I think I found the talk button here.
I would just like to say that I love hearing what each and everyone of you has to say on the UC topic. Every opinion out there matters, and just adds to my "findings". More that I can add or subtract from the list.
That being said, let me say that I cannot believe that I haven't recieved a single comment on the story of the woman cutting off her uncle's penis because he wouldn't leave his wife (a.k.a her aunt) for her. Craziness! How desensitized has this country become? Am I really that sheltered? I mean, the last time (and only time as far as I know....) that something like this happened was 12 years ago in 1993. So something like this happens again, I would expect it to be a little more of a topic to discuss.... Especially among women, who have used the saying "I'll show you a Lorena Bobbitt.." for the past 12 years, and now some woman actually HAS!!
Bah, I guess I just have a little different sense of humor than most!
Too tired now....speech shutting down. Must sleep. Me Talk later. Bye.
February 25, 2005
February 23, 2005
I Never Realized....
Wow! I got more comments on my "Uber Chick" blog than any other time at all. I would like to clear one thing up though, just to be clear, never take anything I say here to heart. Most of the time, what I write is just randomness and meaningless dribble that I have to get out of my head, otherwise it will swirl around with all the other crap floating in there, and eventually turn into some murky, eeewwwy, slimy mess that I will wind up having to clean out of the drains with a disgusted look and a LOT of brain-O. And I don't know if you've been to the market lately, but the price on Brain-O has gotten quite high.
Hehehe, I'm quite impressed with the response though. I like to hear what everyone has to say on this UC theory of mine. I forgot to mention in the "manual" that sex is not a major factor. What I was trying to get across is that first and foremost, being the guys friend, and genuinly showing interest in what excites him if the key. If a guy feels that he can turn to you with his problems, and that you will actually listen and understand what he is trying to convey without judgement, and if he feels that he can get excited about whatever "stupid" thing he is into without the typical "oh my god, why don't you grow up?" attitude, you are going to earn a lot of respect, and hopefully, a meaningful relationship. Take the whole Mars, Venus guidlines, and reverse it, flip it, and tailor it to men, not women. There ya go. (Not that I've ever read the whole Mars, Venus crap....I have just heard enough of it through my years on this planet to basically piece it all together. Think Grandpa Simpson, and his version of history pieced together from sugar packets!)
Well, here's a completely off the wall subject matter that will make you forget everything I just said. For those of you in the "Lower 48", as we Alaskans call it, that don't ever hear any news out of Alaska other than ANWR crap, here's a local story of immense humor and interest. A little disturbing, mainly painful for men, but made me laugh so damn hard I literally fell out of my chair! (Honestly, I did fall out of my chair laughing so hard!)
http://www.ktuu.com/CMS/templates/master.asp?articleid=11804&zoneid=4
http://www.adn.com/news/alaska/story/6199773p-6070768c.html
The second article goes more in depth, and is the article that made me laugh so damn hard. I know, it's probably evil for me to find it so hilarious, but just know that I'm not finding it funny because of what happened to the guy, but rather that something like this happened here in Alaska. And the way the reporters portray the whole thing, it's just hilarious to me! Enjoy!
Well, it's time for bed. It's exactly midnight now, and I have to get up with the kids in the morning.
Until later, don't take life so seriously!! If you can't laugh, what's the point??
Hehehe, I'm quite impressed with the response though. I like to hear what everyone has to say on this UC theory of mine. I forgot to mention in the "manual" that sex is not a major factor. What I was trying to get across is that first and foremost, being the guys friend, and genuinly showing interest in what excites him if the key. If a guy feels that he can turn to you with his problems, and that you will actually listen and understand what he is trying to convey without judgement, and if he feels that he can get excited about whatever "stupid" thing he is into without the typical "oh my god, why don't you grow up?" attitude, you are going to earn a lot of respect, and hopefully, a meaningful relationship. Take the whole Mars, Venus guidlines, and reverse it, flip it, and tailor it to men, not women. There ya go. (Not that I've ever read the whole Mars, Venus crap....I have just heard enough of it through my years on this planet to basically piece it all together. Think Grandpa Simpson, and his version of history pieced together from sugar packets!)
Well, here's a completely off the wall subject matter that will make you forget everything I just said. For those of you in the "Lower 48", as we Alaskans call it, that don't ever hear any news out of Alaska other than ANWR crap, here's a local story of immense humor and interest. A little disturbing, mainly painful for men, but made me laugh so damn hard I literally fell out of my chair! (Honestly, I did fall out of my chair laughing so hard!)
http://www.ktuu.com/CMS/templates/master.asp?articleid=11804&zoneid=4
http://www.adn.com/news/alaska/story/6199773p-6070768c.html
The second article goes more in depth, and is the article that made me laugh so damn hard. I know, it's probably evil for me to find it so hilarious, but just know that I'm not finding it funny because of what happened to the guy, but rather that something like this happened here in Alaska. And the way the reporters portray the whole thing, it's just hilarious to me! Enjoy!
Well, it's time for bed. It's exactly midnight now, and I have to get up with the kids in the morning.
Until later, don't take life so seriously!! If you can't laugh, what's the point??
February 21, 2005
(peeks around corner) Is It Safe Yet?
Todays mood: Blah!
This morning could have started off a lot better. I'm sure there are better ways to start the day than getting into an argument with your Baby Daddy over the phone. Didn't help that he hung up on me, which anyone who knows me, knows is my BIGGEST pet peeve. The quickest way to piss me off when we are on the phone is to hang up on me. (And Dave is notorious for hanging up on people!)
Well, I did it. I managed to get the ENTIRE house SPOTLESS! (It'll last for about....hmmm, maybe a few more hours. I'm giving at most, two hours. Dave gets off work in an hour, gets home in 2, so yeah, 2 hours is about right. (rolls eyes) The Sensible Woman who lives in my head told me today "You show me a woman with 4 kids who keeps her house spotless all the time, and I'll show you a woman who's sold her soul to the devil". So I don't feel too bad about my house not ALWAYS being spotless. I mean, it's not like we are living in our own filth or something. Just because there tends to be blankets and pillows all over the place doesn't mean anything other than we are a family who really, REALLY likes to be comfortable.
I should probably explain the woman who lives in my head. There are actually two women who live in my head. (No, I'm not crazy, no, I don't have MPD) There are two sides to my personality, the one being the needy, insecure, "why don't you like me?" part of me...She's the Irrational Chick. Then there's the part of me that is normal, under control, and rational. She's the Sensible Woman.
While in therapy one day, I realized that there are two parts of myself that are constantly butting heads. Somewhere along the way of me attempting to form myself into the "Uber Chick" as I like to call it, my personalities managed to split, andnow they reside in my head as two seperate women. I like to picture the Irrational Chick as being a small woman, curled up on a couch, always on the verge of crying. The Sensible Woman is standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, constantly rolling her eyes at IC, and telling her to "get real". I picture SW in a business suit, skirt-not pants. I don't know why, but I do. IC is more in her pajamas. (This would make a GREAT two woman play!!)
Now to explain "Uber-Chick". UC is my perception of the ultimate woman that ALL men want. Not just one demographic of the species, but ALL of them. This "Uber-Chick" has many, many interests and hobbies, everything from sports (of which she can quote stats with the best of them), to playing computer games and video games. She doesn't mind staying in and chilling at home, yet at the same time she's always up for going out. She's good in groups of people, or one on one. She's the chameleon of the female species, able to switch her tastes to suit the current target of her desire. If the guy she's currently interested in is all country, she goes with the jeans and white t-shirt look and pulls out the Rascal Flatts and Shania Twain CD's. If the guy is a stoner, it's time to pull out the funny t-shirts and comfortable pants, and the Bob Marley and Presidents Of The United States CD's. If the guy is one of those "Pretty Boys", a little studying goes into him. Most of the time, the music is Hip-Hop or Pop, sometimes it's Techno though, so be careful with them. The look is ALWAYS pampered with the most fashionable appearance. You need to be groomed at all time with this guy.
