Monday, December 27, 2010

Happy Birthday to my Best Friend

Joe~ Today its your milestone birthday. And I know that it's "freaking you out" a bit.  But... are wonderful are loved are simply the most handsome man I have ever seen

I hope the upcoming year is full of life and love for you.

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” ~Abraham Lincoln

Happy birthday!

And on to the Next...

I love Christmas. I really do. And I'm not going to talk about the spiritual side of it (yes, that's the most important thing to me).

What I love is the idea of the holiday. Even the way we celebrate it here in the US. I love the giving of gifts, the surprise on people's faces when they realize that you were actually listening back in August when they said they just loved (or needed) that special something.  I love seeing what your special someone (for years, even in adulthood it was my mom...thanks, mom) puts in your Christmas stocking.

What I don't love are my personal, false expectations of how it ought to be. I had a bit of a meltdown on Christmas Eve. Too much to do, fear of failure, fear of rejection. Possibly all irrational thoughts, but floating around and settling in my brain nonetheless. 

By Christmas morning I had straightened myself out, with a lot of encouragement from my honey. We had a marvelous day. Very relaxed. Joe came over and we opened our stockings. My mom called and asked if I liked the funky old mirror she found for me. Uh-oh. Hadn't actually opened presents yet. (But I do like the mirror!) Popped the turkey in the oven and cooked all day. It was marvelous. I am learning to be a hostess like my mom is, relaxed, and fun. No one has ever died because the day was not perfectly orchestrated.  Joe's mom and cousin came over and we ate like pigs. My dad stayed home and humbugged. He should have come. The turkey and everything else came out perfectly.

So now it's over and we can plan for the new year. 2011 had big things in store.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Something New

I start my new position at the hospital tomorrow morning. There are pros and cons with every change in life, and this one is no different. I sure will miss the energy and craziness of the ER. Also, I feel quite confident in my capabilities there, and now I get to start over learning a bunch of new systems, new personnel and new management styles.

However, the Maternal Fetal Medicine position is Monday through Friday. Hooray. No more weekends. No holidays. No evenings. I am very excited about that! And so is Joe.

Plus, I will now be going in at 9, which means that since I am up early anyway, I will be able to get my workout done in the morning, and have plenty of time for housework and chores to get done. So my evenings will be free.

I'll keep you posted!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

They Also Favor Caning as Punishment for Theft

While reading one of my garage sale finds (the Bill Bryson book listed to the left) a desembarkation receipt from the prior reader's travel to Singapore fell out. Since I've never visited anywhere other than our North American neighbors, I found the following warning on the bottom rather ominous.


That would make me think twice if I was choosing drug mule as a career. What would you do if you had already ingested illegal substances and you had to get off the plane?!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Mommy's Little (Bro) Helper

It would probably be much easier to change the linen on the bed without assistance from Little Bro. But I just can't seem to deprive him of the pleasure of helping. As soon as the bottom sheet goes on, he races on the bed and buries himself in the fresh top sheet.

Little Bro, get out of the bed.

La la la. If I can't see you, I can't hear you!  Besides, I'm helping you, Mommy.

I guess I'd better get off the computer and go kick this killer beast out of the bed so I can finish making it.