December 6, 2007
Sans Pics: I was so thrilled with my new found abilities to post pics, that I intended to do a picture post about some of my Christmas decor. However, my old camera crapped out on me yesterday when I tried to take said pics. It worked fine last weekend, so the only thing I can figure out is that maybe my card got some kind of VD when I stuck it in the photo machine at Wal-Mart. I guess I’ll have to do it next year, when I have possession of my new camera, which is presently sitting on mom’s dining room table waiting to be wrapped and placed under the tree. I know you are all dying of anticipation.
That’s Life: We recently paid off my step-daughter’s braces, which I thought would give us an extra $60/ month. I had dreams of paying down some of our debt, maybe occasionally taking in dinner and a movie, or just not having to put our gasoline on the credit card during our “bad week” with the extra income. My kids sitter has initiated a much-deserved price increase of $10 per week, effective 1/1. When I called this week to tack the hospital bill for J’s recent surgery onto our already existing (and almost paid off) bill for when the youngest was born, the hospital implied that it could only be done if I agreed to increase my payments by $25 per month. So, for those of you keeping score, that’s 4 weeks per month x $10 per week= $40 per month extra for childcare, and $25 extra per month for the hospital, so I’m $5 more in the hole than when we were paying for the braces. The oldest will be in school next year, so maybe we’ll get some relief then. Oh, who am I kidding, it will just be something else.
Paper Angels: I recently saw a post from freecycle in which a woman was asking for toys for her children for Christmas. She had placed them on one of the angel trees but she said, that’s no guarantee. I’ve been pondering just how many angels are left over on Christmas eve. How many kids get nothing because they weren’t “picked”, and what if someone has more than one child on the tree and one gets “picked” and the others don’t. How do you explain that to your kids? Just typing this makes me cry. If I could, I would go to the store on the day of the deadline and buy things for all the leftover kids.
Recovery: I may be starting to feel normal again. My bruises have abandoned their black and blue hue and opted for shades of red pink, purple and yellow. I’m still sore, and can’t wear most of my pants because they tend to ride on the affected area. However, I apparently got rid of some of the bloating Tuesday night. Rumor has it my noctornal sounds went like this: snore, fart, moan, snore, fart, moan…………. I suppose the moaning stemed from the fact that I was dreaming about JBJ (and Michael Jackson, oddly enough, all PG rated). I was told that if it happened again someone would be sleeping on the couch.