cozy

Today is such a cozy, crafty day. The kind of day for which I am grateful to be staying at home with Owen. He is napping, and I am debating which pleasurable crafting activity to partake in.

Options:
1. My new knitted headwarmer (http://knitty.com/ISSUEwinter06/PATTcalorimetry.html). I have the perfect yarn for it, and so far it seems to be going well... except that it seems inordinately long. I am hoping that it will work out, because I did not (as usual) knit a gauge swatch. We'll see. I am either knitting it for myself or Virginia. The yarn I have is perfect for this pattern, but I am not sure that it will look good on me. On the other hand, it is probably way too dorky to wear in a trendy urban environment, such as Connecticut, New York or London. (But I think the colors will suit her...)

2. The lottery block for the March guild meeting. I have chosen the "Crossing Ohio" pattern, in orange and blue, because of course I have excellent school spirit. Plus, in Gainesville, either you can use an orange and blue quilt or you know someone who would love one. I don't see how you can't win with this one!

3. Valentines. I picked up Owen's pictures yesterday, which means it is time, yet again, to cut and label an ungodly number of photos for distribution. I think this is the last time I am going to order so many, now that I know I can email the proofs out to everybody.

Or I could unload the dishwasher, but that seems less exciting. It has stopped raining, but is still really overcast. And I an totally exhausted. I drank some "pick-me-up" cocoa this morning, rumored to have as much caffeine as a cup of coffee, but obviously not a cup of coffee as I make it.

EFFF. Junie just barked and woke up the baby. GRRRRRRRRRRRR. No crafty time now. Oops.

the 60,000 calorie weekend

Kim left this morning after a fantastic 2 GF (+ 2 boys) SS weekend. It was fantastic. (Did I mention that it was fantastic?) Except I am now feeling slight regret over the INSANE amount of calories consumed, 1/2 of which were from dinner at my mother's house last night (filet, lobster, plugras, italian wedding cake and a yard of reisling). I think another 1/4 of those calories were from alcohol. Very bad. Very very bad. But completely worth it. I think I am going to make a rule that calories consumed with long-distance girlfriends do not count. Yum... I keep getting flashbacks- asti, sea turtle white chocolate ice cream, 2nd street bakery brioche french toast (which practically caused me to orgasm in front of the waiter-oh my god. it was so very very good), pigs in a blanket, salmon pesto, stuffed tomatoes.


I will walk in the mall tomorrow.

Plus, I learned how to spray paint. We painted my dressing table-cabinet-thingy aqua. I think Craig lost 2 years off his life because we didn't ask his advice or do it in a planned, perfectionist way. We just did it. It feels so liberating. I want to antique it a little- maybe put a white glaze on it? I feel ready to take on anything. Pictures to follow, once I get it closer to finished.

whoo hoo!!!

My apologies. I have officially become Magda, the smug married from Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason.

If you are male, or considering having children, I do not recommend you keep reading. But if you are already a mom, go for it!

I had my annual with Jane today. I decided that I should just do it around my birthday, because then I will remember to renew my car registration at the same time. (Even though Craig does that for me, after he drove to Miami lastyear in a car with a tag that was two years expired. Oops.)

Anyway, good news and bad news:
-I am offically back down to my pre-pregnancy weight. I thought I was, but it's nice to have it on the medical chart.
- I only actually gained 32 pounds while I was pregnant. (I eventually got to the point where I just closed my eyes whenever I got on the scale).
- Jane says that not only can I choose to be induced again next time, but that she recommends it at 39 weeks. Yay! I will not be pregnant forever again! Nor will I have to deal with boring pre-labor. I could be in and out in under 3 hours. SWEET.
- (Okay, I am totally going to brag here): Jane told me that she talks about me all the time, because I dealt with labor so unusually well. I feel so smugly proud. I was obviously meant to have four children.
-She told me I can stay on Implanon forever if I want to. Awesome. I could never have my period again.... well mostly.

bad news:
- her Ph.D. is done in a year, so I think she will move onto teaching and not delivering babies anymore. I am considering getting pregnant again right away, and I'm not sure how I'm going to pull it off. How am I going to have a baby without her?????????
- I have to go to physical therapy. Ewww.
-I have cabbage stuffed in my (three) sports bra(s). I have tried everything else, and this is the only thing that is working to stop producing milk. It is the first time I have been remotely comfortable in 5 days. If only I didn't smell so...cabbagey.

coffee press lamentations

Today I am feeling defeated. This is probably the result of not drinking coffee until 10:45, but there you go. Laundry is covering my kitchen table, and let's face it, some of my living room furninture as well. I do not have a lime for the recipe that I was planning on making for dinner tonight. Owen has been incredibly fussy, and then had one of the most copious poopy diapers I have ever seen. After all this hard work, he happily went to bed, allowing me to make my coffee and moan electronically to the world.

