I have a million things swirling in my head, but I'm not sure how to get them all down on paper.
Let's make a list. Helpful, no?
-- Scotty is better. He's back to his normal Bear self, which includes yelling, "Mom has boobs!" to anyone that will listen at the grocery store, demanding to be picked up ("Up! Up! UPPA!") when I've got my hands full, and demanding to play chase with Da-da the minute he hears the garage door. In other words, he's 100% again.
-- Brian's arbitration is over, at least for now. I have a husband again. This is a wonderful thing. We celebrated Saturday night with cocktails and dinner on the Strip. It was a much, much, much need adult-night out.
-- Our damn Christmas cards are finally done. For the record, I hate Christmas cards. I wasn't even going to send any out, and then last Thursday, I decided to resurrect Christmas and put in a super-rush-order to Tiny Prints. The stupid cards probably cost more than Scotty's tuition to preschool. And then I realized I ordered square cards, which require additional postage, so Brian had to make an emergency trip to the post office. And after all of that, the cards look a lot like drink coasters. So please, after you receive yours, please feel free to set your beverage on it as well. Double purpose. And then I'll feel like I got my money's worth.
-- I am losing a dear friend this week. Sarah O, one of my favorite people in the whole world, is packing up forever and heading to the great snowy state of North Dakota. While I'm happy she'll be with her husband and kids again, I'm selfishly very sad for myself that such a good friend will be so far away. But thanks to the wonders of social media, I'm hoping we are still able to stay in good touch. Miss you, Sarah.
-- And finally, I accidentally clicked on a link on my blog prior to writing this and ended up in June 2011. I started reading through everything that happened and realized that my dad really isn't going to be here for Christmas. I just honestly still can't believe it. I'm so sad for my mom, my sister, and our whole family. I just can't believe it. Living out here is fairly insulating, but then there are the occasional moments when it becomes real. And it's crushing.
So with that being said, I'm going to take a few days off from writing. I'm just ready for a bit of a break. I'll be back next week.
Happy holidays, friends. :-)
Let's make a list. Helpful, no?
-- Scotty is better. He's back to his normal Bear self, which includes yelling, "Mom has boobs!" to anyone that will listen at the grocery store, demanding to be picked up ("Up! Up! UPPA!") when I've got my hands full, and demanding to play chase with Da-da the minute he hears the garage door. In other words, he's 100% again.
-- Brian's arbitration is over, at least for now. I have a husband again. This is a wonderful thing. We celebrated Saturday night with cocktails and dinner on the Strip. It was a much, much, much need adult-night out.
-- Our damn Christmas cards are finally done. For the record, I hate Christmas cards. I wasn't even going to send any out, and then last Thursday, I decided to resurrect Christmas and put in a super-rush-order to Tiny Prints. The stupid cards probably cost more than Scotty's tuition to preschool. And then I realized I ordered square cards, which require additional postage, so Brian had to make an emergency trip to the post office. And after all of that, the cards look a lot like drink coasters. So please, after you receive yours, please feel free to set your beverage on it as well. Double purpose. And then I'll feel like I got my money's worth.
-- I am losing a dear friend this week. Sarah O, one of my favorite people in the whole world, is packing up forever and heading to the great snowy state of North Dakota. While I'm happy she'll be with her husband and kids again, I'm selfishly very sad for myself that such a good friend will be so far away. But thanks to the wonders of social media, I'm hoping we are still able to stay in good touch. Miss you, Sarah.
-- And finally, I accidentally clicked on a link on my blog prior to writing this and ended up in June 2011. I started reading through everything that happened and realized that my dad really isn't going to be here for Christmas. I just honestly still can't believe it. I'm so sad for my mom, my sister, and our whole family. I just can't believe it. Living out here is fairly insulating, but then there are the occasional moments when it becomes real. And it's crushing.
So with that being said, I'm going to take a few days off from writing. I'm just ready for a bit of a break. I'll be back next week.
Happy holidays, friends. :-)
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