The BIGGEST key to being an "Uber-Chick" is to be a girl, but at the same time be one of the guys. You never flip out or get emotional. You have to be able to get inside a guys mind, which, by the way is AMAZINGLY easy to navigate. You have to be understanding that guys need porn, and no matter how amazing of a sex life you have with one, he's going to masturbate pretty much everyday. You might not catch him, or ever really figure out when, but he does. He might be the best hiding his mags or movies, but trust me, they are there. Guys are always going to look at other chicks, and you have to be know and be secure enough to know that it doesn't mean he thinks your fat, or ugly, or anything else like that. It's just that he's a guy. If you can hang out with him and his friends, and always be cool if they want to hang out without you and know that it doesn't mean that he thinks your too clingy, then you've got it made. These are the rules I put forth for myself in being an "Uber-Chick". Of course, only one guy ever caught on to it....he was the one who coined the term "Chameleon". Of course, he was also the guy that I found out later on was a private investigator, had seen me in the bar one night, decided he really liked me ( without me being aware at that point), and then set out to learn as much as he could about me. That relationship soured VERY quickly when I caught him in my house when he thought I wasn't home. That's the thing about being an UC, most of the time, you find out real quick that the guy you like is really really,....ummm, psycho? I think that's the word... But, you do manage to pick up quite a good number of male friends along the way. (most of whom probably just want to sleep with you, but that's okay, it's all the more power you weild if you do it right!) ;)
So, now that I've given away some of my secrets, I think that's enough of a post for today. I might be back on later, but I doubt it. I plan on getting sucked into EQ after dinner. I have a level 27 Shadow Knight that I have to get to 30 real soon. Wish me luck!
Until next time, =-P
This morning could have started off a lot better. I'm sure there are better ways to start the day than getting into an argument with your Baby Daddy over the phone. Didn't help that he hung up on me, which anyone who knows me, knows is my BIGGEST pet peeve. The quickest way to piss me off when we are on the phone is to hang up on me. (And Dave is notorious for hanging up on people!)
Well, I did it. I managed to get the ENTIRE house SPOTLESS! (It'll last for about....hmmm, maybe a few more hours. I'm giving at most, two hours. Dave gets off work in an hour, gets home in 2, so yeah, 2 hours is about right. (rolls eyes) The Sensible Woman who lives in my head told me today "You show me a woman with 4 kids who keeps her house spotless all the time, and I'll show you a woman who's sold her soul to the devil". So I don't feel too bad about my house not ALWAYS being spotless. I mean, it's not like we are living in our own filth or something. Just because there tends to be blankets and pillows all over the place doesn't mean anything other than we are a family who really, REALLY likes to be comfortable.
I should probably explain the woman who lives in my head. There are actually two women who live in my head. (No, I'm not crazy, no, I don't have MPD) There are two sides to my personality, the one being the needy, insecure, "why don't you like me?" part of me...She's the Irrational Chick. Then there's the part of me that is normal, under control, and rational. She's the Sensible Woman.
While in therapy one day, I realized that there are two parts of myself that are constantly butting heads. Somewhere along the way of me attempting to form myself into the "Uber Chick" as I like to call it, my personalities managed to split, andnow they reside in my head as two seperate women. I like to picture the Irrational Chick as being a small woman, curled up on a couch, always on the verge of crying. The Sensible Woman is standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, constantly rolling her eyes at IC, and telling her to "get real". I picture SW in a business suit, skirt-not pants. I don't know why, but I do. IC is more in her pajamas. (This would make a GREAT two woman play!!)
Now to explain "Uber-Chick". UC is my perception of the ultimate woman that ALL men want. Not just one demographic of the species, but ALL of them. This "Uber-Chick" has many, many interests and hobbies, everything from sports (of which she can quote stats with the best of them), to playing computer games and video games. She doesn't mind staying in and chilling at home, yet at the same time she's always up for going out. She's good in groups of people, or one on one. She's the chameleon of the female species, able to switch her tastes to suit the current target of her desire. If the guy she's currently interested in is all country, she goes with the jeans and white t-shirt look and pulls out the Rascal Flatts and Shania Twain CD's. If the guy is a stoner, it's time to pull out the funny t-shirts and comfortable pants, and the Bob Marley and Presidents Of The United States CD's. If the guy is one of those "Pretty Boys", a little studying goes into him. Most of the time, the music is Hip-Hop or Pop, sometimes it's Techno though, so be careful with them. The look is ALWAYS pampered with the most fashionable appearance. You need to be groomed at all time with this guy.
The BIGGEST key to being an "Uber-Chick" is to be a girl, but at the same time be one of the guys. You never flip out or get emotional. You have to be able to get inside a guys mind, which, by the way is AMAZINGLY easy to navigate. You have to be understanding that guys need porn, and no matter how amazing of a sex life you have with one, he's going to masturbate pretty much everyday. You might not catch him, or ever really figure out when, but he does. He might be the best hiding his mags or movies, but trust me, they are there. Guys are always going to look at other chicks, and you have to be know and be secure enough to know that it doesn't mean he thinks your fat, or ugly, or anything else like that. It's just that he's a guy. If you can hang out with him and his friends, and always be cool if they want to hang out without you and know that it doesn't mean that he thinks your too clingy, then you've got it made. These are the rules I put forth for myself in being an "Uber-Chick". Of course, only one guy ever caught on to it....he was the one who coined the term "Chameleon". Of course, he was also the guy that I found out later on was a private investigator, had seen me in the bar one night, decided he really liked me ( without me being aware at that point), and then set out to learn as much as he could about me. That relationship soured VERY quickly when I caught him in my house when he thought I wasn't home. That's the thing about being an UC, most of the time, you find out real quick that the guy you like is really really,....ummm, psycho? I think that's the word... But, you do manage to pick up quite a good number of male friends along the way. (most of whom probably just want to sleep with you, but that's okay, it's all the more power you weild if you do it right!) ;)
So, now that I've given away some of my secrets, I think that's enough of a post for today. I might be back on later, but I doubt it. I plan on getting sucked into EQ after dinner. I have a level 27 Shadow Knight that I have to get to 30 real soon. Wish me luck!
Until next time, =-P
February 20, 2005
Things That Piss Me Off!!
I'm going to start with the number one thing on my list, right this moment, of things that REALLY piss me off.
For starters, there are really RUDE neighbors that don't know common courtesy of when the hell to SHUT UP and be quiet. No, this in not a problem with my awesome neighbors J & K, who I could only WISH lived right next door to me, but the neighbors who do in fact live RIGHT NEXT DOOR, and who have kept me awake all night.....current time, 5:48 a.m. Mainly, it's just been a LOT of yelling and banging around, music on and off, but it's mainly the banging that's kept me awake. The vibrations through the building.
Which leads me to #2 on my current list of things that piss me off...people who say they will do something, then do the complete opposite. Like when I went and knocked on their door, and asked them to keep it down, explaining that I have 4 kids, and I would like to get SOME sleep this weekend. They said "sure, no problem"....then got LOUDER!!!
Brings me to #3...The police department and their ignorance. I understand that it's a Saturday night, and I'm sure that their is a lot going on out there in our cold ass city tonight, but spare one cop to come out and tell these damn people to shut the fuck up, please. An ounce of prevention.... I think the last thing this world wants right now is a VERY tired, and EXTREMELY pissed off mother of 4 kids. Who knows who I'm gonna blow up at! (Doesn't help that I'm also PMSing hardcore either!!)
#4 I managed to fall asleep for about 20 minutes around 4:15, but then the baby woke up, and Dave decided that instead of getting out of the bed and walking to the crib, that he would instead basically ROLL OVER ME/CRAWL OVER ME, and in the process, wake me up. Thanks. (This, after bitching all night about me coming to bed)
#5- Don't complain to me that you have a HORRIBLE tooth ache and need to see a dentist desperately, then eat chocolate all night. And when I say all night, I mean ALL NIGHT. He wakes up slighty, reaches for a chocolate. Rolls over, reaches for a chocolate. I'm serious, he keeps the damn candy next to the bed. Uh, hello? No wonder your damn teeth are splitting. It's all the SUGAR!!!!
You ever reach the point to where you are SO damn tired, but once you pass a certain point you just CAN'T go to sleep? That's where I'm at right now...the noise level has FINALLY gone down, but I know that I am so irritated at this point, that there doesn't seem to be much hope for me going to sleep. And the worst part is, Dave has to work tomorrow, and so I'll be stuck, awake, taking care of the kids. FUN! (Sorry kids, looks like mom is going to be really cranky tomorrow)
#6- I'm just throwing this one in here because it just popped into my head, but for the love of God, if I NEVER nag you about doing the things you like, if I NEVER nag you about spending time doing what you want to do, DON'T DO IT TO ME! I NEVER ask to go out, I don't go to the bar, I don't go out with friends-even if they beg me, the only time I ask to spend money is for the house-(even when he gives me money and tells me DON'T spend it on stuff for the house or groceries, I still do anyway). I don't get time for myself, so don't piss me off by constantly complaining if I decide to spend an HOUR or two playing a damn computer game. Considering that my ENTIRE life is centered around YOU, and I live my life taking care you and our kids while no one does anything for me, I think I should be entitled to a damn computer game! It's not like it's all consuming or something! And should I decide to take a "day off" and zone into the computer game, it's so RARE that it really shouldn't be an issue. Not some life altering moment that you need to sit and bitch about all damn night and into the next day.
