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la_belle_laideChris and Tim's son is coming home next week! He is flying in on Wednesday. My god(dess) son! They got the travel call today while I was at work. The adoption coordinator thought it was funny to play with Chrissie for a few minutes first, with, "Oh, we got your last set of papers in the mail. Oh, yes he got his visa, everything is in order, blah blah blah." She let her think for a moment that she only called for those reasons. Then she told her, "Oh, and there is one other small matter." And Chrissie started crying and said, "My son is coming home?"
OH MY GOD.
I walked around yelling it to everyone at work today, thrilled. I sent a message to my friends at BlogBelieve. I wrote an email to Goodlooking Boy.
Then I got Trisky's ashes back. Rollercoaster much? I can't even open the bag, honestly. I just put it with her collar on the little animal shrine thing and I can't look at it yet. I will eventually, just not yet. I can't even really look at pictures of her yet, so it's going to take me a while before I can do something really nice there.
Yes, it is all a bit much for one month.
So here is this week: Tomorrow, work all day. Saturday, grocery shopping (I have NOTHING in the house, not atoms or quarks or anything, it is a vacuum,) and then wrapping gifts, and then the office holiday party that night. Sunday, oh my god, I'm amazed if I even see the inside of my house Sunday. Movies with Goodlooking Boy (WAY THE HELL OUT WEST! LIKE OVER AN HOUR AWAY,) then maybe dinner, then off to Easthampton for SB's band's gig. Monday's xmas eve, innit? Xmas, when UD, Bets and Jo-chan will be over all day (but SB will be with his Mom, which SUCKS.) Hopefully Jo-chan gets to stay over, because the next day we all go to pick up Gavin from JFK.
Seriously, this month. Seriously.
Oh, so my work schedule and my entire job is changing, and this is for the better. Guess what else? I'm going back to working in the lab! Can't even tell you how thrilled that makes me; I've been only semi-lab assistant and only the little piddly things for way too long. It got usurped from me years ago, and probably not even on purpose. But I am going back to it and that makes me so happy.
Today I had the pleasure to work with the new gal, the adorable Scooter, and we spent about fifteen minutes just chilling and talking about bands. We like all of the same bands and have even been to a lot of the same concerts. Imagine?
Every holiday season at work we get tons of food. Not like real food, but cookies, cake, candy, sweets, breads, baskets, that kind of thing. We always get a lot of it, but this year you walk into the dining room and you become diabetic on sight. Observe:
THAT'S A LOT OF SUGAR! THAT'LL BE FOUR BUCKS, BABY. YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT?
Umm, I ate everything in sight.
Also, we have a two legged dog. No, really, he is missing his two front legs and he kind of rolls around, kind of hops when he needs to get to his food or water. Happiest little bugger, honestly. Just, well, weird. Observe:
Umm, yeah.
So that's what's up.
OH MY GOD.
I walked around yelling it to everyone at work today, thrilled. I sent a message to my friends at BlogBelieve. I wrote an email to Goodlooking Boy.
Then I got Trisky's ashes back. Rollercoaster much? I can't even open the bag, honestly. I just put it with her collar on the little animal shrine thing and I can't look at it yet. I will eventually, just not yet. I can't even really look at pictures of her yet, so it's going to take me a while before I can do something really nice there.
Yes, it is all a bit much for one month.
So here is this week: Tomorrow, work all day. Saturday, grocery shopping (I have NOTHING in the house, not atoms or quarks or anything, it is a vacuum,) and then wrapping gifts, and then the office holiday party that night. Sunday, oh my god, I'm amazed if I even see the inside of my house Sunday. Movies with Goodlooking Boy (WAY THE HELL OUT WEST! LIKE OVER AN HOUR AWAY,) then maybe dinner, then off to Easthampton for SB's band's gig. Monday's xmas eve, innit? Xmas, when UD, Bets and Jo-chan will be over all day (but SB will be with his Mom, which SUCKS.) Hopefully Jo-chan gets to stay over, because the next day we all go to pick up Gavin from JFK.
Seriously, this month. Seriously.
Oh, so my work schedule and my entire job is changing, and this is for the better. Guess what else? I'm going back to working in the lab! Can't even tell you how thrilled that makes me; I've been only semi-lab assistant and only the little piddly things for way too long. It got usurped from me years ago, and probably not even on purpose. But I am going back to it and that makes me so happy.
Today I had the pleasure to work with the new gal, the adorable Scooter, and we spent about fifteen minutes just chilling and talking about bands. We like all of the same bands and have even been to a lot of the same concerts. Imagine?
Every holiday season at work we get tons of food. Not like real food, but cookies, cake, candy, sweets, breads, baskets, that kind of thing. We always get a lot of it, but this year you walk into the dining room and you become diabetic on sight. Observe:
THAT'S A LOT OF SUGAR! THAT'LL BE FOUR BUCKS, BABY. YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT?
Umm, I ate everything in sight.
Also, we have a two legged dog. No, really, he is missing his two front legs and he kind of rolls around, kind of hops when he needs to get to his food or water. Happiest little bugger, honestly. Just, well, weird. Observe:
Umm, yeah.
So that's what's up.
