The Eighth Day of Oh Eight

Let me explain where I’ve been the last week:

Excuse, excuse, blah, work, excuse, excuse, getting Patrick ready to leave for Brazil, excuse, some more work, blah.

It’s a good thing I rested up over my week-and-two-days off so that I had the energy to come up with all those excuses.

In other news, the baby has NOT STOPPED all day.  It is so wild.  Right this very second he is pummeling my left side.  It’s like, all of this <excerpt from excuse excuse blah etc.> has gotten me hepped up and he’s feeling the, er, hep.  I received my (glowing) performance review today, and the whole way through as my boss was discussing my awesomeness (thank you boss!) the baby was like POW!  BAM!  FWAP!  Can there be anything more distracting than having someone poke you incessantly from the inside??  During a lunch out with friends on New Years Day, someone asked if Jack was moving right that minute, and I said – yeah, he’s swimming around in there.  One of the friends shuddered, and his wife turned to me and said with a raised eyebrow – I want you to know that Evan just shuddered with revulsion at your miracle of life.  And I smiled but what I was thinking was, Dude, if you think it’s creepy from over there, just try being ME for a while.

Oh.  I forgot.  My Christmas/New Year’s recap, in 500 words or less.

<Deep breath.>

Long drive.  Clemson. Open stockings by the fire.  Long drive.  Nashville.  Parent’s new house.  2 dogs, 1 cat, 8 people.  Last minute wrapping.  Lots of cheese and chocolate.  Sisters galore.  Brother, too.  Meet brother’s girlfriend.  Love girlfriend.  Christmas Eve – weird church service.  Open one present each.  Sleep.  Christmas day.  A cat on the pile of wrapping.  Virge, quit eating the ribbon.  Never remove pajamas.  I make homemade cinnamon rolls.  Brother makes scrambled eggs.  Virgil hides in the brambles.  Scratched rescuers.  Muddy dog.  Mad people.  Four more nights.  Movies.  Lounging.  Tours of Nashville.  Frisbee golf around the empty developing subdivision.  Family board games.  Long drive Saturday, back to Clemson.  Irish bar birthday bash for Patrick.  Totally lazy day.  Crocheting, movies, fire, pot roast.  Girls night out – watch a terrible movie.  Boys night out – play Risk.  New Years Eve.  Short drive to NC cabin.  New Years night there is a gift from friends, and perhaps new tradition?  Jigsaw puzzle.  Children’s storybook town.  Harold’s grocery – the checkout girl (16 years old?) wore pearls.  Soft tacos dinner.  Cigars, champagne, Clemson loses the bowl game.  Kisses all ‘round at midnight.  The Big Lebowski.  Sleep too late on first day of 08.  Lunch together.  Long drive home.  Unpack.  Watch a Seinfeld.  Bed.  Wednesday, back to work.  Have bad day.  Think may perhaps lose job?  Days get better.  Job not lost.  Friend’s daughter recovering slowly.  January is getting better.

Patrick leaves for Brazil Friday.

January is about to get worse.