#7 don't do the dishes or clean a room in the house one night every two weeks when I do it every damn day then expect to be able to throw it in my face..."Well I cleaned the house!" No you didn't. You did the dishes. woo-hoo. Thanks, I appreciate it, but woo-hoo. Do you know how many loads of dishes I do in one day? Okay, so you picked up the clutter in the living room. Ummm, who's stuff did you have to pick up? Yours. Did you do any of the chores that are designated as "yours"? You know, the ones that you are "supposed" to do? The ones that I never nag you about because I understand that you work and I don't and that you are supporting our family while I stay at home every day and I wind up doing anyway? Did you do those ones?
#8 Please, I beg of you, don't take your clothes off and leave them on the floor (or stewn acroos the house) when there is a laundry basket less than a FOOT away from where you are leaving them. I'm sure if I actually measured, it would be less than 6" away from the basket. I'm sure you think this is "technically" in the basket, but it's not. Let's use a sports analagy here....Orlando Magic playing L.A. Lakers. Lakers are up by one point. Shaq goes to shoot the ball off a rebound, as he lets go of the ball the buzzer sounds...ball is flying through the air....heading for the basket.... he misses by 4 inches. Do the Magic win the game? That's a stupid question isn't it? There is no "technically" in the basket. There is no Ref that's going to blow his whistle and say "Well, I got into a fight with my wife last night, and I think that he 'Technically' made the points." Uh uh. Not going to happen. I don't care if you have to think your Shaq every night in order to get the damn pants in the basket, just do it. There you go. You are now Shaq, taking a Nike endorsement. Just Do It.
There's a whole lot more out there that pisses me off, but I'll have to save it for another night when I'm not dually pissed off at my neighbors and at my boyfriend at the same time. I'm sure there's a redundancy in there somewhere, but I am at the point that I just don't care. I don't even think I have the patience to run a spell check and do a self grammar check tonight. I think this is going up in all it's PO splendour. (The neighbors are starting to argue again...damn them! What I wouldn't give to live out in the middle of NO WHERE right about now!!)
Intil later, BLAH!
For starters, there are really RUDE neighbors that don't know common courtesy of when the hell to SHUT UP and be quiet. No, this in not a problem with my awesome neighbors J & K, who I could only WISH lived right next door to me, but the neighbors who do in fact live RIGHT NEXT DOOR, and who have kept me awake all night.....current time, 5:48 a.m. Mainly, it's just been a LOT of yelling and banging around, music on and off, but it's mainly the banging that's kept me awake. The vibrations through the building.
Which leads me to #2 on my current list of things that piss me off...people who say they will do something, then do the complete opposite. Like when I went and knocked on their door, and asked them to keep it down, explaining that I have 4 kids, and I would like to get SOME sleep this weekend. They said "sure, no problem"....then got LOUDER!!!
Brings me to #3...The police department and their ignorance. I understand that it's a Saturday night, and I'm sure that their is a lot going on out there in our cold ass city tonight, but spare one cop to come out and tell these damn people to shut the fuck up, please. An ounce of prevention.... I think the last thing this world wants right now is a VERY tired, and EXTREMELY pissed off mother of 4 kids. Who knows who I'm gonna blow up at! (Doesn't help that I'm also PMSing hardcore either!!)
#4 I managed to fall asleep for about 20 minutes around 4:15, but then the baby woke up, and Dave decided that instead of getting out of the bed and walking to the crib, that he would instead basically ROLL OVER ME/CRAWL OVER ME, and in the process, wake me up. Thanks. (This, after bitching all night about me coming to bed)
#5- Don't complain to me that you have a HORRIBLE tooth ache and need to see a dentist desperately, then eat chocolate all night. And when I say all night, I mean ALL NIGHT. He wakes up slighty, reaches for a chocolate. Rolls over, reaches for a chocolate. I'm serious, he keeps the damn candy next to the bed. Uh, hello? No wonder your damn teeth are splitting. It's all the SUGAR!!!!
You ever reach the point to where you are SO damn tired, but once you pass a certain point you just CAN'T go to sleep? That's where I'm at right now...the noise level has FINALLY gone down, but I know that I am so irritated at this point, that there doesn't seem to be much hope for me going to sleep. And the worst part is, Dave has to work tomorrow, and so I'll be stuck, awake, taking care of the kids. FUN! (Sorry kids, looks like mom is going to be really cranky tomorrow)
#6- I'm just throwing this one in here because it just popped into my head, but for the love of God, if I NEVER nag you about doing the things you like, if I NEVER nag you about spending time doing what you want to do, DON'T DO IT TO ME! I NEVER ask to go out, I don't go to the bar, I don't go out with friends-even if they beg me, the only time I ask to spend money is for the house-(even when he gives me money and tells me DON'T spend it on stuff for the house or groceries, I still do anyway). I don't get time for myself, so don't piss me off by constantly complaining if I decide to spend an HOUR or two playing a damn computer game. Considering that my ENTIRE life is centered around YOU, and I live my life taking care you and our kids while no one does anything for me, I think I should be entitled to a damn computer game! It's not like it's all consuming or something! And should I decide to take a "day off" and zone into the computer game, it's so RARE that it really shouldn't be an issue. Not some life altering moment that you need to sit and bitch about all damn night and into the next day.
#7 don't do the dishes or clean a room in the house one night every two weeks when I do it every damn day then expect to be able to throw it in my face..."Well I cleaned the house!" No you didn't. You did the dishes. woo-hoo. Thanks, I appreciate it, but woo-hoo. Do you know how many loads of dishes I do in one day? Okay, so you picked up the clutter in the living room. Ummm, who's stuff did you have to pick up? Yours. Did you do any of the chores that are designated as "yours"? You know, the ones that you are "supposed" to do? The ones that I never nag you about because I understand that you work and I don't and that you are supporting our family while I stay at home every day and I wind up doing anyway? Did you do those ones?
#8 Please, I beg of you, don't take your clothes off and leave them on the floor (or stewn acroos the house) when there is a laundry basket less than a FOOT away from where you are leaving them. I'm sure if I actually measured, it would be less than 6" away from the basket. I'm sure you think this is "technically" in the basket, but it's not. Let's use a sports analagy here....Orlando Magic playing L.A. Lakers. Lakers are up by one point. Shaq goes to shoot the ball off a rebound, as he lets go of the ball the buzzer sounds...ball is flying through the air....heading for the basket.... he misses by 4 inches. Do the Magic win the game? That's a stupid question isn't it? There is no "technically" in the basket. There is no Ref that's going to blow his whistle and say "Well, I got into a fight with my wife last night, and I think that he 'Technically' made the points." Uh uh. Not going to happen. I don't care if you have to think your Shaq every night in order to get the damn pants in the basket, just do it. There you go. You are now Shaq, taking a Nike endorsement. Just Do It.
There's a whole lot more out there that pisses me off, but I'll have to save it for another night when I'm not dually pissed off at my neighbors and at my boyfriend at the same time. I'm sure there's a redundancy in there somewhere, but I am at the point that I just don't care. I don't even think I have the patience to run a spell check and do a self grammar check tonight. I think this is going up in all it's PO splendour. (The neighbors are starting to argue again...damn them! What I wouldn't give to live out in the middle of NO WHERE right about now!!)
Intil later, BLAH!
February 13, 2005
YAY! I Can Sleep!
Woo-Hoo! We got a new bed today! Thank you my wonderful, loving BF/Hubby/Baby Daddy! I no longer have to sleep on that damn futon. It was so pathetic; we had not one, but TWO futon mattress’ on there. And we could still feel the metal bars. So my honey, who had his own ulterior motive because his back has been killing him, took us out and bought us a brand new bed! And he also said that at the end of the month, he’s going to get my bed frame that I’ve been drooling over for the past year. Solid oak sleigh bed. Yeah baby! :)
That’s about the excitement of my day. Other than the fact that I have no more pain, other than the body aches of sleeping on a crappy bed, of which I will no longer have to deal with! Yay!
Until later, Ciao Baby!!
That’s about the excitement of my day. Other than the fact that I have no more pain, other than the body aches of sleeping on a crappy bed, of which I will no longer have to deal with! Yay!
Until later, Ciao Baby!!
Oh My God, I Did It!!
Woo-Hoo! Pictures are up!
