Randomania… Welcome to ‘08

Well.  Thanks to the craziness of the holidays, some freelance writing assignments, and being just plain lazy, I need to dust off this here blog, don’t I?

Other than some cute new pictures of the munchkin (when did I become one of those annoying mommy bloggers, huh?  Probably about when that second line showed up on the pee stick, I suppose ) I don’t really have much to offer.  And I am feeling lazy, so I haven’t uploaded the photos to post yet.  You’re probably wondering right about now why you are even here reading this silly excuse for a post.  Ah, well.  Can’t help you there.

We had a lovely holiday.  Jason was off work for 11 glorious days and we had a nice mix of visits with family/friends, and quiet days where we didn’t even leave the house.  We spent lots of time playing Guitar Hero on Xbox 360.  Love it.  Suck at it.  But it’s fun.

We made a very poor choice, however, to cap off our holiday vacation.  Jason had the bright idea to go snowboarding.  Now, we’ve been snowboarding before, about 5 years ago, and as I recall, we weren’t horrible.  We fell a lot but we had fun.  This time?  Not so much.  Lets just say that we left feeling…. old!  It was so much harder this time, and every fall hurt a lot more!  I slammed my ass so hard on the ground that I am still feeling it 5 days later. 

My sister and her boyfriend also accompanied us on this ill-fated outing.  Kasey had never been snowboarding or skiing… she tried skiing and promptly decided that it was not for her.  Even after taking a class, she wasn’t feeling confident.  Her ass may be even more sore than mine. We sisters… we ain’t the athletic type.  What can I say?  We’d rather hole up in the ski lodge with some hot chocolate and a good book than freeze our butts off outside.

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Resolutions for 2008:

I’ve sort of given up on resolutions, because every damn year I say I want to get in better shape and it never quite works out.  Bah.  See the above explanation about my lack of interest in all things remotely athletic to understand why.

This year, though, I really do want to commit myself to some gym time, at least for the next few months.  We’re going on a cruise in March and I feel like I could be used as a flotation device should something go all Titanic on us.  The mere thought of a bathing suit is pissing me off.  How much do you reckon I could lose in about 10 weeks?  Might I aim for 10 pounds?  Then I’d be in spitting distance of my pre-pregnancy weight.  But damn, I love food.  I need to stop pigging out, and get my butt on the treadmill.  Once it stops aching, of course (see snowboarding, above).

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The boy is keeping me on my toes… lots of crawling and standing up around here.  I can look away for a few seconds and when I turn back, he’s moved across the room or is standing, clinging to a rickety piece of furniture.  Today he pulled a stool down on top of him; no harm done, though. Mother of the year, I am.

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It’s late and I need to get to bed.  Aiden’s still not sleeping well and I’m sure he’ll be screaming for my boob and my attention within an hour.  Thank goodness he’s so damn cute.  Hell, I’m not in the mood for anyone to be sucking on the girls at this hour.  Not even my husband.  Speaking of resolutions… anyone resolving to have more sex in ‘08?  We need to get on that… :)  2007 was not a great year in that department.

Okay, re-reading that last paragraph and I really need to get to bed before I make any more embarrassing or TMI statements!