Winter is sneaking in, crunching around the edges of our yards and our lakes and causing me to shiver every morning. We haven't really had a flake of snow yet, but I pulled out my winter coat, mostly because I have been recycling Finn's cold for the past few weeks, but also because even the sun has started to look cold.
The lights are firmly secured to the outside of our house, waiting for Thanksgiving to pass so that we can start preparing for Christmas. Uriah wants to get a real tree this year, and while I'm not opposed, we are also spending the holiday in Missouri, so to a certain extent, I feel a real tree will be wasted on not even being here
for the big day. But that will be our conundrum every year for the foreseeable future...if we're not with Uriah's parents, we're with mine and I guess it will be awhile before we really do start to have our own home
(at the place where we physically reside - not the place that we grew up) traditions. Santa really is bringing gifts to our home, though, because I don't think we can safely fit everything into the Civic. I mean, I guess we could, but we'd all be wearing the exact same outfit the whole time we were there because we would not be able to fit our suitcase in the car.
Speaking of the old Civ...she crapped her fat pants on me last week. She didn't die all the way, but she was making a funny noise
(if we're being honest, she'd been making a funny noise for months. I just choose to be in denial about some things, car problems being one of them.). So, anyway, I thought we should probably get the old girl checked out before we head south for the Thanksgiving bonanza. Good thing...the alternator bearings were going out. Now, I have absolutely no idea what that means, I just know that it means I have to pay a lot of money to get it fixed. And not so much for that part, but the labor. I am in the wrong profession. I should have been either a mechanic, a doctor or Martha Stewart . Damn my need to procreate and stay at home with my offspring.
Anyone want to buy a
used previously enjoyed Civic?
Just kidding. I don't think she and I are ready to part ways yet. We have a lot of living to do. A lot. I think. Unless Uriah convinces me that we should consider a larger automobile to haul our 2 kids and 200 lbs of crap around in. But it will take a lot of convincing.
Friends, it's time for this girl to wash down some Nyquil liquid caps with some cough syrup and say adios until tomorrow. Literally, I probably will not wake up until tomorrow. I do not recommend this particular cocktail of cold meds, and I'm certain all medical professionals would frown up my "mixing it up," but I want to enjoy my holiday
(and the fact that my husband has 3 whole days off. In a row!), so a girl's gotta do what it takes to not be a colossal sick, whiner, baby on a 6+ hour road trip. I did that once and it almost ended in divorce. And we weren't even married. But...another story for another time.
For now...bundle up, it's awfully brisk out there. And, also, get your cars checked.
Winter is sneaking in, crunching around the edges of our yards and our lakes and causing me to shiver every morning. We haven't really had a flake of snow yet, but I pulled out my winter coat, mostly because I have been recycling Finn's cold for the past few weeks, but also because even the sun has started to look cold.
The lights are firmly secured to the outside of our house, waiting for Thanksgiving to pass so that we can start preparing for Christmas. Uriah wants to get a real tree this year, and while I'm not opposed, we are also spending the holiday in Missouri, so to a certain extent, I feel a real tree will be wasted on not even being here
for the big day. But that will be our conundrum every year for the foreseeable future...if we're not with Uriah's parents, we're with mine and I guess it will be awhile before we really do start to have our own home
(at the place where we physically reside - not the place that we grew up) traditions. Santa really is bringing gifts to our home, though, because I don't think we can safely fit everything into the Civic. I mean, I guess we could, but we'd all be wearing the exact same outfit the whole time we were there because we would not be able to fit our suitcase in the car.
Speaking of the old Civ...she crapped her fat pants on me last week. She didn't die all the way, but she was making a funny noise
(if we're being honest, she'd been making a funny noise for months. I just choose to be in denial about some things, car problems being one of them.). So, anyway, I thought we should probably get the old girl checked out before we head south for the Thanksgiving bonanza. Good thing...the alternator bearings were going out. Now, I have absolutely no idea what that means, I just know that it means I have to pay a lot of money to get it fixed. And not so much for that part, but the labor. I am in the wrong profession. I should have been either a mechanic, a doctor or Martha Stewart . Damn my need to procreate and stay at home with my offspring.
Anyone want to buy a
used previously enjoyed Civic?
Just kidding. I don't think she and I are ready to part ways yet. We have a lot of living to do. A lot. I think. Unless Uriah convinces me that we should consider a larger automobile to haul our 2 kids and 200 lbs of crap around in. But it will take a lot of convincing.
Friends, it's time for this girl to wash down some Nyquil liquid caps with some cough syrup and say adios until tomorrow. Literally, I probably will not wake up until tomorrow. I do not recommend this particular cocktail of cold meds, and I'm certain all medical professionals would frown up my "mixing it up," but I want to enjoy my holiday
(and the fact that my husband has 3 whole days off. In a row!), so a girl's gotta do what it takes to not be a colossal sick, whiner, baby on a 6+ hour road trip. I did that once and it almost ended in divorce. And we weren't even married. But...another story for another time.
For now...bundle up, it's awfully brisk out there. And, also, get your cars checked.
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