Re-initiating transmission….

Sorry all, for being persona non grata for the past little while, but life has gotten out of hand and now that the horrible holidays are over I am able to(or perhaps a better term would be ‘inclined to’) rejoin humanity for at least a brief period of time.

Seraphina, aka TreeFrog, has been terribly ill for the past two weeks, with ear infections that refuse to respond to antibiotics. Funny, she’s never had them before, and she’s almost three. I guess this is just one persistent bug, and sadly it left its mark on her Christmas. She was sad, moody, contrary and tantrum-y during the whole of the holiday and if we didn’t love her as much as we do we would have eaten her and tried for another.

On Christmas Eve she told me, "I don’t like Santa, I don’t want to see him, I don’t care if he comes". At about that point I was ready to drop the whole Christmas thing right there, but I figured she wasn’t feeling well and was probably pretty burned out on the idea of a jolly fat man sliding down chimneys with a bag full of crap made in China.

We survived Christmas, but she’s running a 104 degree fever again and I had to call into work today. Again. Joy.

At least she made out like a bandit. She got a dollhouse from one Grandma, complete with a ton of small, losable items for me to dig out from couches and sweep from under computer desks. She got her very first computer from Santa, courtesy of LeapFrog, which she is having a blast with and her mousing skills have improved tenfold in just two days. Even feeling like crap.

The crowing glory was the pony. Yes, I know she already has one, but THIS pony lives in the house. She’s three feet tall, her name is Butterscotch, and she does everything one would expect a pony to do, except  for eating, pooping, and walking around. This is one of the kewlest toys I’ve ever seen. She whinnies, snorts, moves her head in response to sound and touch, flicks her ears, blinks, swishes her tail, and scares the hell out of the dog.

Pure entertainment. How come I didn’t get anything like this when I was a kid?

The kitten is, well, a kitten. Or perhaps ‘shitkin’ would suit her better. She’s growing like a weed, getting into everything, and terrorizing the two older cats. I love it. Shelby may be a more-than-temporary fixture in the household……

Anyway, I’m back. Life has slowed down enough fro me to stop hating humanity and start wanting to talk to it again, so here I am, like it or not.

Merry Christmas, all. Happy New Year.

Whatever.