OK, I Feel Better Now

Amazing what rum… er… xanax… um… a good cry… I mean professional help… ah… a fresh outlook… yes, that’s it… what a fresh outlook can do for a person.

Seriously, I do feel better and I’m looking forward to spending the last few days of my vacation with my guys.

The last week hasn’t been all down-in-the-dumps. Here are a few highlights and some things I’ve learned:

• My guys each received LED headlamps in their stockings. S will probably use his for practical uses like working on the truck. The boys (collectively known as the doofi) will probably use their headlamps for nocturnal Nerf dart gun assaults.
  
  
• I received my very first gift ever in a little blue box. You know, the little blue box that EVERY girl loves. Sweetie, if you’re reading this, you can give me something from the little blue box store any time!
  
  
• I also received not the Cadillac but the Bentley of slow-cookers. As I unwrapped my Kitchen-Aid slow-cooker, I instantly received requests for pulled pork sandwiches for New Year’s Eve. Pulled pork along with pecan pie should make for a real Southern evening. Y’all come!
  
  
• Our Canadian neighbors have returned for the season and this year they brought a dog. So far it’s not going so well.

• I forgot to buy batteries for G-Man’s RC helicopter. So the day after Christmas we were at Target buying rechargeable batteries and dish soap while everyone else was stockpiling wrapping paper and gift tags. (I ran out of dish soap on Christmas Eve. It must have been on the same shopping list as the batteries.)
  
  
• While sitting at a stoplight, G-Man and I reached an agreement. I agreed to be more patient in the future and he promised to try to listen better.
  
  
• Somehow the den has devolved into a “man cave” and I didn’t even realize that it was happening. More on that later… it’s worthy of its own blog post.
  
  
• When I was in bed for two days with a low-grade fever and a sinus infection Molly stuck to me like rubber cement. When I wanted to crawl in bed and mope Molly woofed at me and tried to pull me out of bed. Ever been pulled out of bed by a Great Dane?
  
  
• I discovered that having a discussion with G-Man about school work is like listening to someone talk their way out of a traffic ticket.
  
  
• Jeri Ryan plays Seven of Nine on Star Trek: Voyager. Her character’s bodysuit is… remarkable. After a four-night marathon of watching Star Trek, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Seven’s breasts. I don’t even want to know what my teenage sons were thinking.
  
  
• I met my father’s cousin from Slidell, Louisiana. She’s a sweet lady. However, it was reaffirmation that I’m thankful that I no longer live in THAT state. Two years was long enough.
  
  
• I also learned that expecting my sister to act responsible is like ordering a filet mignon at McDonald’s and expecting to get one.

Tonight the guys and I are going out for sushi and Sherlock Holmes. Most women my age seem to have a thing for Robert Downey Jr. Nope, not me. I'm going to see Jude Law.