I'm back...

Hello everyone! I am back in the world. I had my little bundle of joy on November 7. He weighed 8lbs 9ozs and was 21 inches long. He is beautiful. Motherhood is wonderful. I really enjoyed my stay at home time, but as we all know, all good things must come to an end. I am now back at work, part time this week and full time next week. My mother-in-law is keeping the baby for us and she lives just a few minutes from my work. So I can go over there on my lunch break and nurse him and still have time to eat something. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and Christmas. I did, I just have so much to be thankful for this year. I will write more later, I just wanted to say hello.

2 weeks and counting...

It is official. I am due in 2 weeks. I hope the baby comes by then. I went to my weekly doctors appointment on Wednesday and my cervix is thinned about 50% but no dialation yet. The baby has dropped, which means I am in severe pain in my pubic area. I just thought I was uncomfortable before. It hurts to walk and stand up, but it will all be over soon and I will have my sweet baby in my arms. I asked my doctor about how much longer he thought and he said probably 2 weeks. Hubby and I are having sex as much as possible to try and hurry along the process. Sex at this point is not the most comfortable thing that I have ever done, but it is supposed to help start labor, when of course your body is ready.

Painting in the nursery has begun. The walls have been primed and are awaiting their coats of paint, which should happen this weekend. Mine and baby's bags are packed for the hospital. I have lists of people for my hubby to call when we go to the hospital. Now we just wait.

I know some of this might have been TMI for some of you, but I just wanted to update everyone on what was going on.

Memory Lane

I have been strolling down memory lane lately. Hubby and I have been unpacking boxes and sorting out the trash and things that we can live without and repacking the things that we really want to keep from our past. I have several boxes of stuff from my school days, some of it as early as elementary school. I still have letters from friends and boy friends and every card I have ever received. I still have the things that I won at the fair as a child as well as stuffed animals that were given to me. I have receipts for my prom dresses and receipts for my class ring, which was stolen along with the rest of my jewelry last year. I have movie tickets for every movie I have ever seen. I think you get the idea, I am a saver, a pack-rat if you will. I keep anything that may be sentimental. That was all fine and dandy except I don't have room for all of those momentos now, it is time to clean the clutter and eliminate some things from the past. I don't need every card or letter that anyone has ever written me. I started on Tuesday night sorting throught the memories, funny how our mind forgets things that at the time they happened were so important. I read letters that I hadn't touched in 15 or more years. Remember signing your letters LYLAS? I had plenty of those stashed among my things. I wonder where those people are today, you know the ones you went to school with and you vowed to never lose touch. It was hard remembering some of things, like my ex's. It brought back memories of the pain and heartache that I have endured (and caused) over the years. But that is all behind me now, I am a person than I was back then, some of those experiences and people helped make me into the person I am today. I wonder if most of those people would know me if they saw me now. Would I know them? A few of them I still keep in touch with, but for the most part they have faded from the picture of my life, as I have from theirs. I wonder if they kept the letters and cards that I sent to them? Anyway, I have condensed my three boxes of memories to one box that will be packed away in our attic until who knows when.

Today is also my unanniversary. I got married for the first time 10 years ago today. Funny how time flies. I am so thankful that I am not still married to him, nor do I have any idea where he is or what he is doing. I wonder if I crossed his mind today? Hopefully he is somewhere sitting, crying and feeling pitiful for all the shit that he put me through in our marriage, no really I wish him nothing but the best. This day makes me thankful and happy that I divorced him and married my wonderful hubby and am pregnant with his child.

All this strolling on memory lane makes me want to crank up Nickelback's Photograph and sing to the top of my lungs. TTFN and LYLAS and oh yeah we will always be BFF.

Lions and tigers and bears oh my!

Yes I am talking about the baby's nursery. It is still unfinished. The room has to be cleared of all the boxes of holiday decorations, which need to be in the attic, a coat of primer and paint still need to applied to the walls and the new celing fan needs to be installed. Who would like to volunteer to come and help get these things done? My hubby seems to be depressed lately, which I completely understand, it seems we are having some financial problems and he is feeling really burdened, especially with a new baby coming soon. Anyway his worrying and depression has taken away his desire to get the nursery done. Anytime I go in there and start working, he fusses, I don't need to be doing that. No, maybe I don't but someone needs to be doing it. Maybe this weekend he will feel inspired to go in there and work. Maybe I should pretend that I am going to call my family and see if they will come over and help. Surely that will get him off his ass and get him to work.

I have been washing baby's new clothes and blankets and sheets, trying to get his stuff ready for his arrival. I still have to pack our bags for our hospital stay. There is so much to do and not enough hours in the day to get it all done. I am going to have to get to work on the things that I need to get done, I have less than a month left before my due date of November 11.

I had another ultrasound on Monday to see how big he is. Well he is big, he weighs nearly 7 lbs. I go back to the doctor on Tuesday of next week and we will find out the doctors opinion of the baby's size and whether they want to induce early or wait and see what happens. I am getting anxious and ready to meet my baby.

Happy Blogaversary to me!

I have been blogging for over a year now. I missed the actual anniversary day, but that isn't important. I have actually started something and kept it up (although slackly at times) for a year. I have also managed to keep it a secret from anyone who really knows me, except my best friend. She helped me get this thing started. Hopefully soon I will have more time to post about the exciting things going on in my life. For now celebrate my one year anniversary!

All Apologies

Sorry I have been a slack blogger lately. I have been so busy with work and home and trying to get everything organized for the upcoming birth of my child. I still have so much to do and less than 8 weeks until my due date. You know there is always the chance that he could come early, so I would like to have the nursery finished by the first of October, you know just in case. I am now visiting my doctor every 2 weeks and I have another ultrasound scheduled for October 10. They want to see how big the baby is then. I have gestational diabetes, so there is a chance that I could have a whopper of a baby and they might induce me early if that is the case. I have it under control, but there is always that chance. Everytime someone asks when I am due and I tell them, they shake their head and say, I don't think you will make it that long. Thanks for the vote of confidence people! I have to admit that I am all baby, it looks like I am carrying a basketball under my shirt!

I promise to write more later, when things calm down here at work!

Working troubles

The past 2 days have been terrible. My boss is out of town and of course things tend to go wrong when the boss is away. Our internet was down yesterday for 45 minutes, during which no one in our office could work. During that time I was on the phone with technical support for our fabulous ISP. Is it a requirement that the technical support people be complete dickheads? It seems everytime that I have to call technical support for anything, the person is a complete jerk. Is your computer turned on? As a matter of fact it is, you moron! They assume that we are all idiots. While I tend to agree that there are lots of idiots out there, for the most part I am not one. So after 45 minutes on the phone with technical support jack*ss unplugging and replugging and disabling and enabling things on our system, I was ready to be taken out back and shot. Not to mention that while I was on the phone I hear my co-workers going crazy like little children at a birthday party. WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH PEOPLE? I was already pissed that the system was down and they could not work, but hey people let's not rub it in. I am sure the boss will be thrilled to learn of the 45 minute break in the afternoon.

So I got to work this morning and my fabulous office assistant was not here. She had 2 minutes to get here before she was officially late. She called about 35 minutes later to say that she was on her way. Yeah that is what I want to hear on Friday. No excuses for being late, just that she is on her way. Let me give you a little history on her. She is a young college student, extremely irresponsible, and ungrateful. Her parents have always been there to get her out of anything that she gets into. She has been here since the end of May. She has been late more times than I care to count. She occassionally goes to lunch in the breakroom and falls asleep, for more than her hour break. I am sick and tired of her and she has really started to get on my nerves and I am really a very tolerant person. So yesterday she took an hour and 15 minutes for lunch because she fell asleep. Then this morning she was 45 minutes late. When she got here she immediately got on the phone, personal calls of course. I forgot to mention she looks like something the cat drug in and smells like she had her last drink about 10 minutes ago. Well after she had been here about 30 minutes or so she disappears into the restroom. An hour and 10 minutes later a co-worker goes to check on her. At this point I don't care if she is okay or not. So when she finally emerges from the restroom with the telltale signs of an hour nap on her face, I told her to go home and call the boss on Monday. If he does not fire her it will be a miracle. As far as I am concerned she is already gone. I just don't want to work with someone who doesn't give a damn about their job. You know anyone that needs an office job, I am hiring again!

Seeing double

I am glad that I am not a twin, especially not an identical twin. Can you imagine always having to share everything from the womb to toys to every birthday. All through your life being mistaken for the other. I think in some cases that would actually work in your favor, but it would have to get old after a while. I work with two ladies who have an identical twin. It is freaky to go somewhere and have to look twice to see which sister it is, the one you work with or her twin. No matter where one of them goes she is always stopped by people and asked which twin she is. They look, talk and act eerily alike. I don't even look like any of my sisters. Sure there are some people who can look at pictures of them and then look at me and find some similarities, but I think they are just grasping at straws. I don't think I will ever be mistaken for one of my sisters or anyone else for that matter.

10 positive things

I feel like I need to post something today, but I have so much going on in my head it is hard to get one clear thought to post about. SO I will post about some good things that are happening in my life right now. I will focus on the positive and not the negative.

1. I can see my ankles, for now the sweling is gone.
2. The weather has been cooler here this week! Hooray!
3. My car is fixed, no more watching the temperature gauge trying not to run it hot.
4. We are a month ahead on our mortgage payments and at least one other monthly bill.
5. We finally picked out the nursey theme. It is called "Froggy Tales", by Lambs and Ivy.
6. The baby moves all the time and I get so distracted just daydreaming about him.
7. Everyday my tummy is getting bigger. It looks like I have a basketball under my shirt!
8. I am eating healthier than I ever have in my life (not that I don't still indulge, it's just alot healthier now).
9. We have registered for baby stuff. It was so much fun! I just want to register everywhere.
10. It is Tuesday, 2 days down this week, 3 to go!

