Mercury is in Retrograde

Have you ever heard the phrase Mercury is in Retrograde? I don't know exactly what it means. My Hubby did a search on it today and could probably tell you all about the stars re-aligning and what that results in. All that I know is when I used to work in an office I knew a lady who, when life was not going her way, would say, Mercury is in Retrograde. I think it's a good saying, so I think I'll use it for now.

This weekend, far before my journey into blogginess we had an appointement to view some real estate, no obligation to buy, and we would be given a free vacation package. Too good to be true you say? Well for the majority of the people who went, it was the real deal. For us however, things did not work out. When we arrived we were told that we did not qualify to be given this free gift because, get this, we traveled in the same car as another couple who was also recieving a vacation. I've been furious about it ever since. What kind of logic is that!?! But life goes on. So the next day, Sunday I went to Pizza Hut and wanted breadsticks, and do you know what, they were out of them. How ridiculous, that's as bad as them telling me they are out of pizza! Oh well, the way my luck is going. Tuesday I was again called for an opportunity to win a vacation. The man went through who he was and what I had won and Whoopee for me, I could even win a whole buttload of money. I've been so jaded by my first experience that I was really not into a thing he had to say. And worst of all he was interrupting American Idol. How dare he! But in the back of my mind I kept hearing my friend Gabbie's words, "when one door is shut another is opened!" So I thought maybe this was it. NOPE! When the man went back to verify all the info he realized hey, I am not 30 years old, so I don't qualify. Fifteen minutes on the phone with this nutjob and nothing! Oh well, that's just life when Mercury is in Retrograde.

In better news Mr. Chi Guy had his 18 month docs visit on Today. According to thier scales he is 22lbs 8 ounces. Still a shrimp in comparison with other babies. His height is on par though, at 33 inches. He cried like we were going to skin him alive the entire time. There was no shots even and he still cried. Of course if I got poked everytime I saw the doctor I would probably be crying like that in anticipation as well. So no more docs until 24 months, YIPPIE!

I think that's about it. I need to stop writing so late at night so I have more energy to type more. Or at least be clever.

More tomorrow