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When I read this, I want to scream, ohmi-d, dumb girl, shut up. There is nothing wrong with your life. Stop being so melodramatic. You had a fight with your husband that you are complaining about 6 months later. If you only knew what was coming. Oh, if you only knew, you would take 2007 back in a heartbeat. So fine. 2008, you won, you kicked my ass. Michael got hospitalized. I got lupus AND rheumatoid arthritis. But my marriage is stronger than ever. Michael is healthy and happy and thriving. And I learned that I am stronger than I thought. That I am more positive than I thought. That I can handle things without curling into a ball and crying. Call it denial or stupidity, but at some point "just keep going" became my motto. And it worked. Breath. Wake up. Put one foot in front of the other. 2009 is going to bring so many good things. Maybe a new job. At least an interview for a job that I think could be perfect. A new jodifur that Doug has been working on for weeks. A trip to Disney World and the Disney Cruise. A new house (please, please, oh please, oh please, maybe, please).
Doug is making a fancy dinner tonight that he has been cooking for all week and good friends are coming over to share it with. There will be good wine and lots of laughter. There is no maudlin post this year. I've grown up too much for that. Take the bad with the good and be grateful for them both. Because without the bitter you would never taste the sweet. And without this blog I would never have made so many friendships I cherish. I have gained strength from all of you. Happy New Year and may 2009 bring all of us much HEALTH and happiness.
Ok, fine, you are all sick of dinosaurgate, I get it. I reward you for putting up with the incessant whining with pictures from our time in Pittsburgh. And real pictures, not iPhone pictures. Thanks to my sister in law, because I don't even know where my camera is. I'm like the anti Mommy blogger. How can a mommy blogger not take pictures?
At the Science Center, which may be the coolest children's museum ever .
Michael discovering his shadow.
Good thing he had Doug to help teach him .
 Michael And Doug in front of the Steelers stadium. Doug is not a Steelers fan. Doug is a Steelers fanatic. And he insisted that it was okay that Michael be raised Jewish, as long as he be a Steelers fan. So every Sunday Michael dons his Steelers jersey and says "Go 'teelers!"
 Christmas morning is so much more fun with bubble wrap.
A horrible awful, no good picture of me, helping Michael open a present. See the box next to me, the most awesome coffee maker ever .
 What, stockings don't go on your head?
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 And the ever present burp cloth. Will this kid ever give that thing up? 
What, you were expecting a Christmas update, not a dinosaur update? It was mostly uneventful except I got the most awesome coffee maker ever. And 5 adults stood and watched it make coffee for hours. Well, maybe more like ten minutes but it is very, very awesome, revolutionary really. Because it makes coffee. Coffee that tastes good. See, I'm a really good cook, but I can't make coffee to save my life. So, Doug has to make coffee. Except Doug isn't home weekday mornings and then I don't have coffee. But now I do. And it makes chai, and hot chocolate, and lattes and cappuccinos. And no, they did not send it to me, or pay me to write this. My in laws bought it for me. And I love it.
In other news the dinosaur that was promised to me to be here on Friday was not here. Instead it will be here, THIS Friday. Yes, that's a full TWO WEEKS not TWO DAYS. Fisher Price's answer, "oops, we are sorry, would you like $50 off one of our toys?" My answer "NO BECAUSE I AM NEVER BUYING ONE OF YOUR CRAPPY TOYS AGAIN." Seriously, Michael got two Fisher Price toys for Hanukkah, both of which were broken, one of which was $200. And then they LIED TO ME about how long it would take to replace. Supposedly they are refunding me for both dinosaurs, the replacement and the original. I will believe that when I see it.
And I stopped the mail, because Doug was paranoid about the dinosaur sitting on our doorstep for a day or two while we were away (wow, did he have misguided faith.) And the post office never resumed delivery. So now, I have no mail and no dinosaur. Sometimes I feel like no one in the world is competent but me and a black cloud hangs over my head. And I need a random rantiness category.
Bottom line, Michael still does not have a replacement Spike and I'm still complaining about it on twitter. So really, a week later, and nothing has changed.
And how was your Christmas?
My good friend PunditMom fell in love with these shoes in Italy, but didn't buy them. Hey, maybe she got them yesterday for Christmas?
There's nothing better than a sick child whose beloved toy dies after a freakin' day. On a Sunday, when Fisher Price isn't open. And Target won't take it back because it's not in the box anymore. Oh yeah, I was saying very nice things about Fisher Price and Mattel all day on Sunday under my breath and on Twitter.
There's very few things I hate as much as terrible customer service. Seriously, why can't companies just have good customer service? It's like an anomaly in this world. 1800diapers.com recently CALLED ME after a gift certificate I sent to a blogger friend got delayed to apologize for the error and to make sure she liked it. I almost passed out. And what if I said she hadn't liked it? Would they have sent her a blanket? Free diapers?
When I finally got through to Fisher Price yesterday, and that took hours (it's the holiday season, get more people to answer your phone) I was a little irate. Their first answer to me didn't make me happy either. Send the dinosaur back, and they will send me a new one. That would take 8 weeks. I about lost my mind. You tell my three year old he will be without his dinosaur for 8 WEEKS.
And then they offered a more tenable suggestion. They will charge me for a new one, ship it to me two day air, and when I send the old one back, credit me. And you better believe if I don't see that credit, this blog, twitter, everyone on the planet will be hearing about it.
And that dinosaur better last more than a day. Stupid $200 toy. Because if I have to hear "Mommy, Spike is BROKEN" one more time I'm going to record it and play it over and over again to the people on the Fisher Price customer service line.
We celebrated Hanukkah with my family on Friday night, even though it wasn't Hanukkah yet, it was the only night everyone could get together. My parents got him the million dollar robotic dinosaur, so who cares? Michael now has his own dinosaur, Spikeosaurus. I don't think he cares there are another 7 nights of Hanukkah.
 He also got a robe from my parents, but I think he likes the dinosaur better. 
I wasn't nearly as creative as last year. Last night was the first night of Hanukkah, and we continued our tradition of one present per night, except the poor kid was up all night Saturday night vomiting and had a raging fever on Sunday, so he wasn't feeling tip top. 
I rearranged when I was giving what present and gave him the Scholastic book videos, a gift I had plan to give him before we left for my in laws, for him to watch in the car. But really, last night that was about all he could handle. I knew we were headed for a PJ day today and these videos would be perfect. And they are. And the stupid dinosaur, IS NOT WORKING!!!!! I'll be calling Fisher Price first thing today. I've got a sick kid and his beloved million dollar toy lasted a whopping day. Glad I didn't buy it.
 Michael said to me last night, "but Mommy, where is your present?" And I said "well maybe next year Daddy can take you to get me something. It's very nice that you asked." Happy Hanukkah.
I was named as one of Darling Hill’s 1st Annual Top ‘Lawyer Mom’ Blogs.
Thank you, thank you.
You like me, you really like me.
10 years ago today I had a first date. It was not a typical first date, because I had been friends with the person for a number of years and we had recently just decided to see what would happen if we tried something more. He was in love with me, I knew that, and I knew I could so easily fall in love with him, if I would just let myself.
I did. And it was the best, most terrifyingly right thing I ever did.
Doug, Thank you for cutting through all the crap and just getting me, the real me. For the good and the bad, for the fun and the not so fun, for the exciting and the mundane, and for everything in between.
Thank you for changing my life in both measurable and immeasurable ways. I love you.
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