-The lady that we lived with in the mountains went nuts so we moved.
-Peepers is now 2. And TONS of fun.
-We moved back to Vancouver.
-I still work at the theater, but went back to work full time.
-We moved across the parking lot from my work into a 1 bedroom in May (total coincidence..great commute!)
-We had to give our kitties to a ranch. :'(
-We moved into our first 2 bedroom apt in November.
-Its now 3 days until Christmas.
-Oh ya...starting next week, I got a raise : D
It has been busy, but most of that is trying to juggle my time between the theater, home and a 40 hour work week. Which actually has been doing ok. I have had to cut some hours from the theater, but its ok. Right now I am choreographing for the next show we are doing "Anything Goes"...our creative director is pretty starry-eyed over the Sutton Foster revival of the show that happened this year so that is why we are doing it. I still have a few classes.
Z is still a stay at home dad, having fun from what he tells me. Peepers is having a mass amount of fun now that he is figuring life out. We've discovered play-doh and Transformers. He also discovered jumping, which is not really ideal for people living on the 2nd floor of an apartment building...so we decided to get him a little baby trampoline with a handle. I found one in the city for $10 so we decided to go get it. We figured we'd just shove it in the car and Peepers wouldnt know what it was anywho, so we could still give it to him for Christmas. Weeelllll....he knew darn well what it was and the entire 40 minute drive in traffic all we heard was "MOMMA!! JUMP IT!! MOMMA!! PEEEEEAAASS???? MOMMMMMMA!!!" amisdt frustrated crying. So he got an early gift. He hasn't been off of it since.
Z has graduated from computer MMORPGS to the Xbox. Much more family interactive. And I may learn how to play. I tried for a few minutes and was able to turn around so that is a plus....I was HORRENDOUS at WoW cuz I could never turn around with out making a huge circle and then I'd die.
My parents are coming up on Saturday for Christmas...very happy about that. Since I started my job I dont have any time off so we cant go to their house like normal for the holidays. Looking forward to Dad's cooking. I just have to prep stuff for seafood buffet Christmas eve...
As I get older, Christmas just isnt as fun as it used to be...I dont know if this year I'm just hum-bugging or what, but I cant seem to get into the normal spirit of things. May have something to do with that were not at my parents. Christmas throws up at their house. Up here, we finally got our tree last week and bolted it to the wall because everyone was out of tree stands. I think I may get into it a little more once my family arrives. Ive been a little down lately with some anxiety and I dont know why. Grrr...apparently blogging helps. Im starting to feel better.
I have got a ton to do before 3pm on Saturday... we have to go food shopping, do our mass amounts of laundry that we've been putting off, finish cleaning the house, prep the seafood, make baklava and cookies...lucky for me I have a husband who will be by my side helping. And I am off from the theater until after New Years. And once Dad gets here I jsut get to sit back.
Z asked me what I want for Christmas. My problem is that everything I want is either really cheap, like I could just go get it for myself at any point, or it is really expensive - like LASIC eye surgery. I really have no real need for anything else...I would love some newer clothes, but then I would rather use the money to buy stuff for Z or Peepers.
I really wish I could find my MP3 player... I've amassed enough iTunes songs to actually warrant using the dang thing now. Before I had like, 3 songs...So I put it away... but now....hmmm...I may have an idea of where it is, but I think that I would have to move 4 huge snow tires out of the way to look for them. Sounds like a job for Z.
I am feeling a bit better. I think I am back to blogging now. I forgot how much I enjoy it :) ok, until tomorrow then!
Merry Christmas!

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