We rang it in at a friend’s house last night and had a large time. Even though we didn’t get there til about 9:30, I managed to eat and drink enough equal to at least 8 hours of party time.

You know those sliding glass doors that people have leading out to their patios? Some little kid crashed through one of those last night. The kids were playing tag or something and another kid decided to close the door as the other one was hauling ass towards it. He ran straight through it and luckily didn’t get hurt at all. I have never seen such. A vacuum gave its life while cleaning up the mess.

I also discovered the best place to pass out rest (Resting! I was just resting!) if you are at a party where children are present. Wait til some kids crawl off to sleep somewhere and weasel your way onto the bed too. Nobody will really bother you because they don’t want to risk waking the children. Drinking makes me sneaky and smart! Sometimes. The other times it makes me puke.

Here is my favorite photo from when Bekah and Sam were here. Sam’s the kid in the striped shirt with her back to the camera. She was jumping up and down. All of the little kids lost their freaking minds when the band started playing. It was so cute that my uterus twinged the whole time. I wanted to steal a kid. Any of those kids.

May 2010 have you jumping for joy on a regular basis!

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Merry Christmas!

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For the first year since they’ve been divorced – the boys won’t wake up at our house on Christmas morning. The coaew decided this because they have siblings over there (and we don’t have any here) that it’s not fair for Santa to visit them (the other siblings that believe in Santa) on Christmas Eve morning as he has in the past.

To put it mildly. I am fucking pissed. Kind of makes me wished I’d jumped on the baby bandwagon so our family would be “equal” to hers.

Sweety had called her to work out what time he’d get them Christmas Eve night or if she was bringing them over when she made the announcement. He tried to talk to her but ended up getting pissed off, telling her “whatever” and hanging up while she was still yammering away.

When he first told me I just started to cry. She gets them on Thanksgiving and we do on Christmas. This is just how it’s been. She hadn’t told the boys about it because BB asked me today where they’ll be Christmas Eve (for some reason, he asks me this every. single. year. and I always tell him, “Here!” and he says, “Just checking.”.) and when I said, “Your mother’s house.” he gave me a sideways look. So I elaborated with, “She’s bringing you here Christmas morning or day or whenever it is she feels like it. Wasn’t my idea and I’m not a fan.” And he said, “Okay.” and shuffled on out of the room.

This is the only time I’ve ever said anything in front of him that would be taken negatively about his mother but I just couldn’t hold my tongue. Sue me.

Anyhoo. In INSANELY HAPPY NEWS!

Bekah (don’t let the sign-in scare you! sign-in and check out her adorable photos.) and her daughter Sam (aka The Artist) are coming to see me! The weekend before Christmas! I won two parkhopper tickets to visit The Mouse and Sweety was going to go with me but he can’t because of bowling obligations. I won them back in the summer and we’ve been meaning to go and just keep putting it off and the tickets expire at the end of this year. So Bekah and Sam are coming and Sweety is being an awesome guy and buying us two more passes so we can go two days! Yay! Sam isn’t three yet so she’s freeeeeeee! I like me some free.

Tiny Sammy hugs!

Very excited. I am very excited!

And!

My Mom, sister and fantastic niece are arriving on Christmas Eve! They will be staying until January first or second! I can’t wait to see my niece and tell her bedtime stories and hug on her! I love my niece more than I like to breathe. She is an awesomely odd human being.

See this? This is one of Bekah’s hedgehogs all decked out for Christmas.

Now, it is nice and festive but do you know what I think when I look at it?

Hedgehog coochie!!!

I’d like to gently poke it with a pencil eraser.

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This photo was taken when we were on the top flight of stairs at the Pilgrim Monument.

When I’m somewhere high – I want to jump. Luckily, the railing was too high and I couldn’t get my leg up over it. I did notice that it would be easy to flip Sweety over it because he was so much taller than it. I shared that with him and he made sure to stay at least an arm’s length away from me til we had descended far enough that he would survive the fall.

Anyhoo.

This got me to thinking…

If you were falling to your death? What would you holler if you had to say something besides screaming your guts out? Sweety and I talked about it for several flights of stairs and couldn’t think of anything suitable at that time. But upon reflection, I think I’d go out screeching as much of “the ants go marching one by one” song (well, the part that I sing. I really like the “hurrah! hurrah!” part.) that I could get out. That song is always in my head like background music.

What would you say?

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We went to Massachusetts to visit Sweety’s mother a couple of weeks ago. I loved the place! It was cold and there were some autumn leaves still clinging around. I saw one tree that had leaves that were completely red. I had never seen such. And I ate crab cakes for breakfast! Crab! Breakfast!

The boys stayed with their grandparents and Sweety’s mother was nice enough to get us a room at a hotel. (And, I was fixing to link to it and just remembered that she has friends that work there. I would not want for someone to see that backlink and have her show up here.) The place had two giant waterslides and I did not bring a swimsuit because I didn’t even know where we were staying. I was just along for the ride.

Guess what? The cough that has kept me from sleeping in the same room with Sweety since mid-August? It diminished enough that I was not an annoyance to Sweety and we were able to sleep in the same room!

And we have ever since we got back! (Um, except for that one night when I gave him a really bad titty-twister because he tried to bearhug me after he’d farted and the titty-twister hurt so bad that he broke things. That night I plotted revenge slept on the couch. With one eye open. I’ll have to video blog that little story because it’s too much to type but is really worth hearing.)

Sweety and I did lots of sightseeing during the day and then met up with everyone else for supper. One of the places we went to was Pilgrim Monument. We climbed to the top. Well, Sweety climbed and I kind of huffed and puffed. At one point I got a little ahead of Sweety and thought I’d scare him. It didn’t work and he asked me to crouch back down so he could take a photo. I obliged but didn’t realize that he was taking a video instead.

Don’t you just LOVE that look on my face at the end?

And here I am on the way down from the top of the tower. I was very, very, very happy to be climbing down the stairs instead of up them.

I was pretending to be a robot soldier.

We discovered that Sweety could actually take the ramps down in two hops.

When the monument was being built, I doubt they expected it to be used in such a manner.

And if all of that wasn’t enough for you – you can see all the photos here.

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