If I had a dark alley and a bad idea...someone would be in trouble!

What a morning! It was storming like crazy at my house this morning and of course, I was rushing to get out of the house and get to work. And I would just like to state, that when it comes to rain, all of the idiots come out! It's like, they're roaches being washed out or something. They tap the brakes, they drive without their headlights on, they won't do the speed limit, they cut people off...and this is just the beginning of my rant on road rage. Secondly, do not, I repeat, DO NOT cut me off when I am doing 55 mph down the road and force me to slam on my brakes so hard that my front bumper scrapes the asphalt, and then only go 35mph. I will hurt your feelings if you do this to me. I will not hesitate to push you out of my way. I can't tell you how many old people cut me off and then pull over at the next available opportunity because if I got any closer to their bumper, they would be dragging me! And I get really pissed when you run the stop sign, go 20 miles BELOW the speed limit with a sticker on your back window that says " PUSH, PASS OR GET OFF MY A$$"...hmmm...theres a reason people tailgate you. And it irritates me that people say its young people like me who cause accidents because we are constantly speeding...did they ever stop to think that its the senior citizens who CUT US OFF????

Anyways...that rant is over....last night, I spent a half an hour on the side of I-64 westbound with a flat tire...talk about scary...and if I could have gotten away with it, I might have hurled Jeremy into the middle of traffic. I hate the fact that we argue over my vehicle, but those of you who think I am lucky to have a mechanic for a husband...let me enlighten you...it sucks. He doesnt want to come home and deal with my vehicle. But he doesnt want to let me put it in the shop for oil changes and routine maintenance either. And it irritates me. Last Friday, I had the same flat tire...it was supposedly fixed...well, it didnt hold up. And unfortunately, it took the tire blowing up and my almost wrecking for my husband to decide that hmm...maybe she needs a new tire. No, I need 4 new tires. The tread on mine is gone. There is no tread, in fact. And it just burns me up that he makes me feel like my safety is not important. Sure he apologized, but this is exactly what I told him would happen. And hes hardheaded, and he doesnt listen. So I was pretty smug last night when he had to leave class to come and rescue me. And he better thank Baby Jesus that Lucas was not born yet, or I would have beat him on the side of I-64 with a tire iron. My safety, even more so now, should be a priority with him, but its not. I am so tired of this argument...and whats worse 2 state troopers, yep, 2 state troopers sped by, and not a single one stopped to see if I was alright. The road assist truck never showed up...is this what my tax dollars pay for?? Then I am getting majorly ripped, let me tell you. And as close as those big rigs get, I felt like a minnow in a pond full of sharks! It was not pleasant. And I better never have to deal with that again...especially since it could have been avoided.

If its not one thing....its another...what goes up must come down...what goes down must come up, right?

It's that Godawful Monday...

I have the it's-monday-and-it-sucks blues. I am really hating Mondays...I hate the commute, I hate some of the attitudes...and it just doesnt seem to get better. I can't wait to have this baby so that I have some maternity leave. I will gladly stay home and deal with a squalling infant than listen to an adult cry!

Lucas is a little kicker...I am afraid he may find himself as a quarter back one day, because hes definitely good at kicking. He likes to roll too. The rougher, the better. I think maybe hes starting to realize hes in some close quarters that arent expanding to accomodate him as much as he'd like. I am wondering if he will have darker features like mine...dark eyes and hair, or lighter features like Jeremy...blue eyes and blonde hair. I carry the blue eyed gene so its possible that he could have blue eyes. I just can't wait to see him. It's funny, before, childbirth scared me...who in their right mind would willingly put themselves through the torture of labor?? Now, I am okay with it...I have just accepted it. So, theres not much anxiety here, just excitement to get in and get it over with!

This weekend was pretty laid back. I have to tell you that Jeremy is the BIGGEST sand bagger when it comes to playing cards! Through the whole phase 10 game, hes like, throwing his cards downs, and rubbing his hands in his hair, you know, his life is over, the game is stacked against him, blah, blah, blah, and then the little jerk ends up winning anyways! I hate that...I'll never get my phase, I'll never get my phase, and then that crybaby wins the game! So, we didnt get home until after 11 on Friday night, and Jeremy got up and took my truck to the tire place at about 10 so, I was awake. I got up out of bed and got dressed, did my hair and make up, and then went and sorted out my wedding pictures so that I can start scrapbooking...looking back on it, planning my wedding sucked, but looking at the pictures, it came together so nicely and looked so well done that it was worth every ounce of aggarvation I went through. I then ate a sandwhich, took my Mom lunch and went to the mall and just walked around. Then I made Jeremy stop at Dino's when we went to pick up Bjourne, because I was craving their iced tea. So, I got my tea and was in heaven. I drank the whole thing! Then we went home and Jennifer came over and we made steak and I packed some up and sent it to Dad (Mom wont eat venison steak) and we had dinner and brownies and ice cream afterwards. Then I watched the 2 one tree hill episodes I was behind and went to bed. Sunday was just a lazy day and I needed it. I didnt get the crib set up because looking at the 2 rooms, I just felt so overwhelmed. So, maybe this Saturday I will at least get it started.

