Wasteful energy.

One. I don't like getting frustrated with people. I seem to let go of self control and get mean etc.

Two. Had a lunch date with Mr. Dirtbrick today. Thankfully he was not a dirt bag. Still, there wasn't exactly an ignition.

Three. I may be destined not to find a good skirt.

Four. I cannot seem to remember to make the whole photo thing happen...I'm blaming it all on the frantic pace of the holiday season.

Five. I have begun to have an internal dialog about how much a person can change the way they think/feel. I seem to expend a lot of energy analyzing useless things. I know I would be better off if I didn't, and I try to stop, but don't seem to. I might need shock treatment therapy. ;-)

Lost my head.

Sorry I didn't get anything written yesterday. Was up to the city very early and didn't get back until past midnight. Little M and I had fun shopping while his Mama got her hair done. He was perfectly behaved and only cried when I took his bottle away. He's just too cute for custard. We had lunch with Mr. Urbane. I think I said ten words, half of which were in defense of myself or Grandma. I do appreciate that Mrs. WC is a no-punches-held kind of gal, but sometimes I wish her punches were a little lighter. After lunch I went shopping, and met up with the formerly 12th St. Gang. Uncle Vet was in town, so we all had a nice dinner together. Thank goodness for my friends...I would be lost without them. Afterward I met with a nice young gentleman who talked my ear off for three hours. I nearly caused a bad wreck on my way out of the city. I really must get settled there if I continue to socialize there.

Today was up early feeding the baby etc. We were supposed to have lunch with Mrs. Canadian, but weariness and fussy baby kept us from it. I felt bad. I really HATE feeling like I'm flaking out on people. I managed to work myself into a funk, and sunk myself even deeper when I went to the mall, and couldn't find a nice off-white skirt. Came back and lazed around.

I've misplaced the camera, so there are no photos. Too bad because there were some nice ones in the city, including one of a Christmas tree lot in the fog.

Someone likes their cousin's toys.

Meant to be?

As many of you know, at least one person in my life has told me I was put on this earth to be a Mom. This morning I was up early. A-man and I went to his Gym Class. He was very sleepy and therefore unenthusiastic. I felt exactly the same way. At one point he even went over to the door and said "All Done". When we got back two-thirds of the Walnut Creek gang was here, the littlest of which was left with us for a few hours. For a short period, I was here with the boys all by myself. It involved a quick diaper change and one of them crying in the crib, but all was fine and dandy. I have realized that if Mom is my destined profession, I'm gonna have to learn to go to bed earlier. Big day in the city tomorrow.

X-masified kitchen.

Tis the season.

Went out with Dr. Kid again last night. We saw "Sideways", which was a weird mix of totally funny, and thoroughly depressing. Reminded me of some people I used to know.

Played with the baby today. We had a lot of fun. His Mommy was supposed to be cleaning the kitchen (see picture). She got part of it done. ;-) Big week...lots of social engagements. Jillo...I wanna come and hang with you and your babies, while the cat's away!

Ain't she a pro!

Our bartender and server help Ms. Catpeople get ready for a very special birthday drink...I'll let you guess the name of it.

Deer hiney on the 3rd.

Home Despot on the 1st. Mammy and I bought a light fixture for the foyer, and a HD employee was acutally nice to us.

Back.

Well, due to techno difficulties I took some time off. It was actually kind of liberating. I don't think you missed much. I have a post from the 27th which I will include in this. I had fun up at Mammy and Pappy's. We got everything tidied up, and I managed to squeeze in some episodes of Little House on the Prairie. There was one episode where I recognized most of the locations...they are just up the highway from us. It really got me to thinking about the path of my life. When I was five or six and watching that episode, I never could have dreamt that I would live right down the street.

In two weeks I had three dreams about Texas Pete and his Hot Mama. They were all very vivid and packed with emotion. I miss them both, but I also think my mind is doing some comparison with Mr. Urbane.

We also went to ASIASF for some Drag Queen Fun for Ms. Catpeople's birthday. It was a hoot and the food was great, and the bartender was umm, umm, good. After, we went to the Happy Cow. It was fun, but made me feel a tad old.

Oh, one other thing...we took Homie A for her first sledding experience. It was so fun, and she had a great time!

I will put up some pics I took during my down time.

Here's the entry from the 27th:
I was just getting ready to put up my entry for the day when the network, or the satellite went kaput. Today was another good day with all the people. We woke up to dense fog, and howling winds (literally). We decided it was NOT a good day to go running about , so we had a leisurely breakfast, and then puttered around. S made some nice “Lost Kitty” posters and she and Poppy went to town to put them up and various points between here and there. The rest of us kept saying that we were going to watch a movie, but instead we played with the kids, played some cards, and Homie K and I made origami cranes (my first ever) for her Xmas tree. It was fun, but I think it gave me neck and shoulder tension from concentrating so hard. They do look super cool!

About ten minutes after S and Poppy left the phone rang. “Did you put this poster up…he’s my cat.” It turns out a nice young man had been looking for his sweet cat, Tom, for almost a week. Tom is now home safe, sound, and warm.

Made quiche and help Homie K make Pear Panna Cotta with chocolate sauce for dessert. Played some board games before bed, but they were less enthusiastic as last night due to reduced energy and increased booze consumption.

Must sleep now…will post this and picture tomorrow.

Poppy dumped all the kids toys in my clean floor.

Cranes from the 27th.