My hubby

Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt? Not physically, but it made your heart sick to be away from that person. After 6 years together you still get butterflies in your tummy when you see them. You still get excited to get to spend time with them? I have and I feel very fortunate to have experienced it and it scares me to death sometime when I am faced with the inevitable, the loss of that person. I have talked briefly about my hubby here before, but nothing in depth.

As I was ironing clothes last night for work and he was in the bathroom grooming himself in the mirror I had a horrifying thought. Horrifying thoughts seem to plague me more now that I am pregnant and extremely hormonal. Yesterday was especially bad for those thoughts. Anyway as I was ironing and talking to my husband a grim reality hit me, something that I try not to think about too often, but yet it creeeps in my mind still. My husband is a diabetic and has been since he was 11. He has battled with a malfunctioning pancreas most of his life. He will be 36 years old soon, which means that he has battled this dragon for 25 years. Diabetes is such a horrible disease that is completely controllable, but not curable. It is a silent dragon, it lays in wait, just waiting for the perfect time to strike. Of course you monitor your blood sugar and take the necessary amount of insulin to keep your body functioning, but it is busy doing it's damage undetected.

I wonder if my husband will be the one to lose his eye sight or a leg or his kidneys. Or worse yet, have a stroke or heart attack and never recover. I wonder if I will be a young widow of if we will have many more years together. I wonder if he will be here long enough to see his children graduate from high school and give his daughter away at her wedding. I try not to think about these things too often, I try to just enjoy our time together, but these things have plagued my thoughts lately. I do not discuss these things with my husband because as soon as he brings it up I turn into a bawling mess. He always says that he has been lucky so far and he is waiting for the other shoe to drop. The other shoe being a complication caused from this disease. I know it has to be a constant in his thoughts, yet he hardly ever speaks of it. When he does I just reassure him that I love him and I married him in sickness and in health and if the sickness comes I will be right by his side to get him through it.

Christmas in July

Okay is really July 25? That is the date on all my calenders and the weather here certainly feels like the end of July. Yet when I get to work this morning and turn on my radio they are playing holiday music, CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY music! I listen to the light rock station at work because they play "safe" music for the office, but c'mon people Christmas music in July, WTF? Get with the program people.

What I did on my summer vacation

As promised, what I did on my summer vacation. First of all let me give you the specifics. My family including me, hubby, child, mother-in-law and sister-in-law renting a condo near the beach, not quite in walking distance this year, for a week. Well it was in walking distance if you like to walk very far carrying beach chairs and a cooler in the blistering hot sun, but that is beside the point. Last year we were much closer to the beach, but we did not go the week of July 4th and we did not wait until the last minute to book it. It is a great little stretch of beach along 30-A in beautiful south Walton County, Florida.

We had planned to leave at 10 on Saturday morning. That would have put us in our condo about 4 that afternoon depending on how much the pregnant lady (me) had to stop and pee. 10 o'clock came and went and in-laws were no where to be found. Finally at 10:30 they call, only 10 minutes away, yippee!!! That only puts us nearly an hour behind. Well they get there, we get ready to go, house is all locked up, cars all packed. Away we go! Well after we stop for in-laws to get gas and ice oh yeah and Dunkin' Donuts, can't leave for vacation without that. Needless to say hubby was pissed and pouting, which makes for a great fun car ride. We drive for hours and of course hubby and I are getting hungry because we didn't want anything at DD, believe it or not we had eaten breakfast while we were waiting on them to get to the house.

We go through Columbus, sister-in-law calls to see if we want to stop. We tell her yes that we are hungry, lunch would be nice. So they just keep driving. An hour later, we call them back and tell them that we have to stop somewhere because I have to go potty. So they stop at this dirty little gas station and I go potty and get some chips because I am STARVING, I know I might have mentioned that earlier but just stay with me. Finally about 30 minutes after the gas station we get to another town and stop there to eat at McD's. Apparently everyone else going to the beach stopped there also. I have never been to a busier McD's in my life, the food wasn't good, but I was so hungry I barely noticed. All aboard, next stop condo near the beach!

As we got closer, the traffic got worse. We were eventually sitting in barely moving traffic only about 20 minutes from our destination, but it took us more than an our to get there. Hubby was beginning to get ill and I was restless. I hate riding in the car for a long time, it just makes me crazy! Finally we get there, the condo is great. You park underneath, then have stairs to walk to the main level, then stairs to the bedroom. Stairs are not a good thing for a pregnant woman, an older woman with bad knees and a severely energetic 8 year old child. Not to mention we packed like we were moving and hubby had to carry all that stuff up 2 flights of stairs.

Yeah that was only the beginning. The rest of the week really wasn't any better. I will give you a quick rundown. Sunday, our first full day of vacation. We slept late then went down to the beach and I sat in my chair at the edge of the water reading my book, peace at last. Peace that is until later that day when my poor feet began to hurt and swell because of the severe sunburn. I think I had like third degree burns on my feet. It has been 2 weeks and they are still red and itchy! The agony of hurting feet was just horrible. I cried nearly everyday (mostly when I was by myself or with hubby) and I really don't think anyone understood how bad my feet were hurting, especially my hubby. It hurt to put on shoes, it hurt to walk, it hurt to sit still. I sat in the condo with them propped up most of the week. By Tuesday afternoon I was ready to come home. I wanted to go to my doctor and have them make the pain go away. It made the entire rest of the trip awful. I also realized on this trip that I need to be on medication to keep myself sane and to help the others around me survive on a daily basis. That will be one of the first things I do after I birth this baby and wean him from nursing.

Tuesday I went out to the beach for a little while, feet still hurting of course. We had a tent that I sat under so it wasn't as bad. Wednesday tropical storm Cindy came through that morning. It blew the patio chairs up against the windows and rained like crazy. The sky was angry, but by lunchtime it was gone. The ocean was extremely rough so we did not even go to the beach that day. The storm also blew our tent down and broke it, so there went my shade for the rest of the week. I spent the afternoon shopping with the in-laws while hubby took the child to play mini golf and ride go carts and play arcade games. I did enjoy that afternoon. I got some new clothes and shoes. That always makes me feel better, new stuff for me!!! By that night the swelling was going down in my feet and they were not hurting quite as bad.

Thursday we took a little cruise over to an island that is undeveloped. It was beautiful! White sand, shells, birds, dunes, just the way a beach should be. It was surrounded on one side by the gulf and the other side by this lagoon. We picked up lots of shells and had a picnic lunch. We also saw a seahorse that had washed up on the beach. A real like seahorse. He was still moving so after we snapped a few pictures of him hubby scooped him up on a seashell and tossed him back into the sea. On the cruise over and back we saw dolphins!

Friday we got up and watched the weather channel, everyone was keeping an eye on Hurrican Dennis. The in-laws were already at the beach so we got dressed and decided that we would go for a bit, since it was our last full day. We got there and they had changed the flags to red, meaning no swimming. A fireman met us on the beach access bridge to ask us to please leave the beach and the area. A voluntary evacuation had been issued for the area. The hurricane was expected to hit the area on Sunday morning. WHOOPEE! So we proceeded to walk down to the beach and get the in-laws and all of our beach stuff and head back to the condo to pack up and prepare to leave. We went to get gas before going back to the condo, we waited in line 20 minutes at the gas station to get gas and of course they were out of regular unleaded we had to get the expensive stuff. I am just glad that we got gas then. We had planned to eat in Panama City that night, which was about an hour from where we stayed. So we kept with our original plan and headed to PC to eat before we go on the road back home. We were extremely lucky that we did go to PC to eat, which put us on a different highway leading home. A less crowded highway. By the time we got on the road, most of the gas stations were out of gas.

After 2 stops to potty and plenty of nodding off at the wheel we got home, it was 3:30 in the morning on Saturday morning. I have never been so happy to be home. After a few hours of sleep I was up and unpacking. We are still not completely unpacked, maybe I can finish that grueling task this weekend. Around lunchtime on Saturday my bestest friend brought my dog home. I missed my dog, but I don't think that she missed us. She has been sad and mopey to be home. I think she misses her other family, with their dog and small child and farm.

So there it is in a nutshell, my summer vacation. I can't really say that I had a great time or even a relaxing time. Next year will have to be better. Maybe I will be back on the meds and it will be just wonderful!

Looking the part

Okay so I officially look pregnant. I have thought that I looked pregnant for a while now, but you know how some people just look fat and it leaves you wondering. Well people wonder no more about me. It looks like I swallowed a soccer ball! It almost happened overnight. One day I just looked pudgy them BAM, I began to look very much pregnant. I am carrying my baby very low, so my belly isn't propping up my boobs! I haven't gotten big enough to pop out my cute little belly button yet, but I have a feeling it won't be too much longer.
I can really feel the baby move now. My hubby got to feel him move while we were on vacation. It is such a wonderful feeling. He usually really starts moving after I eat and sit down to relax. We are talking and reading to the baby and playing music for him.

Now that we know what he is, we have to pick out the nursery theme. We have picked out some really cute ones that we like. I will let you know as soon as we decide.

I think I have finally gotten to the good part of my pregnancy. No more nausea!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm back from vacation

Rest and relaxation...was not what I got on vacation. Instead I got stress and anxiety and SEVERELY sunburned feet, despite the gallon of sunscreen that I bathed myself in. I had a miserable time, probably because of the pain in my feet. I find it hard to relax and have fun when I am in excrutiating pain. Not to mention the fact that I am pregnant and moody didn't help the vacation at all. We arrived on Saturday and by Wednesday I was ready to come home. I will give you the details of all the fun things we did later! Just know that when I say that I am glad to be back, I really mean it.

