Thursday, December 28, 2006

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it...

So today I restrained myself - no shopping. Yesterday, however, I did indeed hit the Target hardware department and bought wire, picture hooks and plaster nails. Today, I used all that fun stuff to hang a picture we took in Vancouver - this is the Burrard Street Bridge, the highest point Nate & I crossed (twice!) during the Vancouver Marathon in May. This is where Nate started popping Advils like they were Tic Tacs to compensate for his broken foot. Are you impressed? You should be - it just about killed us.

P.S. Nate spent the evening @ BW3's - those of you that are Spartans probably have fond memories of burgers on Weck. I, on the other hand, spent the evening here eating popcorn and planning my next shopping trip. Sephora, here I come. Nate, you'd better get home soon - I'm kicking it up a notch, and your 12/30 paycheck is in serious jeopardy.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Retail therapy

So Nate is out of town all week. Normally, he is home from Christmas Eve - New Year's Day, and sometimes longer depending when the holidays fall. But he's in the midst of a huge project, so he and the rest of the Woodbridge network group are all whooping it up in Lansing.

I have a tendency to overcompensate when he's gone. We do WAY too much to try to fill the days and wear ourselves out. One of our primary diversions, sadly, is shopping anywhere that I can entertain Josh and burn some daylight.

That means we buy a lot of weird stuff. Like pine-scented furnace filters, metallic nail polish, paint-by-number books, and bath wipes for the dog. It usually ends up being like a $10/day entertainment fee. It's sad, really.

So today, we went to CVS, Joshua drove the BigRedCarShoppingCart, and I drowned my sorrows in floor cleaner, gel insoles, scented Kleenex, and wheat thins. Tomorrow I think we'll hit Target and shop the hardware department to mix it up.

Friday, Nate will come home and life will return to normal - back to Mr. Wallet's tight budget constraints. Until then, I'm going to spend our life savings $5 at a time.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Screenis Envy

In response to Jon's posts regarding "screenis envy," I feel it my duty to report that we are now the proud parents of a 42" LCD HDTV. That's hot.
I apologize for the horrible picture. Nate is in Lansing w/ the digital camera, so this is courtesy of the camera phone...can you tell I'm watching chick TV?

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Merry Christmahannakwanzaa to you

Happy holidays, everybody...I'm not sure what the significance of Kwanzaa is, but happy Kwanzaa if you're so inclined. And as for Hannukah, I know it has something to do with the Maccabees and that Adam Sandler says it's a lot of funnukah so I hope you're totally whooping it up.

As for me & my clan, we're celebrating Jesus' birthday. Happy 2006th* birthday, dude - thanks for turning our lives around :)

*Disclaimer: according to my husband the calendar is erroneously based on Jesus' birthday occuring at 0 AD. However it is more likely that he was born between 4-6 BC. See here for more details. Either way - thanks for 2000-ish very good years.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Look who's back...

I just used our old camera for the first time in a year-and-a-half, and there were a handful of old photos on it. So here, for your viewing enjoyment, are a few snapshots from the first time Joshua had solid food.

Monday, December 18, 2006

I'm a loser, baby...

I have a couple of friends who always try to "keep it real" on their blog. So because I know you so well, I'm going to share one of my dirty little secrets.

I am a closet Michael Bolton fan. Actually, sadly, I'm not even in the closet. I probably should be. I fell in love in the 9th grade, and I've been enamored ever since. I've loved him through his long Beauty & the Beast hair phase, and through his short hair, balding, hair plug phase. I loved him when he was dating Nicolette Sheridan, felt angry when she dumped him, and have been semi-supportive of their recently renewed romance & subsequent engagement (although I don't trust her yet). I can't help it...somewhere deep in my core, his cheesy lyrics speak to me.

I'm also a huge fan of figure skating. And not just semi-athletic Olympic Figure Skating - also ice dancing, and all of the Stars on Ice shows. Nate refuses to watch it with me, but I can't get enough. Seriously - how can you not be captivated by triple lutzes and Salchows? Be love it too.

This past Saturday, NBC aired Michael Bolton Tribute on Ice - seriously, could it get any better? I don't think so - figure skating and my darling Michael singing all his best songs...I'm in heaven. I don't even care that it was sponsered by The Villages, the Florida senior Mecca where my grandparents live. I TiVo'ed that bad boy, and I just might watch it every day.

So there you go. Jon, I'm keeping it real, even if this means that the rest of the world now thinks less of me because I'm in love with a 53 year old man who wears a toupee.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Three is the magic number

If you grew up in the 80s, then you probably remember Schoolhouse Rock. I have recently come to the conclusion that they're right: Three is indeed the magic number. You know why? Because 2 is very definitely not cool at all. I'm not kidding.
Josh turned 2 a couple of weeks ago, and overnight, he was crazy, hyper, wild, and bad bad bad. It didn't help that we went to Florida and he boycotted sleeping for a week. By the end, I was exhausted and he was a totally out-of-control maniac. I still loved him, but I didn't necessarily like him very much. I probably shouldn't be that honest, but it's true.
Now that we're home and he's back on a sleeping schedule that actually includes naps and more than 8 hours of sleep each night, he's definitely better. But he's still bossy, opinionated, overly independent, and way too busy. He's a teenager trapped in a 2-year old body.
I've heard that 3 is worse. I'm praying that's not true. My niece is 5 months older, and she hasn't slowed down. That's not very encouraging.
So, God, I'm asking praying begging you...let 3 be good. And 4 be better. And make him a perfect angel by age 5. Wouldn't that be nice?

Monday, December 11, 2006

Running with the bulls

While we were in Florida, my mom, Josh & I went to Uncle Donald's Farm. On the hayride, we stopped to feed the cows & bull. When the hay wagon took off, the cows decided they wanted more, and they seriously RAN and JUMPED alongside the wagon clamoring for more hay. Craziness.