Periodically Otto and I discuss the things which we feel will be important to us, as a couple and as a new family, once we're all living in the same house. For example: Otto feels it a crucial matter of family unity that we all enjoy watching Mythbusters, whereas I am mostly trying to impress upon him the mileage that can be gotten out of regular foot rubs. One of the things we quickly reached agreement on was our mutual desire to attain a healthier lifestyle, despite the fact that both of us are generally happier sitting on the couch eating pie than jogging. Now, Otto and I both really love...
So I've talked to a few realtors, and today I had the great big Measure Things And Sit Down And Talk About It meeting with the person who I'll probably have list the house next year. I like him. I get a friendly, honest, capable vibe off of him. And really, how many realtors can you say that about? (Now twenty people will be enraged in the comments. "I'm a realtor! My father is a realtor! We are good people!") Also: Vibe? Is that how I'm deciding these things? Well, I examined his aura and deemed him appropriate. That's true, if by aura I actually mean the various awards he's won. Bottom...
Well, there's good news and there's bad news. The bad news is that I am incapable of eating a cinnamon crunch bagel right now, as I seem to only be commanding about half of my mouth and approximately one-quarter of my upper lip. The good news is that my internet at home is working again, thanks to the mystical wonder I like to call "nightly maintenance that fixes whatever it is that Comcast is now regularly breaking on my system." Oh, wait. There's more good news: I can make some really cool faces with my lip all numb like this. So, I went to the dentist last week, and they cleaned and...
Dear everyone who is important to me, This has been quite a year for me. If you're someone I see or talk to regularly, you've probably left me a bunch of phone messages I haven't returned. If you're someone far away and/or whom I remain in only sporadic touch, not only haven't you heard from me, you have no idea, perhaps, that I'm getting married and all the other things that have changed this year. You all deserve a beautiful Christmas card from me. A sickly-sweet photo of my children, and a heartfelt message inside, along with a succinct summary of news (but not a Christmas Form Letter,...
So last night, I got home (the trip back was as uneventful as the trip there, save for the lady next to me on the plane sucking down drinks in a manner that made it necessary for her to exclaim loudly to her companion across the aisle about every fascinating item in her Stampin' Up! catalog) and ran around my house turning the heat back up and went through my mail and then sat down to tell you every fascinating little iota about my mini-vacation. And discovered that my internet connection wasn't working. It was touch-and-go there for a few minutes, while I tried to remember what one does...
Hello! I ate my weight in fat and sugar yesterday. Today I shall repent by... going to another Festival of Eating. Ack. People, I do not recommend hiring Otto as your cruise director. I go where he tells me to, and where he takes me always seems to involve a lot of calories. I think he's trying to fatten me up. I shall have to start poking a chicken bone out of my cage when he asks to see how fat my fingers have gotten. Anyway, mostly I want to report that flying on Thanksgiving Day is absolutely the way to go. Never in my life have I had a less eventful, more pleasant day of travel. All of...
My voice has gone through the many stages of aggravated cold status, arriving today at Just Sort Of Husky And If You Didn't Know It Was Due to Phlegm Maybe Sort Of Sexy. (Previous states include: Raspy, Squeaky, Gone, and Coughing Too Much To Really Talk Anyway.) This stage is my favorite so far. Now when I answer the phone, people seem mildly taken aback and/or confused, as opposed to other stages when my attempt at "Hello?" was greeted with "Oh my GOD you sound AWFUL!" I was just thinking how much better I felt, this morning, when Chickadee said, "My throat hurts a little." Hmph. No...
So Monkey has a cold, and as it goes when Monkey gets a cold, it grabs him and throttles him and he is miserable for about two weeks. And just when I'm starting to think about pinching his head between two or three fingers to stop the whining, I come down with the same cold, and then I lose the will to do, well, anything. But today was Monkey's rescheduled allergist appointment (because the original appointment was a bust) and I dragged the children and my phlegmy self over there (and got lost again! Yay! but not quite as badly as before) and we ended up spending TWO HOURS. And having tests,...
I was thinking that I may need a new category name here, soon. I mean, now that I am actually spending more time with Otto than with the television. People, I have shows on the DVR that I haven't even bothered to glance at. Either I am in love or I am dying. Personally, I'm hoping for the former. Oh, there are things to tell about the weekend, but I am too tired to tell it all tonight. Tonight you'll get little more from me than "Weekend good. Like Otto. Have fun. Need more sleep." Of course that won't stop me from saying exactly that in the most verbose way possible, anyway. I am nothing if...