Rest and relaxation

I am so excited. It is finally here, VACATION! We are leaving in the morning and will return on next Saturday. I will not have access to a computer or the internet while I am gone, so I will miss you all. I hope you will miss me too. I will be relaxing on the beach with a great book and my wonderful family. Have a great July 4th and an even better week.

Want to know what the baby is?

Well today was a monumental day in my pregnancy. I had my ultrasound this morning. My hubby and child were there, which was wonderful. I was so nervous. I started having bad anxiety last night about something being wrong with the baby. It was something that I had thought about before, but last night was worse. I cried during supper, and hubby assured me that nothing was wrong with the baby and even if it was we could handle it. We snuggled up and went to sleep last night, both of us anticipating today.

We had to take 2 cars because my doctor is in the town that I work in and I had to come to work after the appointment. Hubby of course works in the town that we live in so he had to go back there. I got to the office and he was already there with his child standing in the hall looking out the window waiting for me. I wanted to cry when I saw them there. Hormonal tears get the best of me sometimes. We went into the waiting room and waited for what seemed like an eternity, finally the Ultrasound technician came and got us and led us into the room.

It was a nice quiet, very dimly lit little room. It has been so long since I have seen an ultrasound I had forgotten what they really look like. She looked for a while and did some measurements and typed some stuff in and printed some pictures. Then she turned the screeen around so I could see it. It was magnificent! I could see my baby moving all around. Then she asked if we wanted to know what it was, very excitedly we answered her, "YES!" She isolated part of the anatomy and asked if we could tell what it was, immediately I could. IT'S A BOY!!!! I am so excited, I cried a little bit. I could have cried more, but I hate to be a blubbering mess. I have pictures and I have been showing everyone. My family is so excited, we have no boys, so mine will be the first. I can't believe that I am gonna have a son.

Eight legged hysteria

It was a very uneventful night last night, just snuggling on the sofa watching TV with my hubby. I guess it happened around 10 or 10:30. The dog needed to go outside, like she usually does, so I got up to let her out. I opened the door, attached her collar to her runner and closed the door. Nothing abnormal about that. All of a sudden something catches my eye, something on my shirt crawling! I started screaming and hitting myself and jumping around. My hubby was looking at me like I was crazy and screaming what's wrong, what's wrong. I knocked the crawly thing off my shirt and got a good look at the huge 8 legged arachid. I then proceeded to grab a shoe and beat the daylights out of it. When will spiders learn not to scare pregnant women? In all the commotion of trying to knock the thing off my shirt I scratched my face. I think I had a small heart attack. It scared the life out of me. Note to spiders and other creep crawlies: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! YOU SCARE ME AND I WILL KILL YOU IF I CAN! Maybe they read my blog and they will get the message.

Something is eatin' at me...

I feel like I really need to write something today so here goes. Being pregnant is such a wierd experience. It goes through so many phases. In the beginning I was so nauseated, yet I had to eat every 2 hours or I would feel worse. Now the nausea is gone and I am starving. I eat and a few minutes later I am hungry again. I was so hungry this morning that I ate my lunch of a honey roasted turkey and provolone cheese sandwich at 10:30 this morning. I normally start getting hungry around 11:00 or so and I go to lunch at 12:00 so most of the time I just wait it out, but this last week I have been so hungry. So anywho, I had errands to run today at lunch and on my way back to the office I went to the store and bought a pint of Strawberry ice cream, made with real strawberries, not just artificial flavoring. I got back to the office and ate a little bit of my ice cream and put the rest of it back in the freezer for a yummy afternoon snack. A co-worker called me after lunch to tell me that she had an extra baked potato left over from her lunch still wrapped in its little aluminum foil sleeve if I wanted it. So I gave in around 2:30 and ate the potato. It was a very big baked potato with lots of butter melted on it's yummy starchiness. I am staring at the remaining potato carcass thinking I could really have eaten 2 of them, if I had more butter I would eat the peel too. I think I need to get my ice cream out and finish it off, maybe that will satisfy my hungry stomach for a little while. I have been so proud of myself up until this point, trying to eat only healthy things and watching my weight gain, I have a feeling thatl if this keeps up I will be watching my weight gain alright. I need to go buy some grapes to keep at work so I can munch on them as I sit at my desk and work, ar at least pretend to.

We bought the farm...well not literally

Well it is official, hubby and I are now the proud owners of a four bedroom two and a half bath house on a three quarters of an acre double lot. We closed on the house yesterday. The best part about it is that we don't have to move. We have been living in the house since November of 03 and the owners decided that they wanted to sell it and we had first option to buy it. I love our house, it just feels like home. There is plenty of room for us to grow. Now we can paint and redecorate and take down the ugly blinds and have everything the way we want it. Ahh home ownership, it feels good.

Tuesday therapy session

Have you ever had something to do that you just keep putting off and never end up doing it. I do that so often that it makes me seem like a bad friend or family member. My mind is just filled with all things baby and our lack of finances that I have little room for other things. My family came to visit me 2 weekends ago, 2 of my sisters, my mom, and one of my neices. This is the first time that my oldest sister has been to my house, we moved into it in November 2003. Yeah I understand that it is an hour from her house and that she works and has three kids, don't get me wrong I do understand. Anyway, this sister and I were very close at one time in our lives. Many things have happened since then to drive a wedge between us and open my eyes to things that I had always just accepted. Since I moved away from my family and anyone who really knows me, I have learned to rely on my husband for many things. He is my best friend, my partner, my lover, he is the first one that I want to call when things happen, good or bad. For the first time in my life I am independent of my family and all their dysfunction and I must say it is nice. Anyway I get this call last Thursday at work, no less, from my oldest sister. She just doesn't know where she fits into my life, she doesn't feel like she knows me anymore, blah, blah, blah.Oh yeah and she was crying her eyes out. Now don't get me wrong, I have shed many tears for the lost relationship with my family, so don't think that I am just a cold hearted witch, because I am not. Anyway I was at work when she called and there are too many ears around most of the time for me to get into a heartfelt discussion with anyone on the phone, so I had to cut her short and let her go. I did not call her back that night or since then. It really pissed me off that she chose a day from hell to call me at work. I've told everyone that I cannot really have personal phone calls at work, most of the people in my life abide by that rule, trust me it isn't my rule, but I have gotten in trouble more than once about personal phone calls. I digress, I started writing her a letter that night, which I have started and stopped so many times that I don't even feel like writing it anymore. Why can't people just accept you the way you are and love you for it, instead of wanting you to be what they think you should be? The truth is that my sister doesn't know me anymore, she hasn't known me in some time. She hasn't taken the time to know the person that I have become, I have grown up tremendously over the past year and 1/2. How do you say the really hard things to someone that you love? I don't want to hurt her feelings, but I will never be the same person that I was 5 or 6 years ago. If she wants to feel close to me then she is going to have to take the effort to get to know me and establish that relationship with me. I think that this had turned into rambling, so I will end it now. Thanks for listening.

Never a dull moment

Everyday with me is like a new adventure. You just never know what to expect. Hubby and I have discussed finding a church to start attending since we moved a year and a half ago. We visited one and hated it, and have not attempted to visit another one until last Sunday. We ironed our clothes on Saturday night and had everything ready for Sunday morning. We got up and got dressed and I must admit, we do clean up nicely! We got there and things were going fine, the church seemed nice enough. We sung a few songs, listened to a few announcements. Things were going great, and then the pastor got up and announced that it was a baptism service. Awe how wonderful, someone is going to be baptized. The family goes up there and it isn't just someone it is a baby and a child of maybe about 3 or 4. So the pastor goes on to ask the questions that they ask and I am tearing up. Yeah hormones going full blast, not a good thing! So after the pastor is done he brings the children down the aisle of the church to show them to the congregation. Well seeing that sweet baby was just more than I could handle. All these things are going through my mind, pregnancy does that to you. It also hit me at that very minute that I am really having a baby. Anywho the pastor gets about 2 rows from us with the baby and I feel it, the real tears are coming. You know you can only silently cry for a little bit before it turns into sobbing. Well it turned into sobbing, one big horrendous noise escaped my body before I could shove my hubby out of the pew and out the door. It was so quiet in the church that you could have heard a pin drop, but instead they heard me sobbing as I ran for the door. We got outside and I think my hubby was in shock, I was still sobbing, I could not catch my breath, I thought I was gonna throw up. Then he starts laughing at me. I eventually calm down and blow my nose and regain my composure, and I started laughing too. We did not go back into the church, we left and got some lunch instead. I think we may try to go back next week, but only if there isn't a baptism on the bulletin. You see I told you never a dull moment with me.

Thursday tidbits

Updates...let's see where do I begin? I went to the doctor yesterday for my 16 week (4 month) check up. All seems to be well with me and baby. The heartbeat sounds great. I have not gained anymore weight, which is really good! I am feeling alright most days. I still have some times when I am extremely nauseated and gag at the least little thing, like when I brush my teeth. For the most part though I am feeling better. I have more energy than I did a month ago and I am able to stay awake past 9:00. Next month is the big sonogram! I can't wait to find out if the baby is a girl or a boy.

The office assistant search is over, you can stop sending the resumes. I was very relieved last week when a former employee called to see about filing the position. We worked out everything and she was to start on Wednesday. Okay she has worked here before so she knows how our boss is about things. He hates tardiness! He fired one of the assistants for always being late, and she knows this. I got here yesterday right at 8:30 and she wasn't here yet. I was a little worried, but I knew there had to be a good explanation. I tried calling her house to make sure that she had not overslept or something, no answer. The boss kept calling me asking if I had heard from her, well of course I had not. She comes in at 9:15 like it is no big deal that she is 45 minutes late and didn't bother to call on her first day of work! So I had to fire her, yeah that was not pleasant. I don't make the rules, I just try my best to follow them and if the boss says send her home, then I have to. It was really hard because not only is she a former co-worker, she is a friend of mine, but there was no excuse for her not to call and let us know she was going to be late. So then I was back at square one, with no assistant. Keep in mind that I have been running the ofice by myself all week, which means that most of my work has not been getting done. There was one girl left that I had interviewed that seemed to have her wits about her. She starts tomorrow, so here I go again having to train a newby! I hate training people, I just pray that she catches on and it doesn't take me long to train her on the basics.

