I love Christmas. I love everything about it. This is what happens when you grow up Jewish and realize that accepting Christ into your heart means pretty shiny ornaments on a twinkling tree and stockings hung by the chimney with care. Overdone commercialism aside (can we put that aside? can we pretend to, at least?), I love the whole season of anticipation. Plus, we already know that I love to shop, so what better way to indulge my love of a good bargain hunt than to go searching for goodies for all of my loved ones? It's a little slice of heaven. (And just in case there was any doubt at all...
I have decided that I would like to have a title, as just plain Mir seems to boring and, well, SHORT for someone as verbose as myself. And Mir, Lady Who Looks All Over The Entire House For Your Damn Slippers Even After She Said She Wouldn't Because It's Your Own Careless Fault That They're Lost And Then Delivers A Lecture On Taking Better Care Of Your Belongings And Maybe Throws In A Reference To Starving Children In Darfur Who Would Love To Have A Nice Pair Of Slippers seems just a mite overlong. (It's Pajama Day at school today. That's a persuasive argument for procreation, right there:...
The thing I found most interesting about having my blog out of commission for the better part of a week is that there's a part of my brain which notes "blogworthy" moments/thoughts/items and when I am not allowed that outlet by which to share them with the world... ... I realize that wow, 99% of my thoughts are pretty inconsequential. [Insert clothes-rending and general wailing about my station as but a speck in a vast universe here.] Nevertheless, the brain dump availability of a blawwwwwwg does come in handy. Plus, I am all about the sharing. For example, after yesterday's post---a...
It feels rather anti-climactic, honestly, at this point. I mean, I got all of my data back, I'm happily running on a much better server through a company with awesome customer support (Fusix! We love Fusix!), and so maybe it doesn't really matter that WiredHub fucked up royally last week, at this point. Except that it does. It matters for a few reasons. It matters because they're a service provider that failed to provide, you know, basic service. It matters because their customer service is atrocious and in this day and age, businesses simply cannot afford to treat their customers badly and...
I have so much to say, and none of it involves weeping (any more) which is a huge change from the past week. Soon we shall discuss this last week in detail and then put it behind us and move on, but I can't do it just yet. Today I am spending the day focusing on my children. My wonderful, awesome, patient children, who still love me even though I all but ignored them for four days while my business (and I) were in a tailspin. This may have nothing to do with me and everything to do with the pudding cups I packed them on Friday, along with notes about how great I think they are and how much I...
I have a cell phone, and I love it and I hate it. I love knowing that if I'm out and have some sort of emergency, I can reach someone. I hate that it doesn't always work, that I often forget to charge it, and that most often when it rings it's not anyone I wish I speak to. [Digression: It took the kids' school several months to figure out that someone had input our area code incorrectly in their computers. During that time, if they needed to reach me---which, thanks to my charming Boy Of Many Difficulties was more often than I'd like to admit---they'd call my cell phone and insist that my...
I love Halloween, but in the same way that I love tequila---a little bit goes a long way, and too much is, ah, regrettable. The dressing up? That's awesome. Having candy? Yes, please. (Especially from the point of view of this whole parenting gig, because they go begging FOR ME and then share because they love me. Or because they leave their buckets on the counter and go to bed earlier than I do. Details.) But when Halloween falls on a weeknight and the kids keep wanting to do "just one more house," at the end of the night while I'm trying to get cranky children into bed, I'm thanking the...
It's not that I'm not a fan of the Red Sox, because OF COURSE I am a fan of the Red Sox. I find that down here in the south I am even MORE of a fan of the Red Sox because it rather feels like more of my identity is hinging on it, somehow; and so this has nothing to do with my love of the team, or even how it just never stops being funny to me to poke Otto and say, "Hey! There's my favorite player, COCO CRISP! I bet he turns all chocolatey in milk!" And I am delighted that they won the Series. Truly, I am. In fact, I would like to extend a very special, heart-felt thanks to them for sweeping...
So guess what I did this morning! Go on, GUESS! I put on a sweater. Because I was COLD. Which is sort of newsworthy in and of itself, I suppose (it's official: my blood has thinned), but that's not what I wanted to tell you. No, actually what I was referring to was the fact that today we had the long-awaited 504 meeting to "get things straightened out." I drove over to the school this morning with trepidation, bracing myself (and here I reveal my overwhelming geekiness, fair warning) with the rather soothing thought that even if the meeting didn't go well, it would surely yield so much...
