I got a menomenamena tree!

Actually it's a SYL.VANIA Staylit® 7-1/2' Slim Menominee Pre-lit Tree from Lo.wes.  And I only paid $29 for it!!!  Hooray!!!  Next year Mr. W and I won't have to fight about putting the lights on the tree.  Hooray again!!!

I wonder if Mr. W will get angry if I take down the old tree and put the new one up for the weekend?  Hee hee hee! (I'm only 1/2 joking)

Oh, and to brag on Mr. W:  He got me a beautiful ring, A paraffin bath, and a Kitc.henAid Classic Stand Mixer for Christmas.  He rocks! 

A Christmas Feast

This year I cooked Cornish hens for the fist time.  Yummy!  I thought it would be better for me and Mr. W than cooking a whole turkey or a whole ham.  Who needs all that leftover food, anyway?  (well...I can think of plenty to do with leftover ham, but don't really like turkey.)  I had so much fun and felt so "grown-up" cooking those little birds.  Ha!

Mr. W and I had a wonderful Christmas together.  He got me a few things that I had been wanting for a few years.  He seriously outdid himself this year.  I hope he knows just how high he upped the bar.  Ha-ha!

 Anyway, I hope everyone had as wonderful a Christmas as possible.  Mine has left me worn out.  So...Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

A Dog's Christmas

 The girls each got a bone and a tin of doggie breath mints for Christmas.  They love rawhide bones!!!  I figured if I wanted to post something on Christmas without being too revealing (as if anyone who knows me doesn't know what my unique dogs look like), then I could post the dogs!  And check out the fire!  Who cares if it is unseasonable warm outside!

 Merry Christmas!!!

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...

I'm trying to focus on the positive things right now. I'm having a really hard time, though. (Notice the CD ticker above has not been reset, yet...see the previous post if you don't know why this is such a bad thing.)

Mr. W will be home in a couple of days!!! I miss him more than I thought possible, right now. I'm working on a menu for the night of his return. I'm leaning towards a cro.ck pot potato soup. He loves potato soup, and this way I can cook while I'm at work and leave my evening free for him! Yay!

I'm slowly but surely getting the house decorated for Christmas. The stockings are hung (I need to get another stocking holder for my stocking. I want something cool, though.) Of course you've all seen the toilet decor! :-) I've also got a wreath on the door and some battery operated candles in each window. Oh yeah...and the tree. It's up, but that's it. I still have to arrange the branches, put the lights on, and decorate it. Good times (massive amounts of sarcasm here. lights + OCD = insanity)!

Now if only I could get the furbabies to wear cute little costumes for a quick photo op I could do some wonderful cards!

Don't pee on the snowman!!! (with added note)

So who all thinks I'm tempting fate by putting anything white and absorbent beneath my toilet bowl? Yeah...

Mr. W should be home in a few days...guess I'll have to scotch guard it before then. Snicker.

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On the TTC front:

CD 29 is an hour away from being out the door. No AF, yet. She's been sending her wicked sister (spotting), but not even enough of that to make me sure I'll start tomorrow. The whole Cross-country-migration-conception plan won't really work if CD1 doesn't get it's ass in gear and show up. If CD1 starts tomorrow and I ovulate on CD15 then I'll be flying home on my second day of peak fertility. If CD1 doesn't start tomorrow or I ovulate on CD16 or later...

I went to church. Shock! Gasp! I know. I went back to the same church that has the pastor that spoke in tongues; the same church with the pastors wife that blindsided me with late condolences. I had a good conversation at God while I was driving to church. I let him know, in no uncertain terms, that I had to have a pretty direct message if he wanted me to come back to this church ever again. Minutes later, as I sat squirming in the seat, the days sermon title popped up on the screen, "Why Attend?" OK. I got it! Point taken. I asked for direct and boy I sure got it! So I will be going back. I also spoke with the pastor afterwards and he alluded to the BCMEP so I brought it up for him. He gave me his condolences and then proceeded immediately to let me know he wanted to do something for me before Mr. W and I start TTC again. He told me that he wanted the church to especially pray for me at a service. After explaining it would have to be this coming Sunday if he wanted to beat the TTC re-kick-off, it was set. He asked me to start some faith-talking/praying. (I think it's a good idea, and I'll post more on this later.) So this coming Sunday I will have a congregation of about 20 - 30 people praying and thanking God for a successful pregnancy for me and Mr. W. I've got so much more to say on this subject, but I'll leave it alone for right now.

I spoke to my brother today and he told me that evil SIL passed the "fetus" yesterday. I thought she was 4 weeks pregnant? This is where my ignorance about pregnancy shows...at 4 weeks can you distinguish it? (no answer is really necessary...i'm just effed up at the thought right now)

Maybe once I get my head a little settled and I can focus a little better I'll get back to commenting. Maybe I'll get back to blogging in some sort of coherent manner, too. I miss Mr. W.

***Added Note***

I even took an HPT this morning in the hopes that it would bring AF. I'm guessing you can't fool those suckers, though. They seem to only bring AF when there's an actual hope that a positive is an option. I guess the damned test knew that any swimmers that entered my body were kept from coming into actual contact with my cervix...much less any possible eggs. (on another side not...those dollar store tests are so much fun with their little droppers and all!!! and I'm being serious, here. I felt like a little kid with a baking-soda and vinegar volcano kit!!!)