Did someone switch the date?

Christmas comes one time a year, the same day, every single year. It's constant, it's consistent, it's Christmas. Millions of people have come to terms with this and many even prepare by shopping months in advance. Although Jason and I decided to not exchange gifts with each other this year, we agreed to just do small gifts for our stockings. Afterall, this year and the following years are reserved for Marley and her possible future sibling(s). At this point in my life, there's not much I "need" let alone "want".

Which brings me to my next point....Jason has known about Christmas day for months, years, his entire life. My mom was kind enough to watch Marley Monday while he did some last minute shopping. And by last minute, I mean he started. I get a phone call, hearing his extremely annoyed and aggrevated voice, and I immediately want to laugh. I can hear Christmas music in the distant background with angry people in the near background.

"They dont' have any of the movies you asked for!!" he screams panicked.
"So don't get any..." it's simple, right? They're out of something, so don't get it? I thought so, too.
"What am I supposed to get you!?" more panicking.
"I don't know, a gift card?"
"I can't just get you ONE thing for your stocking! What else can I get you??" huffing....
"Jason, you're asking me 4 days before Christmas what I want and you're getting mad because the store is out of things?"
"I'm going to hang up before I say anything else"...ah, you are wise Sensei.

At least last minute shopping year after year has finally taught him one thing....to insert foot in mouth when appropriate.

Not so haute...

Dear Scale,

I'm not quite where we initially went wrong, but I'd like to get on your good side again. I tend to think it all began after college when I started dating Jason. I quickly latched on to his ability to eat absolute crap and not gain an ounce thinking it could do the same for me. Oh contrare m'frare - not only do I have THE worst metabolism, but the most canny ability to "go with the flow". My diluted way of rationalizing has gotten out of hand. Where toned muscle used to be, odd shaped lumps and bumps have taken over shouting, "firm me, FIRM ME!". I shake my head in disgust as I run past the mirror as fast I can as body parts once deemed "unjiggleable" now flap in the wind.

I know what you're thinking and no, I'm not ready to throw you out the window. I am willing to cooperate with you, a mutual partnership, if you can please learn to readjust yourself. I think you do it purpose. Although I only gained 20 pounds during pregnancy, I was willing to let it slide when you continually jumped each week chalking it up to baby weight. I even loved you after the baby, when you went down and down and down. And then it happened. My appetite came back....

I just hope we can learn to be friends. I joined a new gym and I think you'll be pleased with the results once I start going. I am thrilled to jump back on the wagon - I hope you'll join me. We'll deal with our "man in the mirror" issues later, but first, let me welcome you back to my life.

Sincerely yours,
Lard Ass

Hello world

Well considering no one even reads this blog, I'm not in a major rush to update, hence why it's been several months. We're gearing up for the first Christmas at the house - it feels nice to have a proper tree up again. Last year, we were in the apartment squished between baby toys and a mini tree. WE had all of our Christmas stuff in storage so it was nice to put it all out. I was extremely excited to get mantle stocking holders since we have a real wood burning fireplace. I love it. Work is wrapping up and slowing down - looking forward to a quiet winter.
Just some random pictures from over the past few months....