Well, I am going to go and get back to work. If thats what you call this hell place....

Its official...I now have a bratty dog!

Let me start this blog by telling you that I will never again participate in the following 2 activities for as long as I live:

#1: Taking my sister to convenient care after she has refused NUMEROUS times to go. Yeah , when people across the street are coming out to see what's going, there's a problem.
#2: A flat tire.

I got out of bed this morning saying to myself this is going to be a good day, I just know it. I feel great, the sun is shining, my house is clean, I am ahead of the game, so I can enjoy my card game tonight and not have to worry about what I need to do at home. I am getting my crib tonight, so I get to start setting up Lucas' room this weekend, and I am so excited. I wash my hair, dry and straighten it, put on my make up, get my sister up and ready and we go to leave, early mind you, and my tire is flat. Have you ever tried to drive an SUV with a flat tire? Its near impossible. The steering is all jacked up and it swerves and it won't pick up, it just sucks. So, I call my husband, and hes like, go put air in it. Okay, yeah, cause I know how to do that! I am like, okay, I am going to make it to the country store and put air in the tire. I pull up to the air thing, and I make my sister get out to help me figure out to use the air thing. And the machine wont take my quarters. Now, I am hysterical. I am late and I will not make anywhere other than where I am. So, I call Jeremy back, I guess wanting to hear from him that he would come rescue me, and when he told me to stop yelling at him, I realized that he was just really not being nice. I get back in the truck to give him an ear full, and then as I get out of the truck swearing I am kicking the air thing. And then Rick comes out, nice Rick, and punches the air thing and it works! He says that someone put a slug in it and you have to punch it, and he fills up my tire for me. I was so grateful. I thanked him repeatedly. So, He came to my rescue. Hes definitely a hero! So, this afternoon, Jeremy is going to put my spare on it and get me a new tire.

Bjourne...he really is being a brat. He wimpers for food, he eats the cat food, and when Smudge went and hit him for it he barked at her...so, I am going to have to go back to spanking him with the newspaper and make him go to his kennel when hes bad like that. But I also have to get other people to realize that Bjourne doesnt get people food if he wimpers, and that he absolutely DOES NOT jump for treats. He SITS for treats. Or lays down for treats. I swear, people have good intentions, but they teach him bad habits. So, I am working with him all over again.

I guess I am going to get back to work....thank God its Friday!

Of All the Gin Joints in All the World....

For those of you wondering about the title of my post today...its my new favorite song by Fall Out Boy...and I love it! Here is a link where you can go to Bestbuy.com and here a 30 second clip of it...it really is a good cd. If you like this 30 second clip, you'll love the cd. I rock it while I clean...http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=7151495&type=product&id=1429054, they really are a good band.

I still have bad ju-ju. And its effecting poor Jeremy! This morning he wound up on the side of the road with 2 flat tires, and had to wait for the tire place he just luckily pulled over in to open. He got the tires and ended up going to class late, and the teacher yelled at him about getting his act together. Well, I didn't realize his act wasnt together, considering he had 2 flat tires. What was he supposed to do?? Sprout wings and fly there??

Last night turned out to be better than what I expected...we went to the new Plaza Azteca off of Denbigh, and had one of the best dining experience we have had in a long time. We went out just the two of us, which rarely happens, and had a nice dinner, and there was even this El Mariachi band playing music...it was great. And the food was wonderful. It was a nice date...we really enjoyed ourselves. I just called Mom and asked if she would watch Bjourne, and she agreed, and we went to dinner. When we got to Mom's to pick Bjourne up, he was all excited to see us he kept giving me kisses...and that was good too. I love that little fella.
Jeremy also fixed my broken mail holder and my papertowel holder, so hes a hero right now.

Well, I guess thats all...check out Fall Out Boy!

Is it Monday again???

I think Tuesday is confused. Tuesday is acting more like its satanic counterpart, Monday!

Let me explain what I mean...other than being busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, yesterday wasn't really as bad as other Mondays have been. Apparently, I have bad ju-ju. Somewhere along the line, I have lost my good karma...and I am not sure where. I guess I am serving penance for all of those mean thought that I thought towards people. The truth is...this morning SUCKED.

