Suckered again...

Ah, yes. Coming into my favorite time of year (and yes, I am being sarcastic - this is the most trying time of the year). Once again, there's the whole fight over who's parents we will spend T-giving with and who's P's we will spend Christmas with. Keep in mind that both sets of parents live within a four-mile radius of our house. This really shouldn't be this hard, should it?

But now that we have Aimee it's even harder.

Usually my family has a BIG shin dig up in Denver at my uncle's house. However, this year they decided to go to my aunt's family instead of having the party (smart woman). So I am having Thanksgiving at our house. Now, I don't mind the cooking, cleaning - none of that bothers me at all. What bugs me is that I am getting the whole "Who are we inviting" thing and when I said "Everybody, of course" I get whiplash back from that.

My hubby's mother doesn't want to do dinner with us, she wants it at her house so that the dog can come in the house (I refuse to let my brother in law's dog inside our home - it's bigger than my daughter and dogs just should not be allowed inside in my book - period) so the fighting has already begun. Why can't things just be easy?

Why does this have to happen on every holiday, every birthday, every anniversary? I have to say I am really beginning to hate the holidays.

Bring on New Year's - I will need a good, stiff drink (or ten or twelve) by then.

All is quiet on the home front...

I have really wanted to write more often, but I have a huge problem - my life just isn't very exciting. I read the blogs of all my friends, and they always seem to be doing something cool - hiking, getting a new job (Go Brad), becoming a paralegal (YAY Ms. K!) or generally just doing something interesting. I am really not all that interesting.

Just. Not. Interesting.

Aimee had fun on Halloween (see the picture of my little fairy girl). I love watching things through her eyes. That's been about the most exciting thing that's happened to me after the Rockies blew everything in the World Series. That was embarrassing. Eight days off did them no good at all.

So, with that, I will sign off for now and go back to my oh-so-boring life.