Dump: As in who in heck dumped all of this snow on us?

Right.  So the plan was to announce that I was pregnant to the world on my blog, visit with my mom and let her handle the three and half year old so I could get some sleep, then come back, do some awesome posting, and get back in to regular blogging about important stuff like adopted families and giving back for the holidays while surviving my in-laws.

The plan was not come back to an arse load of snow that I had to shovel before I even slept in my own bed*, go to work, get morning sickness which turned out to be the flu, have my 12 week appointment by myself where I got to hear a nice strong heartbeat (yay!), get sick again at home, and spend the next day sleeping for 18 hours. Then do all of the adopt a family stuff, shopping for niece’s gifts, put up tree, birthday party, more tree decorating and wrap 15 million things for my own kid.

Sometimes things don’t always go the way you plan them.  The good news is that I am pretty sure I am not dehydrated any more, I can actually drink water again (first time in like 7 weeks) and I think the morning sickness BS is on the way out.  It had better be, there is a work celebration tomorrow at a Brazilian steakhouse and I intend on eating meat again.  Unless the vegetarian parasite that has taken over my body continues to insist that beef smells like the wrong end of a cow.

Ah life.  Only a few more gifts to get (and Amazon had better ship that stuff I ordered before I have a heart attack), we still don’t have any groceries, and on my way home in today’s snow storm, one of my windshield wipers quit working (bollux!).   Good thing I have Wednesday and Thursday off and I have no problem putting the kid in daycare while I take the car to the dealer, buy stocking stuffers, and go see Tron with my sexy husband.

*In my husband’s defense on that one, he was snowed in basically the entire time we were gone and did a LOT of shoveling and snow blowing, I just had to shovel out the front walk from the plow and snowblow out the driveway from the plow…  I, unlike him, LOVE to do snow removal, and I plan on doing it as long as I can still bend enough at the waist to pull it off.

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  1. Posted December 21, 2010 at 12:12 am | Permalink

    I love shoveling, too. :) I don’t tell many people, because it is a cue for all the “well, then come shovel at my place” type jokes.

    I’m thinking you might be going to Fogo de Chao. My brother and sister-in-law live down there, and they went there for their anniversary in October. I’m pretty sure they are STILL talking about how good the food was.
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  2. kristen
    Posted December 21, 2010 at 10:47 am | Permalink

    I hate shoveling. HATE it. Husband loves it though. In fact he gets upset if our neighbor snowblows our walks for us.

    As annoying as the snow can be (like yesterday, 2 hours total in the car and stuck in traffic on Wirth Parkway of all places, who knew there could be traffic there! and unhappy baby in the car because he hates when the car isn’t moving!), it was absolutely postcard picture gorgeous driving through Wirth Park.

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