The agony and the irony

Are you a believer in fate, thinking that the mysterious power of destiny can shape and control your life? It could be called the same thing as karma, the golden rule- what goes around comes around. You know that I am a firm believer in that, however, I've been sitting on the fence with my thoughts on fate and destiny. Is there a mysterious power that can shape my life for the better? Or could it be irony? My own ignorance as to the coming fate?

For the past 12 years with my husband, we have steered along one path...a path that has led us to the exact spot where we want to be: strong relationship, financially secure, dedicated parents, karma in check.

Well, all my thinking and planning has gone to hell in a handbasket. We just bought another house that needs about 15K in repairs before we can rent it. OK, we can deal with that, even though we were looking for something that was completely turn-key. If it is meant to actually explode in our faces, then it will. We will learn from the experience.

Last month my husband had a vasectomy. It was something we both agreed on, having thrown back a shot of whiskey and a firm handshake. While his surgery was scheduled for the beginning of November, it got pushed back to December. Is it fate that directed his urologist not to be available for that extra 30 days? You might say so when you learn this:

I'm Pregnant.

How's that for a bit of irony?

What a learning opportunity this will be.

My mother said something to me the other day which brought tears to my eyes- and if you know my mom, she is not one to say warm and fuzzy things. She said, after a long pause, "Even though you always said you wanted only one child...you are such a kind and nurturing person that having another baby is only going to make your family stronger." By golly, not only did I start to cry, but then I realized that to my mom, learning about having another grandchild was like that scene in 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer', where Hermey the elf pulls out all the teeth of the Abominable Snowman and then he became all nice. Again...irony.

So, if you are a believer in karma, fate, destiny, would like to hear more similies about how my family's actions relate to those in the magical world of claymation, or love a good dose of dramatic irony, stick around Ce Soir ou Jamais (which you do know means 'it's now or never', right my Elvis fan friends?) for more updates. (And here you were getting all bored with my blog!!)