Craig got up with Owen at 6:15, ran the dishwasher (even though I ran it last night... oops. I think I left the door unlatched, thus ruining our method of non-verbal-dishwasher-status communication), fed Owen breakfast, and I swear I heard the vacuum running. Where does he get the energy? Am I sure that I want four boys? Maybe I should get a better coffee maker than my french press.

Pros to the french press:
+ is tiny
+ does not take up counter space
+does not (directly) use electricity, but the electric tea kettle that I use to put hot water in the french press does.... this is a draw
+ makes me feel slightly urban and chic

Cons
- we both hate washing it (damn coffee grounds)
-it seems to require additional steps to coffee, which I can not perform unless I have already consumed said coffee
- we both REALLY hate washing it
- Since I am the only one who drinks coffee, I don't make enough to really compact the coffee grounds, which makes them difficult to throw away, so I just dump them down the drain and hope it won't clog our plumbing system. Fat chance
- It is rarely clean first thing in the morning
-have I mentioned that we really hate washing it?

I am a totally boring person.

correlation and causation

I was rereading some of my previous posts, not because I am entirely self-absorbed and find myself fascinating, but mainly because I am always amazed that I managed to post at all. I was mystified to see how much I talk about cleaning and reorganizing the house. Completely baffled. I can only conclude that:

a) I really do spend more of my time cleaning than I am aware of

or

b) I get really bored when I'm cleaning and take a very importnat break to update my blog.

It has to be the latter. If it isn't, my house should look a hell of a lot better than it currently does. I finally understand the psych 101 theory about causation and correlation not equating each other. Aha.

gerbil on crack

Okay- I admit that I am feeling a bit frenzied. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am switching Owen over to formula, so I can now consume unlimited quantities of caffeine. The problem is, after over a year and a half of not consuming caffeine except in very small quantities, my tolerance is low. Instead of being really drunk after one beer (also happening, but mostly at night), I get supercharged after a medium to largish cup of coffee. This has led to "cleaning: frenzies, which do not involve actual cleaning, but rather frantic rearranging, leading to a differently (note that I do not say "better" or "more efficiently") configured home environment. Actually, what this means is that while I am putting things away, I can not remember where I put them. So far, I have lost my ipod charging-docking cord thing. Happily, I have since found it with the trivets. Obviously.

I also stored the Christmas decorations in the hall closet, on a shelf that was amazingly underutilized. Apparently, because the shelf can not hold anything heavier than batting. This is incidentally very lucky for me, because I have an excess of batting in the quilting room with no place to live. Craig seems to think that I can replace the batting in my quilting room with Christmas decorations. Silly silly man. I may also place board games on that shelf (unless they are too heavy), thus removing them from their NEW home, on an open shelf under the television in the living room. Right at Owen's level. These were placed there by Craig while I was at book club. They do make the new TV shelf look very magazine worthy, but seriously. How much of a chocking hazard are board game pieces? Craig thinks Owen will not try to access them. I think Craig is from another planet.

I am looking forward to staying home tonight and setting up the cube-ee thing we bought at Target for our kitchen. (Ha! I write that as if we might actually usually "go out" and do something fun. What I meant by "stay in" is "not run errands".) I feel that it will help get the kitchen organized (ha) and baby-proofed (ha ha). At least we will be utilizing something we bought, which will also make Craig happy.

today

Dishes are piled up, waiting to be loaded into the not-yet-emptied dishwasher. Lunch fixings are scattered all over the house, both from me prepping actual food for Owen (vs. easy-lazy-mommy jar food) and then from me subsequently trying to snag questionably nutritious tidbits from the fridge while keeping Owen away from Lucy and Junie simultaneously. But why am I so happy? Because Owen is still sleeping- we are looking at an hour and a half nap, and counting!!!!

deep breath

1. Owen did not sleep through the night last night. More like, slept for an hour at a time.

2. He is clammy- sweating, but cool to the touch. freaks me out.

3. It seems like as soon as I try to do something productive (ie unload dishwasher, remove bathmat that junie peed on last night from guest bathroom, brush teeth) Owen wakes up and starts SCREAMING (not his typical attitude).

