I hate shopping at WalMart, but the other day I ended up there to pick up toys for Christmas gifts.

I lucked out by snagging a RSP (Rock Star Parking) space, but the downside to those spots is that I either have to take my empty cart back up to the store or half-way down the aisle to a cart corral, and when it’s minus 50-freakin degrees and you have a baby in a car seat…ugh.

Anyway, I put ZGirl in the car. Emptied my cart. Eyeballed the closest option: store front or cart corrall when a man, leaving the store, offered to take the cart and put it away for me.

I thanked him profusely. He wished me Merry Christmas.

Someone with manners…in a WalMart parking lot. What are the odds?

What’s the nicest thing a stranger has done for you lately?


What I think is the last of the holiday cards should be sent today. Please, for the love of festivus, let me know if you did NOT receive a card by the end of January even though you indicated you wanted to participate. I may have transcribed your address incorrectly or didn’t put a stamp on it (it never fails that this happens every year).

Every day I receive the loviest of notes and pictures and cards from people in my computer. I try to explain a little of each of your stories to my husband, who, for some reason, gets a weird, glazed look over his eyes when I do so.

When I had to go to the post office for overseas postage, the postmaster asked if I had been to any of the places I was sending the cards. No, I told her, but maybe someday. She asked how I knew all these different people from across the world. I told her that we met through an on-line support system for women who have difficulty getting pregnant or staying pregnant.

She said, “That’s nice….oh, not that you or your friends had a hard time…I mean, er…”

I told her that I knew what she meant. Yes, it is nice to be so lucky to be able to send holiday wishes across the four corners of this earth to women (and men) who I’ve never met.

It makes me sad that there are so many other women who hide their infertility like a badge of dishonor; who chose not to – or simply don’t – know that there’s a lot of other couples out there who REALLY do get it.


Also, if I did not reply with my address, please let me know. I simply wasn’t as organized this year. Which reminds me, if you sent ZGirl something and I did not specifically thank you, it is not because I don’t know my manners. I take “thank yous” pretty seriously so it’s likely I did not get it (and hopefully, neither did my neighbor). I try not to put too much faith in the postal service, so let me know if you haven’t heard from me on that.


In a joint effort, we are working with the school in trying to improve XBoy’s behavior at school. Whether his attitude is a reflection of ZGirl’sarrival; a change in classrooms (I think K to 1st is major and so is 8th to 9th); or something more biological, we continue to search for answers.

One of the other factors I believe DOES in fact play into how he’s doing this year is an inexperienced teacher.

The other day, his report had these comments noted on it:

XBoy was agressive today – said many “put downs” to others and was distructive to meterials

XBoy did have good focus on his math Quiz but then crumpeled it up and tried to throw it away.

Except for me changing his name to XBoy, this is verbatim.

Sure it bothered me that he was having a particular bad day, but I’m way more irritated by his teacher’s spelling. This is the woman teaching 19 children in a private school? Who next year will teach 17-20 more? And the year after that, ad nauseum?

I’m no spelling bee champion (ask any one who has to read my tweets), but that? Four words misspelled? I’m discouraged, to say the least.

(Time for me to hit the spell check…

….. I misspelled “misspelled”. Ugh)