12-2-11
Lycos cannot chew kibble anymore. We have taken to soaking her food for 24 hours each day. It seems to help quite a bit. If I can avoid it, I do not want to give her wet food. It is nasty stuff, and makes for grody poo and gas.
We got to see Santa! Bobby had his soccer practice last night so Ken dropped Dax and I off at the Target down the street to do some Christmas shopping. Dax managed to pick out presents for Bobby, Sabrina, Dylan and Taylor and even helped me pick out some things for Ken. We were done shopping a little earlier than planned, so we headed out to walk to the practice.
It was freezing out. Dax did not have his jacket and his already whinny demeanor was multiplied by 100. So we ducked back into Target and I got him some hot chocolate. This pleased and warmed him and we set out once again towards the practice.
There in front of us was police cars and the trailer that carried the main man himself. It was Santa!! He was turning into the neighborhood we were headed for. Talk about lucky day! Dax and I broke into a sprint to get over to where he was going. Not an easy task, I might add, being that I had 3 shopping bags, a purse and now Dax’s still piping hot chocolate.
We made it to where they stopped and Dax was thrilled. He charmed Santa’s helpers and told Santa very clearly what he wanted. I was able to snap a picture and I was all kinds of happy. We also found out that they would be in the area for a while, which meant that I could locate the other half of my family so that we could get Bobby on the sleigh.
We headed towards practice and within a few minutes, Ken and Bobby pulled up. I yanked Bobby out of the car and the boys and I broke into a sprint to chase down Santa who was on the move. We caught up with him and Bobby was also able to speak to the Santa clone.
Yes, the clone theory is still in place this year. They know the Santas in the malls or parades are simply Santa clones set out there to help the big man himself who is too busy at the North Pole. Couple that with the occasional “call” from Santa on my cell phone, they are quite convinced that Mr. Claus sees all.
Dax was pissing and moaning about, well, everything. Bobby was getting there, too, and we told them that the second set of candy canes we got from the nice helpers would have to go in their store instead of being desert. Screams and tears, and then my phone rang. Thank you, iPhone for allowing me to be discreet and make my phone ring so I can answer it. I spoke to Santa who said he wanted us to bring back the candy canes since he didn’t like the boys’ attitudes. Silence in the back seat. I convinced Santa to give them another chance, and boy, does that work like a charm.
I may need to set up a Santa network with people. I can text friends and have them call me just so that I can pretend it is Santa. I would totally do the same for them. Elaborate, yes, but magical outweighs all of it.
I am very happy that Tonks has figured out it is a good thing to come hang out with me in the bed. I am equally happy that Monarch seems to have decided she is allowed up there with us. It is a cozy, happy making moment when you have your kitties chilling with you as you watch 30 Rock.
Odd developments on my boob healing. The bruising has finally cleared after turning the entire lower half of my right breast black, blue and yellow. There is still the bump that they messed with, which I don’t remember being as pronounced before the procedure, but clearly it was bruised from being violated with a needle. In the last few days, it seemed more solid, and a little sore. So yesterday, I was checking it out, and as part of my standard check, I did a quick discharge squeeze. Dark red blood. It was a tiny drop, and that was it. But I can tell you, it was alarming. I was unable to duplicate it, and decided this was the stuff that she said might happen after the procedure.
I wasn’t able to get it out of my head, though. I walked up to get the boys and even when I got back, my mind was on my boob. As Bobby was doing homework, I thought I would check again, this time showing Ken and the boys what I found. I got another tiny droplet of blood, and the boys cringed in horror. Ken said I might call the doc, but he agreed that it was probably nothing to worry about.
This morning, in my checking, I noticed the lump was way smaller, and less tender. Is it possible that I aided in some healing? I don’t know, but I will keep an eye on it. I like being ok, and I so don’t need some other issue with my boob.
I have organized a light seeing night. I invited some people to see if they wanted to come see the lights with us on the 16th. I hope some, if not all, can make it. I like the idea of having a group of people to celebrate holidays with us. Perhaps as my house gets more organized, I can start having more parties. We still plan on a winter movie night, but I still need to get a good fire pit.
