Well, it's Christmas morning and all is quiet at my house. Rob is snoozing. Roisin's crawling around at full tilt. I've talked to dad and mom already and later on, I'm going to call my grandmother and aunt and wish them Happy Holidays too. In short, it's a nice quiet Christmas and it's turning out to be a pretty good one.
Rob and I got our gift issue straightened out, more or less. He had bought me a couple of DVDs earlier which he told me yesterday were my Christmas gifts.
Oh.
I guess what threw me is the same issue that throws couples everywhere---he just assumed I knew it, I didn't, and so, my feelings got hurt. The thing is, if I'd just asked him earlier (or put conversely, if he hadn't assumed I knew) we could have avoided the whole issue. One of those issues to work on in the new year, I guess.
Anyway, for all who are reading this (if anyone is), brightest blessings on you and yours.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
What is it with people, anyway?
As anyone who knows us (and has seen our apartment could probably guess,) Rob and I are looking for a new place to live. Two people + a whole lot of stuff + one baby and her stuff = a whole lot of chaos and confusion. So, in the mornings I've been scouring the local ads looking for a place that we like and can afford. (In San Diego, this is roughly equivalent to looking for the golden sheep.)
Anyway, this morning I came across an add which was almost, but not quite, too good to be true. 3BR house in a area where rents are usually stratospheric...renting for about half of what it should be. The ad provided an address, so I ran it through and found that the house normally rented for, well, stratospheric levels. So I emailed the person who placed the ad.
Two red flags: 1) The "owner" was out of the country. (Yeah, why would we rent a house from someone out of the country?) 2) The ad referred to an "apartment" when the ad was for a house. People just don't do that when they're trying to rent a place.
And oh, by the way, the writer sounded like one of those Nigerian scams...so yeah, it's a scam, probably someone trying to rent a house they don't actually own and looking to make a quick $700 or so from someone desperate to find a house (and with all the foreclosures around us, that's probably a lot of people.)
The worst part?
This is the second time I've seen an ad like this. What is it with people, anyway?
Anyway, this morning I came across an add which was almost, but not quite, too good to be true. 3BR house in a area where rents are usually stratospheric...renting for about half of what it should be. The ad provided an address, so I ran it through and found that the house normally rented for, well, stratospheric levels. So I emailed the person who placed the ad.
Two red flags: 1) The "owner" was out of the country. (Yeah, why would we rent a house from someone out of the country?) 2) The ad referred to an "apartment" when the ad was for a house. People just don't do that when they're trying to rent a place.
And oh, by the way, the writer sounded like one of those Nigerian scams...so yeah, it's a scam, probably someone trying to rent a house they don't actually own and looking to make a quick $700 or so from someone desperate to find a house (and with all the foreclosures around us, that's probably a lot of people.)
The worst part?
This is the second time I've seen an ad like this. What is it with people, anyway?
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Feeling Churlish (or, 'Tis the Season...)
This is not one of my finer moments. I admit that. My husband just went Christmas shopping. For other people. Not me.
Let me explain. Rob is, by the way, an awesome person, a great dad and a terrific husband. When it comes to gift-giving, or remembering a holiday that takes place the same.time.every.year...not so much. It's one of his few faults. Anyway, money has been tight, as it always is this time of year, so when we were flat broke (as in, "the buffalo on the nickel is screaming" broke) last week, I told him not to sweat my Christmas present as there was always the after-Christmas sales.
Fine.
Except that we're not flat broke right now (surprisingly.) And he went to go get gifts for friends of ours. Now, I realize this is not a huge fault and I should just get over it, considering how much larger issues I could have to gripe about. But yeah, I'm feeling a little miffed. I go out of my way to make sure he has what we wants or needs for Christmas---it'd be nice just once if he'd do the same.
Sigh. And people wonder why I hate the holidays. I know gifts don't mean love or care or consideration, that the best gift-giver in the world can be a wretched husband and father. And I know if I told him this (which I probably should) he just wouldn't get it. If he got nothing for Christmas, he'd still be happy. Me...well, I'm writing this post so you can see how I feel just now.
Yeah. Maybe I should learn from him. Or just tell him, already.