First off, I wake up late. No big deal, it happens. I rush through a bath, get my make up on, feed the cats so they will stop salivating at Bjourne and find that I am already late for work, but I will be there before 9, so I am not stressing...I go to put Bjourne in his kennel and there is no food or water in there. Nare a drop of water to be had. Not I am a little irritated. Jeremy knows that the dogs are his responsibility. I should not have to go to put Bjourne in his kennel and find that he has been neglected by his father. So, I head to the kitchen cussing Jeremy the whole way (maybe that was where I got the bad karma??) I get a cup of food out for Bjourne, set it on the counter, and the next thing I know, (understand that this happened all in under 2.5 seconds.) here comes Jinx and Smudge tearing across the back of the loveseat, across the leather sofa, and up on the counter, where in a whirlwind of flying fur, dog food and glass I find that I am standing in a disaster zone. Not only has my arm been punctured in two seperate areas, but its bleeding worse than I have ever bled before...I am not sure what that was about. There is dog food everywhere, glass everywhere (the F!#$%^& broke my country harvest mail holder.) mail scattered from the kitchen to hell, and I am just standing there wondering if I would get farther if I just picked up a piece of that glass and went to town on my wrists! I calmly go to the bathroom where I locate a regular band aid and a "LOOKIN' GOOD PAL" spongebob bandaid and I clean the wounds. The house is in dead silence. These cats know they are on the precipe of death. I go back to the kitchen and pick up the pieces of my mail holder, which I will make Jeremy try to put back together, and the mail, and realize they broke my tea pitcher that I have asked Jeremy numerous times to stop using to take Bailey water...use an empty gallon water jug! So, I threw that away and then screamed at Jinx, who had the nerve to try and nuzzle me that he ruined everything! By the time I got Bjourne clean food and cleaned up the mess, it was 8:20. I still had to swing into the bank to get money for one of the girls here who had a stroke (get better, Vielka!) So, I finally get in the car and I am headed in...I get stuck in traffic at the pond, they closed the right lane to the bridge, I get off of the bridge and they stop me there to paint little orange squigglies on the road and no one on the interstate knows what the speed limit is. I get on middle ground, and they stop me there to let the UPS drivers out. Do you see why I wanted to just pound my head on the asphalt?! I bet that cop would have loved that!

I got news, I am not doing dishes tonight...and Jeremy will be lucky if I cook dinner! I just pray that this day ends sooner rather than later....

What a weekend!

Whew! What a weekend...and sadly its over.

Let me tell you how it started...Friday SUCKED. I got chewed out by some installer who thinks that he has the right to talk to me like I am dirt...well, Jeremy almost pulverized him. Then Jeremy loses his cellphone. Which is not good, considering he is Alpha 1 now and on call 24-7. He has to have his cellphone. I get home, and find out that we OWE federal taxes. How ridiculous is that?? We get raped double time, with nare a kiss! Apparently, because Jeremy got 4 raises last year...2 cost of living raises + 2 upgrades in the step= PAY UP SUCKERS! If only Lucas could have been born LAST May. Even the $5,800.00 we paid in interest on our house wasnt enough to knock it down...so I am not happy right now. This is America! We are the most technologically advanced society, and they take ½ our wages and still want their palms greased some more! I have a baby on the way...looking at my budget I do not see "Pay the IRS" as my top ten things to pay. But I have to...because I surely ain't going to jail. So, I went to bed Friday feeling pretty down...pregnancy hormones I am sure...

