Counting Down

Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes once said that it's better to receive than to give. GETTING things is better than HAVING things. Of course as Hobbes points out, everything you get turns into something you have. Calvin then explains that "that's why you always have to get new stuff."

After Christmas has to be one of the best times for new stuff. Before Christmas, not so much. Last week I paid $20 for a pair of awesome soft fuzzy slippers, and today saw the same ones on sale for $8. Maybe I should get another pair and keep them on reserve?

I probably should feel at least a little ashamed of myself. In the last two days I've gotten two new purses, one new pair of shoes, four new bras (three of which were parts of matching sets, so add three pair of underwear), a new coat, five new tops, and that doesn't include Christmas gifts, or the many things I got in the last couple weeks (add more shoes, more tops, and pants). Get your Masters, go shopping. That seems to be the pattern.

I can justify all of it....and I did get crazy deals on almost everything (new coat originally $140, marked down to $40, extra discount to $33...and it's warm and I needed it....and one of the purses was free, and the other one was only $12), and almost everything is for work. Work work work. Work starts on January 2nd, which gives me three whole days to have a panic attack. And clean my room. It needs it.

I'm already planning what to buy after I settle on an apartment. Couch, armchair, bed....that'll be fun. The only thing I'm NOT looking forward to shopping for is a car.

Target move date is Feb. 3rd....let's say St. Patty's Day for the car. I love to plan.

Oh Baby

Don't know if I mentioned this here yet or not, but my aunts are having babies. Babies galore. Both of my mom's sisters, one of whom is around my mom's age, are having their firsts very soon or early next year. The younger one is having a girl, the elder is having twins, a boy and a girl. The elder's in the hospital right now, confined there until she delivers. The babies will be preemies...sometime in the next two weeks, I'll have two very new, very tiny cousins (currently about 2.5 pounds each). Then in another month or two, the younger aunt is due to have her little girl too.

How scary must it be, for your body to be almost unrecognizable, to be stuck in the hospital where doctors and nurses examine every last inch of you, and to know that your children will, without a doubt be born prematurely, and to have no way of knowing how permanent the damage is? Like any new parent, you're just praying for them to be healthy....but in this case, the odds are already stacked against them.

Ouch, my...absence of a tooth!

Jeff you're right, there is something to this Mat Kearney character.

I'm not gonna bore you with more MSA talk, cuz I'm so close to done at this point that I'm sick of saying that. I have something new to bitch about!

See I got my wisdom teeth removed about three weeks ago, and everything seemed to heal well. Until today. The pain's grown steadily worse to the point where I'm back on mushy food. Something's infected, or something.

Lovely, eh? I'll make sure I keep you all posted.