Its another new day at Chez Elko. I woke up one enormous KINK. I don’t know what it is about that bed, but its the most uncomfortable thing ever. At least we brought our own pillows from home so all is not lost. But I feel like I need to visit a chiropractor. :P
I have to share about last night..so typical. So Mr Callista’s parents were going to church (yes, Church. On a Thursday) the conversation went like this: “You don’t have to go but you can if you’d like.” Mr Callista: “We’ll go, sure, why not?” Me: *kicks Mr Callista under the table*. *sigh* So we had some dinner and went to church. On a Thursday. I think there were ten other people there. Maybe fifteen. The service wasn’t that bad and afterward we were going to drive out to Spring Creek to fetch our child. He’d been abducted by my SIL earlier in the day and we needed to get him so he could go to bed. I thought I’d stop at the ladies room on our way out.
I need to interject that Mother Nature has been particularly cruel to me this week and I’m finishing up a nice bout with the hag. Figures huh? Merry Christmas to you too. :P So anyhow I’m taking care of business and would you believe there is no gargabe container of any sort in the stall? In ANY stall? *sigh* Thankfully the bathroom was empty so I could toss my refuse in the waste basket under the sink in private but SHEESH. I renew my earlier assertation that this is HICK TOWN.
We drove out without incident. Pretty cold out…I was actually surprised the thermometer in the van only said 25 degrees. Felt colder. The boy was having a good time…helping his aunt make cinnamon rolls for Christmas. She must have had at least fifty there. Of course the boy loves nothing more than cinnamon rolls but he didn’t get to have one becuase apparently she gives them out as gifts. If she’d known he loves them so I like to think she would have let him have one. Maybe. Maybe not.
So that’s up to speed. It’s Christmas Eve. I should go bathe myself. Speaking of bathe, the boy needs one. I just asked Mr Callista what he thought and I got a smartass answer. So it’s going to be one of *those* days. *sigh* Later, taters.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
