Christmas
Hmm...let's see what I remember. Monday, Christmas Eve (and Joe's Birthday), morning we woke up and opened presents with Jackie and Casey. They provided me with some very warm cozy clothing, a book and a CD that I wanted and a stocking full of goodys. They got Riley and Roosevelt presents too. The feet have already been chewed off of Riley's ball as predicted. And the one Cosby mouse given to Roosevelt was destroyed by the dog already while I napped. I knew it would end up that way. Joe, after some stressful shopping, got me a lovely set of earrings and a necklace.
Eventually, we made our way to lunch with Kevin and Missy. And Alex. They gave me a beautiful blanket that Missy knitted. Its fantastic! After lunch, Joe, Alex and I went to the arcade. Alex had a fun time and his quarter consumption was slowed by a cup used to contain them all. We played air hockey and he beat me. No, seriously, he beat me. You're thinking that I let this eight year old win, but you're quite wrong.
Coming home, I managed to convince Alex to help me make Daddy Joe's birthday cake. It was all going well. He dumped in the ingredients after I measured them. He stirred it. I broke out the electric mixer and against what was probably my better judgement, let him have at it. It was going great. And then the ultimate mistake. He raised the spinning beaters out of the batter. Batter, blood red batter, went every where. I couldn't help but to laugh histerically because it looked like poor Alex had just met up with a serial killer. Of course that probably didn't help him because he instantly broke out into tears. It took alot of convincing but he came back for a final (spoon) stir and then later to ice the cake. It was later revealed to me by Joe that he knew all along that I was destined for something bad to happen with the cake making experience but decided to let it play out for it would be better that way for both me and Alex. Thanks Joe.
Alex opened his presents later and then we dropped him off on our way out of town. Just outside of KC, we stopped for a soda and had a flat tire. Two cans of fix-a-flat and some air and we were on our much delayed way. We stopped a couple of times to check it and arrived in Columbia much later than planned. Roosevelt had not only missed us but had also destroyed some decorations in protest of our Christmas without him.
In the morning, we decided to go ahead and go to DeSoto...in Joe's car. We got there and opened presents shortly after. I got some car parts from my brother who promises to put them on for me, some vet books that I wanted, and some other assorted things from my list. We ate and then went to my grandparents house to eat dessert and have them open their presents. I can't believe that while I was home, we didn't go past the animals at the funeral home! Ugh.
Christmas was overall pretty nice but definatly we need to figure out something different then the across state treks.
PS-Wednesday, we went to Wal-Mart to get the tire patched but it was too badly damaged so I had to buy a new one. Meanwhile, the car decided that it really liked the idea of having the dome lights on all of the time. Two phone calls to the car experts in my life didn't come up with any answers so Joe and I just pulled the fuse.
Hmm...let's see what I remember. Monday, Christmas Eve (and Joe's Birthday), morning we woke up and opened presents with Jackie and Casey. They provided me with some very warm cozy clothing, a book and a CD that I wanted and a stocking full of goodys. They got Riley and Roosevelt presents too. The feet have already been chewed off of Riley's ball as predicted. And the one Cosby mouse given to Roosevelt was destroyed by the dog already while I napped. I knew it would end up that way. Joe, after some stressful shopping, got me a lovely set of earrings and a necklace.
Eventually, we made our way to lunch with Kevin and Missy. And Alex. They gave me a beautiful blanket that Missy knitted. Its fantastic! After lunch, Joe, Alex and I went to the arcade. Alex had a fun time and his quarter consumption was slowed by a cup used to contain them all. We played air hockey and he beat me. No, seriously, he beat me. You're thinking that I let this eight year old win, but you're quite wrong.
Coming home, I managed to convince Alex to help me make Daddy Joe's birthday cake. It was all going well. He dumped in the ingredients after I measured them. He stirred it. I broke out the electric mixer and against what was probably my better judgement, let him have at it. It was going great. And then the ultimate mistake. He raised the spinning beaters out of the batter. Batter, blood red batter, went every where. I couldn't help but to laugh histerically because it looked like poor Alex had just met up with a serial killer. Of course that probably didn't help him because he instantly broke out into tears. It took alot of convincing but he came back for a final (spoon) stir and then later to ice the cake. It was later revealed to me by Joe that he knew all along that I was destined for something bad to happen with the cake making experience but decided to let it play out for it would be better that way for both me and Alex. Thanks Joe.
Alex opened his presents later and then we dropped him off on our way out of town. Just outside of KC, we stopped for a soda and had a flat tire. Two cans of fix-a-flat and some air and we were on our much delayed way. We stopped a couple of times to check it and arrived in Columbia much later than planned. Roosevelt had not only missed us but had also destroyed some decorations in protest of our Christmas without him.
In the morning, we decided to go ahead and go to DeSoto...in Joe's car. We got there and opened presents shortly after. I got some car parts from my brother who promises to put them on for me, some vet books that I wanted, and some other assorted things from my list. We ate and then went to my grandparents house to eat dessert and have them open their presents. I can't believe that while I was home, we didn't go past the animals at the funeral home! Ugh.
Christmas was overall pretty nice but definatly we need to figure out something different then the across state treks.
PS-Wednesday, we went to Wal-Mart to get the tire patched but it was too badly damaged so I had to buy a new one. Meanwhile, the car decided that it really liked the idea of having the dome lights on all of the time. Two phone calls to the car experts in my life didn't come up with any answers so Joe and I just pulled the fuse.