I trust everyone was on the edge of their seats last night to see who would be crowned the next Amreican Idol. I know I was! NOT! I did watch it this season though, for the first time. I really liked Kerry and Bo, so I didn't care who won. Now I am a little sad because I don't have anything to watch on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I guess it means that I can get off the sofa and do something.

One last thing, just want to tell my bestest friend Happy Anniversary today! She has been married 5 years. I was gonna send you a card, but hey, I can't remember every freakin' thing okay? I hope you have fun on your little get a way this weekend.

I think that about covers everything that has been going on with me, if I left anything out, leave it in comments and I will get back to you.

Ewwweee...gag........

Lately the least little stinky smell makes me want to vomit. It is really awful. I am one of those people that hate to throw up, not that I really know anyone who admittedly likes to throw up, but you know what I mean. Although lately I find myself gagging at the least little thing. My hubby farted in the car Sunday and I had to hang my head out the window as I was gagging. I know it made him feel bad, but honestly I can't help it. So I get here to work this morning and when I get to the top of the stairs it hits me, the smell! Now I don't exactly know what the smell was, but it wasn't pleasant. After I had been here about an hour a co-worker came into my office and asked if I had smelled the stinch. Well of course I had, it nearly made me sick. She then informs me that it was her trash can. Okay how could you not smell that funk in your tiny little office? She has scrubbed her trash can now and I think the smell is gone. I have ran through the office with a can of air freshner to at least momentarily cover the funky odor and hopefully prevent anymore gagging on my part. Is there a remedy for the gagging at the least little funky smell?

Taking some time off

I have decided to take part of the day off today. No I am not sick or anything, I just have some things to do. Oh and no one else knows that I am taking this time off. You see, I am here at work. As a matter of fact I am even at my desk. I was running late this morning so I did not have time to put on my face. I also had to leave my house a little early this morning to run by Burger King and get a croissant-wich, I was really craving one today. So after I got here I remembered that I had bills to pay (today is payday for me!), so I wrote out checks for them and got them ready to be mailed. Then I decided I might as well put my face on. When I was looking in the mirror, I realized that I really needed to pluck my stray brows. So I got out my trusty tweezers and plucked away. Then I put my face on. I think I am going to paint my finger nails next. I don't usually do things like thia at work, unless I am at lunch or something, but you see with my office assistant leaving next week and me having to train the new person, things are guaranteed to be chaotic for a few weeks until the new person catches on. Oh yeah and I basically worked yesterday by myself, my office assistant was off and my boss left early, and I had all my regular job duties as well as hers and I interviewed 6 people. So I think I deserve a break today. I am sure that I will get to work soon, as soon as my nails are dry. I wish I had the day off today. My hubby is off at field day with his child and my best friend (Well Fed Pheonix) is in town getting her hair done and shopping. I am having lunch with her, so I have that to look forward to. I hope everyone has a nice relaxing Friday and a great weekend.

Driving a car

Am I the only one left still driving a car in a SUV world? I am the only person at work who still drives a car. When we go to my child's school or ball games ours is the only car there usually. Most people either have a SUV or a mini-van. I really don't want a SUV or mini-van. I have always swore that I would never be that mom. You know that mom that drives her kids and everyone else's everywhere in the mini-van. You know your typical soccer mom. If you are that mom I apologize to you up front. A mini-van has never been a dream car for me. I know they are practical when you have a basketball team of children, but we all know that I am not a practical person. I am about somethings, but not about a freakin' van. Now there are some SUV's that I would not mind owning, if someone gave them to me. You see the thing is my car is paid for and I love my car. We have been through 2 marriages, a divorce, 6 neices, so much together. My car is a great car, we have many miles left to travel together! One of the downsides to having a car now is that you can't see around the larger than life SUV or van in front of you in traffic. I think they should have a special lane on the freeway for cars and only cars. No SUVs or vans allowed. Another thing about a SUV or van is the gas mileage. With gas more than 2 bucks a gallon who can afford to drive them? Well I know there are people who get paid more than peanuts, but still, you have to admit that 8 mpg is not a good thing! I feel like I am becoming one of a dying breed, a car driver.

Help wanted

My office assistant informed me last week that she was leaving. She is moving back to her home town to help her parents. They are in their late 70s or early 80s and need someone to check in on them and help them with tasks such as grocery shopping and cooking, you know those pesky things that we must all do. So the last full week of this month will be her last week. She gave me a nice big notice and for that I am grateful. Now comes the really hard part, finding a replacement. The ad for the job was in the paper yesterday and it is posted on Career Builder on the web, so I have been skimming through resumes all day today. You would not believe how many people do not proofread their resume. I am sorry but I am not going to hire someone who can't use the spell check or make complete sentences. Just because you put a period at the end of a phrase does not make it a sentence. I was going to post some examples on here, but knowing my luck they would find this post and sue me or something. Just know that it is bad, very bad. It is so bad that my head is hurting. It hurts like I want to rest my head on my desk and start over.

I hate trying to hire a new person, especially now. I need someone really fast because my boss will be on vacation next month and I will be on vacation in July. Oh yeah and the whole maternity leave thing,, yeah this whole hiring a newby is stressing me out. Not only do I have to interview and find just the right person, I have to hire them and then train them. I think I have weeded out a few decent resumes to call for interviews. Something else I hate, interviewing... Yeah it sucks, big time. As much as a person hates to be interviewed, I hate to interview them. I am probably more nervous than they are about the interview. My interview lasts about 15 minutes, because really I don't care about most of the shit that they ask in interviews. I just want to know if they mind coming to work and putting in 8 hours and then going home. You can't ask some of the more important questions because they are considered discrimination or some crap. Wish me luck in finding a new office assistant, I certainly need it!

I hope everyone had a great mother's day, even if you aren't a mother. I know I did. I went to my mom's for lunch. She cooked homemade Lasagna. One word---YUMMY! I got to see 2 of my sisters and 5 of my 6 nieces, oh yeah and my Granny, let's not leave her out.. My mom has a new little kitten and it is so adorable. I had a good visit with my family. My hubby went to church with his mom and then to lunch with her.

I met up with them in the afternoon and we went to see "Monster-in-law". What a great way to spend mother's day. The movie was good. My hubby was bored with it, but his mom and I enjoyed it and isn't that really what counts. After the movie, we went to see his Grandmother. Then we went home, finally! All in all it was a great ending to a good weekend!

Let's talk about sex!

I think I need to have sex. I was awakened this morning by an orgasm. I had a very erotic dream and actually had an orgasm, without being touched! After I woke up I was left wondering was it real or not. Well the orgasm was real, but the dream unfortunately wasn't. My hubby and I have a good sex life, I think we do it more than the average married couple. Since I have gotten pregnant, things have just been different in our sex life. For one I am constantly tired and nauseated. I am asleep most nights by nine or ten o'clock. If we don't have sex as soon as I get home from work during the week, it just ain't gonna happen. There is no waiting until after supper or after we take the child back home. We have the child on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and every other weekend, so that only leaves a few days open for sex. It is bad that our lives have gotten so busy that we have to schedule sex, but hey if it works, do it. We do have sex at random other times, but not as much as we would like. Hubby has also been tired and cranky since I have gotten pregnant. He has been doing most of the household chores, as well as grocery shopping and stuff like that. So he is tired too. He also thinks that I am too tired to have sex so he doesn't even try. I have told him to at least try, he will not be disappointed. Sometimes I am too tired to initiate it, but not too tired to take part in it. Does that make sense? Anyway back to my original thought, I think I need to have some sex. All I have to say is hubby better look out, because here I come!!!

Breathless moments

Do things like this only happen to me?

I had to call tech support for our software system this morning. As I am sitting on the phone waiting for this guy to fix our problem, which by the way took like 20 minutes or so, he is breathing into the phone. I thought I was in a wind tunnell or something. It was so annoying. Could he not hear himself in the phone? Has he never heard of taking his mouth away from the phone when he is just breathing? I just wanted to scream. If his breathing was sexy, maybe I would not have minded so much, but it was just like holding the phone in front of a fan on high. Do they not teach phone ettiquette in tech support classes?

Sword swallowers and court jesters

Welcome to Monday. I am tired, my tummy hurts, and I really feel like whining. Although I won't whine too much. I did have a great lunch today with my best friend. Thanks Well-Fed Pheonix for lunch and wonderful company. So far that has been the best part of my day. It has all been down hill from there, but what do you expect it is Monday.

My weekend was alright. On Saturday me, hubby, child, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law all loaded up in the car to head towards Atlanta to the Renaissance Festival. It rained all the way there! Not just sprinkles of rain, but torrents of rain. Big lightning and thunder accompanied the rain. It was a mess. So we finally got to our destination and it did stop raining. The Renaissance Festival is held outside, of course. So it was a huge mud pit of people dressed in all the fancy Medieval attire. It was not very crowded, which was nice. We really did have a good time. I will spare you the details of all the side shows and the sword swallower. I nearly threw up while we watched the sword swallower, my stomach is much weaker than it was before I got pregnant. This court jester took a liking to my mother-in-law and everytime we saw him he called out to her from where ever he was at and came over and talked to her. It was hilaroius! You would have to know my mother-in-law, all prim and proper, being flirted with by this man in tights and a costume. We always have such a good time. This is the third year that we have gone and we aren't all into Renaissance stuff or anything like that, it is just something different to do.

