Oh Fer Crist's Sake

1. The NYT Sunday Styles section is mocking me again. A friend emailed me this, an article about Baby Loves Disco. Now, I have had my run-ins with them before (exhibit A, exhibit B) and I have even exacted some revenge (exhibit C). But I am really starting to get embarrassed since everybody knows that something isn't truly passé until it's featured in the styles section. I'm beginning to think that I'm losing my edge, people. Could it be...?

2. I am again experiencing wretched menses. (Gentle Reader, ordinarily I might be too shy to write about something like this but after the birth story I feel like I can't possibly share too much in this arena with you any more. That is if any of you are still reading. Are you still out there? *crickets* *lonesome howling wind* Okay then). Having no period for almost two years is a great perk of pregnancy and nursing and I am really mourning the return to having me monthlies. Since I'm currently still cold turkey in the oral hormones department I am back to experiencing undiluted cramping hell due to resurging endometriosis. While it's been almost a quarter of a century since I have experienced periods without the pallitive help of the pill (i keed, i keed, don't go doing the math) it really doesn't get any easier. Even after labor. I was curled up in bed all day with my best friend, senor hot water bottle, and moaning for more ibuprofen. Matthew was kind enough to stay home and deal with me and the young master. I am so grateful.

3. I was talking to my sister Kara on the phone tonight and I could hear my seven year-old nephew Riley pounding out christmas carols in the background. He is taking piano lessons and wants to give his class a show this week. My sister lives in Jesusland (southern North Carolina to be exact) so there is no problem with him doing this in his public school classroom, unlike say, Santa Cruz CA, where they used to live. (Par exemple: in kindergarten the teacher changed the lyrics to "We wish you a merry christmas" to alternate with "happy hanukkah" and "joyous kwanzaa" in each version of the chorus, which was nice since everyone was offended equally). Kara is proudly raising her children as total heathens in this environment which leads to many interesting situations. (My nephew Casey likes to answer the question "What church do y'all go to?" with "None, we don't believe in God." They are considered to be "eccentric" and/or "satanic") So anyway, while i was on the phone my sister asked Riley to sing "O Come All Ye Faithful" for me. He did so, in a beautiful little boy soprano. As he reached the end he really went for it and sang out " OH COME let us ADORE HI-IIM, CRIST the LORD!" Crist? I was laughing so hard I thought I might just lose my feminine hygiene device (see #2 above). Kara was trying to hold her laughter in, told him that his performance was great, moved into another room and promptly lost it. When I was able to speak again I was like, "dude, you have to tell him how to pronounce it before he sings in front of his class! " she said "I know, but I can't yet. He hasn't sung it for Mom." My family, putting the Crist back in Christmas.

Comments

[kara]

*sniff* those boys make me so dang proud! *wipes tear*

[terri]

flippin hilarious!! i'm still reading and loving it...

[tina]

oh my gid!!! that is halarious!! living in central florida, i can totally relate to jesusland...unfortunately.

[crazy uncle kev]

Harumph....Harumphhh!!!! Now listen here Missy....it is not JUST your sister raising those little heathens.... thank you very much!! There goes your BudhiChristChanukrastamas Present from me this year.

[LetterB]

I stand corrected kev! Absolutely - you guys are a paragon of lapsed Catholic parenting. I learn much from you, senseis.

[crazyunclekev]

ok your back on the present list.....so do you prefer ganga infused goose soup (with gratitude to the goose, ganga, and any other vegetable hurt in the making of course) or just the plain ol block of salt to lick for the BudhiChristChanukrastamas celebration?

[LetterB]

oooh! oooh! block of salt! block of salt!