So…it’s the new year. And so far my resolutions for the year are going pretty well, thank you so much for asking. (that might be #1 for my non-numbered list) Only 361 days to keep.it.up.
I have no idea where this week went, let alone 2013, but it is ok…what would I do with all that time if I could hold onto it? Keep it in a bottle? Any Jim Croce fans out there?
It’s been a busy week, but aren’t they all? Just busy in a different way; no scheduled activities yet (which could be #2 on this same non-numbered list), but they will all start back up this coming week.
But thankfully (#3…if I were to number) none of them are scheduled on Monday. I should really not complain, so don’t read this in a whiney tone, but it is going to be a HIGH of -10 here on Monday.
Yes, you read that right…it was not a mis-type. That is a (-) in front of the 10.
And no I do not live in Alaska; it will just feel that way.
I must confess that the thought of it has crushed any dreams I may have ever had of living in Cicely, Alaska (reference, anyone?). I don’t like cold or snow. But then again, it’s not always as bad as it seems.
But I digress.
So now, I shall commence with my again-non-numbered list of TTOT. It’s what you were all waiting for anyway…I am thankful for
Spending New Year’s Eve with my three favorite guys (Mr. Always Random and the PBA, in case you were not sure)…it was a pretty wild time, as one might expect. We busted out Mr. Always Random’s haul of cheese and sausage from Pepperidge Farms (He loves that stuff and it’s on his Christmas list every year…it’s the little things really), pizza from Papa Murphy’s (the $5 Favs…we’re cheap), and milkshakes utilizing my botched Peppermint Oreo Bark as a mix-in (tasty!) made with my new blender (which I’m not so certain about yet, but it’s red and shiny and looks pretty sitting on the counter).
Going to bed before midnight on New Year’s Eve…shocking, I know. We let the PBA stay up to midnight if they wanted…at 10:45 the 10yo came to snuggle in our bed and promptly fell asleep, and the 12yo fell asleep watching “Twlight Zone” on the SciFi channel at about 11. We’re all night owls, to be sure. Don’t judge.
Not being sick or hung-over (there was no reason because I only had one drink and that was at about 6pm) on New Year’s Day. I felt great!
Spending all day on New Year’s with a sweet friend.
And her adorable kiddos.
And their dog.
Learning to hang wallpaper on New Year’s Day.
MASTERING hanging wallpaper on New Year’s Day. OK, probably not really mastering, but still it looked pretty good and her son was surprised and pleased. (He was out of town and came home to a finished room…I was glad to help her pull off the surprise. Also, I feel compelled to tell you that no it was not “a nice floral pattern” as my 10yo asked about it…it looks like a brick wall).
As an aside, I don’t know what it says about me that I did not take a picture of the friend (she might have killed me if I had), her beautiful kiddos, or the wallpaper project we worked on for 6+ hours…just the dog. It made Indy jealous, which was the whole goal. Frankly there’s not much challenge in it, but still, I consider it a challenge.
Finally getting in our annual Duck Pin Bowling and Santorini’s Greek Kitchen …I know you are dying to see the pictures but no worries…it’s on my docket to write about soon. I promise I won’t forget.
School starting again. I LOVE vacation and three weeks wasn’t nearly as long as I thought it would be (although on Day 2 I was having serious doubts about my sanity when I planned for us to have three weeks off, as well as my future sanity when the three weeks was over), but it’s good to be back into a routine. I’m sure the PBA would concur…if you strong-armed them.
A consultation with an oral surgeon for my 10yo…remember that whole “Anklosis” thing? Well, the oral surgeon (who, as an aside, I have known most of his life, and is the son of our dentist who is in the process of retiring) wanted us to have a 3D x-ray taken just so he could see how things are in relationship to one another in there. He’s going to use that x-ray, as well as consult with another oral surgeon, our dentist (his dad) and the orthodontist who referred us in order to come up with a course of action. And just because I couldn’t let it alone, I asked him how common this sort of “hot mess” is…and he said “not very common.” Fabulous. My kid is going to be “that kid” who gives the oral surgeon and the orthodontist a great story to share at cocktail parties. I won’t even go into the possible options (none of which sound great), until after we meet with him again in two weeks. So we’ll just put it out of our minds until then, ok? So where’s the thankfulness in that? That we had the initial appointment and that we can continue to stuff it down into a “mental compartment” and not deal with it for two more weeks.
I’m sure that’s at least ten and if not, there’s no need for you to count and tell me about my mis-step.
Instead, spend your time hopping on over to Lizzi and the other co-hosts to see their thanksfuls for the week.