She's Going to Hate Me for This

This is Bug the first time we fed her oatmeal. She actually liked it, although she apparently decided that it would also serve as an excellent shampoo.

Because she's just so darned cute, I had to share this picture. And to show off her More Cowbell onesie, courtesy of Uncle Jeff.

Someday, I will manage to catch her smiling for a picture. She has a sixth sense about the camera and the minute I grab it, she forgets how to grin. Maybe next week.

It's My Birthday and I'll Complain If I Want To

I'm old. I don't know why, but 35 seems really old. I didn't have an issue with 30, so the fact that this bugs me is a bit surprising. The first thing I thought when I looked in the mirror was "do I really look that old?" Oh well.

I'm still waiting on the results of two job interviews. That would so be the best present if I got a call today with good news. I'm trying to be optimistic about it all, but I have never been very good at that. I just hate waiting. Particularly for something like this. And particularly when one of the interviewers said I would hear from her at the beginning of this week. It's all I can do to not call her and find out where things stand.

In other news, G bought me a cashmere sweater (that didn't have a red dot on it) and a book I wanted, so I clearly can't complain about that. And his card made me laugh out loud. He's pretty terrific. I think I'll keep him.

And I get to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in two days. Woo Hoo!!!!!

Ok, so maybe I really don't have too much to complain about.

This Stuff Just Annoys Me

Today is November 12. Why is the date relevant? Because this San Francisco radio station decided that playing Christmas music all day was a good idea.* Honestly. It's not even Thanksgiving yet. It's not as if I don't get totally sick of the songs when they don't start until the day after Turkey Day. And where are the Hanukkah songs?

And the Christmas ads have already started to show up on television. Each year it seems that the marketing of Christmas starts earlier and earlier. Perhaps next year it will start in October. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of Christmas (even if it does usually involve a family dinner at BIL/W's house and they always get lame gifts for Doof, assuming they don't just give her something one of their kids didn't like, but that's for another entry), but this is getting ridiculous.

In other news, my boys from Cal got their heads handed to them by USC in football today. At least I knew it was going to happen.

*I don't actually listen to that station, I was just channel surfing. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Meet Yoda

This is Bug in her Halloween costume. I just had to show her off because she's entirely too cute. Thank you, Uncle Jeff for finding the costume. Too bad no trick or treaters came by to see her.

Of course, no trick or treaters meant that I got dibs on all 3 bags of candy that I purchased that afternoon. I'm not sure how good of a thing that is. Wait, that's excellent. It means I still have some Reese's peanut butter cups in the freezer. Gotta go fetch a snack.

Yet Another Stupid Idea

BIL is at it again. He is full of stupid ideas that he likes to share with anyone who will listen. This time, it has to do with Christmas. While we like to choose Christmas presents for people that we know they will like, he selects presents that he thinks they should have.

For example, for Father's Day, BIL asked what his dad wanted and was told of a specific shirt, in a specific size, in a specific color. BIL bought a shirt from the same company. Of course, the one he bought was the wrong style, wrong size, and wrong color. Whoops. Upon hearing this, G told his mom that we would buy the correct shirt and joked about how funny it would be to get it monogrammed with something silly like "World's Greatest Dad," knowing it would be a dig at BIL for buying the wrong thing. So G heads to his mom's office in the back of the house to order the shirt. He then comes back to the front of the house, giggling like a crazy person because he found out that he could, in fact, have the shirt monogrammed. So he did.

If only we could have seen the look on BIL's face the day he saw the shirt we bought...

Fast forward to this past week. BIL calls G at work where G doesn't have caller ID and can't screen his calls. BIL has decided that we should all chip in and buy this for G's mom (she's BIL's stepmom) and have the grandkids' names embroidered on it. In the immortal words of Al Borland, "I don't think so, Tim." When G told me about this, I channeled my best Capital One commercial voice and said "NO!" Repeatedly. Why, no? Because the last thing we want to do is go in on a gift with BIL. And because we don't want to. And because we doubted that G's mom would want it. We were right. Besides, it leaves G's sister out since she doesn't have kids. Although, I suppose we could put her dog's name on the thing.

G called and asked her how she felt about quilts. Her response was a very suspicious why. So he told her. And as we expected, she wasn't interested.

I don't imagine that BIL actually thinks G's mom is the world's greatest grandma. I suspect that it has a lot more to do with sucking up. I think BIL is one of those people who always wants to be everyone's favorite person and tries way too hard. And he keeps score. So anytime he "does someone a favor," he sort of logs it so he can bring it up later. It's a pissing contest that G and I have no interest in entering.

So we opted out and BIL took it just fine. I'm sure he'll tuck it back in his memory to use as ammunition at a later date. He may very well buy the quilt on his own and try to show us up with it later. Whatever. We will be the ones who bought G's mom something she actually wants for Christmas (dvds and a posed picture of Doof and Bug). And that's good enough for us.

In other news, I had two job interviews this past week. I'll keep you posted as news develops.