Let me explain. Rob is, by the way, an awesome person, a great dad and a terrific husband. When it comes to gift-giving, or remembering a holiday that takes place the same.time.every.year...not so much. It's one of his few faults. Anyway, money has been tight, as it always is this time of year, so when we were flat broke (as in, "the buffalo on the nickel is screaming" broke) last week, I told him not to sweat my Christmas present as there was always the after-Christmas sales.
Fine.
Except that we're not flat broke right now (surprisingly.) And he went to go get gifts for friends of ours. Now, I realize this is not a huge fault and I should just get over it, considering how much larger issues I could have to gripe about. But yeah, I'm feeling a little miffed. I go out of my way to make sure he has what we wants or needs for Christmas---it'd be nice just once if he'd do the same.
Sigh. And people wonder why I hate the holidays. I know gifts don't mean love or care or consideration, that the best gift-giver in the world can be a wretched husband and father. And I know if I told him this (which I probably should) he just wouldn't get it. If he got nothing for Christmas, he'd still be happy. Me...well, I'm writing this post so you can see how I feel just now.
Yeah. Maybe I should learn from him. Or just tell him, already.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Happy Belated Birthday, Baby :)
Dear Roisin,
You turned a year old on December 6th and I meant to post this then, but...well....yeah. You can't read yet, so I guess I get a few more years of forgiveness for having swiss cheese for brain sometimes.
I was looking at the pictures of you the other day---you know, the ones of you in the NICU, when you were so, so tiny that all of your skin looked like it belonged to someone else, and I thanked god for those pictures...because although I'd love to forget your NICU days, at the same time, it was the first time your dad and I got to see you, as you. Before that, you were that lump in my belly, that heartbeat on the monitors, or that picture on the ultrasound, but after you were born, you were our little fighter, our 3.4 pounds of fury.
And now you're one and trying to walk and learning to talk and showing us more of who you are...and dear god, let us always be thankful that you are as healthy and strong and most of all, as normal as any other baby. And please, don't ever stop being you. You fought so hard to enter this world that I know you'll do some wonderful things in your life.
Love,
Your Mom
You turned a year old on December 6th and I meant to post this then, but...well....yeah. You can't read yet, so I guess I get a few more years of forgiveness for having swiss cheese for brain sometimes.
I was looking at the pictures of you the other day---you know, the ones of you in the NICU, when you were so, so tiny that all of your skin looked like it belonged to someone else, and I thanked god for those pictures...because although I'd love to forget your NICU days, at the same time, it was the first time your dad and I got to see you, as you. Before that, you were that lump in my belly, that heartbeat on the monitors, or that picture on the ultrasound, but after you were born, you were our little fighter, our 3.4 pounds of fury.
And now you're one and trying to walk and learning to talk and showing us more of who you are...and dear god, let us always be thankful that you are as healthy and strong and most of all, as normal as any other baby. And please, don't ever stop being you. You fought so hard to enter this world that I know you'll do some wonderful things in your life.
Love,
Your Mom
Monday, December 3, 2007
Le Birthday Drama
Roisin's birthday is December 6th. And so begins le birthday drama. SIL wants to see her, but she can't be anywhere at the same time as FIL, because they aren't talking and haven't talked for oh, literal years. FIL wants to see Roisin but he can't be seen at the same time as MIL, because they haven't talked for oh, literal years. Even when Rob was in the hospital last year, they.didn't.talk.
So exactly how, pray tell, is one to have a family gathering of any sort when the family isn't talking or speaking to each other? What I want to say, and I won't, is that all concerned need to get over it. Now. It's past ridiculous. But then again, it's not my family, just the one I married into, so...
Yeah. I guess we'll be digging out our seating chart again. ;-)
So exactly how, pray tell, is one to have a family gathering of any sort when the family isn't talking or speaking to each other? What I want to say, and I won't, is that all concerned need to get over it. Now. It's past ridiculous. But then again, it's not my family, just the one I married into, so...
Yeah. I guess we'll be digging out our seating chart again. ;-)
What were you doing a year ago today?
This is normally a question I just can't answer. I'm normally doing good to remember what I had for breakfast two days ago, but I can answer it tonight.
In about two hours, it'll be a year since my water broke. Darn that Popeye's chicken. :) Rob had brought me dinner and I got a piece of chicken stuck in my windpipe. So I started coughing hard enough and well, about ten minutes later, I started gushing.