Bobby’s last game(s) are tomorrow. He plays at 9 am, and if he wins, he plays again at 1. I am pretty excited, but it is bitter sweet. I will kind of miss soccer days. Yes, it is a busy time of the year, but it has been fun. Next year will be even better what with them on the same team that we are in charge of. I already started work on paperwork such as the welcome letter and mapped out financial obligations. We have learned a lot from these past couple years, and I think that we will be able to try some new things to see if they work.
Sweet! I just made $50 for doing some pretty basic stuff. Look, I will take what I can get. It all goes to Christmas shopping. I got $100 from work since they ended up giving me AMEX cards instead of a restaurant voucher for my Halloween prize. I was excited about that since it allowed me to shop last night.
We will do Christmas decorating and house cleaning on Sunday. When we put in my new desk, Ken’s old desk threw up all of its contents in the entry way. I can’t stand it when there is stuff along that wall. I have decided it needs to be fixed this weekend or else Christmas decorations will be too cluttery. Time to get to work!
Ok, I am making my own list for Santa:
I would like the Just Dance game-the all Abba addition
I would like a bike (there is an AWESOME one at Target)
I want gift cards to places I can get fun shoes and fun socks
Victoria’s Secret lotion/body mist in Love Spell, Amber Romance and Vanilla Lace
Death Hag calendar
Arm warmers
I am sure I have more things, but these are what come to mind right now.
I want to get new collars for my cats. I want to get new ones for my dogs, too. I know, there is no reason, but I just like to make them pretty. I need to wash my dogs this weekend. Man, that sounds wet.
I am very proud of my favorite contestant in Miss Double D. Her talent is spelling, and I was worried for her. However, this morning, with each word she spelled, she stripped down out of her school girl outfit. Strong!
I am looking at my find a death calendar and I am noticing that there was actually a dude named Slim Pickens. Awesome! Although, less awesome that I didn’t realize this before today. Bad, Gena!
Dax is still convinced that Donkey Kong is actually Don King Kong. I really wish I had some skills in Photoshop.
My kids are really cute.
My husband is really cute.
My cats are really cute.
My dogs are really cute.
My snake is really cute.
My rats are really cute. Ok, well, Ratticus is looking a hint rough, but she is still cute.
Random thoughts from me are pouring out on to the screen.
Dax scolded me for scolding him on how he writes his name. He was “signing” his homework to day he did it, and I have to sign it, too. He looks at my horrid signature which at this point is a capital G followed by a long line. I had made him re-do his own name, so in the spirit of teaching, I re-did my name, too.
I had planned on not being at work on the 22nd, but that is the day of our Christmas luncheon at work. I may need to stick around, or just come for that since there are prizes. That is how I won my little net book. I am considering letting the boys use that. I want to set them up with a computer. They need to practice. For such a geeky family, they are not on there enough.
Mr. Customer, it does not impress me when you email me to let me know the following reasons you didn’t send payment: 1) You were out deer hunting, 2) You didn’t put enough postage on many of your envelopes, and lastly, 3) You noticed this 4 weeks AFTER you said you mailed it the first time? What a fucking idiot.
Times are tough. So many customer are pulling out some truly bullshit worthy excuses.
I am going to make my chicken noodle soup this weekend. Yum!
Hee hee! I ordered a copy of They Might Be Giants-Istanbul (not Constantinople)-Brownsville Mix off of Amazon this morning. I won’t get it for a few weeks, but seriously, I am ok with this! I love this goofy remix and I can’t wait!
No Christmas program at the kids’ school this year. I am super bummed. I love watching the kids all dressed up, singing their little hearts out.
I am doing my arm exercises every 45 minutes or so at my desk. 100 total spins each time. I don’t know if this will do anything, but it can’t hurt. I also hold in my stomach while I do it. It is like baby sit ups for my gut.
Oh! I also want the mini bike for under my desk.
I sound worse than my kids!
I wonder if the company is giving out bonus checks this year. And if so, will they surprise us with them before Christmas, or will we get them after the holidays?
Ok, I really need to get out of this journal.
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