Saturday, I woke up, took my Mom lunch and went back to the office to search for Jeremys MIA cellphone. We found it...in the gutter on Middle Ground Boulevard. The genius had left it on the roof of his car when he left my work on Friday and it got ran over. We found the both pieces, no battery, and the speaker was hanging from some wires. It was not pretty. But at least no one had it. So, we then proceeded to go to the verizon store across from the mall...that was a mistake. I did not have a good experience in there last time I went 2 years ago, but I figured we could give them another shot. Never again. They will never get my business there. I went to the customer service desk and set my husbands phone on it. And I explained to the lady that I had a $100 towards a new phone, so I wanted to get my phone and switch my husbands phone number to my current phone. She looks at me with her mouth open and says nothing. So, I look around, thinking maybe someone came in with a gun or something, because the look on her face surely said something along those lines...no that look was intended for me. I guess she was special, I don't know. I snatched the phone and said Nevermind, and went to a customer service agent on the floor...well he tells me I have to sign in! Sign in! Okay, so I sign in. A half an hour later, I am still standing there, and they have begun to help people after my name, after I came in. Jeremy is getting madder by the second. Finally, he walks up and checks the list and sees that my name should have been next on the list 3 people ago. He says F*ck this place, and drags me out of the store. The guy at the list new I was pissed. So, I go over to the verizon store inside Patrick Henry Mall where I have always gone, since day one 5 years ago when I got my service. And not only did I get the upgraded version of my phone, for FREE after the mail in rebate, but I ended up paying $40 for the accessory kit and got Jeremys number switched to my old phone, and was in and out in under 20 minutes. There. Thats how verizon never stops working for me. They were friendly, helpful and went way beyond to help us out...and in the end, I saved money. It would have cost $50 to have the insurance send Jeremy a new phone. I paid $40, and he didnt have to wait 3 days. See? Everyone wins. And I am not the type to call a race card, because I am not like that...but if I had been a little more ghetto and darker...be it mexican or black...and been running my mouth, they would have helped me sooner too. And dont get me wrong, I have seen white people do it too. It doesnt matter WHAT color you are, ITS WRONG. You should not be helped sooner because you curse and you are loud and just generally obnoxious. But thats that verizon stores loss, not mine.

That was my eventful weekend...I am ready for the next one!

It's Friday!!!

Its Friday...I couldnt be anymore excited then what I am. I get to kick off my weekend with a hair trim and I am going to see if I can get Kelly to help me file my witch long nails down before I break them all. Then I will paint them and they run less of a risk of breaking...although at this point, they're as tough as diamonds!

Muff seems to be feeling better, which is a HUGE relief, considering that he was so sick. I am pretty sure when he fought me to take his medicine and wound up falling in the bathroom trash can that that was my first clue that hes doing better.

Jeremy hasn't been himself lately...I talked to him about it last night, and he said that hes tired and worn out and frustrated over his mom's car. I don't know. I understand all of that, but it isn't going to get any better. And I deserve better than what I have been getting from him. I have had the rest of him lately, and I think I deserve to have the best of him at this point. We are having a son...his baby...And thats so huge! And I know that he doesnt get to experience the movements that I do...or the thought that at his point I am never alone, Lucas is always with me. But I want him to be a part of this, but here recently, he has been pushing me away...and that hurts the most. Maybe now that I have talked to him he can sort out what he needs to and then we can sort out what we need to.

I have to tell you that this is almost strange...this life I am living now...its almost someone else's. If you had told me this time 4 years ago that I would be pregnant, happily married (most of the time...teehee...) and own a house, I would have laughed hysterically. Especially since this time 4 years ago I was about to be in an accident that would irrevocably change my life forever and how I felt about things. I guess when you break your hips and you can't walk, you get really reflective. Yes, that was a negative experience, but at the same time, it was probably what I needed at that time...a chance to realize what I wanted. So, I think I am right where I am supposed to be, and it has not been easy to get here...and its still not easy, but nothing worth having truly is, now is it?

Carla, you know what I am referring to when I say that I am absolutely "The Whole SheBang!"

And it's Thursday...

I am so excited that today is Thrusday. Mostly because Thursdays are my hyper busy days and then tomorrow in Friday...and I am standing on the precipe of the weekend. YAY! And because I was home Tuesday, I did do some cleaning, so I won't have to spend all weekend cleaning.

I have a hair appointment tomorrow. My hair has gotten so long, but I think I may grow it out and let it be long and maybe put a loose wave in it, or see if I can tame my curls to do what I want. I was debating on doing something different with my hair, but I have always wanted to let it be longer and layered with curls in it. So, I will probably only let Kelly trim the split ends and clean the layers up. So, I am not doing anything too shocking.

I have been getting so many compliments since I have been pregnant. On Saturday, while at the scrapbook class, one of the ladies there said I was a cute pregnant woman. And I have gotten so many compliments about how gorgeous I am with my glowing skin glow that I am no longer shocked when I hear it. I don't even mind one of my co-workers telling me my belly is big! But I can still see my toes and bend over and tie my shoes, so I am good! She really likes to look at my ever expanding belly...and she makes me laugh. Another co-worker wants to call me Buddha belly...thats okay too...only Dad calls me Lil' mama.

I had relatively smooth morning this morning. I got up, pulled my hair back, washed my face, discovered that my eye was sore...maybe Jeremy punched me in it...fed my pirrahnas..oops...I mean...CATS and managed to give my little Muffin-buzz his medicine...he didnt even fight me. He sat on the bathroom counter and just took it then cried until I held him for a few minutes.

My sister stayed last night and we scrapbooked until about 11 and I got 2½ pages done, and I am excited about it! I seem to be more creative with things here lately.