Http://Photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80
There are a lot of pictures on there, some of them I didn't really want to take the time to edit, they seem fine enough on their own. Also, in the Album Super Bowl Sunday, there's a picture of me and the baby, I look like CRAP!! (Because I was slightly protesting not getting to stay home and watch the game!) lol
Well, I think I managed to flush all the toxins out of my body. I didn't go to the ER, but I did go to the store and buy two bottles of cranberry juice, and I drank a LOT of water! Which, btw, brings up the fact that I WILL tell you the secret to the whole cranberry juice thing....No one ever tells you that if you are going to drink cranberry juice for an infection, that you have to drink two glasses of water after each glass of cranberry juice. Cranberry juice will dehydrate you like nothing else, which in turn, seriously aggrivates an infection! I found this out the hard way, when after drinking an entire gallon bottle of cranberry juice a few years back, I wound up in the hospital where they had to put 4 I.V. bags in me before they could do anything. I always wonder why no one tells you the important things!
I'm over my temper tantrum with Dave. My mind has a way of guilt tripping me when I sleep, and when I don't talk my issues out with the people that I have them with, I wind up having the most F'ed up dreams involving who I have issues with. It's worse than having a Jewish Mother In Law!! :)
Well, that's it for now. I'm sure I will be on later, to tell you more about what's going on in my "exciting" life! ;)
Until then, Ciao Baby!
Http://Photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80
There are a lot of pictures on there, some of them I didn't really want to take the time to edit, they seem fine enough on their own. Also, in the Album Super Bowl Sunday, there's a picture of me and the baby, I look like CRAP!! (Because I was slightly protesting not getting to stay home and watch the game!) lol
Well, I think I managed to flush all the toxins out of my body. I didn't go to the ER, but I did go to the store and buy two bottles of cranberry juice, and I drank a LOT of water! Which, btw, brings up the fact that I WILL tell you the secret to the whole cranberry juice thing....No one ever tells you that if you are going to drink cranberry juice for an infection, that you have to drink two glasses of water after each glass of cranberry juice. Cranberry juice will dehydrate you like nothing else, which in turn, seriously aggrivates an infection! I found this out the hard way, when after drinking an entire gallon bottle of cranberry juice a few years back, I wound up in the hospital where they had to put 4 I.V. bags in me before they could do anything. I always wonder why no one tells you the important things!
I'm over my temper tantrum with Dave. My mind has a way of guilt tripping me when I sleep, and when I don't talk my issues out with the people that I have them with, I wind up having the most F'ed up dreams involving who I have issues with. It's worse than having a Jewish Mother In Law!! :)
Well, that's it for now. I'm sure I will be on later, to tell you more about what's going on in my "exciting" life! ;)
Until then, Ciao Baby!
February 11, 2005
Men Are Such Babies!
No pictures yet, and I'll explain why in a sec.
This morning, I wake up with a raging kidney infection. I know it's a kidney infection because I've been through this SOOO many times. I was unable to get out of bed because I hurt so much. I called Mary, the vile woman, and told her I would be unable to bring Jennifer in the morning, that I would have her there by noon though. I explained that I had a kidney infection, had been up most of the night, Jenny had a bad dream last night, had been up half the night, and we needed to sleep a little bit longer. Thank god LeeAnna gets herself up in the morning, and when she came in at 7:30 to ask if she could take a shower, I told her yes, but she needed to be extremely quick about it. She finished up by 8, and when she got out, I asked her to wake her brother up and tell him to get ready. When she went into his room, I heard him wake up, and start crying because he just really doesn't feel good. When he wakes up like that, I know he's not faking, so I said he could stay home. Now I had to get out of bed to call the school and let them know. I asked LeeAnna if she really wanted to go to school, or if she would mind staying home and helping me out. She really wanted to go to school. Okay.
At 9:30 Dave calls me and asks me to look for his keys. He can't find his keys. This is very important because both the shop keys are on his chain. Very important keys. I look around, look through all 5 of his work jackets that are here, look everywhere they would be if they were here. I go out into the cold, look through the van. No keys. He calls back, asking me if I looked here, or did I look there, which I did, and I assure him that I understand how important those keys are, and that if I had found them, I would call him. He says he's afraid he lost them in the parking lot at either his work, or the grocery store. I call the grocery store to ask if they had any keys that had been turned in the night before. Nope. Yay. That means that his keys were on the ground at his work. They plowed the parking lot this morning. Which means that his keys are now somewhere in the snowbank behind his work. HUGE SNOWBANK!!! Seems every 30 minutes he's calling to check on the status of looking for his keys. Remember now, I have a horrible kidney infection that makes it hurt real bad to breath, let alone wander around our house.
I get online to search for doctors that are covered on my new insurance. Find out that I got the "deductible" insurance instead of the co-pay, which means that I will have to pay for the entire visit completely out of pocket. I have no money. YAY! This is a good day. I can't go see a doctor. I've been contemplating all day if I should go to the ER. I can go there for only $50. It would be cheaper.
This is the part where I get to Dave's role.
I've never said anything but wonderful, caring, and loving things about this man of mine. So, it was only a matter of time that he would do something to piss me off enough to get on here and rant and rave to the whole world (Okay, so not the whole world, but my little one, nonetheless!). For the past month, I have been the most wonderful, caring, non-nagging GF/Wife/Baby Momma that a guy could ever ask for. I rub his back everynight when he's falling asleep, have dinner ready when he gets home, keeping the house spotless, laundry done. I haven't nagged him about a damn thing, not even taking out the trash, or emptying the cat litter box (which, since it's his damn cat, is his damn job!). I've been taking care of everything. I keep reminding myself that he's working 2 jobs to support us and get out of debt so we can buy our own house soon. Then he gets a damn cold.
Most women who are in a relationship know that when a man gets even the smallest cold, they become completely incapacitated. Whining, complaining, and completely helpless, they essentially turn into babys.
But, when a few days into his cold, when I have been OH SO UNDERSTANDING and completely sympathetic, I should develop a kidney infection, suddenly it's a match game. I mention how I am in so much pain right now and he has to tell me how miserable he is. Thanks for downplaying my infection and making it all about you again. (I do have to mention here that he did ask his mom to watch the baby for the night so we could rest tonight) Then, when I ask for him to get the Tylenol for me, because I have a pounding head-ache, and can't take Advil (It's filtered through the kidneys....not good with a kidney infection), when he can't find the damn bottle, I get major attitude, like he's breaking his back to take care of me or something.
Today was little man's 4 month check up, and while he was just adorable as ever at his appointment, so much so that the poor nurse felt so bad about having to give him a shot, she said she couldn't look at him and could I please lean over him while she does it?? (He only cried for about 2 seconds after the shot, then gave her a big smile to let her know he wasn't mad at her!!) He was all fine and dandy until 6 p.m. when Dave's mom is supposed to show up to pick him up. Then he just starts wailing. Poor little guy. His mom and sister arrive, take the baby, say it will be fine. 10 p.m. his mom calls and you can barely hear her over him screaming in the back-ground. I say bring him home, he more than likely just misses Mommy. She's on her way. She gets here, and he's happy again. Go figure.
Oh did I forget to mention that over the course of the day, my kidney infection is now in BOTH kidneys? Not just one side, but both. Greeeeaaaaaat! I'm definitely going to the ER tomorrow. I don't care if I still can't find a babysitter and I have to drag all 4 with me, I'm going damn it.
So there you have it. My wonderful day. No pics yet, but maybe if I'm lucky I will be able to get them up before Aaron graduates from Yale. I'm not holding my breath though!
Until next time, Ciao Baby! (And here's a tip.....drink WATER!!! And LOTS of it!)
P.S.~ I forgot to mention that we did find his keys. In my seriously pain induced haze, I didn't see them under all the valentines candy on the kitchen table. Heave a huge sigh of relief.
I also left out the fact that Adam, my poor little guy, has been so miserable all day. Just laying there, not doing anything, sleeping on and off all day. I hope he gets better soon.
And I would like to say again, how completely pissed off I am that my own BF/Hubby/Baby Daddy is being such a prick about all this just because "he doesn't feel good"........ I stick my tongue out at him!!
This morning, I wake up with a raging kidney infection. I know it's a kidney infection because I've been through this SOOO many times. I was unable to get out of bed because I hurt so much. I called Mary, the vile woman, and told her I would be unable to bring Jennifer in the morning, that I would have her there by noon though. I explained that I had a kidney infection, had been up most of the night, Jenny had a bad dream last night, had been up half the night, and we needed to sleep a little bit longer. Thank god LeeAnna gets herself up in the morning, and when she came in at 7:30 to ask if she could take a shower, I told her yes, but she needed to be extremely quick about it. She finished up by 8, and when she got out, I asked her to wake her brother up and tell him to get ready. When she went into his room, I heard him wake up, and start crying because he just really doesn't feel good. When he wakes up like that, I know he's not faking, so I said he could stay home. Now I had to get out of bed to call the school and let them know. I asked LeeAnna if she really wanted to go to school, or if she would mind staying home and helping me out. She really wanted to go to school. Okay.
