I'm Back!

Ahhh, it feels so good to be able to blog again... my computer done broke last week, and the dude at Geeks A Knockin' couldn't get out here until today to fix it. It's all good now. ($120 later...man, I'm in the wrong business)
We survived Christmas, and Coralie's 3rd birthday. Three days of presents. We have so much stuff that we haven't even brought all of it in the house from the garage yet. Hubby was up late Christmas eve stuffing old toys into storage bins to make some room for the inevitable toy barrage from Christmas & birthday. All weekend, no one got their naps, everyone was up late, Coralie suffered major sensory overload. I come from a very small family where Christmas was always a fairly small to-do, so hubby's large extended family gatherings are waaay too much for me, and he can't take a hint so we always end up staying too long. At Coralie's birthday party on Monday, I must have looked really frazzled because people kept coming up and patting me on the back and giving me sympathetic looks. I was so disorganized, I forgot candles for her cake. She was so not interested in anything except eating the frosting off of her cake and getting back to the ball pit. We like to have the party at a pizza place with an indoor playground-- no cleanup for me, holds all the family members, exercise for my kid. I am just glad that it's done. Next year, I am NOT doing this again. It's going to be kids only, and everyone else can just see us on Christmas.
Friday is my last day as a working woman (well, for the paying job, anyhow). Domestication is calling me, and I am ready to get back to it.

And now, and episode from Days of Our Domestic Dispute...

We live on a nice quiet cul-de-sac, but every street has at least one bum... ours is across the street from us. The house is owned by a lady who's probably in her mid 50's, and her 30-something son lives with her. We call her the old lady, and him we've dubbed Hair Head (nappy white man dreads--- gross!). Hair Head is always in trouble with the law. Today, Hair Head was having a rather vocal argument with a rather rotund gal who is either his sister or girlfriend, not sure which. She has a daughter who's about my daughter's age, who the old lady sometimes babysits. There was a little shoving going on and a competition of who can cram the most variations of 'fuck' into a sentence, so the old lady took the little girl and left. I was just about to call the cops, but then the other two left too. So now all is quiet.
Sometime I'll have to post about how the cops shot the old lady's dog.