We walked for miles and miles Saturday, so Sunday I laid my big pregnant ass on the sofa and slept on and off most of the day. I just really vegged out yesterday. I did not even bother to take a shower. I did however manage to paint my nails. They so badly needed it. Even after all the resting yesterday I am still tired today. I need some energy!

How Now Brown Cow

I went to my second Doctor's appointment yesterday. My hubby went with me. We got to hear the baby's heartbeat. It was awesome. I have gained more weight than I should, but I told them that I did not think that was accurate because I had just eaten a HUGE lunch. You know it was Administrative Professionals Day and my boss took me to lunch. Anyway now I feel like a cow. It's not like I am eating food that is bad for me all the time. I have increased my dairy intake (for calcium) and fruits and veggies, just like all the books tell you to do. I have started eating a decent breakfast. I guess I need to stop resting so much and get out and get some exercise. I also found out that I have A+ blood. Even my blood is an overachiever, that was what I was thinking when the doctor told me my blood type. I am also 12 weeks today, which means I have reached the end of the first trimester. The risks for birth defects and miscarriage are greatly reduced now. The doctor said that everything looked fine and the heartbeat sounded great, so I will go back in 4 weeks for another check-up.

Happy Administrative Professional's Day

Happy Administrative Professional's Day! Go ahead have that Margarita at lunch, you deserve it for the crap that you have to put up with at work. I hope every one of you AP's get something good. I don't know what I will get, but I do know that my boss will take me to lunch. I had to remind him yesterday that this day was coming. You see he sometimes forgets things like birthdays, AP's day, etc. I have a nice little gift for my office assistant. I wish I could afford to get her something really good, but hey do I look like I make the big bucks? Afterall, it is the thought that counts and I thought about it so that counts right? No seriously, I think it is fabulous that we get recognized for doing our jobs, after all bosses have bosses day and we all know that the AP's work harder. So take off your shoes, prop your feet up on your desk, turn your radio up loud and enjoy your day!

I need your help...

I have a friend, let's call him C, who is graduating from not one but 2 colleges in a few weeks. He is super smart, worked very hard for it and managed to do double duty in college and graduate from both colleges. I received my invitation the other day and I know I can't go. He lives like 10 hours away from me and I just can't make that trip right now. I would love to go, I haven't seen him in a few years, but it's not gonna happen. Anyway, my dilema, what do I get him. Do I get him a gift and send it to him, do I send money? What do you get for someone who is nearly 30, you haven't seen in a few years, yet you have known since you were 12. HELP!

All apologies...

I am really pissed off right now. I wrote this very long post this morning about my sister and when I got ready to publish it something went wrong and now all my hard work is gone. I don't have it saved anywhere else, stupid me! I am at work so I don't have time to rewrite it. So I am screwed when it comes to a post for today. Maybe I can rewrite it this weekend and post it on Monday. Have a good weekend.

My date with Lance Armstrong

So I have a date with Lance Armstrong this afternoon. Is there anything that you would like for me to tell him for you? Okay so I don't actually have a date with him, but he will be racing right by my office this afternoon. Today is the beginning of the 3rd Tour de Georgia. This is the second year that Lance has graced us with his presence. What a way to get support for your little bike race, have Lance race in it. The racers will speed into town this afternoon sometime around 3 or 4 and the entire downtown area will shutdown until the last racer has passed. It usually takes about 12 minutes or so. That means that I will get an extra 12 minutes outside today (away from my desk) to cheer on the cyclists. Whoo Hoo!!! Yes I am excited, it is a very fun thing to watch those men in those little tight biking outfits go whizzing by. Last year someone had a whole in the rear of his pants. It was extremely funny, well I am sure that it was not funny to him, but to those who delight in others misfortunes it was very funny! Anyway I will scream extra loud for those of you who can't join me at this historic event! Hope you have a fabulous Tuesday.

Champions on Ice at the Tea Party and other things...

I have such a busy weekend, I am exhausted just thinking about it. Tonight I am going with my child, mom-in-law, and sister-in-law to see the Champions on Ice. How exciting!!!! Don't you wish you could come too? No seriously it should be a great show, if I can stay awake. You know this whole pregnant thing is really tiring. It makes tasks like staying awake past nine a real challenge.

Tomorrow my child has a 10:15 soccer game. Then immediately after the game we have to rush to a nearby city for my husband's grandmother's 85th birthday party. It is a surprise tea party at the same place my child's party was at in January, so please don't tell her. I was really looking forward to it until I found out a cousin's wife that I don't particularly care for will be there. It will be my first time seeing some of these relatives since we found out that I'm pregnant so that should be fun. I get to answer all the same questions, how far along are you...do you want a boy or a girl...do you have any names picked out yet...when are you due... fun, fun, fun! On top of all that we haven't gotten her a gift yet. I guess I can get my hubby to go pick her out something real nice while I am at the Ice Skating show. What do you get an 85 year old woman that has everything?

In addition to all that my neice is still in the hospital. It is definatley(is that right?) a staph infection. It has decided to also take residence in her lungs so she is coughing up this really pretty stuff. She is still on super strong antibiotics and she will not be able to go home until she is fever-free for 24 hours. The swelling has gone down in her face and she is beginning to look like her self again instead of one of the monkeys from Planet of the Apes. I hope she is well soon. She is really sad that she is missing her softball games and school. So I have to try to find some time this weekend to go visit her in the hospital.

I think I need a longer weekend!!!

Tuesday Trauma

So I am sitting here at work, you know just working and my phone rings. My phone rings quite a bit throughout the day, so I answered it like I normally do. The voice on the other end of the phone was not one that often calls me so I was a little shocked when she started talking. It was my sister M. Usually when she calls, she needs a favor or something along those lines so it kind of annoyed me when I heard her voice.

"This is sunShine, can I help you?"

"Hey, mom wanted me to call you and let you know that J is in the hospital."
J is my 14 year old neice. Immediately I begin to tear up as I listen to her explain to me what they think is wrong. She pleads with me not to cry or get upset, afterall I am pregnant. My mom gets on the phone and I immediately lose it and am sitting here at my desk at work crying my eyes out. I tell them that I will be there as soon as I get off work, but if they need me before then to let me know because I am only 2 blocks from the hospital.

Turns out she has cellulitis in her face, caused by a pimple that she kept picking at and it got a nasty very aggressive infection that attacked her little body. The infection has irritated any scratches or ant bites or any superficial cut on her body and infected them too. It also made her so sick that she has not been able to keep any food down and she was so dehydrated that she had lost 5 lbs in 2 days. It also has made her face swell so bad that she can barely open her eyes. They have ran all kinds of tests and are growing the cultures of the bacteria at this very moment in a lab somewhere to see exactly what it is that attacked her. Good news is that her fever has come way down, it was 104 and when I left the hospital last night it was 100.3. She seems to be responding well to the antibiotics and she was able to keep some food down last night. She seems to be on the road to recovery! Hopefully she will get to go home tomorrow.

It just hurts me so much to think about any of my neices in pain or sick. It is just such a helpless feeling. She looks so small and frail in that big hospital bed hooked to those tubes and machines. I just want to run in and grab her out of the bed and hold her close to me and make it all go away. I guess no matter how much you want to, you can't protect them from everything. Sometimes kids have to go throught things alone and all you can do is stand my them and be there for them.

I was there when J was born. Her dad came out to the waiting room to tell us that she was here and my mom and I rushed back there to see her and my sister. I held that tiny little angel in my arms and my mom uncovered her and we counted her 10 perfect little fingers and 10 perfect little toes. Since that day she has been perfect in my eyes. She spent so much time with me when she was a small child. You know I was the cool aunt. The one with no kids of her own that loved to shop and take them to do fun stuff. She has grown up so much now that she would rather be with her friends and I understand that, but sometimes I miss the little rosy cheeked kid who just wanted to stay with me. She does occassionally take a break from her teenage life and spend the night with me and we order pizza and stay up late watching movies and talking.

Weekend Wanderings

I had a good birthday weekend! I got lots of sleep on Friday night and Saturday, which was wonderful. Hubby and I went to the movies with his family on Saturday night and went out to eat. We went to see "Hitch". Have you seen it? It was so funny! We had a great time.

Then on Sunday we worked in the yard. Of course I did not do much. I planted a few seeds and bulbs and pruned the rose bushes. All that yard work that I didn't do has my back hurting this morning. It was worth it, our yard looks so beautiful right now. All the azaleas and dogwoods are blooming. We also have some purple wisteria mixed in the trees that is in full bloom. Now that the grass is cut and the gutters are cleaned it looks great.

We also did something else this weekend. My hubby and I switched sides of the bed. I have slept on the same side of the bed forever. I mean really since I have shared a bed with someone else I have slept on the same side of the bed. We have read that while you are pregnant, especially in the latter months it is better for you and the baby for you to sleep on your left side. Well I want to do everything that I can to keep my little fetus happy so I am trying to learn to sleep on my left side. I wake up during the night and I am on my right side again, of course. So I have to roll over and try to get comfy on my left side. So far it hasn't been too bad being on the opposite side of the bed. The only thing that worries me about being on this side of the bed is that it is closest to the door, which means if someone were to come in during the night they would get me first. We all hope that won't happen, but wouldn't it make you feel better to have your hubby sleeping closest to the door, just in case.

Happy Birthday to me...

My birthday is on Saturday! I will be 29. One year closer to 30. So far I have had 2 parties (and cakes) in my honor and we are having another one today at lunch at work. It is always nice to be honored and celebrated. Although it does make me feel a bit stupid to be the center of everyone singing off key Happy Birthday to me! Birthday parties are always fun, right?. Some part of me has always dreaded my birthday. I nearly have an anxiety attack thinking about being that center of attention. I hate for everyone to be watching me opening my gifts. I have never liked being the center of attention in a crowd. I have always vowed to kill anyone that told the waitress at a restaurant that it was my birthday. How horrible to have the whole freakin' restaurant looking at you singing to you! The thought of that just makes me want to crawl under the table and hide. Yeah, yeah I know I should lighten up and be happy that all those people are singing to me. (rolling my eyes) Deep down I don't know why I dread birthdays so much. I love getting gifts and being pampered, that is what birthdays are all about right? Anyway think about me on Saturday because that will be my birthday.