At 9:30 Dave calls me and asks me to look for his keys. He can't find his keys. This is very important because both the shop keys are on his chain. Very important keys. I look around, look through all 5 of his work jackets that are here, look everywhere they would be if they were here. I go out into the cold, look through the van. No keys. He calls back, asking me if I looked here, or did I look there, which I did, and I assure him that I understand how important those keys are, and that if I had found them, I would call him. He says he's afraid he lost them in the parking lot at either his work, or the grocery store. I call the grocery store to ask if they had any keys that had been turned in the night before. Nope. Yay. That means that his keys were on the ground at his work. They plowed the parking lot this morning. Which means that his keys are now somewhere in the snowbank behind his work. HUGE SNOWBANK!!! Seems every 30 minutes he's calling to check on the status of looking for his keys. Remember now, I have a horrible kidney infection that makes it hurt real bad to breath, let alone wander around our house.
I get online to search for doctors that are covered on my new insurance. Find out that I got the "deductible" insurance instead of the co-pay, which means that I will have to pay for the entire visit completely out of pocket. I have no money. YAY! This is a good day. I can't go see a doctor. I've been contemplating all day if I should go to the ER. I can go there for only $50. It would be cheaper.
This is the part where I get to Dave's role.
I've never said anything but wonderful, caring, and loving things about this man of mine. So, it was only a matter of time that he would do something to piss me off enough to get on here and rant and rave to the whole world (Okay, so not the whole world, but my little one, nonetheless!). For the past month, I have been the most wonderful, caring, non-nagging GF/Wife/Baby Momma that a guy could ever ask for. I rub his back everynight when he's falling asleep, have dinner ready when he gets home, keeping the house spotless, laundry done. I haven't nagged him about a damn thing, not even taking out the trash, or emptying the cat litter box (which, since it's his damn cat, is his damn job!). I've been taking care of everything. I keep reminding myself that he's working 2 jobs to support us and get out of debt so we can buy our own house soon. Then he gets a damn cold.
Most women who are in a relationship know that when a man gets even the smallest cold, they become completely incapacitated. Whining, complaining, and completely helpless, they essentially turn into babys.
But, when a few days into his cold, when I have been OH SO UNDERSTANDING and completely sympathetic, I should develop a kidney infection, suddenly it's a match game. I mention how I am in so much pain right now and he has to tell me how miserable he is. Thanks for downplaying my infection and making it all about you again. (I do have to mention here that he did ask his mom to watch the baby for the night so we could rest tonight) Then, when I ask for him to get the Tylenol for me, because I have a pounding head-ache, and can't take Advil (It's filtered through the kidneys....not good with a kidney infection), when he can't find the damn bottle, I get major attitude, like he's breaking his back to take care of me or something.
Today was little man's 4 month check up, and while he was just adorable as ever at his appointment, so much so that the poor nurse felt so bad about having to give him a shot, she said she couldn't look at him and could I please lean over him while she does it?? (He only cried for about 2 seconds after the shot, then gave her a big smile to let her know he wasn't mad at her!!) He was all fine and dandy until 6 p.m. when Dave's mom is supposed to show up to pick him up. Then he just starts wailing. Poor little guy. His mom and sister arrive, take the baby, say it will be fine. 10 p.m. his mom calls and you can barely hear her over him screaming in the back-ground. I say bring him home, he more than likely just misses Mommy. She's on her way. She gets here, and he's happy again. Go figure.
Oh did I forget to mention that over the course of the day, my kidney infection is now in BOTH kidneys? Not just one side, but both. Greeeeaaaaaat! I'm definitely going to the ER tomorrow. I don't care if I still can't find a babysitter and I have to drag all 4 with me, I'm going damn it.
So there you have it. My wonderful day. No pics yet, but maybe if I'm lucky I will be able to get them up before Aaron graduates from Yale. I'm not holding my breath though!
Until next time, Ciao Baby! (And here's a tip.....drink WATER!!! And LOTS of it!)
P.S.~ I forgot to mention that we did find his keys. In my seriously pain induced haze, I didn't see them under all the valentines candy on the kitchen table. Heave a huge sigh of relief.
I also left out the fact that Adam, my poor little guy, has been so miserable all day. Just laying there, not doing anything, sleeping on and off all day. I hope he gets better soon.
And I would like to say again, how completely pissed off I am that my own BF/Hubby/Baby Daddy is being such a prick about all this just because "he doesn't feel good"........ I stick my tongue out at him!!
February 10, 2005
Update
Okay, since I know that everyone out there has anxiously been awaiting my post about how my interview with the custody investigator went, I'll start with that. If you decide to read any further than that, I thank you! lol
I'm very glad that I got to see the investigator first. The wench doesn't have her first visit until Tuesday. I had a change to sit and talk to her, and give her my side of the whole story first. I am a firm believer in "first impressions". I was advised by my lawyer that the best tactic to take with the investigator's office is one of "I have no problem with Jenny seeing her, nor am I trying to take away visitation from her, I just don't feel that there needs to be an order in place telling me when and where she will see her." and that my main concern is that "She has over-stepped the boundary several times now, even going so far as having to be reminded by the judge that she is NOT Jenny's mother, that I am. (Of course, when this is all over, it's at my whole discretion to cut off contact completely if I see fit!) So, I'm feeling very confident about this. The investigators aren't supposed to let on to which they are swaying, but I got a very positive vibe from her, especially when she said "I don't understand why she has any rights at all!"
I also mentioned how well Jenny has done during the time that she was strictly with me when The vile woman hurt her back. So, keep sending those good vibes my way!
Oh, also, my final interview isn't until April, so I'm hoping to be done with all this by June. That would be just a great way to start the summer!
Okay, so now onto the rest of my BORING day/life........
The one part of my body that I have ALWAYS been so proud of is my hands. I constantly get compliments about them. The skin is very soft, and my nails are very well taken care of. I'm very happy when I go to a nail salon....which is EXTREMELY RARE.....and all they have to do is a gentle massage and a coat of paint. Sometimes I might get an airbrush design, but that's only if I really feel like splurging.
Well, that's all changed now.
Two days ago one of my nails cracked, and my nail file wasn't at my desk. Seems that my oldest daughter, who has begun taking my stuff without asking, and not putting them back (like the hairbrush that she lost....so now we are brushless), took my nail file off of my desk, and didn't return it to it's spot. I'm the type of person that when one nail is short, they all have to be filed down to as close to the shortest one as possible without looking like I bite my nails. Well, I'm also the type of person that when one of my nails is rough, from being cracked or chipped or whatever, I have to file it immediately or else I will chew it in a vain attempt to make it less irritating. With no nail file present, and none in the immediate area, and no hope of finding the one she lost, I began to chew. Next thing I know, I have NO NAILS!!!! The lack of nails is actually quite painful to my finger tips, since it's been so long since my nails were this short!
I know, I know, you're thinking WIMP! What a spoiled BRAT! Oh, that's so GIRLIE! BOO-HOO!! Cry me a river for Pete's sake. But it's the ONLY thing on my body that I don't (or didn't) have issues with. Everything else I hate. I know they will grow back and I know that they will grow back pretty damn fast, as they always do, but for now, I notice the lack of length every friggin' moment. Which means that I will notice the whole time I don't have any kind of length at all.
Anyway, enough of my whining. Tomorrow is little man's 4 month check up. Which means he will not be a happy camper tomorrow night. Shots. Those are always fun. But we will get an official weight check. And, I will have the chance to talk to his doctor, whom I LOVE, about this little boys cough. He's had a cough now for about a month and a half. He doesn't seem to mind it, and he doesn't seem to have a cold, there's no fever, just a cough. But it's becoming more and more frequent. So I will get to talk to her about it.
