Friday, December 17, 2010

Keeping my streak of one post a month alive!

When I was about three I would wake up when I heard one of my parents get up and go start their shower in the bathroom.  Then, I'd proceed to get out of bed with my blanket and pillow and lay on the hallway floor right in front of the bathroom door.  In retrospect, I can't believe they never stepped on me.

I say this not because either of my children are emulating this habit  - no, no.  It's the dog.  He splays himself right.in.front. of the door.  On more then one occasion I have either almost crushed his ribcage or sent myself flying in my effort to avoid crushing his ribcage.  If he wasn't so freaking obsessed with me I'd say he was trying to kill me.  That poor dog.  All he wants is for me, specifically, to love him.  And most of the time all I want is for him to take his fish-breath and shed-tastic self elsewhere.  Sigh.  Maybe that's why he's trying to do me in.


On another note.  It's almost Christmas!  Wonderboy went to his Holiday Store at school yesterday and got us all presents.  I have to say, it's one of the cutest things.  He gets SO excited about what he has picked out for everyone.  We MUST open these things as soon as we get home.  I think if I ever suggested we wait his little head would just pop off.  This year I got a giant Christmas pen.  Seriously, it's like a foot long, and it's covered in Christmas trees.  I brought it to work.  Everyone is very jealous.

Every time I tell Pixie we are doing something Christmas related - seeing Santa, getting a tree, decorating the tree, etc. - she asks, "Is it Christmas?"  Every.Single.Time.  Someone asked her what she wanted for presents this year and she said, "Everything, of course!"  Hey, go big or go home, right?


I honestly can't believe this year is almost over.  I don't know who is messing with the space-time continuum, but I wish they'd cut it out.  I didn't accomplish everything I set out to when this year began.  But I think in the past few months (thank you, therapy) I'm starting to work some shite out.  It's a welcome feeling. 

Whenever The Mr. makes a wish - star, bday, what have you - his wish is always the same.  He wishes for Good Things.  That is my wish for all of us, and all of you - my bloggy friends, as this year comes to a close and a new one begins. 

Good Things. 

8 comments:

Octopunk said...

I didn't know you did that, the crashing on the floor thing. Or else I forgot. Probably the parents never stepped on you because our dog Jessie liked to sleep in the three-way nexus between the kitchen, living room and hallway to the bedrooms. That habit kept us all on our toes, literally. Sounds like your pooch is keeping the tradition alive.

Yay Christmas! Love the "is it Christmas?" thing. Our little guy doesn't get it yet but I'm hoping this year will plant the seeds of Christmas hysteria for next year. He is enjoying the daily chocolate from the advent calendar.

myfluffybunnies said...

Good Things. That's an excellent wish. I'm totally stealing it.

Wishing you Good Things, too, friend, including more gigantic pens and less fish breath. =>

Cheryl said...

Wishing you all kinds of Good Things in the coming year.

Be well.

Logical Libby said...

My daughter totally follows me around everywhere now. I am lucky I haven't tripped over her yet.

Mr. Odds said...

"Good Things" - funny how a simple phrase is so powerful. And I, too, intend to steal it. It reminds me of an anecdote I heard once. A politician visited a school and asked the assembled boys and girls what the wanted to be when they grew up. Most answered dutifully, "Doctor, lawyer, firefighter." Coming to the last child, who was somewhat starry-eyed and slightly unkempt, the pol asked the question again. The child smiled and simply said, "Happy."

for a different kind of girl said...

A wish for Good Things. That is the sweetest, most pure thing ever. I think I need to pick up on something like that.

I have a giant pencil my youngest came home from school with recently. It's what he got for cashing all his 'good job' tickets. I'd gladly hand it over...he'd never know... ;)

Hope you and yours (and the dog) have a very, very Merry Christmas filled with your own Good Things!

Kate Coveny Hood said...

Sending wishes for good things your way! Happy 2011!

Susan said...

May this year be all you wish for!