Driving Miss Daisy

I was waiting in the slow drive thru of a fast food restaurant today at lunch and a song was on the radio that brought back memories. It was a country song about learning to drive. Do you remember when you first learned to drive? I was 10 when I took my first driving lesson. Yes you heard me correctly, 10 years old. I grew up in the country, on a Georgia red dirt road to be exact. My sister had a mint green Camaro, I loved that car. She was way older than me, 11 years to be exact. One day she was at the house visiting and she asked me if I wanted to learn to drive. Well, yeah! What 10 year old doesn't dream of driving. So we got in the car, me seated on a few pillows so I could see over the hood. I cranked the car and put it in drive and away we went. We only drove a few miles but it seemed like a long time to me. I was so scared, everytime we met a car on the road I pulled over to the side to let them drive by me. I still had a lot to learn about driving, heck sometimes I think I still do. I bet I did not drive over about 30 miles an hour that day. I felt so grown up driving! Now it is almost a chore, a must to get from point A to point B. Isn't it funny how a song can spark a memory?

Hello all my blogger friends!

I just wanted to take this time to tell you all hello and to extend apologies for not commenting as often as I should. I do read most of you daily (see Daily Distractions). But lately for whatever reason and I don't know if it is blogger or my fabulous computer but I am having problems leaving comments. So don't think that I have abandoned you, I am here, lurking,, reading, frustrated because I sometimes can't comment. I have received a few emails from people telling me that they are having problems leaving comments for me. So I know that you all are reading me and are also unable to comment. I hope you all have a wonderful day. Thank you for visiting!

Changes

That is what I am going through to say the least. I am not going to turn this into a pregnancy blog, but I will keep you updated on my progression with my pregnancy. This post is about my pregnancy, so if that doesn't interest you, just tune out now and check back tomorrow for another subject.

Let me just say that it is an amazing feeling knowing that there is a life growing inside of me. Because of this little one inside of me so many things are changing, not just on the inside but on the outside too. I have never been pregnant before so all of these things are so new to me. Crying at a moments notice has now become everyday occurrences. I think I could win an Oscar for a teary scene now. If I think about the miracle growing inside of me, I cry. If I hear a sad song, I cry. If someone tells me any good or bad news, I cry. Sometimes I just cry for no reason. My tear ducts have gotten a work out and I am proud to report they work just fine.

I am bloated! You know how it feels before your period starts? Well imagine that times about 10. None of my jeans and most of my pants don't fit me. Yet it is a bit early to start wearing those beautiful maternity fashions, so instead I am relying on the few really stretchy things in my wardrobe to get me through. Hallalujah for stretchy fabrics!

By boobs hurt and they are big. I bet my hubby would like to touch them, but I don't see it happening right now. I hope they will get less sore as this pregnancy goes on. I would like for him to be able to enjoy them too before they are gone!

I drink constantly. I feel like a freaking fish or something. I am thirsty all the time. I wake up in the middle of the night and my mouth feels like the desert. I have never drank this much in my entire life. The downside to all of the liquid, you guessed it. I go to the bathroom ten times more than I did before. I hate to see when the baby gets big and starts pressing on my bladder. I may have to set up my desk in the restroom so I can get something done while I am here.

The foods and drinks that I really like don't appeal to me anymore. WHAT? Yeah, um I haven't had a cup of coffee or a Dr. Pepper or a doughnut or pastry item in more than 2 weeks now. The mere thought of coffee and sweets makes me wanna hurl. I kicked my caffeine habit without the headaches.

I stopped taking my crazy pills and I am happy! Yes I haven't killed anyone and I think I will be okay. I do get moody sometimes, but most pregnant women do. I have only had a very few times that it was a little hard for me to breathe because I was stressed out and I just needed to relax.

I can sleep anytime. It isn't usually for long because I have to get up to go pee. If I do manage to sleep through the night without waking up my bladder hurts so bad I just wanna cry. Do you think my body is trying to prepare me for when the baby gets here?

There have been so many other changes and I know I have so much more to go. I am writing a journal about my pregnancy and I am thinking of writing a journal to the baby, you know filled with all sorts of stories about the baby and my thoughts and feelings. Do you have any other ideas about things like that?

The baby is 7mm long

I had my first prenatal visit yesterday and everything went fabulous. The doc said that everything looked to be on schedule. I am 6 weeks and 6 days. My due date is November 11. The doc did an ultrasound so I got to see my little munchkin's heart beating! It was truly awesome, I was crying. I think I am still in shock that I am having a baby. Anywho I have a little sonogram pic of the munchkin, you almost need a magnifying glass to see it because it is so small. I wish I had access to a scanner and I would post it on here to show you all.

The right to live

Have you ever thought much about it? I haven't until this case in Florida and I will not mention her name on here because I don't want this post to come up when people look for her. Let me start off by saying that I do not agree with withholding food from her. She isn't in a coma people, she is awake and she knows people when they come to see her. I think if she had some physical therapy she would be so much better. She isn't a vegetable. Her husband just doesn't want the burden of caring for his wife. Well fine then sign over your rights and let her parents care for her. This is the craziest thing that I have ever heard. He keeps saying that she wouldn't want to live like that, well apparently she does have a will to live buddy if not she would have died long ago. It's not like she is on life support not able to breathe or open her eyes, she can't eat. Is feeding someone considered life support? If so maybe we should stop feeding these old people in the nursing home that can't feed themselves. Where does it end?

This case is so close to me because a few years ago, probably closer to 10 now, a woman that is very close to my family was involved in a car accident. Everyone else in the car with her including her husband and 2 grandchildren (one of which is my neice) was fine. However her airbag deployed and her seatbelt did not catch and it caused her to hit her head on the dashboard. This rather large hit on the head, put her in a coma. The doctors did all sorts of tests on her and said that she would never wake up. Her husband should say his goodbyes and unplug her from the life support that she was on. Her husband instructed the doctros to not speak to him about her condition in front of her, hearing is your very last sense to go. Many doctor's believe that comatose people can hear even when we think they can't. Well imagine everyone's surprise when she opened her eyes. Then the doctors advised him to pick out a nice nursing home for her to spend her days in since he wouldn't just let die. Well a nursing home really wasn't an option either. He refused to be away from her. He would only leave the hospital during the day to go home and shower and change clothes when someone else was there to stay with her. He never spent a night away from her during all of that. So he inlisted some family members and a nurse to come to the house to help him care for her needs. He refused to give up on her and she has made great improvements. No she will never run a marathon or drive a car or speak again, but she is mobile and she does communicate with everyone. After she was released to go home she had to be fed with a feeding tube because she had to learn how to chew and swallow again, but once she learned that in her therapy she can eat.

After living through all of that (trust me that is the abbreviated version) and seeing how someone can make a comeback after the doctors have said there is no hope I just don't see how her husband can give up hope and just move on with his life. Apparently he has done that, and that is fine, but should he be able to kill her and withhold treatments from her just because he doesn't want the burden of caring for her? If he doesn't feel that her life or quality of life is worth being sustained by a feeding tube then he should relinquish his rights to her and divorce her and let her parents take care of her. I do not want to be kept alive by machines if something should ever happen to me, but if I have brain function enough to know my family for Christ's sake don't stop feeding me! When does it stop being about life support and become murder? How can this man sleep at night knowing that he is petitioning the courts to kill his wife?

Guilty or not?

Do you think that Scott Peterson is guilty? And if so does her deserve to die for his crimes? I do believe that he is guilty. Too many things add up to him. By chance if he did not do it, then I hope they find they person that killed Laci and her unborn baby. I think that he should die for his crimes. I am a believer in the death penalty. Now I don't agree with death row inmates sitting on death row for years and years before they are put to death. I think it should be a fairly quick thing. Maybe one appeal or so and then boom dead... Especially the ones that no doubt committed their crimes. I know that seems harsh, but if we have sentenced them to death and there is no chance in hell that they will ever be put back out on the streets to live a normal life then why keep them alive in a prison with no hope. It costs taxpayers something like $30,000.00 a year to house and take care of 1 inmate. I could think of other places that money could be used. Our school systems could certainly benefit from the extra money. The elderly are also a group of people that could certainly benefit from a raise in their fixed incomes. Maybe I should run for public office, there are so many things that need to be changed.

We're having a baby...

I took the test last week and 2 positive tests later I believe it. Well at least I think I believe it. I go to the doctor next Tuesday and he will confirm it for us. I am so excited. It feels so wierd to tell people that I am pregnant. I told my boss and my co-workers today, they are all very happy. A few were extremely shocked. My boss handled it very well, I was kind of afraid to tell him. I mostly take care of a lot of the office stuff and run the company so he can do the things that he wants to do. I will have to retrain him on some things that he will have to do while I am gone. Isn't that funny that I will have to train my boss to do things that he used to do on a daily basis. Oh well, I have plenty of time to work out all those details.

We told our child on Friday. She is so excited about being a big sister. She kissed my stomach goodnight Friday before we went to bed. She is such a sweet child. I hope she stays this happy even after the baby comes. We let her tell my hubby's family and of course they are excited.

I told my mom Friday and she started crying. She said she had began to wonder if I would ever have any, you know I am almost 29 and all. I am telling the rest of my family on Saturday at our Easter egg hunt. I am sure that they will be thrilled.

Is it really a disease?

