What good is a new year without some cute baby footage? This one involves my mom and the Spawnling, engaged in chatter only the two of them seem to appreciate. The Madre and Intrepidare the sole people who can get Spawnling this excited. What do a ten-year-old and a fifty-year-old have in common? You can decide. Here's the clip (with some ridiculous editing throughout by me, who just discovered the joys of editing videos and now everyone on the internet gets to suffer for it):
So happy new year! I hope 2006 was most excellent.
Yesterday, on the last day of 2006, I had a conversation with Jobthingy that went something like this:
Me: So, I did something that I should have done a long time ago.
Jobthingy: Oh yeah? What's that?
Me: I wrote an apology letter to X. Although I sent it to her Hotmail address from, like, three years ago, and I don't even know if it's current, so I don't know if she's going to get it or not. I hope so, but you know, I sent it, and that's what counts.
Jobthingy: That was unexpected. What prompted you to do that?
Me: Well, I thought it was time to make amends for some of the things I did wrong, and...
Jobthingy: Oh. So you workin' the steps?
Me: *blink*... Um... Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.
Jobthingy: Ah, ok. I figured you were because of the whole 'making amends' thing and stuff.
Me: ... Will you be my sponsor?
What's up with that? Jobthingy scares the hell out of me. See, I'm forever calling her trashy and picking on her left, right and center (she loves it. She knows she loves it, too.). She can swear up a storm to the point where even I get embarrassed - no small feat. And then she goes and says something like that.
Now, it's not that I never get asked whether or not I'm 'working the steps', but it usually comes out of the mouths of people in recovery. 12 step people. Alcoholics and addicts like yours truly. Jobthingy isn't in recovery. I give her about 3 years and she'll need to be, mind you (due to increased drinking brought on by the stress of maintaining a friendship with me).
I guess Jobthingy just knows everything about everything.
Well, actually I know everything about everything and she just gets some of it from me through osmosis. Yeah. That must be it. I'm the boss of Jobthingy.
The eerily bright one is on to something, however. Lately I've been trying to be a better person and leave a positive mark on the world wherever I can. I've done a few things that have made this a reality so far:
I have some big plans for 2007, too:
So happy new year! I hope 2006 was most excellent.
Yesterday, on the last day of 2006, I had a conversation with Jobthingy that went something like this:
Me: So, I did something that I should have done a long time ago.
Jobthingy: Oh yeah? What's that?
Me: I wrote an apology letter to X. Although I sent it to her Hotmail address from, like, three years ago, and I don't even know if it's current, so I don't know if she's going to get it or not. I hope so, but you know, I sent it, and that's what counts.
Jobthingy: That was unexpected. What prompted you to do that?
Me: Well, I thought it was time to make amends for some of the things I did wrong, and...
Jobthingy: Oh. So you workin' the steps?
Me: *blink*... Um... Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.
Jobthingy: Ah, ok. I figured you were because of the whole 'making amends' thing and stuff.
Me: ... Will you be my sponsor?
What's up with that? Jobthingy scares the hell out of me. See, I'm forever calling her trashy and picking on her left, right and center (she loves it. She knows she loves it, too.). She can swear up a storm to the point where even I get embarrassed - no small feat. And then she goes and says something like that.
Now, it's not that I never get asked whether or not I'm 'working the steps', but it usually comes out of the mouths of people in recovery. 12 step people. Alcoholics and addicts like yours truly. Jobthingy isn't in recovery. I give her about 3 years and she'll need to be, mind you (due to increased drinking brought on by the stress of maintaining a friendship with me).
I guess Jobthingy just knows everything about everything.
Well, actually I know everything about everything and she just gets some of it from me through osmosis. Yeah. That must be it. I'm the boss of Jobthingy.
The eerily bright one is on to something, however. Lately I've been trying to be a better person and leave a positive mark on the world wherever I can. I've done a few things that have made this a reality so far:
- I've had really cute children for people to look at and think 'what cute children!'
- My coffee habit keeps at least two part-time staff employed at my local Tim Hortons.
- My blog keeps people amused. Even people who don't like me can be amused by it because they can laugh at my stupidities that I so proudly put on display.
- I make some other people look skinny which makes them feel better about themselves.
- The people who buy stock in hair de-frizzing products are out yacht shopping because of me.
- I just made up a song called 'Inchworm! It's the Inchworm! He has his own theme song, for Spawnling! It's Inchworm!' as I wiggled the toy in his face to keep him from crying, which shows the level of creativity I am capable of spreading to the masses.
I have some big plans for 2007, too:
- I'm going to learn to own up to my (extremely rare) mistakes and not be so stubborn when it comes to saying 'I'm sorry.'
- I'm going to take the time to keep in touch with my good friends. I tend to let relationships slide a little when life gets busy. Note to self: Saying 'You can just read my blog' is not an adequate substitute for actual conversation.
- I'm going to be nicer to Geekster during stressful situations.. Sometimes I... this is going to come as a shock... get moody when things don;t go according to my master plan. And he can't read my mind even though I swore he promised me he could in our vows, so I'm going to have to say things in a nicer way sometimes, even with one child attached to my boob, one attached to my leg and the other one screaming at the one attached to my leg.
- I'm going to make Jobthingy my AA sponsor because she's all about workin' the steps.
- I'm going to have to buy her a business-class ticket to Alcoholism first, though. Definitely do-able. I'll just spend more time with her.