Oh, yes, and I took some really adorable pictures today of him eating, and watching the snow fall. I know I said yesterday that I would have pictures up, but I am extremely wiped tonight, I'm trying to keep my head from hitting the keyboard. But I'm sure I will have time tomorrow, as I forsee them closing school tomorrow. (It started snowing this morning at 4 a.m. and it's STILL coming down. The roads are HORRIBLE!!) For those of you that live in the south....I stick my tongue out at you in mock "you suck!" mode! (Imagine the scene in Liar Liar when the judge says "Court will reconvene at 1 p.m. and Jim Carrey sticks his tongue out and says "Mugh!" and then runs out of the court room)
Oh yes, and I also wanted to say that for all of you out there, that actually read this, feel free to contact me on the messenger services. On AIM, my screenname is Artgurl21-On Yahoo! it's Trouse_80- On MSN it's Artgurl21@Hotmail.com Don't email me there, I NEVER check it, and don't think the email part of that account is even active anymore. (I always have my messengers up unless I'm on EverQuest, and no one ever talks to me anymore.....(pout,pout)
Well, I know I'm old. I barely made it through the ten o' clock news. But now that it's over, and it's 10:30, it's time for me to head to my uncomfortable bed.
Until tomorrow, Ciao Baby!
I'm very glad that I got to see the investigator first. The wench doesn't have her first visit until Tuesday. I had a change to sit and talk to her, and give her my side of the whole story first. I am a firm believer in "first impressions". I was advised by my lawyer that the best tactic to take with the investigator's office is one of "I have no problem with Jenny seeing her, nor am I trying to take away visitation from her, I just don't feel that there needs to be an order in place telling me when and where she will see her." and that my main concern is that "She has over-stepped the boundary several times now, even going so far as having to be reminded by the judge that she is NOT Jenny's mother, that I am. (Of course, when this is all over, it's at my whole discretion to cut off contact completely if I see fit!) So, I'm feeling very confident about this. The investigators aren't supposed to let on to which they are swaying, but I got a very positive vibe from her, especially when she said "I don't understand why she has any rights at all!"
I also mentioned how well Jenny has done during the time that she was strictly with me when The vile woman hurt her back. So, keep sending those good vibes my way!
Oh, also, my final interview isn't until April, so I'm hoping to be done with all this by June. That would be just a great way to start the summer!
Okay, so now onto the rest of my BORING day/life........
The one part of my body that I have ALWAYS been so proud of is my hands. I constantly get compliments about them. The skin is very soft, and my nails are very well taken care of. I'm very happy when I go to a nail salon....which is EXTREMELY RARE.....and all they have to do is a gentle massage and a coat of paint. Sometimes I might get an airbrush design, but that's only if I really feel like splurging.
Well, that's all changed now.
Two days ago one of my nails cracked, and my nail file wasn't at my desk. Seems that my oldest daughter, who has begun taking my stuff without asking, and not putting them back (like the hairbrush that she lost....so now we are brushless), took my nail file off of my desk, and didn't return it to it's spot. I'm the type of person that when one nail is short, they all have to be filed down to as close to the shortest one as possible without looking like I bite my nails. Well, I'm also the type of person that when one of my nails is rough, from being cracked or chipped or whatever, I have to file it immediately or else I will chew it in a vain attempt to make it less irritating. With no nail file present, and none in the immediate area, and no hope of finding the one she lost, I began to chew. Next thing I know, I have NO NAILS!!!! The lack of nails is actually quite painful to my finger tips, since it's been so long since my nails were this short!
I know, I know, you're thinking WIMP! What a spoiled BRAT! Oh, that's so GIRLIE! BOO-HOO!! Cry me a river for Pete's sake. But it's the ONLY thing on my body that I don't (or didn't) have issues with. Everything else I hate. I know they will grow back and I know that they will grow back pretty damn fast, as they always do, but for now, I notice the lack of length every friggin' moment. Which means that I will notice the whole time I don't have any kind of length at all.
Anyway, enough of my whining. Tomorrow is little man's 4 month check up. Which means he will not be a happy camper tomorrow night. Shots. Those are always fun. But we will get an official weight check. And, I will have the chance to talk to his doctor, whom I LOVE, about this little boys cough. He's had a cough now for about a month and a half. He doesn't seem to mind it, and he doesn't seem to have a cold, there's no fever, just a cough. But it's becoming more and more frequent. So I will get to talk to her about it.
Oh, yes, and I took some really adorable pictures today of him eating, and watching the snow fall. I know I said yesterday that I would have pictures up, but I am extremely wiped tonight, I'm trying to keep my head from hitting the keyboard. But I'm sure I will have time tomorrow, as I forsee them closing school tomorrow. (It started snowing this morning at 4 a.m. and it's STILL coming down. The roads are HORRIBLE!!) For those of you that live in the south....I stick my tongue out at you in mock "you suck!" mode! (Imagine the scene in Liar Liar when the judge says "Court will reconvene at 1 p.m. and Jim Carrey sticks his tongue out and says "Mugh!" and then runs out of the court room)
Oh yes, and I also wanted to say that for all of you out there, that actually read this, feel free to contact me on the messenger services. On AIM, my screenname is Artgurl21-On Yahoo! it's Trouse_80- On MSN it's Artgurl21@Hotmail.com Don't email me there, I NEVER check it, and don't think the email part of that account is even active anymore. (I always have my messengers up unless I'm on EverQuest, and no one ever talks to me anymore.....(pout,pout)
Well, I know I'm old. I barely made it through the ten o' clock news. But now that it's over, and it's 10:30, it's time for me to head to my uncomfortable bed.
Until tomorrow, Ciao Baby!
February 09, 2005
A New Day
Well, first of all let me deliver the big news of the day. We started Aaron on his first solid tonight, baby cereal, and not surprisingly, he did just what he did in the hospital when he was born. When he was born, the nurses didn't think he would actually eat (latch on) and when I put him to the breast, he grabbed ahold of it and didn't let go until I had to make him stop. Tonight, I was the one to underestimate him. I didn't think he would actually eat the cereal (since none of the other kids actually would eat the cereal), and I was thinking that it would take a couple of days before he would get the hang of the proper tongue motion. Silly, silly me. I should know by now, that when it comes to food, don't stand in between my little guy and his mouth because you just might get inhaled in the process!
He had his first spoonful, and after that I couldn't put it in his mouth fast enough. I made about 4 ounces of the cereal, not thinking he was going to eat the whole thing. Well, the bowl is empty, and now he's moved on to his bottle. He was actually starting to get pissed at me that I wasn't feeding him fast enough. What a little pig.
I was going to take some pictures of his first feeding, but the little guy ate so quickly that it was all over before I even realized it. Maybe next time.
I wish that everyone of you could see what he's doing now. He's been pretty fussy all day, and now daddy's walking around the living room with him, patting him on the back and he is sounding like a stuck song....it's kind of like a really really extended cry. One long pitch, no variation in the sound, just like his vocal chords got stuck....lol
I put up some new pictures on Yahoo! Http://photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80
I got about half of the pictures up, I will get the rest of them up in about a day. My scanner just kind of crapped out while I was scanning in the first batch, so half the pictures that were supposed to go up, didn't. They will be up by tomorrow night though.
We watched "Hope Floats" tonight. For those of you that don't know, we used to live in Smithville, Texas. "Hope Floats" was filmed right there in our tiny little town, and everytime we watch it, it's like visiting home. I miss it. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't move back there because of some bad stuff that happened, but when I first moved there, it was the beginning of a new chapter in my life, and it was a good time at first. Watching that movie reminds me of all the good times. That, and Harry Connick Jr. is just as hot as any southern boy (a weakness of mine) can get!!
Tomorrow is my first interview with the custody investigators office. I'm pretty happy that I finally get to talk to these damn people, I've only been waiting for almost 2 years now. It also signals that we are getting to the end of this damn case with my ex-M-I-L. Thank GOD!!!!
I will be sure to keep everyone posted on how it goes.
Well, that's it for now. I'm starting to get the "evil eye" for being on the computer so long, so I better turn the dang thing off.
Until tomorrow, Ciao Baby!
He had his first spoonful, and after that I couldn't put it in his mouth fast enough. I made about 4 ounces of the cereal, not thinking he was going to eat the whole thing. Well, the bowl is empty, and now he's moved on to his bottle. He was actually starting to get pissed at me that I wasn't feeding him fast enough. What a little pig.
I was going to take some pictures of his first feeding, but the little guy ate so quickly that it was all over before I even realized it. Maybe next time.
I wish that everyone of you could see what he's doing now. He's been pretty fussy all day, and now daddy's walking around the living room with him, patting him on the back and he is sounding like a stuck song....it's kind of like a really really extended cry. One long pitch, no variation in the sound, just like his vocal chords got stuck....lol
I put up some new pictures on Yahoo! Http://photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80
I got about half of the pictures up, I will get the rest of them up in about a day. My scanner just kind of crapped out while I was scanning in the first batch, so half the pictures that were supposed to go up, didn't. They will be up by tomorrow night though.