Do you think alcoholism is really a disease? Do you think it is heriditary? As I was driving home the other day I was pondering these questions and reflecting on my opinions of this issue. I grew up in a family of alcoholics. My granddad on my mom's side was an alcoholic, my dad was an alcoholic, my mom was an alcoholic, my sister is an alcoholic, my ex-husband is an alcoholic as was his dad. There seems to be a pattern here. This post is only my opinion from what I have lived, so if you don't agree with me that's fine.

My dad was an alcoholic, that much I know. Some of the rest of the facts have been filled in from my family. I don't have too many memories of my dad, and sometimes I think that is probably for the best. He was a very hard worker, from sun up to sun down. It was after the sun went down that he changed. He would get off work on his payday and my mom would know that he wasn't coming home. She would meet him and get his paycheck and he would go out to the bar. She woud go home and get supper on the table and get us kids ready for bed and get a neighbor or friend to come and sit with us and she would go looking for him.

I could not imagine that being my life, until I got married. I worked nights in a factory and went to college during the day. My ex-husband worked days and he had the nights free, so he would get off work and meet up with his friends and drink and party, as long as he was home before I got home from work, everything was fine. Then it got worse. I would get home and he would not be there, and the really bad thing was that he was MIA in his work van. So guess what I would do? Yep, I would get in the car and go to all of his hangouts looking for him. I would be so pissed off driving around in the wee hours of the morning looking for him. It got so bad that sometimes when the phone rang at work I would pray that it would be the coroner calling to tell me that he had been in a terrible crash and they had not been able to save him. Of course that call never came. Although I did get the call that he had been arrested for DUI and he wanted me to come and get him out of jail. Well it never happened, I don't bail people out of jail for pure stupidity. You think your friends are that great, let them get you out. Better yet, why not call your parents. I eventually quit going to look for him. I would just go to bed and hope for the worst. When we separated and eventually divorced I found so many liquor bottles and beer bottles and cans. It was a real eye opener. Sometimes it is hard to see things when you are in the middle of it, you know the whole can't see the forest for the trees saying. It was not like I was uncaring, I tried to get him help. The only problem with that was that you have to want help to be helped. He just has an addictive personality and eventually he moved on from alcohol to drugs. The last time I talked to him he was high as a kite and as happy as he could be. I still pray for him, because I know deep down inside the person that he really is.

After my dad died, my mom went through her second teenage phase. Afterall she did get married at 16 and started having children a year later. She went out drinking and partying all the time and dated loser after loser. You would think that after having put up with my dad and her dad growing up that she would want something different. Well she did, she finally found someone worse than my dad. She found an alcoholic younger than her that needed someone to take care of him. So she moved him in and things went from bad to worse. They went out drinking and partying all the time. She started drinking in the afternoons and at night. They would both drink and then fight. I still have nighmares about it sometimes. It is not like you can reason with a drunk. I never had friends come over and spend the night because you never knew when the evening would turn into a bar room brawl. How fitting that I would marry someone at least the first time that had those same problems. The same kind of man that I had grown up around and been influenced by. I rarely if ever saw my mom hold hands or receive affection. I never really saw my mother be loved my someone else. I have made every effort in my own life to show my child how a woman should treat her husband and in return how she deserves to be treated. That is really a whole other post for another day.

Growing up in that environment I have to wonder why am I not like them. My sisters are to a certain degree, each one of them have something that they are or have been addicted to. I have one sister that lost her children because drinking and partying are far more important than being a mother for her. I have another sister that does drugs. Thank God in heaven she never had children. I just knew that growing up I wanted to be different. I did not drink much in highschool or since then because deep down I am scared that I will be like them. I don't want that demon to take hold of me. I have never used drugs, except those prescribed by the doctor. My ex-husband always called me little miss goody two shoes because I could pass on anything. When the joint came around I did not feel pressured to take a hit, I knew in the end I had to live with the decisions that I made and I made the decision to be different.

I could write about this topic all day and I could give you facts from experts and statistics, but I think personal experience speaks volumes. After all statistics are just a bunch of numbers.

March, in like a lion...

Whew! The wind just blew me in to work. The lion that is known as the beginning of March is roaring today. I don't know why I bothered to fix my hair this morning. As soon as I walked outside it was blown to the other side of my head. A positive thing about the wind: It cleans the pinestraw and leaves from my driveway.

Let's see what is going on inside my head today (BEWARE: this is completely random):

I am so tired. I don't know how much longer I can take this fitful sleeping that my mind and body have decided to indulge me in. It has to stop soon!

Today is day 34 of my cycle. For those of you that have been reading me for a while, you know that hubby and I are trying unsuccessfully to get pregnant. I am late again. I wonder if this is just a cruel joke that my body is playing on me. I just can't get excited for fear of the disappointment. We have decided to wait until Friday if no period then we will get the test and see. It is so hard being disappointed every month. Maybe this is the one!

I miss my best friend. I feel like she is a world away. She sent me a really funny card which I got yesterday. What a fantastic way to start a Monday.

I have so much going on the next few weekends, I will not have a chance to rest or do anything else. We have our child the next 2 weekends. She is playing soccer now (did I mention that before?) so we have soccer games to get her to. She is singing the national anthem along with her chorus group at a hockey game on the 18th. The 19th is when my family is doing Easter and the spring birthdays. Then the next weekend is Easter and I have the weekend lunch program for the homeless both Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention both of those weekends are the Cherry Blossom Festival. I need a vacation!

I am hungry. I wonder what will be good for lunch. I am trying to convince myself to think outside the bun today. Oh how I love to think outisde the bun!

Why has the mailman not gotten here yet? He must be lost or something. Maybe this strong wind has blown his van off the road.

My fish is swimming around today. He must be feeling better.

There is a peek inside my head for you. Have a happy Tuesday!

Just keep swimming

Happy Friday! I have to tell you this quick story. Yesterday I was leaving work a little early, so I was just sort of killing time. My computer was acting crazy so I was rebooting it and waiting for it to come back to life and I decided that I would change my betta fish Toto's water. It was a yucky shade of green. I dipped him out and put him in a cup like I usually do when I clean his tank. I cleaned it and refilled it with water and put him back in his happy little home. I carried him back to my desk when all of a sudden the tank slipped out of my hands. It hit my desk at an angle and water and rocks went flying. Office assistant said it looked like a water fall. Well I quick picked up the container and rushed it to the sink to refill Toto's home with water. He wasn't moving. I thought I had killed him. I left his container in the sink while I ran back to my desk to try and salvage the files and paperwork that were scattered on my desk. What a mess, water and rocks everywhere. The carpet in front of my desk was soaked as was everything on my desk. I blotted up all the water that I could and laid all my paperwork out flat to dry. I went back to check on my fish and he was moving. He survived but I think it scared him really badly. Anyway now he won't eat, so I fear the end may be near for him. My office assistant is still laughing about the whole thing..She said she has never seen anything like that in all of her life.

On a completely different note here is a little Q & A for your reaading pleasure. Feel free to steal this list. I stole it from Judy at Life as a Knockoff Bag!

1. First name? Samantha
2. Were you named after anyone? Yes, A little girl n a commercial. My dad liked her name.
3. Do you wish on stars? Sometimes I wish Matthew McConahey would come and visit me. Oh wait that wasn't what you meant.
4. When did you last cry? I honestly don't remember. Maybe it is time for a good cry.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Not usually.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Smoked turkey, you didn't know that turkey smoked did you?
7. What is your birth date? April 9, 1976
8. How many pairs of shoes do you own? At least 55 pair, is that too many?
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Duh! Yeah, everyone wants to be my friend.
10. What is the color of the handtowel in your bathroom? Sage green, plain
11. Would you ever get plastic surgery? I have seriously thought about Liposuction, but it just looks too painful.
12. What are you good at that not many people know about? Cooking
13. Shamrock shakes - do you think they'd be good all year round? I didn't know shamrocks made a shake.
14. What is your favorite number? Today it is 6.
15. Your favorite word? actually
16. What is the last place you went to in your car? To work
17. Why are you doing this? Thought it might be fun.
18. Do you have a journal? Other than this one, no.
19. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Does a bear shit in the woods? You tell me.
20. Do you think leg warmers should make a comeback? Only if you are tredging through the snow.
21. Does your car have a name - what is it? No, but it should.
22. What are your nicknames? Sam, Sam-bo, Bo-bo, Mosey, Bo, Sammy, Sammy-poo, Sweetpea, Babygirl, Baby, that's all I can think of at the moment, there may be more.
23. Would you bungee jump? Why not, you only live once, and if your cord breaks that could end it all.
24. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No, I also don't untie them before I put them on.
25. Favorite Movie? My favorite movie of all time is, drumroll please, "The Wizard of Oz."
26. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Breyer's Peach
27. What is your least favorite ice cream flavor? chocolate, yuk!
28. Shoe Size? 8 1/2 or 9
29. Red or pink? Red
30. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? My pudgy tummy
31. Who do you miss most? My dad
33. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Jeans with black slip-ins.
34. What are you listening to right now? the radio, but I don't know the name of the song or who sings it.
35. Last thing you ate? A salad with my supper last night.
36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? golden yellow
37. What is the weather like right now? Chilly, but the sun is shining!
38. Last person you talked to on the phone? My co-worker
39. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes, teeth
40. The first thing you notice about the same sex? Shoes and purse
41. Favorite alcohol drink: Sex on the beach
42. Favorite regular drink? Sweet iced tea with lemon.
43. Favorite Sport to play? Me play sports, you must be joking.
44. Hair Color? Medium brown
45. Eye Color? Hazel
46. Do you wear contacts? no I wear glasses.
48. Favorite Food? Mexican
49. Last Movie You Watched? Finding Nemo
50. Favorite Day Of The Year? April 9
51. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Happy endings, especially if they make me cry.
52. Summer Or Winter? Honestly fall and spring. Too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter.
53. Hugs OR Kisses? Hugs, I am a hugger.
55. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? Blondie from Applebee's with Vanilla ice cream.
58. Living Arrangements? House with my hubby and our 3 dogs and child.
59. Graduate when? From high school, 1994.
62. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? Joey, Antiques Roadshow
63. Favorite Smells? The beach. my hubby, fresh cut grass, babies
64. What time do you go to bed? I try to stay awake until 11 during the week, but I don't usually make it.
65. If you had a pet chinchilla, what would its name be? Chilly-willy the baby chinchilla
66. What's the furthest you've been from home? Nassau, Bahamas, that's far isn't it?
67. Do you have a special talent? I don't think I have found it yet.
68. What is your ringtone? Think about it, my name is Samantha, so my ringtone is Bewitched..

