New Years Resolutions

New Years Resolution:

1. Remember you have a blog.


2. Update said blog - clearly already dropped the ball on that one as its Feb 4th & its the first time I have updates.


3. Not to be pregnant again in 2010. I have been pregnant in 2008 & 2009. That's enough for right now, thanks.

So boys and girls, the bitch is back. We have LOADS to talk about, so lets not waste anymore time.

Mom-ville.

Momville is my new home. Its where I live, breath and exist. There is no leaving Momville. Not even with a week-end pass. People can visit in Momville, but rarely do they stay too long. Until they become residents of Momville, but that is a whole other process. Now - there are perks to Momville. Lets list them shall we.... oh, wait. Snotty noses, dirty diapers, less than adequate sleep, whining, and chasing a kid around when all you want to do is just spend 42 minutes watching Project Runway on the DVR, doesn't qualify as a "perk" in most peoples vernacular. I do however, get toothy smiles, hugs on demand (even if they leave snot on your shoulder), someone who RUSHES to the door every night when he sees me and the joy of watching a little person discovery the world, one day at a time. So are there trade-offs? You bet. Loads of them. But on the whole, Momville is a pretty ok place to be. Unless Project Runway is on.
I kid.

In other big news ... well, I sorta, kinda, maybe got engaged over the holidays. Ok - so that is HUGE in the grand scale of things. It was a TOTAL surprise, a bit emotional and so very cool. So now -- we have entered the "Wedding Zone". Much like Momville, the wedding zone is one most people enter wide-eyed, optimistic, and full of good intention. I have a sneaking suspicion that I will leave the wedding zone somewhat bitter, caustic and dirt-ass poor. Not that I had a lot of cash to just throw around in the first place. For the record, weddings = the biggest racket going. People hear wedding and they automatically jack their prices like, 75%. And then you find yourself getting obsessed over the tiniest shit. Its insane. Especially when you consider that this is ONE DAY OF YOUR LIFE.

ONE DAY.

UNO.

24 HOURS.

And then you come home and find your fiancee watching a "Bridezillas" marathon on We or Lifetime or whatever channel that is and realize that you are no longer on the brink... oh no, you have just gone head first over the edge. And there is no turning back from that fall. And did I mention that it is expensive? Because it is. In ways you hadn't really considered. Ok - so enough of the bitter bride... lets talk wide-eyed and optimistic. In little over a month (we got engaged on Christmas morning) we have booked the church, booked the reception hall, locked in our photographer (Paige, who else?), lined up a caterer, bought a wedding dress and I think picked a place for our rehearsal dinner. Oh -- and the bridal party. The gi-normous wedding party. Joe says to me about a week after we got engaged, "I think I have my groomsmen figured out" So, I casually respond "great, who you thinking about?" He then proceeds to rattle off a list of names that starts to sound more like the amount of guys you would need on a football field, not an altar. I stop him -- "exactly how MANY do you have?" He responds quite calmly ''NINE". Yep - Nine. Nine times. So boys and girls brace yourselves. Ms. I-don't-need-a-man-in-her-life-not-going-to-have-a-traditional-wedding-buck-the-establishment me is not only having a wedding in a church but we are going to have EIGHTEEN freakin' people in our wedding party. PLUS 4 flower girls and two ring bearers. Sweet jeebus. Our wedding pictures are going to look like something out of the Godfather. And did I mention that our first swag at a guest list has us at something like 400 guests? Oh, I didn't. Silly me -- So this isn't going to be some small, intimate event. Nope, this one is full-blown 3-ring circus. I am just not sure who is wearing the ringmaster hat in the middle.

Suffice it to say, we have found ourselves rather busy in the ensuing months since last we chatted. And the upcoming ones are looking much slower. I got a promotion at work -- which is great. However, I am working harder than ever and never seem to get anywhere. Also, I am still doing my old job as well -- so until we get totally back filled at work, I am doing two jobs piss-poorly. Which leaves me with a warm and fuzzy feeling all over. And here are the things we are trying to/planning to do between now and October of this year

(commence drumroll)

1. Have a baby. Oh yeah - if you missed that announcement, I am also 5 months pregnant. WHOLE other story. Not planned, at all, a smidge or in the least little bit. And yes -- that will put the two of them about 16 months apart.
2. Buy a house. This is directly relational to the above comment. Downsizing of house was great to save money, not great when you add another person to the mix. Even a small one.
3. Get married.
4. Open a small business. Joe is looking into a super exciting business opportunity that would make him a partner in a restaurant. This is unbelievably cool for him. The timing however sucks royally given the above list.

Now, I maintain that for the average person any ONE of those things in a given year is enough to keep someone on their toes. Not us over-achievers. Nope, we need them all in a 10 month time frame. Suicidal? You bet. Coupled with all that is the small financial miracle we are going to need to pull all this off. As the money tree is buried under 18 feet of snow, I have begun the sound financial practice of buying a lottery ticket a few times a month. So far, no luck, but I think we will get there from here.

Suffice it to say, things are a little busy in our neck of the woods. I am planning on being better at all of this. Not withstanding all the other things I am trying to keep tabs on, but I have missed our little chats. I routinely find myself creating an entry in my head (normally right after some stupid thing has happened) but by the time I get around to booting up the computer and putting fingers to keyboard, my brain is seeping out of my ears and I can barely have a conversation with my one year old, much less delve that deep for the snark and wit you have grown accustomed to over the years.

But fear not intrepid reader -- I am committed. Or should be committed. Again, another story for another day. So stop by from time to time. I promise we will have more to talk about.

Now listening to nothing. And its pretty nice. Which means, I can got watch not one but TWO back episodes of Project Runway. Its sad how easily I am entertained these days.