I am SO READY for 2013.
I think I say this every year, but I love new starts. I’m really excited about the upcoming year and our anticipated nothingness.
The scale battery was (fortunately ?) dead the other day, so I don’t really know, but I think I’ve probably gained 4 or 5 (or 6 or 7) pounds between the ability to eat since the gallbladder removal, the move and the holidays. Not a big deal – but I feel sluggish and sleepy and jiggly and ready to clean up my behavior.
So – Christmas has been over for about 10 hours, but I’m ready to move on and get this new show on the road (after one more cinnamon roll + indulgent breakfast).
We’ve had a house full of visitors since last Friday.
Over the weekend, we were able to accommodate 12 people since we have a bigger house – which was awesome – but I took just a couple (typical – dog) pictures the entire time they were here.
Stole one from my MIL’s facebook, though:
Jon’s family all left by Christmas Eve, but my mom shortly followed – so we spent Christmas day with my mom + brother + Jon’s kids, of course.
Jon woke up bright (or really – dark) and early and made cinnamon rolls.
He had made banana bread the day before, so I had that as an appetizer while we waited for the dough to rise + the rolls to bake.
He’s only willing to do this on Christmas – which is probably a very good thing.
My brother wanted to make homemade (grandmother’s recipe) chicken & dumplings for lunch, so we let him.
I think Jon enjoyed the break since he’s the sole cooking person around here.
We carried on our Chinese + movie tradition and saw The Guilt Trip (since Jon’s girls vetoed The Hobbit – our original choice – which was fine since we have a list of movies we intend to see during this week of sloth).
Dinner happened at home since we have the space to enjoy it now.
(Have I mentioned enough that I LOVE our new house?)
I made a cake since I had several requests – but it was disappointing. I perfected the frosting and got it all firm and non-drippy as it’s supposed to be, but it turns out we love it all drippy and soaked into the cake.
So now I know to keep screwing it up.
Junk-fest, no doubt, but a wonderful day.
The house! Built in 1920. I think we’re the 3rd owners.
There’s a set of pictures here, but here are my favorite parts (so far, anyway – we’ve only been here a month – my opinion might change as I figure out how I want things arranged/decorated):
Dining room + kitchen
Upstairs – Henry has his own tiny room. The small door leads to a small room that has a platform for a full bed, but also accommodates a twin bed (on the floor) positioned by a window.
We can’t stand up and walk around in there, but it’s perfect for the dog (since he loves the window) + small kids.
I joke that I’ll die in this house, but seriously: I hope this is it for us. We are incredibly lucky.
I can officially claim that I’m a calendar girl.
(I don’t really interview clients with bars between us. And I’m much friendlier looking – I hope. This is totally staged.)
Really lucked out when a spot opened up last summer and was immediately offered to me. I’m very glad to be back.
Life has definitely taken a swing for the better lately. If I were to think about things in befores/afters (i.e., before cancer, after cancer), then I’d say our after has been pretty damn great so far.
Ready for a year to enjoy it all.