Just when I got used to writing 2003 on all my checks.
Hope everyone had a great Christmas, and New Years…I guess we’re well on our way to Epiphany now, so Happy That, too. Cheyenne is back, safe and sound, and seemingly happy and with a brand new wardrobe. Mia has been in present overload for the past 2 weeks and has yet to play with more than half of the toys she got for Christmas. The mousehouse went over well; it’s not entirely done (the mushrooms aren’t glued down and the doors haven’t been hinged on), but she’s loving it. Mostly she takes the family of mice and relocates them to her Fisher Price Barn, while Joe Montana (a leftover ornament) takes control of their mansion.
Life is good.
We celebrated New Year’s Eve by watching bad TV and downing Bud Light with my father-in-law. Man, what was up with the New Year’s Eve programs? Every channel: obnoxious no-names laughing it up with other obnoxious no-names and introducing horrendous live "musical" acts–you know, off-key singers bumping and grinding into thin air over and over and over. After flipping between that and an intriguing program on the Science channel about exploited ape-men in Pakistan, we decided to just turn the TV off.
I’m quite sure that’s where my headache came from the next day.
My quest to be healthier this year is going well; I haven’t had a single Coke since the beginning of the New Year, and, amazingly, I’ve managed to keep coffee down to 2 cups each morning. Pretty good, huh? I won’t mention the blueberry pie and ice cream we’ve been chowing down on the last couple days. It’s celebretory, therefore it DOES NOT COUNT.
Everybody got that?
Mia’s resolution to NEVER EVER GO TO SLEEP has been put into action with a fierceness. The child just does not quit. Naps? Who needs ’em? Bedtime what? Surely you jest, Mom. My own bed? I thought that was a trampoline.
So other than being a little tired (what else is new?) 2007 in the house of Toni is off to a great start.