I decided to write a story. I will post some of it on here if you guys are interested and then you can tell me what you think. I havent gotten too far into it yet...maybe you will like it...maybe you wont. We'll see.

Until then...I have to get back to work!

I am here today...

I just thought I would take yesterday off...well, sort of. I really didnt get much sleep Monday night, and I had a bad earache that led to a headache. So, after being awake for over an hour, I decided at 7 that I wasnt going to try and drive to work. So, I called in. I went to see when my sister needed me to take her home, and she said not until 8:30, so, I went to lay back down...no sleep. I finally fell asleep at ten minutes after eight, when I got her up and she got ready. She woke me up about a half an hour later, and I took her home, went up to the country store and got breakfast and went home. I layed on the couch most of the day, eating tylenol and nursing this headache.
I did clean some. Some, not much.
I had to take my little Muffin kitten to the vet yesterday. Hes a sick little Muff. The vet said he had a very high fever and she gave him a steroid shot to bring it down, they tested him for feline leukemia and feline AIDS, and he was negative for that, so they did some blood work and he has a bacterial infection. So, I have to give him amoxicillan for the next 5 days...you know, the bubble gum flavored stuff they give kids....yeah, I have to give this to my kitten through a syringe in his mouth...yeah right! I gave him one dose and he looked rabid...foaming at the mouth. Hopefully, he'll get better soon...he better...he just cost me $115!
I set the bassinet up yesterday. It gets me excited...I am almost 6 months pregnant. I am getting a relatively new crib from my aunt, so I am excited to get that and get it set up. Be sure to check the registry at Babiesrus before anyone buys anything...I have had to edit it! So, thats one less worry. I will need a mattress, though. I am ready to have Lucas. I watched 2 baby shows on TLC yesterday. Here comes baby and bringing baby home, and that just made me want to have him even more! I also enjoyed being home...I was able to do what I wanted to do, without hearing anyone fuss! The only hard time I got was from Bjourne because I wanted to Febreeze the couch he was laying on!
I talked to Jeremy last night about my violent thoughts towards his game stations. He didnt like it, but sorry...maybe we will get somewhere and I will be less likely to choke him!

Well, I have to get back to work...so hard...I NEED to be home....

Just when it shouldn't get much worse, its Monday.

I freaking hate Mondays. I hate getting out of bed at 6 in the morning, I hate the traffic, I hate the work...I just hate Monday.

I left work Friday feeling very frustrated, and now I think I am just tired mentally and physically. I keep telling myself that these things happen, and for good reason...sometimes, you just can't see the good reason because you are blinded by the negativity. But I can tell you this no place to try and bring Lucas to life. So, its up to me to sort it out and fix it.

My work issues are beyond my control. I am caught between and rock and hard place, and theres no way to change that. Now that I realize that, I just have to continue to remember that I am not the one with the problem, this person is. I will not continue to be made miserable because someone else is. And thats just the way it is. If push comes to shove, I'll be shoving back...

My home issues are a little more in my control, and a little more frustrating. It bothers me that someone shot that close to my home to have a bullet go completely through. I dont believe it was intentional and if it was, whoever did it better start discussing amongst themself and their savior, because they will meet him soon...I am liable to choke whoever did it if I ever find out.
My husband really needs to get things straight for himself and be a bit more forciful in his decisions. It bothers me that people take advantage of him (and, no, not his family.) and he lets them. Today, since he is home, I wanted him to move stuff out of the room that is going to be Lucas' room and steam clean the carpet so we can close it off from the cats. I am sure he wont do this. The playstation means more. And dont even get me started on that handheld game boy thing with a stick that you poke the screen with. If I could make that a permanent part of his body, I would. I hate the fact that he spends so much time playing that crap and not enough time helping me. Take Friday for example. I come home and theres a puddle of blood on the kitchen floor under the door to the refrigerator. Don't tell me hes so colorblind that he didnt see that. Obviously, the deer meat that Dad needed to cut was leaking. So, I ask him to clean it up. His response because hes playing football on the playstation??? In a minute. Now, understand, that Jeremy's minute is approximately 5 minutes, multplied by 7 and divided by never. Do you see the solution??? Never gets cleaned up. So, I automatically get pissy and demand he do it now or the next bullet to fly through our house WILL find that playstation. Either that, or I will stuff cheerios in it and blame it on Lucas who is having an episode from inside the womb. So, if he doesnt straighten up, I am afraid the casualty will be the PS2.

I went to a scrapbooking class on Saturday, where we got to make a card and then do our own thing the rest of the time. It was nice. It was three hours that I never would have had if I had stayed home. I would really like to finish that page I started but every night, theres something else to tackle. To, hopefully, there will be another class soon so I can go back and scrapbook more.

