Just Can't Have Nice Things

Behold the start of the swelling for month #9. But the boobs look great so we'll go with it.

When we were kids, we had the blessed opportunity of living over seas for a number of years. Thankfully, my parents made it possible for us to travel quite a bit and see a lot of things that both my sister and I would kill for to be able to see now that we are old enough to appreciate them. It's a little hard to understand the beauty and novelty of posing with the Leaning Tower of Pisa at the age of 6. So while everyone else has these ADORABLE pictures of them posing as if to look like they are supporting the tower, MY picture is of a very cranky 6 year old with folded arms.... what a brat....

My mother and her girlfriends would take their own little side trips to London, Prague and Budapest, thereby allowing her to have a very large collection of priceless items, that should a small person get their small hands on and perhaps not "handle with care," she would be a tad upset. So over the course of the years, and through a series of umpteen moves, should one of her irreplaceable items somehow fall into the "needing to be replaced" category, she would be upset, naturally, but she would never take it on us with anger. She used guilt.... and the phrase she would use 99.99999% of the time, "I guess I just can't have nice things."

UGH....twist the knife a little deeper...

We hated hearing that.... and I was the one who heard it the most. At Christmas time, we would decorate the tree as a family, and my mother has (or should I say had) these beautiful hand blown glass ornaments she collected in Europe that were dispersed around the tree in between the egg carton ornaments made in Girl Scouts, the clay handprints, and all those Precious Moments angels. Well, every year I think I broke 2 of those irreplaceable hand blown ornaments. Each shatter met with "I guess I just can't have nice things."

Years go by, and ornaments, collectibles and dishes slowly waned out of the cabinets due to Butterfingers Caitlin- and her phrase became a running joke as long as it was accompanied by the appropriate immitation of the face that she made... which was the perfect mixture of disdain, frustration and dissappoinment, maybe with a touch of nausea...

I told you that story to tell you this one.

Since we have moved into our new home, our interent has not been the greatest. For some reason or another- the connection is pretty sporadic, which becomes frustrating to my husband who lives for YouTube videos. As mentioned previously, Lee had to move our ugly bookcase from the nursery to the guest bedroom, well in the course of this action he had to reconnect all of the computer wiring. Our home computer is MY computer from college, which is a very nice HP desktop that I love due to the simplicity and functionality. So when he downloads games and videos and moves it around, I get a little defensive when he does not treat it as nicely as he could.

Well, the other day as he grumbled about the computer not working like it should, I went up to check it out. I checked the connections only to find that when he had reconnected all the wires, he jammed the ethernet cord in backwards and it will not come out. So as I'm venting to my mother about how my husband mistreats the computer, she looks at me and says, "Gosh I guess you just can't have nice things."

Ladies and Gentlemen, I feel this is just the beginning of the "life has come full circle- justice is served" fountain that will forever flow from my mother's lips.