I love my mother, but I wonder if she will ever “get” me. Probably not. For Christmas she sent a huge box of gifts. Most of them were for Put Pie, there were a few for Unknown Papi, and one for me. The ones for Put Pie were great… all kinds of clothes with polka dots on them because Put Pie is a huge fan of polka dots (although, she calls them bubbles). The gifts for Unknown Papi were spot on, things for the kitchen (he loves to cook) and two shirts that fit him perfectly and are totally things he would pick out for himself. Guess what she got me? Come on, take a wild guess. She got me a red FAUX-Snuggie with black Scottish terriers printed all over it.
Now, I realize that most of you don’t “know” me and therefore aren’t familiar with my tastes, but I can assure you that almost anyone that has even a passing acquaintance with me would not pick out a red FAUX-Snuggie with black Scottish terriers printed all over it to give me. I mean, if it was a “real” Snuggie someone might give it to me as a joke and I would laugh, but my mother is serious. Sure, sure, I know it’s the thought that counts, but what exactly was she thinking when she picked that out for me? Perhaps, “Ay mi’ja is so klumzy chee cannot keep a blankit on. Dis one with da puppies won’t fall off. Perfecto!”
She’s known my husband for about a decade and can pick out great gifts for him, she picks out things that her granddaughter loves, she’s known me for 39 years and gets me a blanket with sleeves.
The money is not rolling in, so we are trying to find ways to cut our expenses. I called our DSL provider and got a slight reduction for the next year, I changed our wireless rate plan to save us $25 a month, I filed an appeal with the water department to get a lower waste water fee because we have a garden. I guess I could try eating less too, but that’s probably not going to happen.
I am just about 33 weeks pregnant. Because I am considered a high risk pregnancy, I am going in for weekly non-stress tests and bi-weekly ultrasounds. During my last visit, my doctor said he might want to induce at 37 weeks. Of course, I’ll do whatever is best for the baby, but I would really rather not induce. We discussed the pros and cons and I told him I was leaning toward staying the course. I think he just wants me to know it is a possibility if my amniotic fluid dips too low.
I was watching Modern Family last night and I laughed so hard I thought I was going to throw up. I am a California girl and pretty much sound like one, but my mother has a very thick accent which leads to many misunderstandings. On last night’s episode of Modern Family the character of Gloria asked her husband’s secretary to order a box of baby cheeses, but because of Gloria’s accent they ended up with a box of baby Jesuses. That is so something that would happen to my mother. Hilarious!
I hope you all have a wonderful New Year!
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie (don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):
A new perspective will come with the new year.
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