2006. Buh-bye.

I don’t really expect that this will be my last post of the year, but I saw the format suggested on here, and I thought it might be fun. Here’s a 2006 retrospective, courtesy of the first line of the first post from each month in 2006.

So the holidays are now over and I’ve got at least a little time back to myself. No more sitting in a freezing basement wrapping presents for me, no sir. It was a wonderful holiday, but I’m rather over it now and am looking on to 2006. (OK, that’s more than one line, but it fits...)

It occurs to me that I’m perhaps the suckiest blogger in the world.

The kids and I spent the weekend at my mom’s since D was on call this weekend. We’ve decided it’s best for us to get out of his hair on those weekends when he’s unusually grumpy and gets a million phonecalls. (Again with the more than one line, but again, it fits...)

I don’t even know what that means. Whatever.

There are lots of things that I’ve heard people say about “you’re not really a mom until…”

I don’t know which is grosser...

So. Here we are.

Today was A’s first day back to preschool.

...for A not to be so funny.

I SO don't have time to be doing this, but hey.

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Hm. That was fun. I'm debating now whether to do all of the Christmas dinner shopping tonight when I run to the store to pick up the stuff I need to make D’s contribution to his office potluck, or whether I’ll brave the sure-to-be horrible crowds this weekend. I’m thinking...that’s one thing to cross off the to-do list. It might behoove me to do it tonight.

On the happy side of things, I got my Christmas presents today!! Yay!! Well, I didn’t actually get them, but I took a step in that direction. I finally dropped off a cocktail ring of my grandmother’s that I inherited and have had sitting in my jewelry box for about 10 years. It was the god-awfulest looking thing in its old setting, so I’m having it re-set into a single-row band to wear with my wedding band and engagement diamond. I SO can’t wait to get it back!!

Today’s laugh came courtesy of the J-Bird. We were sitting at dinner, almost completely done. She had made it abundantly clear that she had NO intention of eating her vegetable soup, so D removed the bowl from her tray (lest it end up upside-down on the carpet, thank-you-very-much). There was a stray piece of celery left on her tray. She poked at it, asked “What’s that mean? It’s nasty!” and squashed it into her tray. Greeeeeaaaaaaaat. A two-year-old who says “It’s nasty.” We’re in for some fun teen years come 2017.