- I have officially started back at school and am moving slowly along my path toward becoming a midwife. I got 100% in my first class - intercultural communications. (Which was not that difficult since, based on their answers, most of the class thought that the homework questions were actually a Facebook survey.) I thought about sending my resume into the UN after my perfect performance, but my husband doesn't believe in the UN, so... peace at home before peace in the world I guess.
- I have lived to celebrate another birthday, ushering in my late-mid -30s... and that's all I have to say about that... except- my mom got me the best birthday present ever... 2 days with a bunch of hippy birth junkies whose idea of a fun Friday night is a women's energy/sharing/dance circle and swapping stories about placenta encapsulation. I am out of my mind excited. By the way Eugene Oregon... if you smell something strange, it's just my deodorant.
(...one more thing about the birthday. Every year on December 10th I reacquaint myself with the famous people who share my astrological sign. Sagittarius. Basically we break down like this... writers (Mark Twain, Emily Dickenson, Jane Austen), musicians (Beethoven, Hendrix, Donny Osmond, and Billy Idol), actors (Don Johnson) and politicians (Winston Churchill) including a couple of despotic tyrants. I was feeling like I had really found my people until it occurred to me that the horoscope folks probably don't include normal and boring lives in these lists and so it is very likely that every other astrological sign has a similar roll call of awesomeness... except for Donny Osmond.
- The baby has cavities all over his mouth. You don't know judgement until your dentist peeks into your baby's mouth and the look on her face says "clearly he's been sucking down Dr.Pepper and Pixie Stix for 14 months". The first dentist (yep, more than one dentist) actually showed me how to put the toothpaste on the tooth brush and then made little circles with it in the air to demonstrate proper brushing technique. I'm not kidding. Just for the record... I have never had a cavity. Ever. I never had braces. I never had a retainer and I have all of my teeth including the 4 wisdom ones. Clearly, this is totally my husband's fault.
- It's Christmas again. I have been possessed by the Spirit of Crafters Past and have an unexplainable and obsessive urge to make stuff out of paper and felt. Not necessarily in that order.
Merry Christmas all... and on that note, I'm off to send an email to Santa telling him that my kids are signing up for a Chilean miner"s pocketfull of coal if they don't stop their fighting. It usually solicits good results - after the crying and screaming that I am "the worst mom ever, seriously Mom, ever." Aaah. I love being the best at stuff.