Miri in a box

Pepsi please? please?
Our cutie pie
Sometimes she even picks up her blocks

So after sending my family some pictures around the holidays Brenda wrote and said "Um...what happened to all your furniture in the livingroom? Didn't you take it with you?" to which I am finally providing the proof that yes, we did. But it is still very open.

I held off eating the whole bag of Milano cookies though

Today was going to be an excellent day. I was going to take Miriam to a program at the library, go grocery shopping (and "other" shopping), come home, enjoy my evening. Sounds very simple on paper right?

First I have to find the library. While leaving I realize I missed a call from our pal, Sebastian, who is watching out for Miri and I while Bill is away. I resolve to call him back later, because I am focused on finding this library. Which I can't do. I turn around a couple of times before I "find" it. I turn into a complex that has a bunch of buildings, no parking spots, and small signs. I finally figure out the library was the building out front (lots of parking) and head that way. As I am getting Miriam out of the car - Bill calls! I answer my phone all ready to vent my steam (I'm frustrated about the extra 10 minutes I spent driving and am ready to blame it on Georgia being dumb, which is my current way of dealing with frustration) but it's NOT Bill. BILL accidentally left his phone somewhere at the shot show and someone is being really great about trying to find him. So here's me . . . trying to wrestle child out of car seat, while gentleman on the phone wants to give me his phone number to facilitate husband phone retrieval, still frustrated about "dumb" Georgia roads. It's all in a days work for a mommy I guess.

Library program is fun. Getting back into the car, I have this sneaking suspicion someone is talking about my rear-end sticking out. Turns out I am NOT crazy, as I stand up from buckling Miriam, two guys say hi as they are hopping into the neighboring car. Uh-hi (go away mack daddy). Then one of them says (as Miriam gets upset) "She's mad because she doesn't have me for a daddy." Uh -barf (die, scum of the earth.). Lucky for me they didn't stop the process of getting into their car during this exchange, so I didn't have to deal with them anymore.

On the way home I discover I can't stop by Costco for milk, I have no Costco card. I am exhausted when we get home for lunch but I still have to MAKE lunch and go GET milk, seeing as we are down to drops of milk (Thank goodness for payday). So I hand Miriam and myself a Milano cookie (or two) and get to it. Miriam does okay at Costco until the end when Mommy makes her give up the Costco pen so we can leave. Blood curdling Screaming ensues all the way home (except when Mommy is handing us pieces of blueberry). Now she's asleep. I'm ready to crash at 2:45pm. I can't bear the thought of struggling to get Miriam back into her car seat for another trip to the grocery store (Wal-Mart this time) - we can live on berries and milk until tomorrow right?

Except I must come into possession of a plunger for my toilet. I probably can't hold it that long.

(alright so I do have a second bathroom)

Thank heavens I am meeting Sebastian and his wife for lunch on Saturday. I think I am going to NEED it.

Hey what happened to me?!

In case you are wondering where I went off to (sheesh Maggie you've only been absent a week): I had a talk at church, WW in January is very busy, SCA 12th night event, trying to keep up with scripture reading and yoga, in addition to my regular housekeeping, childcare, cook duties. (Nevermind that I wasted away a few hours yes HOURS playing the Sims2 - though it was after everything was over)

This week doesn't promise to be much better as I am trying to catch up after a weekend of generally making a big mess and not finishing the laundry. I worked WW again today. I was gone from 4:45-9:45. For ONE MEETING. WW again tomorrow - luckily it's a CHAMP center, gotta love computers. Even though it's two meetings I will still probably only work 4:15-8:15. Bill has a church meeting in the evening. Then Bill leaves on Wednesday until Sunday (trip for job to Orlando. If I had more green stuff Miriam and I would go too) and even though his birthday is next Monday - oh- yes I am working crazy 5 hour meeting AGAIN.

Why am I telling you all this? I'm not really sure except to say "when does it end?" which of course it never does. You work hard to do your jobs, and raise your kids, and clean and feed everyone and occasionally get a few moments (moments I say) to relax and just be.

Miriam is very busy exsisting. She:
threw a big tantrum today when I came in from outside earlier when she wanted,
tries to say "shoe" (about half the time it sounds slightly like another four letter word, but it's shoe),
and hits the deck when I peek into her room during naptime because "uh-oh I'm supposed to be asleep." (don't worry she fell asleep later)

New Years Resolutions

I've been thinking about having a New Years Resolution this year. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I feel so good about life (getting sleep and all that I feel like a human being again) that I want to make a goal or two.
I don't usually have resolutions. Or maybe I should say resolutions that are serious for me to #1 - remember and #2 - keep. I usually like to make them . . . unique to myself, that is, addressing some particular aspect of my life that I would like to improve. The last resolution I had was to learn to shoot a gun (this was in 2006. I think 2007 got lost in pregnancy and 2008 got lost on baby). I wanted to do this because I was pretty much extremely afraid of guns, I couldn't really imagine handling one. Around June I finally got into an all day class at a local range, where we got to handle and shoot various kinds of guns. I even brought my husbands gun. It was what I really needed. There was basic learning about parts, loading etc. I'm pretty sure I didn't hit a darn target in the place but in all seriousness - I wasn't paying that much attention. If I had done the thing properly I probably would have returned to the shooting range often and gotten comfortable and maybe even good at shooting. As it was things got lost in the rest of the year. I am however much more comfortable in my ability to handle a gun, which was really the point in the first place. Hopefully I'll get a chance to really feel good about my ability to handle a gun. But it's a start.
This year, these kind of resolutions are lost on me. I am thinking of hoping on the bandwagon to lose those last 10 ( I really can't afford a new wardrobe and would like to fit into the buckets of clothing stored in my closet). I hate to make that a resolution because I am doing that New Year or no New Year Thankyouverymuch.
Maybe I'll get back into shooting. What is your resolution for the year?