I can still remember calling to Rob from the bathroom that we were going to have a baby, then calling the doctor, calling Mandi and my mom, and going to the hospital. Roisin wasn't born for another three days (my labor was temporarily stalled to make sure her lungs were okay) but December 3, 2006 was the start of it.
It's funny how you remember things when they mark the beginning of your life changing forever. Roisin, my love, even though you decided to come nine weeks early, thank you for coming safe and sound.
In about two hours, it'll be a year since my water broke. Darn that Popeye's chicken. :) Rob had brought me dinner and I got a piece of chicken stuck in my windpipe. So I started coughing hard enough and well, about ten minutes later, I started gushing.
I can still remember calling to Rob from the bathroom that we were going to have a baby, then calling the doctor, calling Mandi and my mom, and going to the hospital. Roisin wasn't born for another three days (my labor was temporarily stalled to make sure her lungs were okay) but December 3, 2006 was the start of it.
It's funny how you remember things when they mark the beginning of your life changing forever. Roisin, my love, even though you decided to come nine weeks early, thank you for coming safe and sound.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Do I Have a Sign on My Forehead?
No weighty topics today, but jeesh, do I have a sign on my forehead or what?
Today I went to Target for baby supplies and some assorted odds and ends. Our local Target is about two blocks away (curse it all) so yeah, we're there a lot. Anyway, as I'm being rung up by the cashier, the cashier asks me how many children I have. I tell her I just have the one. She then asks if I'm planning to have another one.
Okay. I don't get offended easily---and truthfully, I'm more perplexed than annoyed or offended. But this is also the second time this week at this Target that I've been asked this question. So now I'm wondering if I have my "I want a second child but not right now" sign on my forehead.
Le sigh. :-)
Today I went to Target for baby supplies and some assorted odds and ends. Our local Target is about two blocks away (curse it all) so yeah, we're there a lot. Anyway, as I'm being rung up by the cashier, the cashier asks me how many children I have. I tell her I just have the one. She then asks if I'm planning to have another one.
Okay. I don't get offended easily---and truthfully, I'm more perplexed than annoyed or offended. But this is also the second time this week at this Target that I've been asked this question. So now I'm wondering if I have my "I want a second child but not right now" sign on my forehead.
Le sigh. :-)
Saturday, December 1, 2007
You know it's going to be a bad day when....
...you have kidney surgery that doesn't find anything.
...you spend four hours barfing from the anesthetic.
...the husband and the baby are both sick.
...and all of these happen on the same day.
Yeah, that was my yesterday. I had a bout of kidney stones in early October so after a CAT scan which revealed stones in both kidneys (yeah, I really must stop being an overachiever...:)) the doctor scheduled me for a ureteroscopy on my right kidney to remove the stones. Fine. Except...well...they didn't find anything. Doc says I must have passed them. Phooey, says I...but anyway, I'm not scheduling the next surgery on my left kidney unless I have real proof that there's a stone there. Take that, doc.
And oh yeah, I hate, hate, HATE recovery from anesthetic. Projectile barfing really isn't my thing.
And Rob is sick---I think with the flu. It could just be a bad cold, but whatever it is, it's knocked him out for the count. Roisin has a milder version of the same thing, but her nose is all stuffy and red and she's not in a happy place now either.
So, I've had surgery yesterday. And I'm feeling better than anyone else. You have to love it. :-)
...you spend four hours barfing from the anesthetic.
...the husband and the baby are both sick.
...and all of these happen on the same day.
Yeah, that was my yesterday. I had a bout of kidney stones in early October so after a CAT scan which revealed stones in both kidneys (yeah, I really must stop being an overachiever...:)) the doctor scheduled me for a ureteroscopy on my right kidney to remove the stones. Fine. Except...well...they didn't find anything. Doc says I must have passed them. Phooey, says I...but anyway, I'm not scheduling the next surgery on my left kidney unless I have real proof that there's a stone there. Take that, doc.
And oh yeah, I hate, hate, HATE recovery from anesthetic. Projectile barfing really isn't my thing.
And Rob is sick---I think with the flu. It could just be a bad cold, but whatever it is, it's knocked him out for the count. Roisin has a milder version of the same thing, but her nose is all stuffy and red and she's not in a happy place now either.
So, I've had surgery yesterday. And I'm feeling better than anyone else. You have to love it. :-)
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- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.