Christmas and stuff

Well, it's been awhile since I've posted. I've been busy, tired and busy being tired.

Tuesday night I looked at the tlc catalog that I picked up at the hospital on Monday. BDHA and I picked out a wig and I ordered it. It should be here by the middle of next week. Let's hope we did a good job on the first try. He helped me measure my head and with my hair the circumference was 1 inch LARGER than their large. Hopefully, without hair, it will fit perfectly. That's why I have such difficulties finding hats that fit and don't end up popping off my head.

I went in to work on Wednesday and didn't feel well at the beginning of the day but perked up around mid-afternoon. Christmas day went extremely well. BDHA made an awesome Christmas dinner (as he does every year). We had standing rib roast, yorkshire pudding, mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. For dessert he made a blackberry pie from scratch (blackberries at Costco were $3.99!) and I made the triple pumpkin spice pie we had at Thanksgiving.

For Christmas, MFD gave me my favorite movie "Shirley Valentine" on DVD. I had been waiting for it to come out. It's an old movie and if you ever get a chance to watch it, I recommend it. However, it is a chick flick.

MFS took all of our old home movies (on beta, yes we still use beta) and transferred them to DVDs. We watched a few from MFD's first and second Christmas and MFS's first time in the jacuzzi at 5 months old.

BDHA gave me a hat that fits AND matches my winter coat! He did a good job. He also bought me a Citizen's Eco-drive watch with mother of pearl and tiny set diamonds. As Sally Fields once said "You like me, you really like me". Did you know that you cannot buy a woman's analog watch (one with hands) with an alarm? I have been searching for one for years. You can buy digital, but not analog. I did do a google search once and there were some out there that were over $1000. There are two possible reasons why this is so:

1. Women aren't important enough to have to be somewhere at a particular time.
2. We're so awesome we don't need some stinkin' watch to remind us.

I go with #2. It's a beautiful watch.

Oh! He also bought me the Radko Christmas plates (family members apparently made him feel guilty). He could only find the salad plates and bowls, a gravy boat and one big bowl. I did go to Tarjet last night and found they had the dinner plates in the stockroom. We both got them on sale so it wasn't so bad.

I bought BDHA something he had been talking about wanting to do for years. Uncle Joe's Scuba opened up in our town a little over a year ago and I bought him enough lessons to get him certified. He kept looking at the one's the YMCA offered but he could never fit it in with his flight schedule. He's already talking about places he'd like to dive once finished. I wanted this to be something that *I* gave him since he's been so supportive and helpful. I couldn't get through this without him. Now for the mushy part. We started dating when I was 15 and he was 17. The first time he kissed me, I said to myself "This is the man I'm going to marry". He never had a chance after that. We've been married 30 years and dated for 7 before that. He tells people "I've been married my entire life" (imagine whine mode). He *IS* the Best Damned Husband Alive. We've had our problems and I am thankful he stuck it through cause it's pretty damned good right now, considering.

I've been getting a little more tired each day but I'm still functioning. Today, Saturday, I went in to work for a few hours, but not as long as I had hoped. I came home, ate lunch and then slept from 2:30 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. Since the temp outside was around 70 degrees, I wanted to take Mr. Whacko out to one of the fields and let him run around. I never made it. Sorry Mr. Whacko. He's being very patient right now waiting for his dinner while I post. I normally feed him when I get home from work which is around 6:30 p.m. It's now 6:31 p.m. and he's sleeping. I should go feed him though they say "let sleeping dogs lie".

I hope you all had a happy Christmas.