January 19, 2009

The Job

All in all, working doesn't stink as much as it once did. The psycho secretary is gone. I took her spot and her pay raise and am smiling a lot more for it. The work is difficult, but I've always liked a challenge. The bosses (aka Mom and Dad) say I'm picking up the job really well, and that makes me smile even more. No one wants to work for their parents and prove how incompetent they are.

I love that I see my Daddy every day. He loves it too. I can tell.

Mom has been incredibly patient with me, teaching me everything about a job that most people have to go to school to learn. How many people can say that?

What I love most is that with this extra money we can pay off our debts in a few months as opposed to a few years. That right there is yet another proof that God exists.

The one GIANT drawback: I miss my baby girl. On the days that I can bring her with, I do, if only for a little while before Grandma takes her home. Papa would have me bring her every day if the work wouldn't suffer. Leave it to little girls to steal their Papa's hearts.

January 09, 2009

Pooka and the Wendy's Drive-thru

Man taking my order: Hi, order when you're ready.

Pooka (talking rather loudly from the back seat): Um, hi sir. Can I have french fries please?

Man at first window: It will be $x.

Pooka: Please, sir, can I have my french fries now?

Lady who gave us our food: Thanks. Have a nice day.

Pooka: Um, ma'am, thank you for giving Mommy my french fries!

***DISCLAIMER: I SWEAR we haven't been through a drive-thru in about a month!

January 03, 2009

My Pooka

Its 10:36 pm. Pooka is STILL awake.

Doing what, you ask?

She's in bed singing Jingle Bells and Frosty the Snowman.

Is anyone really surprised?

January 01, 2009

Our New Years Party


We had a crazy New Years party. It was one of the best we've had in years.

It started around 10 pm. We didn't have any sparkling cider, or watch any fireworks. We didn't see the ball drop, or sing Auld Lang Syne.

We snuggled up with our pillows, our blankies
and our babies.


And we did this. ALL NIGHT!


I love being an old married fogey. Its the best.