4. there he goes again

5. EFFFF

New Year's Resolution Update

I HAVE KEPT A NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION AND DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT.

This is almost as good as Owen sleeping through the night.

180- Farts are Funny

So this is what happens when you don't post for almost a year. I am a mother. With a baby. (seemingly obvious connection, but surprisingly still a little bit shocking.) A mother whose baby is sleeping through the night- or at least, slept through last night. And I thought this day would never come.

The last thing I thought I would have time to do is blog, but as I must stay up till midnight to pump (until I can make other arrangements), I find I have lots of time on my hands, without the brainpower to do anything requiring great mental coordination.

Junie just farted. I have resigned myself to the fact that now two out of three people in my house will openly find farting funny for the rest of my life, and I give in. Sometimes, farts are funny. Ok, most of the time farts are funny. Especially chihuahua farts. (She was at the back door, ringing the bell to go out, so I will count that as an "excuse me".)

Is "fart" a socially acceptable word? What should Owen learn to call them? Why isn't there a better manual out there?

Craig has left for a business trip to Ft. Lauderdale, and I have the day off for Martin Luther King Jr. Day (also known as Robert E Lee Day in some parts of Interlachen). He'll be gone for two days, and that leaves me with a whole day to myself. I used to see these days as an open day for quilting, but lately I have become obsessed with cleaning and organizing the house. I've been trying so hard to stay calm during this period of flux, where i can't even find the kitchen table, but I will admit it has been very difficult. It never used to bother me if the house was messy, now, I'm completely OCD about it. I have been cleaning the crumb tray of the toaster oven, for god's sake. (Keep in mind, this is all relative- other clean freaks would probably still find my house gross).

I am anxious to find out the results of my second ultrasound on Thursday. We'll know for sure whether it is Owen or Bridget, and even though the 12 week ultrasound was pointing pretty conclusively to Owen, I'm almost at a last ditch push for a Bridget. This is all due to the ease of decorating for boy vs girl, of course. I have no control over anything else, so I am very focused on decorating, which I can decide.

What I am more anxious to see, though, is whether the baby is alive and well. I know it seems ridiculous, but I want to see that baby move. I was unclear as to whether I had felt the baby move or not, because so many of my internal organs are pushed all out of the way and squished up- everything feels like gas. There are moments, especially when I am just waking up, or have eaten and am sitting still, that I feel something that must be the baby. A little flip, or what feels like a single heart beat in my lower abdomen, or a tiny pop-thump. Craig was holding me in his arms while I was sleeping one morning, and he swears he felt a flutter. I believe him, and this assertion has been the only thing getting me through the past week. I also know, though, that the baby must be growing, because my ab muscles are stretching again, which means a grwoth spurt is on the way. My belly button is totally stretching out, too. Yesterday, there was a hard ridge at the top, where the skin was streched to what felt like a breaking point. I cocoa buttered the hell out of it, and today it is soft and flexible again, but I think a little shallower.

I have finished the back of the navy blue baby sweater that I'm making, and hope to start on the front tomorrow. Today, I want to finish bedding laundry, clean the guest room, make the beds, and get the house and my quilting room totally spic and span for this weekend- GFSS!!!!!!!

Hmmm

Well, was re-reading my last post, and noticed that I was bitching about my really bad cramps. I must remember that I no longer have really bad cramps. Those cramps were (is) a baby. A baby. A baby inside my (now moderately large) stomach. I was 20 weeks along on Friday, which means that I am now officially more than half way there. Yay!

Okay, enough catching up. Here's my life now.

New Years Resolution:
1. Keep up weekend cleaning routine. I've done all the laundry in the house and changed the sheets for two Saturdays in a row.

That's it. I figure having a baby will be enough to worry about in the coming year.

