Wednesday, December 29, 2010

130 Ain't Bad...

My goal for the year was to read 100 books, and blog 365 times. Overzealous wretch that I am, 52 books and 130 posts isn't too bad, I guess. This will officially be the last time I write this year. The next few days hold much travel and coordination of events, so I'm going to be realistic rather than overzealous. See? I have improved a bit this year.

We're meeting The Ex-Wife tomorrow to hand off the boys so she can have them for New Year's. Aria has opted to stay with us. She has a very difficult time sleeping anywhere but her own bed, which I totally understand. I was that way when I was younger, too. I've gotta say, it's surprising how much she takes after me if you consider the utter lack of DNA we share. I'm happy for that. Not the lack of DNA, mind you, I'd give anything to wave a magic wand and make her my biological daughter as well as my heart's daughter. I'm happy that we get along so well and enjoy each other's company. Before she came to live with us, I was filled with anxiety that, if the day ever came, she would not like to live with me. I'm overjoyed to find that, not only does she like it here, she doesn't want to be anywhere else.

Tomorrow is also cleaning and grocery day. I clean one house in Goshen, shop at two different grocery stores, and come home to clean our own home. Then it's an hour and a half to Fort Wayne to relay children and an hour and a half back. I think Aria's coming with just so she can see her mom, if her mom actually comes. It might be her step-dad, in which case I'm not sure if she'll want to make a three hour round-trip to see him. But she might do it anyhow, just to hang out at the Fort Wayne mall with us. We're fun peeps.

I've found that our little dog enjoys wearing clothes. I bought him a little Santa Paws shirt for $1.25 at Target the day after Christmas, and he burrows his head right into it when I try to put it on him. They say that little dogs enjoy the warmth and the feeling of having something close around their bodies, which is why he burrows to begin with. It is comforting to them, apparently. I wonder if I bought him one of those Snuggies for Dogs, if he would worship me like he worships his daddy. I doubt it. He still looks upon me as 'the woman who sleeps next to Daddy'.

My dog (the awesome, fluffy husky) had a major concern today. Our smoke alarm battery was running low, so it randomly beeped for quite awhile. She sidled up to us, staring at the offending noisemaker, which began to spout a computerized woman's voice repeating "Fire!" several times. I've never seen her quite as upset. I think she really thought there was a fire, and was expressing her concern that the rest of us were not panicking like she was. She kept glancing back and forth at everyone in the family, like we should follow her to safety but she was confused because she couldn't smell any smoke.

Or maybe I'm overinflating my dog's sense of interest in our lives, and she just didn't like the loud beepy noise.

I found several new family members on Facebook today -- a few cousins, and a couple of aunts and uncles. Basically all the cousins on my dad's side of the family. It'll be nice to keep in touch with them!

Next time you hear from me, it will be with renewed energy, a fresh start once again, and a more positive outlook. I want to thank you all for remaining with me all year long, reading and commenting, brainstorming and praying, caring and sharing. I am grateful for each and every one of you, and I will do my best to continue this endeavor with brand new vigor in 2011.

Happy New Year to all!


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