The Heir to the Throne Jr has arrived weighing in at a whopping 5lbs 2oz, which is considerably larger than we were led to expect. So, we’re feeling quite a bit better than we were a few hours ago.
And – my mother got the news via text message. hahahaha. Kharma. I tell ya.
I am anxiously, very anxiously, awaiting news about my newest nephew – The Heir to the Throne JR and when 1:30 came and went and there was still no news, I sent my mom a text message.
I didn’t really think my mom DID text messages and was surprised when she texted me back really quickly with an answer. I sent another text… she didn’t reply. But then I got email from her.
My text messages were costing her .75 a shot. Oops. Are there really people who don’t have at least some free text messages on their plan? Apparently, there are. Who knew?
So now I’m back to waiting impatiently for the phone to ring – since I’m pretty sure nobody will text me the news.
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I thought I was going to post a real blog post but Surfette didn’t text me and tell me to write so I just kept on working and I’m still working and will probably still be working two hours from now.
I do however want to take a minute to ask a very important question…
Which one of you sent TW a Slingbox?
A package arrived yesterday (or maybe it was late last week?) and I thought it was that last thing for Prince J that didn’t arrive in time for Christmas so I didn’t bother opening it. As I was talking on the phone some time this afternoon, I glanced at the box and saw “Sling” and thought “Huh. Why would that box say “Sling”?” So I hung up and opened the box.
Slingbox. Which was on TW’s wishlist but since she doesn’t watch TV, Santa did not bring it. So which one of you sent it? Who do I kill thank?
Now, back to work I go.
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I’ve been meaning to blog, really. I have. I was going to blog about the kids and Christmas and the teens at CVS pouring over the articles about Jamie Lynn and I was going to blog about Bhutto but now I’m not.
‘Cause even though The Plague is slowly releasing its hold on me, and I feel tons better – I still feel like crud and I’m wicked busy with work and we’re at the beach in this really fantastic beach house and all of my family is close by, (well except Chris, and he raked leaves at my house yesterday so I’m going to bring him lots of gifts when we go home).
So yea, still alive, thanks for asking. Light blogging at least ’til I get this resolutions post written, projects launched and contracts created. After that, we’ll see.
Photos and video are coming, that I can promise. New camera and loads of Flip Videos to share. Wii Boogie, hysterical to video tape – just sayin…
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Every year I look forward to reading mommybloggers blogging about their holiday food fiascos and I always feel just a little be BETTER than them because I have never experienced such a thing. Possibly because I don’t do a lot of heavy duty holiday cooking or because I raised my children not to get all excited over holiday meals. Food. is. Fuel. That’s it. Unfortunately TW has come along and screwed that right up and the big kids have all of these big expectations for their holiday meals. Damn her. But it’s ok – she can do the cooking and deal with it if things don’t go quite right.
Seriously, as I was sitting here trying to come up with a holiday food fiasco so I could play along with Chris (y’all know how much I adore Chris, I’ve even pretended to forgive her for that whole “Big Yellow House” lie) and the only food fiascos I can come up with are related to my son. Poor Chris.
The first year my ex husband and I were divorced, Michelle and Chris headed back up to Jersey for the Thanksgiving feast. The ex had remarried and they were having some huge holiday meal with his new wife’s family. This was not a situation either Chris or Michelle were going to be in love with but Chris especially was no doubt uncomfortable just stepping in the front door. And then it happened. The boy dropped the macaroni & cheese as he was carrying it to the table.
The macaroni & cheese (which we do not have on Thanksgiving, EVER) was apparently one of the “new family’s” favorite Thanksgiving dishes and the kid dropped it. In front of everyone. Before anyone had a chance to eat a bite. Poor kid. The fact that his father divorced this “new family” hasn’t really helped ease the pain of that day – people still say stuff like “Don’t let Chris carry the macaroni & cheese”.
Also, the boy caught a birthday cake on a pink plastic serving tray on fire – inside of the oven – melted it all over the place which is why we have had a sign over our oven that says “Look Inside Oven” for about four years.
Do yourselves a favor – don’t invite my poor, sweet, son to your holiday dinners – he seems to be cursed.
Well. I’m not sure anyone else would call what I’m doing today “productive” but it feels that way to me and since it is my birthday, humor me.
I have a troubling to TW habit – I save a lot of blog posts as “new” to read later or to save for possible blogging in the future. How many is a lot? This morning I started with 621 saved items.
TW constantly tells me to just get rid of them. She’s nuts. I saved them for a reason and I am NOT going to get rid of them without reading them, bookmarking them and blogging them.
So that’s what I’m doing today. Cleaning out my saved items. I’m down to 293. 115 of those are Queercents posts, heh. (The blog I most love to NOT read.)
Once I finish with the saved posts in my Bloglines, I’m moving to clean out my email boxes. I have hundreds of saved emails, most from TW on topics I’m no longer interested in (thank you new job!)
Go me.
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I think I spent my entire Tuesday on the phone. I made my last phone call around 7:30 last night and decided I should extend my phone day by calling Jenn to see how her drive to Charlotte had gone – and to see what plans she and my mother had made for her visit. It’s a good thing I called.
Jenn had not called her grandmother because “I was waiting for her to call me. And besides, I don’t have her phone number.” Umm hello! Grandma is old, you should not rely on her to call YOU. And also you’ve known you were going to Charlotte for ages, if you didn’t have her phone number why didn’t you ask? Geez, the kid does this stuff just to make me crazy.
So I gave Jenn the number and instructed her to hang up the phone and call her immediately. Apparently she did because I got an email from my mother shortly afterwards with a plea for birthday related help. Because my mother is also trying to make me crazy.
My mother thought Jenn was only in Charlotte for one day, Monday. So she mailed Jenn’s birthday gift to her home on Monday afternoon, leaving her with no gift to present when they see each other. (And anyone who has grandchildren, particular granddaughters born in August, knows they do not see the child empty handed. That just would not do.)
Michelle and I brainstormed gift ideas and I called my mother, who did not answer. She returned my call shortly afterwards and informed me that besides thinking Jenn was only going to be in town for one day, she did not have Jenn’s number to call and arrange a dinner. Geez.
I think I’m getting everyone in my family an address book and I’m going to gift it to them with all of the addresses and phone numbers already filled in. And, when we all gather together at Christmas I’m going to confiscate everyone’s cell phone and enter all of the phone numbers, email addresses and addresses into the phones.
My family is crazy and they are making ME crazy.
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This one’s for Erica. Congratulations and good luck. We’re sort of proud of you and know you’re going to do great things.
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