Checking in to assure you I'm alive
I've just been busy as of late. Work is crazy, Julia had to go to the doctor...I took a day and a half of "Hooky" time (not sick enough to stay home, but used sick days anyway), etc.
But I *am* alive and well.
Things in my life:
Julia, first of all. She's walking. Full-fledged walking. Rarely crawls anymore. And she learned to say "balloon," which is really more like "b'noon," but hey, she's only 11 months old.
She also has the worst diaper rash in the world, and I had to take her back to the doctor on Tuesday. He told us her rash is equal to second degree burns. Poor baby! So no fruit or fruit juices for three weeks until it's cleared up.
Me...nothing. Seriously. I have nothing going on. Threw my sister a baby shower last weekend, which was a huge success. But otherwise...nothing big is happening. South Beach Diet has stalled out, but I'm going to go back on Phase 1 to kick-start myself again, so wish me luck with that.
Pissy with my mother, who had knee surgery today. She's spending more and more time with not-boyfriend-Mike. Like every single day. Last night I called her to report on some Julia things, and to wish her luck with the knee surgery today, and Mike was over there for dinner, along with his only child, twenty-something-year-old Matt. Yesterday was Matt's birthday. The three of them were going to see "Oliver" at the Fox. For Matt's birthday. I have issues with that. Big, serious, hairy issues. She's not his mother. She's MY mother.
Otherwise, I'm just hella busy at work and have little to report! But I miss you guys!
*hugs*
But I *am* alive and well.
Things in my life:
Julia, first of all. She's walking. Full-fledged walking. Rarely crawls anymore. And she learned to say "balloon," which is really more like "b'noon," but hey, she's only 11 months old.
She also has the worst diaper rash in the world, and I had to take her back to the doctor on Tuesday. He told us her rash is equal to second degree burns. Poor baby! So no fruit or fruit juices for three weeks until it's cleared up.
Me...nothing. Seriously. I have nothing going on. Threw my sister a baby shower last weekend, which was a huge success. But otherwise...nothing big is happening. South Beach Diet has stalled out, but I'm going to go back on Phase 1 to kick-start myself again, so wish me luck with that.
Pissy with my mother, who had knee surgery today. She's spending more and more time with not-boyfriend-Mike. Like every single day. Last night I called her to report on some Julia things, and to wish her luck with the knee surgery today, and Mike was over there for dinner, along with his only child, twenty-something-year-old Matt. Yesterday was Matt's birthday. The three of them were going to see "Oliver" at the Fox. For Matt's birthday. I have issues with that. Big, serious, hairy issues. She's not his mother. She's MY mother.
Otherwise, I'm just hella busy at work and have little to report! But I miss you guys!
*hugs*