Like this:

I’ve been to my blog several times over the past month with ideas for posts that were funny, funky, witty… everything but whiney. And yet somewhere along the way, they would transform, morph into a wah, wah, wah, poor me. I am SO obsessed, so focused on my upcoming surgery that nothing else blocks it completely out.

I’m so tired of it.

So, for the rest of this blog, I am determined to talk about other things and completely ignore the fact that  tomorrow I’m going to be “under the knife,” as it were.

Here we go. Things that are happening that are NOT surgery related:

• My son turned six this past week so we decided that it would be a good idea to have his party at Chuck E Cheese aka “The Evil Place.” Somehow in this convoluted thinking, we thought it would be easier to host 25 kids at this fun-filled place than at our house. And, in a way, it was except that we never expected parents to drop off their kids with us rather than stay and participate in the “fun” that is Chuck E Cheese. My brother pronounced at the end of the event that this birthday party most certainly belongs in Dante’s Inferno as its own level of Hell. I, on the other hand, thought it could be made a whole like better by installing a tequila bar and electronic ankle bands for parents who leave. Ricky’s just glad we didn’t have to clean anything.
• Mexican Martinis rock!
• My daughter is surpassing me in my reading goal. A couple of years ago, I thought I’d start reading adolescent fiction in an effort to have something to talk about as my kids got older. I’ve picked up a stack of books that I thought were high enough above the immediate reading abilities of my daughter that it would take her years to catch up. Well, I was right in the statement “it tooks years” only it was two years, not the 4 or so I imagined. So, Moira is now reading books like Rick Riordan’s The Lightening Thief and Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone in addition to more standard 2nd grade books like the Disney Fairies series, Benton’s Franny K Stein. I’ve actually purchased books for her teacher based on what I thought Moira would need rather than what they tell me 2nd graders are reading because I feel guilty that the teacher might have to go get books for her classroom library that don’t get her the most bang for her buck. I’m so proud of Moira, but envision a fortune in book store purchases in our immediate future.
• My son will be adding to the book debt soon, but I think he’ll be more of a Captain Underpants reader than a Disney Fairies reader.
• My husband ran his first ever Marathon this past February. He rocks.

• My son is determined to be a photographer. I just hope his sister’s godmother is wrong when she states that we’ll be lucky he doesn’t choose to be a war correspondent.

I think that’s it for now, except to reiterate that Mexican Martinis rock. I’ll be back after surgery with more whining, I’m sure.

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