I almost got into it this afternoon after lunch with some rude loathsome weasel in El Mariachi. When you eat at El Mariachi, they dont split the check. It gets split at the register. Well, that requires everyone in your party to be at the register at the same time to pay. Well, Pam went up first and paid, and Karen and I werent too far behind her. Well, this gravy sucking pig starts running his mouth about how we cut him...ummm no...just trying to pay our bill. Well, he doesnt let it go...so I am really starting to get mad. I am like, well, do you want to pay our bill?? I will be more than happy to walk out and leave it with you since you are that upset. So, I tell Pam and Karen about it as we are walking out, and I made sure that he knew just exactly what I thought of him and his mentality. If we put his brain in a peanut shell...it would be like, lost in space...he was that narrowminded.

Well, I am going to go and try to get back to work and stop being so irritated. I doubt it will work...maybe I need a sedative...or to just go away until my karma improves!

I am a little late...but its Friday...

Thank goodness its Friday! I dont think I can take much more!

Between everything with the house, and now everything with work, I am pretty much on the edge. And its a thin line I don't want to cross! Payroll jacked up everything this week with payroll, and I take it as a personal issue because I do this stuff and when its not right, and people dont get paid properly, or they dont have the proper information on their check, it really pisses me off. These people trust me to do this for them, and this company is smearing my good rep...the hookers. Just fix it.

We have people stealing wood from our property...I swear, do I have a HUGE freaking BULLSEYE on me or is it just because I am pregnant I am taking things way too personally? I dont know, but all of this anger and frustration can not be good for Lucas. I try to calm down, but its so difficult and then I end up in tears...and its all over. I am just so frustrated...I work so hard for what I have and someone is taking that from me??? It just makes me want to scream!

Between the bullets and the stealing and the retarded people driving on the roads, sometimes I feel like taking a poll to find out if I should bury the hatchet or bury myself!!

Well, I am getting ready to head home for the weekend...thanks for letting me vent!

Riddle me this...riddled with bullets???

Yes, you read that right...I had a horrible night last night when I went to go to bed and saw that there was drywall all over my bed...after a short investigation, Jeremy and I realized that there was a bullet hole in the wall next to my side of the bed. It traveled across our bed and exited the wall directly behind the door, pierced the metal of the circuit box and exited the back of the house, just barely missing our electrical boxes outside. Jeremy was furious needless to say. He was out the door and down to the neighbors house within seconds, telling me that he would not stand for someone to put his wife and unborn son in danger.
I called the sheriffs department, and that just seemed like a waste of time. There was nothing they could do, and the cop basically said we got what we got because of where we live. That upsets me. I mean, dont I deserve to be safe regardless of where I live?
Our neighbor was target practicing yesterday, but he said he didnt shoot in our direction, but I am not so sure. He could have done it and not realized it. I dont know...its just terrifying...if I had been in that bed, that bullet would have struck me...or Jeremy...and either one of us could be dead. I feel sick just thinking about it.
By the time the cop left, and we got the bed blankets changed over, it was 2 and I was exhausted. But I still couldnt sleep...I dont feel safe in my own house now. I worry about my cats and my dogs and my husband. I havent even wanted to figure out what of my clothes, if any, have bullet holes in them.
Jeremy called the homeowners insurance today, and they are supposed to send out an adjustor, and we will go from there when it comes to repairs. I am pretty sure the outside will have to be fixed because the insulation is now exposed. I am not too concerned about the inside walls right now, just the outside. But I want them fixed eventually as well, given the fact that laying in bed, the bullet hole is eye level with me, and I start to feel like I am staring the barrel of a gun.
And Muff must have been in the bed. Hes been acting traumetized since last night when I got home from work. I was only home a few minutes, and I didnt go back in my room, so I didnt find it until 10:30 last night.
Part of me hopes it was the neighbor and that when Jeremy told him that a bullet travelled across our bed that it scared him enough to make him think twice about shooting period.
I dont know...I am pretty shaken up...and now I have to find someone to give me an estimate on what it would cost to fix it...what a nightmare....

More pictures...

I am very sad that the pictures look so dark! I have got to get a new digital camera!
Here is a picture of me pregnant at Thanksgiving.... The one from Christmas morning looks really blurry...if you enlarge it you can see the balooga belly! I am really not that much bigger!