Can you read the writing on the wall?

Have you ever wondered why you write the way you do? I don't mean the order of the words or your use of commas and periods, I mean your handwriting. Have you ever wondered why it looks the way that it does? Until today I had never really given it much thought. I write mostly in cursive, even if I start out in print I end up in cursive. My writing style is a mixture of cursive and non-cursive letters. There are some letters that I don't like to write in cursive. Take for example a cursive S, the only time I write a cursive capital S is at the beginning of my name. The rest of the time I write a regular S and just attach my other letters to it. Why is that? I wonder when my brain decided that the only time it would write a cursive capital S would be at the beginning of my name. I remember learning to write in cursive in school. I was in second grade, Ms. Hubbard's class. We had these little books that had the arrows around the curves in the letters to show us how to write them. Did anyone else have those little cursive writing books?

What makes one person's hand writing prettier than others? Is it heriditary. I don't really like my handwriting. I try to make an effort to write pretty, but it always ends up looking the same. I had an office assistant one time that had the best handwriting. She could write in cursive, print, Spanish, you name it and it looked uniform and very neat. My handwriting is all over the page, literally. One day it may be big and curly and the next day it may be small and scribbled. Maybe one day I will have a neat, uniform handwriting that others think is pretty.

Here comes Peter Cottontail...

Hopping down the bunny trail. Hippity Hoppity Easter's on it's way. It is an early Easter this year. I enjoy Easter, partly because it is usually near my birthday and partly because it usually signals the beginning of Spring. I climbed the stairs into the attic last night and got down the 2 boxes of Easter decorations. I put some out last night, maybe tonight I will feel like putting the rest of them out. I think I will make an egg tree in the front yard this year. Yes I am the person in your neighborhood that decorates for every holiday. And no we still have not taken the icicle lights off of the gutter from Christmas, but thanks for noticing.

Hello...Can I help you?

It has been a crazy day here at the office. It seems my phone has been ringing all day long. I have been so busy. It has really made me tired now! Anywho, I haven't been sleeping well at night. I have been dreaming the wierdest things. The dreams seem so real that I feel like I am actually there and then I wake up all unrested because I was so active in my dream. Does that make sense? Good, I am glad that you get me.

My mom's birthday was Saturday. She quit smoking on her birthday 4 years ago so we celebrate that milestone as well as her birth. We aren't having her party for a few weeks so I surprised her Saturday. She had to work so I got my family (husband and child) up and ready and we purchased a small cake and some balloons and a couple of gifts and went to her work and surprised her. She did not even tell her co-worker that it was her birthday. She was so surprised. She cried. I love my mom.

I love to do special thoughtful things for people. I especially love to send cards. I should own stock in Hallmark or one of those greeting card companies. I have a challenge for you: send a card to someone that you are thinking about for no reason. Not an e-card a real paper card with an envelope and all. Just watch the response that you get. It will make you feel good to know that you have brightened someone's day. Let me know what happens.

All good things must come to an end.

So next month is the Cherry Blossom Festival in our great town. Now granted I don't get into too many of the festival activities, there are a few things that have become family traditions with my sisters and neices. We spend an entire Saturday together going to the arts and crafts fairs and such but to start the day off we go and watch the hot air balloons take off. It is so beautiful to watch. We get there early in the morning like 6:30 and take blankets to sit on and cover up with and we pick up doughnuts and coffee and hot chocolate for the kids. We all snuggle up and eat our doughnuts and drink our warm beverages and relax and watch the balloons as they blow up and prepare to take off. It is something that brings our family closer together. Well this year they have changed the whole friggin' thing. It is now the Air Show and there is a $5.00 charge per person. Yeah they are going to have airplanes and crap there, but you know what if I wanted to see airplanes I would go to the air museum. We have been going to this event for at least 7 years and it has always been free. So then I talked to one of my sisters and she has to work, so I guess we just won't go this year. It is sad when traditions have to end, but like they say all good things must come to an end.

Brainlint

It is with a heavy heart that I am writing today. I have a few blogs that I read all the time. I feel like I know the writers. you know who you are. Sometimes I don't comment, but most of the time I do. Anyway, someone that I ready all the time is really having a rough time. She is Ellen over at "brainlint". Please go to my Daily Distractions and visit her, you know that I don't know how to link. She is a truly wonderful person who is battling a beast of a disease. She has cancer. This is something that is very near and dear to me as you will recall my dad died of cancer and I have had a scare with it myself. It seems like everytime she gets some good news something worse happens. She is someone who has truly impacted my thoughts and prayers. I have been awakened during the night with her on my mind, fighting this horrible disease.I hope if I ever have to face this beast that I will have the strength and courage that she has. As I read her blog this morning I was moved to tears, more bad news. This has really been weighing on my mind today and I thought I would share it with my readers. If you get a chance go by and leave her an encouraging word. That is all I have for now. Ellen if you read this, HUGS and PRAYERS!

It is official...

There is nothing we can do about it now. Georgia has chosen an official state amphibian. Do you care to guess what it is? If anyone out there is familiar with the amphibian life in Georgia this will come as no surprise to you. Drumroll please......................
The official state amphibian of Georgia is ... the Green Tree Frog!
Congratulations Green Tree Frogs all over the state of Georgia, rejoice, maybe now you will get the respect that you deserve.

Do our lawmakers have nothing better to ponder and make decisions about than a freaking state amphibian. I want to be a lawmaker. I think that Georgia needs an official lipstick color and an official bubble gum flavor and I think that I am just the person to decide those things! Don't you? What about all the pressing issues, like maybe abortion, gay marriage, you know there are tons of them, take your pick. I don't think it was a statewide emergency to pick an amphibian. Jees, people give me a break!

Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy...

I love sunny days, especially in the winter. For the past 2 days it has been sunshine galore and I am so happy. The days are also getting longer which means it isn't dark when I get home from work. I am sitting here at my desk eating a Chick-O-Stick pondering what to write about today. I have so much going on both at work and home that I can't decide on a subject. Maybe I should just post this and be done. Have a great weekend, I am off on Monday so maybe I will have some great and exciting post for Tuesday.

The king is dead and I think I may be next!

Yes people I do believe that Elvis is dead. I know there are some skeptics out there that think that he may still be alive and if he is more power to him. If you are one of those people that believe that he is still alive, more power to you. Anywho, my office assistant is INFATUATED with E. I don't mean that she enjoys listening to his music, I mean she is obsessed. So today she has this tape to listen to of Elvis songs, but I don't think it is Elvis singing. It sounds like a really bad karaoke version of the king. I can hear her playing this crap in my office and it is driving me NUTS! I think if I have to hear it one more time I am going to throw myself out of our second story window and pray for death to take me away from the horrifying singing. The crooning makes me want to take a pen and continuously jab myself in the ear with it.

Blue lights in my rearview mirror...

Yes happy Valentine's Day to me. On my way home from work yesterday I was speeding as usual rushing to get home and get dinner on the table. As I rounded a curve I saw him. Too late now, maybe he didn't notice that I was breaking the law. After all he was going in the opposite direction on a 4 lane divided highway. So I watched in my rearview mirror to see if he was turning around and I did not see him, whew! So I called my Grandma on my cell phone to tell her Happy V-Day! I had to cut our conversation short because I saw the blue lights in my rearview mirror. "Well Granny let me call you right back I am being pulled over," is not a good way to end a conversation with your 79 year old grandma. I let my window down and watched in my side window as he walked up the side of my car, my heart was racing. He greeted me and told me that he clocked me doing 73 near the gas station (the speed limit is 55). I handed him my drivers license and insurance card. He walked back to his car and sat down in the drivers seat. I sat and waited, my mind racing with things that I could say to try and talk myself out of the mess that I was in. He walked back to my car after what seemed like an eternity. He said that he was giving me a WARNING! Can you believe it? I was so happy I grabbed his hand and said, " I just wanna hug you." He told me Happy V-day and to slow it down. I was elated! That was the best Valentine's Day gift ever. So after I pulled off and headed home I pondered how I was going to slow myself down. I love to drive fast, it is just a part of me. My car does have cruise control so I guess from now on I will have to set the cruise control to a nice acceptable speed and drive in the slow lane with the rest of the law abiding citizens.

How would you react?

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I am not having a good valentine's day. Let me tell you what happened last night and you tell me how it would make you feel. Hubby went to the great Wally World last night to get a card for me for today. Of course he waited until the day before so all the good cards were already gone, but that isn't the point. He comes home and he has a bag with a book that he really wanted in it and some candy that he thought would be good. He hands me the bag and said that his child and I could give that to him for Valentine's Day. How would you react? Let me know what you would do and this afternoon I will tell you what I did.

Sickness strikes again!

I am finally back at work today, but I don't know for how long. I have been at home the last 2 days snuggled up on my sofa with my dog watching T.V. and napping. No, I wasn't on vacation, I am trying to recouperate from a nasty upper respiratory infection. I went to the doctor on Wednesday and he prescribed some antibiotics. My head is still very stuffed up, I can barely breathe out of my nose and my ears are clogged up. I am in a fog, but I am here. Just wanted to let you all know where I have been. I hope to be back on Monday feeling better. Have a great weekend.