Saturday, February 25, 2012

Kind of a Long Day

Sitting alone on the couch, watching "Pretty in Pink," my eyes are starting to slam shut.

It's been kind of a long day.  Good, but long.

And it occurs to me that I haven't heard a peep from The Princess in quite some time.



The poor kid just couldn't even bring herself to get into bed.  She fell asleep in a pile of Pillow Pets, and it actually took me a minute to locate her when I went in her room to see how she was doing.

I'm happy to report that The Princess has been relocated to her pink hippo tent, along with her Pillow Pet brigade and blankies.  They are all resting comfortably, and I don't think I'm far behind them.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Rambling

Wow.  It's been a while, I know.  Grab yourself a cup of tea - don't worry about me; I've already got one - and let's sit down and chat.

How've you been?  Sorry for being MIA for so long.  A lot has happened around here, and I'm not really sure where to even begin. 

(Buckle your seat belts, folks...here comes a rambling post in which I'll try to catch y'all up on everything at once, and we all know how well that usually works out!)

The Grumps went a little nutso for Christmas and spent too much money on The Princess.  Big surprise, I know.  This year, her present from them involved a trip to the Stride Rite store for new shoes.  Her previous pair of Stride Rites had lasted what seemed like forever, and the Velcro was wearing out, so we had to bite the bullet and get a new pair.  Which she wore a hole in - I'm talking through the rubber and the underlying leather - in just under two months.  Yep.  That's my girl!  This resulted in a funny letter home from The Fabulous Mrs. G., followed by an evening trip to WalMart for a new pair of $10 Garanimals sneakers.  If she's causing blowouts in her shoes that quickly, I'd rather chew on shards of broken glass than continue to pay Stride Rite's prices.

Grumpa.  Oy.  Grumpa.  For those of you who come here to read all about The Princess and nothing but The Princess, you may not be aware of the fact that my pop had a pretty major heart attack eight years ago, at the ripe-old age of forty-seven.  On February 2, he went in for an angiogram and ended up being admitted to the hospital where I work.  On February 3, he had triple bypass surgery.  He was in the hospital for a grand total of nine days before being released into Gumma's care at home.  This past Thursday, he had his first follow-up doctor visit, and everything looks good.

This past week, I got a promotion at work...yippee!  I'm still lovin' the concierge gig, and I sincerely hope it lasts a good, long time.

On January 22, my beautiful, sweet, hilarious sister-in-law (affectionately referred to as Jello in our little yellow house) gave birth to an amazing little girl.  JAKE (Jello's whole family...their acronym is way better than ours - if you put all our initials together, the best you come up with is SCABS) came in to visit from Ohio this weekend, and The Hubbs and I were really, really looking forward to meeting little E and hanging out with our beloved K-Bear.  Unfortunately, The Princess is a bit under the weather, so we were unable to see them after all.  On the bright side, it sounds like they will be back in about a month for E's baptism and Jello's and my combined birthday party.  If anyone is sick that weekend, we're throwing them in a bubble and calling it a day.

On January 31, my ex-work-hubby and his beautiful wife welcomed their first child, a beautiful baby boy.  This is the dude who kept me sane at the end of my tenure at my previous job, when things got hairy.  We don't see each other much (in fact, the last time we all got together in real life was in June of last year), but these people are family.  R, D, and Junior, The Hubbo Family couldn't be more excited for you.

And now, the subject you've all been waiting for...I just know it: The Princess.  Our girl is still the most amazing little person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.  Not an hour goes by that doesn't involve her doing something that astonishes me.  Case in point: the hour-long snuggle earlier today.  My little introvert is coming out of her shell.  Sure, she still spends an inordinate amount of time in her room, but she now makes a point of coming out into the living room every so often, initiating eye contact with either me or The Hubbs, and climbing into one of our laps. 

There are so many other things I want to tell you about our girl, about the progress she is making and about the ways she warms my heart, but my teacup is woefully empty.  And this can only mean one thing: time for bed.

Before we part ways, dear friends, I promise you I'll start trying to post more regularly.  Please note the operative word in that promise: try.

In the mean time, say hello to your families for me...and don't forget to turn off your computers and cell phones every once in a while to spend some precious time together.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Skål

In my life, I've had lots of friends.  I was never "popular," but I have always tended to be one of those weird floater people, getting along with pretty much everyone and having friends in each of the different groups.  Out of the hundreds of people I'd call friends over my lifetime, I can count the true lifelong friendships on one hand.

There's a lot to be said for casual friendships, but it's this elite group of one-handers who enhance my life.  I can't even begin to stress enough the importance of having people close to me who understand and accept The Princess for who and what she is...no questions asked.  

One of these one-handers happens to be The Hubbs' best friend, fondly referred to as Uncle D in our house.

This man is extraordinary in so many ways.  Born in Denmark, he has traveled the world and has more entertaining anecdotes than anyone else I've ever met.  When he was eight years old, Fate dropped him in the States (Thank you, Fate!), where he's resided ever since.

With all of the amazing things D has done in business, travel, music, film and countless other ventures, I am most taken with the fact that he has been a brother to The Hubbs for 20+ years.  The boys don't see each other nearly as much since The Hubbs moved up to our little yellow house, but when they get together, it's as though no time has passed.

D, I want you to know that we all love you and consider you part of our family.  Happy, happy 40th birthday, my friend.  

Skål.