Ibuprofen instead to cure those pesky hangovers.
So, that should bring us up to date. Of course lots of other exciting and eventful occurrences took place over the past two weeks, but there are only so many hours in the day with which to post them all.
On second thought, that's pretty much all that happened.
No Christmas bonus from my husband's employer really sucks. Oh wait, without sounding too unthankful I should mention that we did get a six pack of Guinness.
A father who will treks to Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve at 5:30 and climbs up a ladder to retrieve the last 20 inch Purple girl's bike in the store so his daughter will wake up on Christmas morning with a brand new bike under the tree is a keeper.
Having no cable or satellite TV during college football Bowl Game season also sucks big eggs!
Property taxes being due on January 1st...UGH!!!! need I say more. Oh, the joys of home ownership.
Taking down the Christmas tree is never as much fun as putting it up.
Watching General Hospital during Christmas vacation is one of life's greatest guilty pleasures.
In-laws who in the past don't call to tell us when they are coming and just show up have now resorted to calling to tell us when they're coming and then don't show up.
Speaking of visitors, my Aunt Dot was a little late this showing up this month. This of course left much time and nervous energy to contemplate how my life was going to be turned upside down if she didn't just damn show up. Granted when you're not on birth control and enjoy a fairly active sex life (for a married person that is) it would seem that this sort of occurrence is to be expected. However, since it has been 3 years of no birth control, I had naturally just assumed either my husband was shooting blanks or my eggs had dried up. But for some reason this month really scared me. I mean where would I put a nursery? I would have to do a lot of rearranging. And child care costs. FMLA. And diapers and sleepless nights. You see the reason for my fear.
I have to admit, though, I got a little sad when she finally decided to show up on the "new" New Year's Day (you see New Year's Day usually falls on January 1st. But this year, because it fell on a Sunday and in the kindgom of NFL they could not share court with the lowly college football peasants- so all Bowl Games and yes, even the Parades didn't happen until Jan. 2nd this year.) Because of this slight delay in Aunt Dot's arrival, my midnight champagne New Year's Eve toast was soured by the possibility that I could possibly be giving alcohol fetal syndrome to my unborn child.
Thankfully, all the alcohol I consumed between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day has only damaged MY liver. Oh and by the way I learned the taking Tylenol for a hangover is not a good idea. Morning news shows can be rather helpful. Your liver is the organ used to absorb acetemenophin (sp?) the active ingredient in Tylenol and obviously alcohol also taxes your liver. So take Ibuprofen instead to cure those pesky hangovers.
So, that should bring us up to date. Of course lots of other exciting and eventful occurrences took place over the past two weeks, but there are only so many hours in the day with which to post them all.
On second thought, that's pretty much all that happened.
posted by amyd | 11:00 AM
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