Today started out kinda bad with a small misunderstanding between C's dad and I. It could've gone much worse but I once again managed to keep my mouth shut (for the most part). Sometimes I amaze myself.
This afternoon C. and I got together with my mom, brother and sister-in-law, and aunt for a late Christmas. Opened presents at my mom's and then went out to eat. So much better than having to fix a meal and clean up the mess. Came home from that and got to talk to Mitzi on the phone. The more I talk to her the more I like her.. and the more I'm sure we could get into some real comical and maybe even dangerous situations if we lived any closer to each other.
We just finished watching disc one of Pearl Harbor. I probably shouldn't watch war movies right before going to bed.
How weird... Blogger changed my password. Hmmmm... makes me kinda nervous about publishing anything right now. Oh well... I'll try it anyway and if everything goes bye-bye, it'll be a great excuse to redesign and maybe move to greymatter or moveable type.
Anyhooos, Christmas Day - Todd had to work. I was in a crappy mood because he was gone and C. was with his dad. I'd promised Emily last night that I would see her at her grandma's today plus I promised Mitzi I'd see her there too. I was all prepared to go and have a miserable time but I didn't. Last year I felt out of place, having never met most of Todd's extended family. This year I felt like I belonged there. Everyone seemed happier this year, especially Todd's mom. Lots of laughter thanks to Mitzi. A few times I laughed so hard I thought I broke something internally. I'd go into more detail but you really have to know the participants to appreciate the humor.
Just when you think your kids never listen to you, they prove you wrong. Case in point: A conversation with Christopher while doing dishes this morning.
Me: (glancing towards reading points calendar on fridge) Hey Dink, looks like you've slacked off on the reading.
C: Yeah, I was doing it every day and then decided screw it.
Me: Do what???
C: You know, screw it? Not do it anymore??
Me: I don't think you are allowed to use the words 'screw it' in that manner, are you?
C: Well, you say it!
Now I have to take "screw it" off the list of things I can utter. This is how women become grandmotherly. They gradually subtract words from the vocabulary as the children pick them up. By the time the first grandchildren arrive, the only acceptable words are "shoot, poop, dang, darn and SOB".
If Grandma has a lapse and the "f" word escapes her lips, the children and grandchildren all run far and fast, only to rejoin and talk about it later. "Geesh, did you hear what grandma said?? She's really slipping!"
Yes, with each word I remove from vocabulary, I move one small step closer to the rest home.
There are little white sparkly things floating in the wind this morning. I am not going to say the "s" word for fear of jinxing something. Christopher has already been out with the dog. Dozer had never seen frozen precipitation before and responded by running circles and barking. Oddly enough, that's what I feel like doing too. Well, maybe not the barking part. ha!