We watched "Hope Floats" tonight. For those of you that don't know, we used to live in Smithville, Texas. "Hope Floats" was filmed right there in our tiny little town, and everytime we watch it, it's like visiting home. I miss it. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't move back there because of some bad stuff that happened, but when I first moved there, it was the beginning of a new chapter in my life, and it was a good time at first. Watching that movie reminds me of all the good times. That, and Harry Connick Jr. is just as hot as any southern boy (a weakness of mine) can get!!
Tomorrow is my first interview with the custody investigators office. I'm pretty happy that I finally get to talk to these damn people, I've only been waiting for almost 2 years now. It also signals that we are getting to the end of this damn case with my ex-M-I-L. Thank GOD!!!!
I will be sure to keep everyone posted on how it goes.
Well, that's it for now. I'm starting to get the "evil eye" for being on the computer so long, so I better turn the dang thing off.
Until tomorrow, Ciao Baby!
Yay! I Get To Wear A Uniform!
I would say that today was pretty un-eventful, but considering that I was made an officer of our guild, had a meeting with my lawyer, and got told I was a "Hottie" by two young guys, I think today was pretty good! LOL
And it snowed like a suminahitch today here in the great Anchorage bowl area, almost a foot I'm guessing. And we are supposed to get even more tomorrow. Great. I hate snow. Oh, did I mention or ever tell you before that I HATE snow? I know, I know, I live in the worst state to live in if you hate snow, but I'm stuck, and there's nothing I can do about it but grit my teeth and try to stay in non-snow zones in EverQuest!
I'm sure the Iditarod Organization is really happy right now, considering that they are supposed to make a decision by the 15th on whether or not to actually hold the race this year. One, there wasn't enough snow to do the annual ceremonial start of the great dog sled race, and two, they don't really have enough money for the prize pot this year. One of the major contributors did not renew their contract this year, and therefore is not putting anything up. Right now, the prize pot sits at $15,000. And I don't know about you, but I don't know any people that would be willing to do this race for that little money. Hell, I don't know if 15 grand would cover the cost of supplies needed for the trip!!
Well, my Baby-Daddy (as I've grown accustomed to calling him now - Thanks for that Jason M.!!) is griping about me getting off the computer. We reached an agreement about EQ.... As long as I keep up with the house work, and my "wifely-duties" (wink, wink), he won't complain. But apparently I forgot to include a clause that extends to my Blog as well. Silly me. I guess I better get to those "duties"! LOL If you don't hear from me in a day, don't send help, I'm not worried about getting pregnant again! ;D
Until next time, Ciao Baby!
And it snowed like a suminahitch today here in the great Anchorage bowl area, almost a foot I'm guessing. And we are supposed to get even more tomorrow. Great. I hate snow. Oh, did I mention or ever tell you before that I HATE snow? I know, I know, I live in the worst state to live in if you hate snow, but I'm stuck, and there's nothing I can do about it but grit my teeth and try to stay in non-snow zones in EverQuest!
I'm sure the Iditarod Organization is really happy right now, considering that they are supposed to make a decision by the 15th on whether or not to actually hold the race this year. One, there wasn't enough snow to do the annual ceremonial start of the great dog sled race, and two, they don't really have enough money for the prize pot this year. One of the major contributors did not renew their contract this year, and therefore is not putting anything up. Right now, the prize pot sits at $15,000. And I don't know about you, but I don't know any people that would be willing to do this race for that little money. Hell, I don't know if 15 grand would cover the cost of supplies needed for the trip!!
Well, my Baby-Daddy (as I've grown accustomed to calling him now - Thanks for that Jason M.!!) is griping about me getting off the computer. We reached an agreement about EQ.... As long as I keep up with the house work, and my "wifely-duties" (wink, wink), he won't complain. But apparently I forgot to include a clause that extends to my Blog as well. Silly me. I guess I better get to those "duties"! LOL If you don't hear from me in a day, don't send help, I'm not worried about getting pregnant again! ;D
Until next time, Ciao Baby!
February 07, 2005
Oh My God! The Pressure!
Talk about being under pressure! I've been promoting my blog like crazy in EQ, so now all my "other-world" friends are going to be checking this out, and judging me, and all that stuff, and oh my gawd the pressure!!
So I know Clawmen's real name now, although I don't know whether or not he is cool with me posting it. Oh, I wanted to include some cool pictures on here that I took in EQ.....
So I know Clawmen's real name now, although I don't know whether or not he is cool with me posting it. Oh, I wanted to include some cool pictures on here that I took in EQ.....
And I'm Back
So, one thing that I have forgotten to mention is the fact that I have begun therapy for myself. I have been trying to get in to see a therapist for almost 10 years now, and now I finally have one. Yay!
On the home front, things are going great! Dave's dad retired last week. He had worked for the Alaska Rail Road for 35 years. On Friday, the RR held his retirement party, and it was a big deal. The president of the company came out and said a few words, and awarded him with some bookends that are made from the railroad rails...they took a rail, sliced it, then gold plated it, and engraved it with his name and his start and retirement dates on it. They also presented him with a pendant that has 3, 6 karat dimonds on it, and a solid silver "Presidents Coin". The other item he recieved is a really big deal... Several years ago, the RR commisioned an artist...I can't remember their name, but he created 50 original pieces of artwork for the RR to be given to those individuals retiring after at least 30 years of service. It's so rare for someone to actually make it to 30 years, that he recieved #2 of 50. And the President said that it would probably take 50 years to give out all 50 of the pictures.
When the party was over, I mentioned to him that I had never been this close to a train, and he gave me a look that said "How have you lived this long?" and he asked me if I wanted to take a tour. We were in the car shop, where they repair the train cars, mainly the passenger cars, and so we walked through the shop, then he took me aboard two different cars. The first one was one of the older cars, and the second he took me on was one of the much newer cars. It was awesome. He then promised that when he gets back from Boston, that he will get me a ticket to Seward, so I can finally say that I have actually rode on a train. He said Seward because it's the best, most scenic route there is. I can't wait! He left last night for Boston, and won't be back for almost 6 weeks. I'm going to miss him.
If you had saw me at his retirement party, you would have swore he was my real dad, not my boyfriends dad. I had such a huge grin on my face, I was so proud! And I told him that afterwards too, I said "I am so very proud to say that you are my father-in-law". He started to tear up, and then I started to tear up, and I said "No, don't do that, we can't be crying all over each other right now!" and he started to laugh and gave me a hug. It was great. Dave came up and was joking around and said "Geez! My dad loves you more than us!" meaning him, his brother, and his sister. God, I am so grateful to be part of such a wonderful family now!
Okay, enough gushing over my future in-laws! Now to gush over my kids. The baby is getting friggin' HUGE! He's only 4 months old now, but he's the size of a 6-7 month old child. It's crazy! And he's starting to gain more and more motor control. He's able to reach for things now, and he's starting to notice his hands and feet more and more. He hasn't rolled all the way over yet, but he can roll onto his side. I think the only thing keeping him from rolling over is that he won't take his hand out of his mouth long enough so that his arm can get out of the way to let him get all the way over. We are going to be starting him on cereals this month, so I will keep everyone posted on how well that goes.
Jennifer is now fully potty-trained! THANK GOD! I almost got into a fist fight with this woman in the store last month when she made a comment about me being a lazy parent because my 4 year old wasn't fully trained. I went off....explained about how my 4 year old has serious kidney problems, and almost had to have surgery. It is fully understandable that she wasn't trained yet. The pediatrician told us NOT to try to train her until we had it all under control. And since she hasn't had an infection since October, it seemed like it was time, and within a WEEK she was out of the pull-ups! We are so proud of her!! As her reward for using the toilet, and not having to wear Pull-Ups anymore, my mom now has to quit smoking (sneaky huh?), and she gets to have a "Big Girl" bed. Right now she sleeps on a toddler bed, and she will sneak onto her sisters bed in the middle of the night because she hates her small bed. So we told her that if she stops having accidents and uses the toilet that we would get her a new bed. Then my mom made the "mistake" of starting to offer to stop smoking...then she thought about it and tried to say nevermind, but Jenny had heard what she was about to say, and kept her to it. Hehehe I'm happy about that.
We have decided to hold off on Girl Scouts until next year for LeeAnna, because there is SO much going on right now with all the kids and the whole family that we have missed way too many meetings. That, and the fact that this was her first year, and it's the last year that she would be a Brownie, and since all the other girls are so much younger, all the friends that she would have made in this troup wouldn't be there next year when she becomes a Junior. So, much to her dismay, we are waiting for next to year to get started on that.