Craig and I are making major progress on the house. He has been moving along with home renovations (including my long-anticipated hole in the wall between the kitchen and living room, plus a pantry next to the laundry room) at an amazing pace. I am also very impressed with his workmanship. I have been re-organizing, unpacking, re-arranging, and generally cleaning and sorting the rest of the house. The biggest problem encountered so far is realizing that cutting a hole in thw wall allows you to see what is going on in the living room while you are in the kitchen, but also leaves the kitchen open to viewing from the living room. Drat. Have subsequently undertaken major kitchen cabinet reorganization and counter top clearing, along with becoming Nazi about loading dishwasher. I have lots of lovely pictures to post, but no will power to get them off the digital camera and onto the computer.

Am on a mission to find cake. Find cake and then go to sleep, either on the couch or in bed.

la la la la la

I have today off! Hooray! Hooray for homecoming! I love love love love love having a day off every now and then. Especially when it is considered a "holiday" by UF. SWEET.

Okay, I will attempt to control my ecstatic gloating over a beautiful morning at home in my pjs. (How strange that the word "static" is in "ecstatic"...)

I have found a most beautiful link for all those knitters out there who have gauge problems, as I do:

http://www.thedietdiary.com/knittingfiend/OrderForms/conversion%20pages/ConversionPage.html

It seems to be helpful, but all I am knitting right now is a keyboard cover, so it isn't a crucial as if I were knitting, for example, a fisherman knit sweater.

My previous posts still have not posted. WHY?????????

I am dreading going to the will-call box today at two. the line will be INSANE. I'm making Craig go with me, as we are going to Gator Growl with his friends.

Even though I am relishing a day off, the truth is that working is very very good for me. Time flies, and I have little to no spare time or energy left to worry.

Ha ha ha ha- I love monrings where I don't have to shower if I don't want to. Ewwww... i'm going to sew dirty. (I feel like a maniacal 3 year old.) must shower before Craig comes home at noon. Hmmmm.. I'm going to have spaghetti and calamari for breakfast. yummy.

grrrrrrrrrr

Okay- so I have republished MULTIPLE times, and my second post of last night and my revisions to previous posts are not there.

grrrrrrrr.

I can't sleep (cramps!), and can't decide if it is worth it to try and go back to bed, or stay up for the long haul. I have to go to Wallis's bridal shower today, and I just realized that it's themed, and my gift is supposed to start with an "M",as is my piece of advice to her. Oops. I got her a bowl and a doggie- treat jar (both from her registry). Crap. I'll have to come up with something cute to say. I have also decided, while in the gift bag aisle at Target, that I will no longer buy wedding, etc. gifts that are not either soft (towels, blankets, etc.) or pre-packaged. These two very heavy ceramic gifts will not truly make it safely into a gift bag, but I will valiently try.

We watched the first disc of season 2 of The Office (American Version). It is much more sanitized, less painfully embarrassing than the British version. I feel less guilty watching it, but still like the original best.

We also attended the Gator game against Alabama yesterday. It is truly a totally guilty pleasure that I love going to the games. (All my girlfriends are cringing right now, but alas, ladies, it is true.) [Junie just discovered that I'm awake, and is overjoyed with the thought that she might get breakfast 2 hours early. In her anticipation, she has left tongue marks all over the computer.] I love the excitement of being in a crowd of 90,000+ people, who are all cheering for the same thing. I love how friendly (albeit totally trashed) all the tailgaters are, and I loke how small town it makes Gainesville feel. It's funny, because when I was in college, I hated football games, and the way campus and the entire town was completely taken over. Eventually I sucumbed to the "if you can't beat 'em" mentality. Working on campus really contributes to my love of Gator sports. When you see players in a normal environment (Chick-fil-a, etc.), it is shocking how young (!) they are, and you have to respect the amazing talent they have and the pressures that they have to withstand.

groan graon groan groan groan.

my period is going to totally kick my ass this month.


hmmm... 5 am..... maybe I'll go sew???? Junie has realized she isn't going to get breakfast, and has gone back to bed to sleep with Craig.

goal: 2 table runners, 1 table square form the pumpkin jacquard I bought at Joann's on Friday. I am training Craig to believe that money spent on projects that actually get finished doesn't count.

???

Was just re-reading blogs- does anyone know why I resolved not to get pregnant this year?

ta da!

So I could spend hours catching people up on what's been going on since I last posted, but I'll just do a quick bulleted list and then jump right in.

