Friday, December 15, 2006 by Amy
So when Rudi brought the Christmas tree in, he leaned it up on the corner of the dining room, and when Riley woke up on Wednesday morning she wanted to get started decorating the tree right away. I tell her that we need to wait for Daddy to get home so that he can put the tree in the stand and move the loveseat for us. That didn't last long. I'm looking at the clock: 8:30am-still eight hours till Rudi comes home. Stall longer. 9:30--seven hours until Rudi gets home. So I determine that I am going to have to put the tree up by myself. First, I move the loveseat out of the way. Not into the garage, I'm not Superwoman. Then I realize that the tree stand is in the closet that the tree is leaning on. So I move the six-foot tree out of the way and get the stand. Of course, Riley has already put about a dozen glass bulbs on the bottom of the tree. So then I get the saw and work for a really long time at getting an inch or two off the bottom of the tree. And into the stand it goes. And them I have to carry it across the townhouse. Then I realize that there is no way that we have enough lights since we've never had a tree this big before. So off to Walmart to visit Rudi for lunch and buy lights.
Then we start decorating the tree just a little. The major decorating occurs after Avery has gone to sleep for the night. Riley and I decorate the tree while Rudi sleeps in the chair. So much for spending time together and making family memories. Rudi said that he had been experiencing vertigo like when he had cysts in his sinuses which were surgically removed. Now that he is fairly certain that he doesn't have stomach cancer, he thinks that he has cysts. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if he did have a terminal illness. Not happy unless something is wrong.
Rudi has a doctor's appointment last week and he got a lecture from his doctor. His A1C was 9.2, when it should be between 4 and 6. So his doc told him to come back next month and if his A1C is still high they are going to put him on insulin. So one month to clean up his act. So now he's badgering me about joining the YMCA so that he can excersise, but we never seem to have the money. I know that if he doesn't get to join and ends up going on insulin he's going to blame me for it. Hasn't he ever heard of sidewalks? I hear they're great for walking and jogging on. Not to mention the (women's) weights he bought that are still in the box. I can't win.
We are now on the hunt for stocking stuffers. I have been tempted not to do stokings, but now that we actually have a fireplace, it would be a shame not to have stockings for the girls.
We went to the mall last night because Borders is in the mall here and the mall has a really cool playground in it that Riley and Avery both like. We also tried to eat at the mall. Riley and Rudi had no problems, they're not allergic to anything. I ended up eating california rolls that were about as good as you can expect from a mall. Avery had a bread stick from the pizza place that insisted that there was no parmesan cheese on it. Well, by the time we got to the playground, Avery looked like she had mange. Her whole face was broken out and her eyeball was bright red. Even her scalp was red. Yummy.
Then we start decorating the tree just a little. The major decorating occurs after Avery has gone to sleep for the night. Riley and I decorate the tree while Rudi sleeps in the chair. So much for spending time together and making family memories. Rudi said that he had been experiencing vertigo like when he had cysts in his sinuses which were surgically removed. Now that he is fairly certain that he doesn't have stomach cancer, he thinks that he has cysts. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if he did have a terminal illness. Not happy unless something is wrong.
Rudi has a doctor's appointment last week and he got a lecture from his doctor. His A1C was 9.2, when it should be between 4 and 6. So his doc told him to come back next month and if his A1C is still high they are going to put him on insulin. So one month to clean up his act. So now he's badgering me about joining the YMCA so that he can excersise, but we never seem to have the money. I know that if he doesn't get to join and ends up going on insulin he's going to blame me for it. Hasn't he ever heard of sidewalks? I hear they're great for walking and jogging on. Not to mention the (women's) weights he bought that are still in the box. I can't win.
We are now on the hunt for stocking stuffers. I have been tempted not to do stokings, but now that we actually have a fireplace, it would be a shame not to have stockings for the girls.
We went to the mall last night because Borders is in the mall here and the mall has a really cool playground in it that Riley and Avery both like. We also tried to eat at the mall. Riley and Rudi had no problems, they're not allergic to anything. I ended up eating california rolls that were about as good as you can expect from a mall. Avery had a bread stick from the pizza place that insisted that there was no parmesan cheese on it. Well, by the time we got to the playground, Avery looked like she had mange. Her whole face was broken out and her eyeball was bright red. Even her scalp was red. Yummy.