Speaking of next year, Adam will be going into Cub Scouts next year too. For right now, there's not a whole lot going on with him right now, other than the fact that Dude shaved his head the other night. He needed it! His hair had gotten to the point where it was sticking straight up on the top of his head. So, there are now 3 bald guys living in our house. (I still haven't found the diskette with the pics of Dave getting his head shaved yet, but as soon as I find it, I will post those pictures, I swear!)
Well, I'm pretty sure that you are completly caught up, and since I have a very active 4 year old tugging on my sleeve to "PLEASE make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because she is SOOOOO hungry" I need to close this out.
Until next time, Ciao baby!
On the home front, things are going great! Dave's dad retired last week. He had worked for the Alaska Rail Road for 35 years. On Friday, the RR held his retirement party, and it was a big deal. The president of the company came out and said a few words, and awarded him with some bookends that are made from the railroad rails...they took a rail, sliced it, then gold plated it, and engraved it with his name and his start and retirement dates on it. They also presented him with a pendant that has 3, 6 karat dimonds on it, and a solid silver "Presidents Coin". The other item he recieved is a really big deal... Several years ago, the RR commisioned an artist...I can't remember their name, but he created 50 original pieces of artwork for the RR to be given to those individuals retiring after at least 30 years of service. It's so rare for someone to actually make it to 30 years, that he recieved #2 of 50. And the President said that it would probably take 50 years to give out all 50 of the pictures.
When the party was over, I mentioned to him that I had never been this close to a train, and he gave me a look that said "How have you lived this long?" and he asked me if I wanted to take a tour. We were in the car shop, where they repair the train cars, mainly the passenger cars, and so we walked through the shop, then he took me aboard two different cars. The first one was one of the older cars, and the second he took me on was one of the much newer cars. It was awesome. He then promised that when he gets back from Boston, that he will get me a ticket to Seward, so I can finally say that I have actually rode on a train. He said Seward because it's the best, most scenic route there is. I can't wait! He left last night for Boston, and won't be back for almost 6 weeks. I'm going to miss him.
If you had saw me at his retirement party, you would have swore he was my real dad, not my boyfriends dad. I had such a huge grin on my face, I was so proud! And I told him that afterwards too, I said "I am so very proud to say that you are my father-in-law". He started to tear up, and then I started to tear up, and I said "No, don't do that, we can't be crying all over each other right now!" and he started to laugh and gave me a hug. It was great. Dave came up and was joking around and said "Geez! My dad loves you more than us!" meaning him, his brother, and his sister. God, I am so grateful to be part of such a wonderful family now!
Okay, enough gushing over my future in-laws! Now to gush over my kids. The baby is getting friggin' HUGE! He's only 4 months old now, but he's the size of a 6-7 month old child. It's crazy! And he's starting to gain more and more motor control. He's able to reach for things now, and he's starting to notice his hands and feet more and more. He hasn't rolled all the way over yet, but he can roll onto his side. I think the only thing keeping him from rolling over is that he won't take his hand out of his mouth long enough so that his arm can get out of the way to let him get all the way over. We are going to be starting him on cereals this month, so I will keep everyone posted on how well that goes.
Jennifer is now fully potty-trained! THANK GOD! I almost got into a fist fight with this woman in the store last month when she made a comment about me being a lazy parent because my 4 year old wasn't fully trained. I went off....explained about how my 4 year old has serious kidney problems, and almost had to have surgery. It is fully understandable that she wasn't trained yet. The pediatrician told us NOT to try to train her until we had it all under control. And since she hasn't had an infection since October, it seemed like it was time, and within a WEEK she was out of the pull-ups! We are so proud of her!! As her reward for using the toilet, and not having to wear Pull-Ups anymore, my mom now has to quit smoking (sneaky huh?), and she gets to have a "Big Girl" bed. Right now she sleeps on a toddler bed, and she will sneak onto her sisters bed in the middle of the night because she hates her small bed. So we told her that if she stops having accidents and uses the toilet that we would get her a new bed. Then my mom made the "mistake" of starting to offer to stop smoking...then she thought about it and tried to say nevermind, but Jenny had heard what she was about to say, and kept her to it. Hehehe I'm happy about that.
We have decided to hold off on Girl Scouts until next year for LeeAnna, because there is SO much going on right now with all the kids and the whole family that we have missed way too many meetings. That, and the fact that this was her first year, and it's the last year that she would be a Brownie, and since all the other girls are so much younger, all the friends that she would have made in this troup wouldn't be there next year when she becomes a Junior. So, much to her dismay, we are waiting for next to year to get started on that.
Speaking of next year, Adam will be going into Cub Scouts next year too. For right now, there's not a whole lot going on with him right now, other than the fact that Dude shaved his head the other night. He needed it! His hair had gotten to the point where it was sticking straight up on the top of his head. So, there are now 3 bald guys living in our house. (I still haven't found the diskette with the pics of Dave getting his head shaved yet, but as soon as I find it, I will post those pictures, I swear!)
Well, I'm pretty sure that you are completly caught up, and since I have a very active 4 year old tugging on my sleeve to "PLEASE make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because she is SOOOOO hungry" I need to close this out.
Until next time, Ciao baby!
Please Pass The Salt....
Post game post here.
Man! I hate having to eat my words, but at least I can top it all off with a little "Well, they did play a good game though!" Then again, it was the Super Bowl, and if it wasn't a good game, then I think we would have had some problems....
Unfortunately, I only got to catch the last quarter of the game. There were some issues with my DVR that we didn't find out about until we got home, and thank God we got home when we did! Otherwise I would have missed the entire game!
We took the kids bowling during the game, because we were supposed to take them Saturday night, but by the time we got there on Saturday, the place was packed with all the teenagers, and there were no available lanes. So we went to Wal-Mart and bought Garfield and let the kids stay up really late and watch it. We had a lot of fun bowling, although I had the fun of dealing with a temper tantrum from my oldest child because she lost the first game to her little brother. After that it was just a lot of pouting, and she wouldn't toss the ball, and yes, I do mean toss, unless I was there next to her rolling mine.
Well, I have to take the kids to therapy now, but hopefully I will be able to remember to come back and post more when I get home. Wish me luck! LOL
Until then, Ciao baby!
Man! I hate having to eat my words, but at least I can top it all off with a little "Well, they did play a good game though!" Then again, it was the Super Bowl, and if it wasn't a good game, then I think we would have had some problems....
Unfortunately, I only got to catch the last quarter of the game. There were some issues with my DVR that we didn't find out about until we got home, and thank God we got home when we did! Otherwise I would have missed the entire game!
We took the kids bowling during the game, because we were supposed to take them Saturday night, but by the time we got there on Saturday, the place was packed with all the teenagers, and there were no available lanes. So we went to Wal-Mart and bought Garfield and let the kids stay up really late and watch it. We had a lot of fun bowling, although I had the fun of dealing with a temper tantrum from my oldest child because she lost the first game to her little brother. After that it was just a lot of pouting, and she wouldn't toss the ball, and yes, I do mean toss, unless I was there next to her rolling mine.
Well, I have to take the kids to therapy now, but hopefully I will be able to remember to come back and post more when I get home. Wish me luck! LOL
Until then, Ciao baby!
February 06, 2005
I'm NOT addicted! I can quit whenever I want!
Well, as hard as I try, I guess I might just be permenantly addicted to Everquest. It's really hard to slow down or even quit when your neighbor/friend, brother and best friend all play, ALL the time. That, and I just joined a GREAT guild and have met quite a few really awesome people online. Let's see, there's Gariion-Charles, Clawmen-I don't know his real name, and Areil- I don't know her real name, but they are all totally kick ass people!
So this is my pre-SuperBowl, and I just want everyone to be aware that I have a strong feeling that the Eagles are going to win. We shall see though, I might just have to eat my words, or I will get to come back on here later and gloat....we shall see! lol I'm also Recording it on my DVR, so if we happen to have any interesting occurances I will be able to see them again, and not miss them, like I did last year, when me and Dave were putting together the entertainment center, and totally missed the whole "wardrobe malfuntion".
So, until later, Ciao Baby!
So this is my pre-SuperBowl, and I just want everyone to be aware that I have a strong feeling that the Eagles are going to win. We shall see though, I might just have to eat my words, or I will get to come back on here later and gloat....we shall see! lol I'm also Recording it on my DVR, so if we happen to have any interesting occurances I will be able to see them again, and not miss them, like I did last year, when me and Dave were putting together the entertainment center, and totally missed the whole "wardrobe malfuntion".
So, until later, Ciao Baby!
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