Queen of Rambles

This year has been a year of change for us, mostly for the good. Mike has a new job with new responsibilities. We signed a contract on a house. I stuck to a New Years Resolution and it changed my life (Be Vivacious! That’s my new motto). I know the year kicked many of your asses, so I hope 2009 is better for you. I just hope I can stick with my latest resolution and change my outer packaging so I can finally be happy and stop obsessing over my giant belly.

Speaking if giant bellies, I went to Zumba today and the sub never showed up! We went and asked the manager what to do and he was clueless. There was a guy in class that is apparently a regular in the evening classes. He is not a teacher but he had all the Zumba music on his iPod and graciously led the class even though he claimed he didn’t know how to teach. He did a great job for being put on the spot and we all got a great workout. The only sucky part was the end when he made us get in a circle and each of us had to go to the middle and show our Reggaeton (sp?) moves. I have no Reggaeton moves. I just went out there and shook my fat belly and tried to be vivacious. I’m thankful that I spent the year learning how to come out of my shell or I might have puked from that kind of pressure.

We’ve been having a major windstorm all day and it has been a little unnerving. At one point I looked out and saw Erik’s slide plastered against the sliding glass door about four feet off the ground. I realized I was going to have to go out and get it, so I opened the door and my shirt blew over my head. It was scary! Now we have a bunch of crap in the house that belongs outside, but I figured it was safer to have it in here.

I had so many great things to write about, but I can’t remember any of them.

Erik has started a new thing that I’m unhappy with. He just lays down in middle of public places and starts screaming like a banshee. He’s thrown tantrums before, of course, but not in public like that. Today I picked him up by his coat and he somehow managed to keep his body rigid so he was horizontal and I could NOT get him to get his feet on the floor. It was quite the sight. And we are trying to have another one? Why? Sometimes I feel so ready to explode that I have to give myself a time out. I can easily see why child abusers beat their kids with wire hangers. I have never done anything more than give him a slap on the butt, but sometimes it takes all my self-control not to start slapping the shit out of him. I try to never, never spank him because there are days when I think I might not be able to stop if I get started.

He really is a sweet boy. Sometimes. I don’t really want to hurt my little baby. I just wish he would LISTEN and OBEY. GAH!

At least there is one person around here who listens to me and does nice things for me. His new job is near a local quilt shop, so yesterday I sent him on an errand. He went into the shop for me and tried to buy a circle cutter, but they didn’t have one. I have the best husband ever. I just can’t believe the quilt shop didn’t carry a circle cutter! I’ve since realized that I can use a compass to draw a circle, but wouldn’t a fabric circle cutter be cool? There are lots of circles in the Dear Jane quilt so it would be nice to have the cutter.

In house news, we’ve ratified the contract and things should move swiftly from here on out. We’re having the inspection Monday evening! I talked to our leasing office today and found out that we have to give 60 days notice, which means we will have the house and the apartment for an overlapping month. That will give us a nice little cushion for painting and moving. The house has some interesting colors that are totally not me. The living room has red wainscoting with cream walls. I am actually sorta considering keeping the red since we have to buy new furniture for the room anyway (our current living room set will go live in the basement) but is red really me? I don’t know.

The master bedroom is sage and there is no question that it has to go. My bedroom is supposed to be a blueish-teal oasis. Nothing really matches right now thanks to life getting in the way of ideals, but sage really doesn’t fit in my dreamscape. Painting sucks sooooooo much. I should get my mom out here and have her paint. She loves to paint. But she is sloppy and fast and does a terrible job, so that’s out.

We are actually thinking of flying her out for a week or two in February so she can watch Erik while we paint and pack and move. It would be so great to have a built-in helper during that time, but I’m not sure if she’ll feel comfortable leaving her job for a week or two. She owns her own business as a housekeeper and makes quite a bit of money, but only if she’s there cleaning houses. I think everyone expects their housekeeper to take a vacation once a year so I think she can do it. I have no idea what she’ll say to this proposition.

And last but not least, I celebrated the end of the year by going to Target and filling my basket with drugs. It was embarrassing, actually, but it had to be done. We had $70 left on our flex medical spending and it would go down the tubes if we didn’t submit a receipt today. When I realized I was going to have to put all the drugs on the conveyor belt I had a moment of panic and wondered if I would be flagged as having a meth lab even though none of the meds were the type used to make meth. I explained my plight to the Target checker but I don’t think he gave a rats ass.

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