I also am going to post a picture of Daddy to be..... Isn't he hot?? I think we will have one beautiful baby! With jeans like this...what else would we have?? I am also going to post a picture of Bjourne on here...where you can actually see his face, and some of Bailey...the rescue dog...he looks really good now. When we got him, he was about starved to death, and thats literally...and now, hes fat and happy! He's a beautiful german shepard. And I feel bad that hes outside but hes happy there. Hes not a priss like Bjourne, and he doesnt like to be confined in the house. He only likes the porch I think because if he had to he could jump through the screen! He's a good boy, although, he still isnt socialized and thats becoming an issue when we let him off the tie out. He does okay, and then hes loping off and you find yourself chasing after him...and if you have never tried to catch a german shepard, thank your lucky stars, because even at a lope, they can cover a lot of ground...when they flat out run...you're screwed! So, heres Bailey.... as you can see, he was trying to get the treats that I has for him...after I took his picture. He really is a cutie! Heres another shot... the second picture is kind of dark, but you can still see him...sorta....isn't he beautiful??




And here is Bjourne...he is beautiful also and hes my baby...I must admit that I have spoiled him terribly. And Jeremy blames me all the time...and it shows...




So, now you can see all of us...most of the family...soon, when I have an hour to spend on it, I will post all of the kitty pictures....

The culprit--->

This is the toe of the shoe...well, whats left of it!

And this is the heel of the shoe...sorta......

This is my house...picture is kind of dark, huh?

My cat ate my sisters shoe....

Yep...you read that title right! Little Muffin...ate my sisters shoe! I woke up Saturday morning because Lucas decided that I had to tinkle right that very second pretty early. I scooted out of bed, trying to avoid waking my sleeping husband and was excited that I had succeeded. I walked around the foot of the bed and there was all of this black stuff on the ground...well, the room was still in shadow, so I knelt down to get a closer look...and I am like, what the hell is this?? And out of the corner of my eye, I see something that I didn't recognize...so I look a little closer....and my sisters shoe has been chewed up...it is now an open toed shoe, with no heal. Now, I am little pissed, but more afraid of how badly my sister is going to kill me when she finds out that my kitten ate her shoe. And I know it was Muff because I caught him with a piece in his mouth. So, I pick up all of the tattered shoe pieces and go to the kitchen to throw it away...and there is an empty bread bag on the floor. I find 2 hot dog buns, half eaten. The little shits ate the hot dog buns! Now, please realize that I put the bread in the cabinet, because my cats have this unappeasable hunger. I don't set myself up for this kind of stuff anymore. Well, Jeremy doesnt believe in avoiding disasters. He prefers to meet them head on and smash into them. So, before I can even stop myself, I hurl the shoe pieces across the linoleum kick all seven of their little food bowls into the corner of the kitchen and scream. No words, just a straight up, horror film scream. They scattered like roaches when I topped that with a full fledged run back to my bedroom, where I slammed the door to keep the little nasties from eating me.
I fling myself into bed and furiously kick the blankets back over me. And Jeremy rolls over and says "So, you saw the shoe?" Saw the shoe?! Hell yes I saw the shoe, and the hot dog bun wrapper...and everything else you can possibly think of. Now the seriousness of the situation hits me. My sister will KILL me. Kill me until I am dead. While I am thinking about all of the evil things she can do to me, my cats are literally throwing themselves into the closed bedroom door. And Bjourne is looking at me with this wide eyed "are-they-going-to-kill-me" look in his eyes. Jeremy gets out of the bed and I grabbed him by his boxers and begged him not to go out there, its too dangerous!
At this point, I have to call my sister. Well, the little winch wouldnt pick up the phone. So, I call my Mom. And she laughs at me. Yes, she laughs at me. Does she not see the seriousness of this situation? That is one terrible cat to chew a shoe like that! Hes like, half velocirapter! Jeremy finally takes pity on them and feeds them and then chastises me for not feeding them! Well, how can they possibly be hungry?! They had a SHOE and HOT DOG BUNS!!! Theres no way they could possibly be hungry.
Then the phone rings and its Jennifer. Poor little, Pestie. I had to tell her about her shoe. After I explained to her that at this point, killing me equals a double homicide, I tell her about her shoe. And she really wasnt that upset. Until she got to my house an hour later and saw the shoe. Then she was ticked. So, she bagged it in a freezer bag and marked it as evidence and took home to DNA test it and show my father what happened to her shoe. According to my father, little Muffin was found innocent among a jury of his peers. Yeah, right. I am going to kill that little sh*t if I catch him doing that again!
Which leads me to yesterdays story. I get up and Jeremy has left the papertowels off of the paper towel holder, which is an absolute no-no. Because I don't like it, and the cats will tear them up and scatter them throughout my house. He leaves the lemon bars I made from scratch on the edge of the counter...does he not realize these cats will knock those off, figure out how to open the container and eat them? They will jump at it until it falls off of the counter! He sets himself up for failure! So, I fussed at him about that and he refused to admit that I was right. Well, while at my parents, I went to drain the noodles for the mac and cheese, and Jeremy was holding the collander, and I ACCIDENTLY dumped a little boiling water on his left index finger. So, all I heard all night was that I burned his finger slam to the bone because I was mad about the paper towels.
Whatever, right? I will definitely post pictures of the shoe...so keep an eye out!

