Sunday, December 23, 2007

Merry Christmas to all


Friday, December 21, 2007

Delayed adolescence

Maybe I’m an 11 year old boy trapped in a late thirtysomething woman’s body (for the next month anyway!) but this headline made me laugh out loud:

Dog Blamed For Ripping One


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

It's that time of year

Time for the annual Christmas freak out...

Elle asked how I was doing, in light of the recent weather events (as an aside, Good Lord am I boring, posting about weather?!)…I thought I was doing ok, until I looked at the calendar and realized that Christmas is in less than a week!

Presents bought? Mostly, still have some left to buy.

Presents wrapped? Nope.

Menu planned? (We host Christmas dinner for my family). Not really.

Tree up? Check.

Christmas pedicure? You bet! (it might just be my newest holiday tradition. Never mind that I smudged the polish putting my socks/shoes back on. I couldn’t exactly traipse over the snowbanks back to the car in those flip flops the salon provides).

And somehow, what should be a slow time for work is busy (I know, traditionally insurance is busy right before year end but what I do isn’t. Usually). I’ve been fielding more emails the last couple days than I have in a long time. I’ve even checked email from home and responded. Next week had better be quieter. I’m planning on organizing my office.

Luckily, the forecast for this weekend for once does not have snow/sleet/freezing rain/any sort of wintry mix in it (of course, now I’ve jinxed it!) so we should be able to accomplish any items left to finish and spend Monday morning relaxing before the Christmas Eve festivities with my in-laws.

And, just because C isn’t beside herself enough with the whole Christmas is in however many days, there’s a full moon on Christmas Eve. Fun times!

Am I the only slacker?

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Saturday, December 15, 2007

Let's Partay

Maybe it's the two bottles of wine that we've drunk (in anticipation of the nor'easter we're supposed to be getting later tonight/tommorrow) but I think a party at Tim Burton/Helena Bonham Carter's place could be fun...I bet Johnny Depp would even stop by...

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Before, and during

Picture taken when I noticed the snow had started about 10:30 this morning:

Taken just about a half hour ago (about 2:30 EST)...

It's not supposed to stop until about 11 tonight, and there's a bigger storm predicted for Saturday night/Sunday morning! I need a palm tree and umbrella drink!

I got all the way to the train this morning when Metro North sent an email to say the wires were tangled up in Bridgeport and there was no train service. I forwarded the email to my boss, who told me to turn around and go home. Thanks boss!

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Monday, December 10, 2007

Ice Ice Baby

Pictures from today's ice event:

I had already scheduled today for a vacation day, so it was nice to listen to the radio, hear school was closed for C, and roll over and sleep until 8...

We're forecast for more yukkiness on Thursday night, but the office holiday party is on Friday and I'm not missing that!

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Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Mother of the Year

Some background: my mom was a nurse. Growing up, that meant that unless there was blood and/or vomit involved, the standard response to “I don’t feel good” was “ Go to school, you’ll feel better”. I swore, when I grew up and had kids, I would take them seriously.

Well, we all know what happens when you grow up and have kids. The things you told yourself you’d never say or do – you say or do! C woke up last week and said she felt “sniffly”…My response – “Go downstairs and get ready for school, you’ll feel better”…

Then, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I had the day off (interview, went well but I’m not interested) and screwed up the morning routine by waking up later than normal, and trying to help. It was flurrying, so I hustled C through her routine (up, dressed, teeth brushed, etc.) and told her I’d drive her to the bus.

Except when we got outside, the bus was already backing up onto our street! (We live on a dead end street near the town line, so it’s easiest for the bus to back into our street to get C). I drive down the street, pull over (luckily our awesome bus driver saw us and waited) and tell C to hurry up and get out. She protests that she’s not finished her waffle and she’s “not taking the bus today”.

Oh yes you are. Get her out of the car, zip her coat, hand her her waffle and walk her to the bus door. Give her a kiss, tell her I’ll see her that afternoon, and off she goes, waffle in hand.

At least she have something to talk about in therapy when she’s older!

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