It’s like a hurricane outside tonight. Hope Santa is wearing his Gore-tex. Lydia is conked out but the cats are wild as jackrabbits. No presents were eaten this year though I suspect Renton has had some nibbles of wired ribbon. We’re all ready for Christmas here. Actually, I think I’m ready for sleep.
Monthly Archives: December 2009
the creepy man that sneaks into your house at night
As opposed to last year, Lydia decided Santa is The Scary Man Extraordinaire. What a nice set of molars you have there, child!
chance encounter
I ran up to J.C. Penney yesterday afternoon to pick up a few things. When I got to the checkout counter I was momentarily surprised because the cashier woman strongly reminded me of my mother. She certainly didn’t look exactly like her but just very specific things cried out to me: the shape of her […]
Sputnik is . . . aptly named?
This past Friday I had an appointment for a screening test. It’s basically an ultrasound and bloodwork to check for chromosomal abnormalities. No biggie, we did the same thing with Lydia mainly because, hey!, another ultrasound. Why not. With Lydia we went downtown but now they’re offering the test at our hospital so the drive’s […]
christmastime for tacos
At Christmas last year Lydia was not yet mobile so I had no far for all my Christmas trimmings and trappings. This year, however, I had a great anxiety about how the now-running Lydia would behave with the tree. After all, it’s practically a toy-laden conifer in the eyes of a toddler. When the tree […]
the tree, 2009
I give you The Tree, 2009: Lights: 2600 total, tied for last year Lydia: surprisingly has shown a healthy respect for the tree thus far; she knows not to touch it — she just gets a kick out of naming what all the ornaments are Cats: had been at their BEST behavior until the first […]
room full of stuff
Ever since my laptop had a brief stint in an exercise class, it has been tethered to an old CRT screen (and, more recently, a sweet flatscreen monitor Steven scored from work) in the third bedroom that has always been dubbed ‘the office.’ Thus, I have also been relegated to the office whenever I have […]
sputnik likes oreos
I’m eating little mini Oreos this morning because Sputnik apparently likes them. I usually don’t, or I at least scrape out the cream filling for disposal. If I gain 80 pounds, it’s all Sputnik’s fault. I had a quick little checkup yesterday and everything’s peachy. Slowly but surely I think the nausea horribilus is ebbing […]