New Year's Resolutions
Just like everyone else, I'm going to make these, work on them for the first few weeks of January and then toss them aside.
-Lose some weight. Well, I don't exercise and McDonald's is my friend. I highly doubt that I am going to make some great turnaround even with a vet school formal coming up in February. I will however try to watch what I eat, not eat fast food so often and maybe, just maybe ride that exercise bike that is Joe's coat rack. The animals are going on diets too. No more table scraps.
-Drink more water. I'm not going to cut out soda, just increase water. Expect to find me in the bathroom alot.
-Go to church. I did this one year and it really made me feel alot better. I'd love if Joe came with me. But seriously, the odds are slim that I'll even make it.
I'm pretty sure that there were a few more things too but I don't remember what they were. Drinking more water was the big one.
Just like everyone else, I'm going to make these, work on them for the first few weeks of January and then toss them aside.
-Lose some weight. Well, I don't exercise and McDonald's is my friend. I highly doubt that I am going to make some great turnaround even with a vet school formal coming up in February. I will however try to watch what I eat, not eat fast food so often and maybe, just maybe ride that exercise bike that is Joe's coat rack. The animals are going on diets too. No more table scraps.
-Drink more water. I'm not going to cut out soda, just increase water. Expect to find me in the bathroom alot.
-Go to church. I did this one year and it really made me feel alot better. I'd love if Joe came with me. But seriously, the odds are slim that I'll even make it.
I'm pretty sure that there were a few more things too but I don't remember what they were. Drinking more water was the big one.
Wrapping up the loose ends...
Joe and I were watching one of those VH1 shows-100 Greatest Kid Actors or something. When they were talking about Peter Ostrum, Charlie in the orginal Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It turns out he's a dairy vet in upstate New York. I think I smell an interesting preceptorship...
Joe and I were watching one of those VH1 shows-100 Greatest Kid Actors or something. When they were talking about Peter Ostrum, Charlie in the orginal Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It turns out he's a dairy vet in upstate New York. I think I smell an interesting preceptorship...
So my little brother, Jerry, just got engaged. He got his girlfriend, Danielle, an engagement ring for Christmas. I think its stupid. First of all, why at Christmas? Second of all, he's 22. She's 18 or 19. Third of all, they haven't even been dating two years yet.
They say that they are going to have a long engagement until after Danielle gets done with school. (She's a very nice, driven person so that's a plus. I have nothing against her. It really more the fact that my brother is an idiot.) I think long engagements (anything beyond two years unless there are certain circumstances such as war or illness) are stupid. Isn't that just dating? I mean now its dating with a couple of thousand dollars spent.
So I know that I look jealous but really its just that I think my brother is a moron. And I thought to myself (meaning me and Joe) that a long engagement means that there is still the possiblity that I could get married before Jerry. But as he's prone to doing, Joe said that he gave the engagement 18 months or so before they just decide to get married. Ugh.
They say that they are going to have a long engagement until after Danielle gets done with school. (She's a very nice, driven person so that's a plus. I have nothing against her. It really more the fact that my brother is an idiot.) I think long engagements (anything beyond two years unless there are certain circumstances such as war or illness) are stupid. Isn't that just dating? I mean now its dating with a couple of thousand dollars spent.
So I know that I look jealous but really its just that I think my brother is a moron. And I thought to myself (meaning me and Joe) that a long engagement means that there is still the possiblity that I could get married before Jerry. But as he's prone to doing, Joe said that he gave the engagement 18 months or so before they just decide to get married. Ugh.
Anyway, my relationship. Joe and I had been pretty much hanging out non-stop since before Christmas and surprisingly hadn't got on to each others nerves too bad. He went home last Thursday for the day and night to give me a break (which I think I was starting to need) and I missed him after only a few hours. Now he's gone to work and is sleeping all day and I have become a bum. Its really pretty impressive that with some driving arguments (Saturday) aside, that we haven't been fighting overall nearly as much as before. I think that we just needed some time to sort out our positions in the relationship now that we live in the same town. We've both made sacrifices-Joe left his family, friends and a decent job. I'm growing my hair out.
I have also learned that watching Iron Chef America is much more fun with Joe.
And after two years of dating, we are still revealing things about ourselves. I recently revealed a pet peeve of mine-dark misplaced hairs or hairs coming out of moles. And subsquently reached for the tweezers to rectify the hair that has been taunting me from Joe's upper arm all of this time. Joe only last Wednesday, revealed that he hates how my soap is in my shower. I just kind of leave it laying around. And a shower caddy was promptly bought.
Its that give and take that guarentees me having to hear him snore for the rest of our lives!
[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/24/11]
I have also learned that watching Iron Chef America is much more fun with Joe.
And after two years of dating, we are still revealing things about ourselves. I recently revealed a pet peeve of mine-dark misplaced hairs or hairs coming out of moles. And subsquently reached for the tweezers to rectify the hair that has been taunting me from Joe's upper arm all of this time. Joe only last Wednesday, revealed that he hates how my soap is in my shower. I just kind of leave it laying around. And a shower caddy was promptly bought.
Its that give and take that guarentees me having to hear him snore for the rest of our lives!
[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/24/11]
