Laden with Thoughts

Yeah. Let’s just bypass the whole subject.

Let’s talk about happy things! Like life! And my children! Yay! Happy thoughts!

(As long as you know that I’m actually dying inside. Freakin’ sports.)

So, life. I started a new job last week after being laid off from my previous position at a local bank. The whole situation depressed me at first, because the bank was my favorite place to work and I had worked there for over four years until the company was bought out and new management decided I wasn’t worth keeping. Luckily, I had a brilliant boss who kept me informed and saw the writing on the wall, giving me enough warning to allow me to send out my resume and get an interview at a medical facility even before I was laid off. I got the job and started on Monday. And the best part… I got a call last week from the head of Human Resources at the bank, asking me if I would be interested in interviewing for an administrative assistant position. I was able to call back and inform HR that I had already accepted a job offer from a different company. Such a sweet moment for me. Mwahahaha. So far, so good… the new job is keeping me busy (which I like) and giving me great benefits (which I adore). The only downfall: less time with Liam and Maeve.

Maeve started crawling last week, by the way. She is so strong. I am such a proud Momma.

Also. Liam counts all the time. He’s 2 years old, and he walks around saying “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6!” Math genius!

(It’s possible I’m overreacting. But I think, as the mother, I’m allowed.)

So anyway. No bad sports news. New job. Great kids. No losing sports teams that I know of. Everything’s just fine.

Well, it’s almost the end of the year. All the faithful bloggers are posting their end-of-year-lists, such as “My Favorite Music of 2007″, and, “My Favorite Books of 2007″. I’m not going to do those things. You know why? Because I really like you, and I don’t want to force you to read all about Elmo sing-a-longs and every single book about counting apples I read this year. I doubt you’d enjoy my play-by-play of Baby Einstein’s “Baby Beethoven” dvd. It’s unlikely you would still be reading once I expounded upon, in great detail, the joys and sorrows experienced by Thomas the Tank Engine and his rascally caboose.

Perhaps you would like to hear Liam sing a song from Dragon Tales. No?

Would you like to witness firsthand the interpretive dance Liam has created to go along with Jingle Bells? Are you sure?

Wait! Come back here. I won’t subject you to any more of this. At least, not in this post.

Where was I? Oh yes. End-of-year-lists. Because I didn’t see any movies or read any exciting new novels this year, and because I didn’t have money to buy new albums or time to listen to them, I give you my End of 2007 List:

Things I Did Not Expect to Happen in 2007.

1. I did not expect my husband to take a picture of my placenta (in all it’s bloody glory) after Maeve was born in May.
1a. No, I will not share the picture with you.
2. I did not expect Seamus to vomit heaping piles of who knows what all over my brand new braided living room rug. The day after it was delivered.
2a. Yes, the vomit looked slightly similar to the picture Josh took of my placenta.
2b. No, as I already told you, I will NOT share the placenta picture with you.
3. I did not expect to buy or wear a girdle at any point during this year. Or any year, for that matter.
4. I did not expect the Boston Red Sox to WIN THE F’ING WORLD SERIES!
4a. No, I will not shut up about it.
4b. What’s that? Come a little closer and say that to me. No, it’s fine. I just want to show you something.
5. I did not expect the New England Patriots to have a 14-0 start to the season.
6. I did not expect the Boston Celtics… yes, fine. You get it.
7. I did not expect I would drink as many margaritas this year as I have. Consider it making up time from the 2 years I was pregnant.
8. I did not expect our bedroom hallway to still be cluttered with boxes from last year’s move. (Same goes for the basement.)
8a. I really, really don’t know why I didn’t expect that. Everyone who ever reads this BLOG expected that.
9. I did not expect Liam to become a rabid Kanye West fan.
10. I did not expect to switch from Starbucks Eggnog Lattes to Peppermint Mocha Lattes.
10a. If you know me, you know this is a big deal. A HUGE deal.
10b. Part of this switch is rooted in my fear of angering my favorite baristas by forcing them to steam eggnog. The poor things.

So there is my 2007 list! In all seriousness, though, I had a terrific year. Maeve was born with no complications, and now she is 6 months old and a beautiful addition to our family. (Liam is even starting to get used to the fact that DA BABEE will be sticking around for a while.) My family (including my poor dear Josh, who has put up with me for yet another year of crazy marriage) has been happy and healthy this year, and I couldn’t ask for more.

Happy end of 2007. Bring on 2008!

Tonight, I am happy. My beautiful children went willingly to bed without complaint or temper tantrum. My husband cooked dinner (eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast!) without being asked. Life couldn’t get much better.

And the Red Sox are kicking butt. Indeed, my friends, they are kicking ASS. And although I would love them and support them even if they didn’t kick ASS, it makes it so much easier to love and support them when they are on the eve of their 2nd WORLD SERIES VICTORY in 3 years.

There’s not much more to report. Except that life is wonderful. Blah blah.

Valentine’s Day weekend was perfect… almost.

A-Rod goes to the New York Yankees.

Stake through my heart much? It’s true, I was passionately against the Red Sox trading Nomar Garciaparra to obtain A-Rod in the first place. Sure, A-Rod is a better hitter than Nomar is. But… it’s Nomar. And I love him. And this is my blog so I can say anything I want. So there.

Now that A-Rod is going to the Evil Empire, I don’t regret that the Sox didn’t grab him a few months ago. However, I don’t think I can stomach the fact that he’s now property of Steinbrenner. (A-rod, we hardly knew ye!)