• The inter-office easter egg hunts were FANTASTIC. (As it is now officially 9/30/06, I must say that one of my co-workers found an egg YESTERDAY. I'll go easier on them next year)
• As we were preparing the first ever annual Gulledge Easter Eve Peep Roast in Bradenton (Rebel had the washing machine tub on cinder blocks hot and ready to go, (without pressure-treated wood, in the fire, I am grateful to relate)) my mother called with news that my grandfather had died suddenly. I was so angry (and now I feel guilty and selfish for feeling angry and resentful and a toatl bitch for admitting this), because I had been focusing all my energies on the Gulledge side of the family, and Pa was perfectly healthy. He just dropped dead of a sudden heart attack. I still feel his loss every single day. I let Henry book our flights out to Wyoming, which involved traveling for over 22 hours each way, and sleeping in an airport on the way out. ALWAYS rent a hotel, even for a 6 hour middle of the night layover. Sleeping on the ground in a terminal- not cool. However, even though the circumstances were less than ideal, we had a very fun brother-sister-road-trip-by-air experience. The little bit of my grandfather that remains resides in my underwear drawer. I know this seems sacreligous to some people (and strangley perverted to others) but ever since I was a little girl the underwear drawer has seems sacred to me- like the most private place in the house. I think this originated from the belief that if I had $5 (a great sum to an elementary schooler in 1988) and I hid it in my underwear drawer, robbers would be too embarrased my by Hello Kitty panties to delve further, and would turn away from delicacy. Even though my blue house was broken into and nothing BUT my underwear was stolen, I admit that the "underwear drawer as sacred private place" mentality has remained. Plus, I had to put him somewhere, and Craig was tired of having lunch with him while I left him on the kitchen table. I know I sound flippant, but I am comforted to have him so near. Okay flippant is not the word- morbid is.
  
• Craig has completed the patio addition he started in May (pictures will have to follow for all that I am talking about). It is amazing, and he did a great job planning it. I can't wait to turn it into a Better Homes and Gardens Spread. (Yeah right- l'm not holding my breath)
• We have a pumpkin growing. The pumpkin patch was the size of 2 minivans, and was overtaking the back half of the yard, but while spraying the leaves with soapy water to get rid of the bigs (not as recommended in our Organic Vegetable Gardening class) he killed all the leaves, and we have only one pumpkin. I am convinced, however, that it will become the biggest pumpkin ever if we put a wick into it and a bowl of sugar water.
• We went to NYC for Haley's wedding, and had an absolutely fantabulous time. I loved it, but was ready to come home. Flying is much easier after I discovered that they sell alcohol on planes.
• I have started selling for a direct sales company, and really hate it. I have to get out, but earning $70 here and there make it hard to give it up. I just don't give it much time.
• I have finished two projects tonight: the real reason this post is called "ta da"! My orange sleeveless sweater, purchased with yarn bought at Wild Fibre in Savannah (probably my all time favorite yarn store ever) is finished, although I am not really pleased with my finishing techniques and will have to get used to the length. It is shorter than I thought it would be, which I hope will come into style soon?!?!?!?, but overall I am pleased with it. I am pretty darn sure I will wear, though I dread people asking me if I made it myself. My goal is to have people aske where I purchased something that I made. (The difference between homemade and handmade is something I am very concious of). I also finished my halter top, which I started on Monday!!!! I will wear it to the game tomorrow, and am pleased and surprised that of all thing, football season has motivated me to be crafty and "complete". Crazy

Okay- one of the reasons I don't blog is that I always end up on the computer until 1 in the morning. This silly thing needs to rebuilt soon, as Craig keeps reminding me and the compaq reminds me as well with frequent crashes.

Currently Reading:

• Nectar in a Sieve (one chapter left to go- it's crap)
• The French Leutenient's Woman by John Knowles (?) (BOT)- engrossing at times, makes me want to reread Tennyson, which I'm not even sure I properly read in college. Too self-reflexive to be really enjoyable and escapist
• Love in the Time of Cholera- again. I love it. I must say that having read it as a married woman, it reads much differently than the first few times. At one point, The Narrator points out that Fermina and the doctor can survive what adultory does to their marriage, but are almost ripped apart by the small annoyances of marriage- waking each other up in the morning, not replacing the soap in the bathroom. Amen to that.
  

Cream Eggs and the Great Pumpkin

No more news on Carolyn that is necessarily encouraging. She is at home now, waiting for her biopsy results. Robyn said that the plan is to treat it aggressively, which surprised me. I would have thought that Hospice was going to be the solution, but I have a grudging admiration for her willingness to fight such a hopeless battle. I doubt that I would be that strong.

