Everyone in the blogosphere's been posting their rundowns of 2007 lately. I too would like to do that, but I am far too unorganized and don't remember things in chronological order. Furthermore, I didn't send Christmas cards this year, so I don't have a "Dear Family" style summary of things that happened in the oh-seven (that I can tell both my 99-year-old great grandmother and my cousins' young, impressionable children) that I can adapt for the Interwebs. Alas.
Suffice it to say that a lot has happened chez Heidi Renée in these past months; events both nice and nasty that I may or may not write about retrospectively.
One such nice happening was that we finally pulled off having a wedding December 28, nearly a year and a half after being legally married. The planning was not smooth, some of the stuff that was supposed to be fun was ruined during what may have been the worst day of my life, and we spent more than anyone intended, but the actual wedding went off without a hitch and all in attendance had a lovely time (and managed to eat their vegetables).
Now that it's all over (except for writing the thank you notes, deities help us), I'm getting back into the swing of things work-wise and will hopefully be going back to full-time status in the next couple of months. That will get me back to having a steady income each month, which will give Jason some much-needed peace of mind about our financial future. Hey, he's the one who chose to marry a crazy activist. Everyone knows we folks are not in it for the money.
One of the causes of the dollar-induced duress was the arrival of Lola the dumpster kitty in October. For such a tiny (6.8 pounds in the picture, 7.2 pounds now), adorable, perfect little miss, she sure was expensive! Having her vaccinated, microchipped, and spayed, though, was a necessary expense, and we are quite a bit richer in spirit for having her around.
When we met her, she was living under my sister-in-law's dumpster (the kind you get when you're renovating your house, which they are) and eating scraps out of their trash. She had appeared from nowhere and no one knew anything about her. Being the crazy animal person of the family, everyone looked to me to take care of the situation. I had intended to take her to the local humane society, but you can guess how long that plan lasted when she ran up to me mewing and catapulted herself into my arms. Now we have three cats, and we couldn't be happier (despite the fact that we are violating the terms of our lease). Jacob and Jasper love her, of course--who wouldn't?
I haven't taken down my Christmas decorations yet. Everything still looks fine, and the cats love the tree, so it all stays. Maybe we'll take them down by Valentine's Day.
Things to write about in the future:
- My wonderfully sentimental husband's Christmas present to me
- Our post-New Year's Eve week of calzone and cheesecake
- Our new apartment
- Jason's Corvette
- More on the wedding
- Wedding gift show and tell
P.S. Name those lyrics in the title. Even my husband knows them. Oh yes, he's been well trained.