I have been so tired today, so absolutely overwhelmed by the routine of daily living. Other people seem so resigned to the endless cycle of cooking, eating, cleaning, just to go to bed and do it all over again. I know that I should be grateful to be a part of this, but I am still perplexed. Is this what I am supposed to do?

We did, however, come up with a fun Easter plan for our coworkers. I had jokingly told Craig that we were having an Easter Egg Hunt at the office on Friday, and then we decided that an Easter Egg Hunt is just what everyone needs. So we went to Publix and bought an basket full of Easter candy, and I have spent the evening stuffing eggs. We are going to sneak into the office after hours tomorrow and hide them. I heart easter eggs! I am, however, over full size cadbury cream eggs. I love the mini ones- they are just right. The big ones, however, are just too much for me to handle. I got a cup of coffee and relived my first coffee/cadbury cream egg experience (8th grade year book trip to Birmingham, Alabama- Elizabeth Batich, roller skating, dress up and Beck's new Loser CD- or was it a cassette? I don't even remember). It wasn't the same.

Craig's Easter Comment (aka why I have to raise my kids Catholic):
"On Easter Sunday Jesus will rise again! "

Criag is the only person who gets Jesus and the Great Pumpkin confused. (Then again, Jesus doesn't really rise again, right? Or not until the second coming... which I can never say with a straight face. Extremely childish, I know. But it still makes me snicker.) Not only am I going to hell, apparently I'm going to have to ask for directions.

What I'm reading: If You Could See Me Now, by Celia Ahern. 2 stars, listening to it on tape during housework. At the gym, I 'm listening to Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination, by Helen Fielding. 3 stars, 2nd listening.

thick air

Craig's grandmother is sick. Very sick. When I came home from GFSS Tampa on Sunday, he told me that they found cancer in her lung, and in her liver. She had a double masectomy when we were freshmen in college, but now I learn that the cancer has come back- in her breasts, in her bones, in her brain.

I am frustrated and feeling lost, becuase I do not know how to help my husband deal with the grief that he doesn't even know he is going to feel. How is Rebel going to deal with this? How is Robert going to survive without Carolyn? There is talk of treatment, but I honestly can't see how chemotheraphy and the accompanying discomfort and pain would be worth a few extra months. That may be heartless, but if I learned anything from my grandfather's illness, it is that we have to let people go- you can not live forever, nor would you want to.

Roy is not doing well either, and the thick pain that is hanging over the Gulledge family like a cloud is suffocating. I feel like the sky is about to open up on us all, and I can see the storm coming, I feel it raise the hairs on the back of my neck, but I am helpless to prevent it, and helpless to protect the family I have grown to love as an extension of my own.

resolutions and a mini-update

1. stop smoking
   

(Fantastic progress already, especially considering that I don't smoke. But I always like to start off a list with something that I can cross off, like "make a list". It makes the rest of the list seems more achievable.)

2. be on time

(I am listening to "The Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing", in which an old man tells his young(er) lover that she shouldn't be late, it makes people feel like they can't depend on you. I have already been late to my father's birthday dinner yesterday, which was unfathomably held at one o'clock. Then I found out it was held just after breakfast so my brother's girlfriend could get home before dark. Therefore, I have not only already broken my own resolution, but possibly other people's as well.)

3. be groomed

(Actually just a thinly veiled excuse to let loose my inner sorority girl with a credit card, maintaining my acrylic nails, eyebrows, closet, shoe fetish, etc.)

4. NOT GET PREGNANT (this year)

5. be gainfully employed all year long. Same job would be nice, but is not neccessarily a requirement.

(Actually, I have this strange desire to work in one job for five years (gasp!). It would make me feel more like an adult).

6. do less more better

(Who am I kidding? I always resolve to do less things, but do those things that I do better. I resolve this on a daily basis.)

7. say no more often

8. do more nice things for Craig

(Again, a resolution we've seen before, my friends.)


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Mini- Update

I have a job (hooray!) working in personnel. That's all I can say online, or they'd have to kill me. I worked one week, then had a week and a day off, and I go back tomorrow. My marriage is WONDERFUL now that I'm working again, and stress levels are down. However, I totally forgot how on earth people work all day and then get anything done at night. It is mind boggling.

Not what I would have expected

Can you tell that I need to go to bed?

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