Today everything hurts!

As sad as this will sound, I am starting to resent ALL of you women who have had your babies and now have cute adorable pictures to show the world. You want to know what I have to show the world??? A big belly, and a sore body. I overslept this morning, and woke up feeling like the right side of my body had been used as a punching bag. I know its pain that has started in my right shoulder, and is making everything else sore. The doctor says its from being pregnant and right handed and working with the mouse all day on the computer, so its pain I will have to deal with. But it really is screaming for mercy. Not to mention the fact that I am tired. More tired now then I have been in awhile.

I talked with my grandmother who offered to keep Lucas 2 days a week, if my Mom can change her day off and keep him one day, he wont have to go into childcare. Which makes me happy, not just financially, but it gives me peace of mind. In this day and age, you never know who you can trust with your kids. I am hoping this goes through and Mom can change her day off.

I still have so much to do and I almost feel like I have so little time to accomplish it. I have a whole nursery to put together.

I have to vent a little, I am getting SO tired of people telling me how to be pregnant. Okay, not just pregnant, but insinuating that things are the same way now as they were 30 years ago. Well, they arent. I am going to follow the instructions that my doctor sets forth for me, and I am going to make decisions that are right for me and what makes me feel comfortable. I am Lucas' mother. This is my body, and I am going to judge and do what I need to do to be safe while having this little boy. I dont care what they did 30 years ago. Unless you are giving me advice on making sure I wear breast pads after my milk comes, or you have some sound advice, keep it to yourself! I dont mind my friends here at work who had their children at the latest 5 years ago. You know more about what you are talking about. I want your advice. But if you had your child in 1972, I dont want to hear about it. They are nothing but horror stories that I dont need to hear. I will be fine through this labor, and I will take each contraction as they come. And thats that.

Whew! I feel much better. Hopefully this weekend, I will get pictures posted of my animals and this developing belly!

I would cry....

Today is a bittersweet day. As you know from an earlier post, I have my own farm of animals at home as it is, all but 1 a rescue. Today, the lady that I got Bjourne from emailed me pictures of the sweetest animals that are in a shelter in Georgia and if they dont have a rescue lined up by tomorrow afternoon all of them will be put to sleep. And it makes me so sad. I wish she would stop sending me pictures of them. Its really hard to delete the emails after looking into their eyes and knowing that they are good animals, but they just havent gotten the right chance. Maybe its because I am pregnant and that makes me more sensitive, but it killed me to delete those 2 emails after seeing those faces, knowing they are as good as dead and I cant help them. If my tears had any power I would cry. If I could pull them back from they have been I would, but I cant fight every battle, and I have rescued 2 dogs and 6 cats, I cant rescue them all. So, I am going to forget about an move on.

I went to the doctors today and she told me that my AFP Tetra test came back negative so as far as that goes, Lucas is healthy. He kept kicking the microphone so she couldnt get an accurate count of his heartbeats right away. All in All I have gained roughly 12 pounds (give or take because of my boots.) in 5 months of pregnancy. I guess thats good. My boobs weigh 13 of that! I discussed my many options with Dr. Anderson and we went over my birthplan which was awesome. She didnt rush, and she answered every question I had. She put my mind at ease by reassuring me that they no longer perform episiotomy's unless the child is stuck. I was a little nervous about the healing process after one. I have never even had a surgery so this whole thing is a big procedure to me...and a little overwhelming. I feel better knowing that I have some amount of control over things, and Jeremy will be there with me, so I am sure I will do fine. So, now I am back to being excited over meeting little Lucas for the first time!!

Now, if I could just get through the next 5 months...

2006...19 weeks...times a ticking!

I was just informed that I have not blogged today...but I have been a busy little beaver. From co-workers being sick and cleaning the bathroom to avoid the spreading of terrible germs to trying to figure out payroll, and dealing with Lucas' ten little toes smashing my third rib (maybe he thinks they are a giant zylophone?) I am about through with this day!

My New Years was okay. Not very eventful considering we didnt attend any parties or anything this year. Its kind of hard to get in the party spirit when you look like a small sized whale. So, Jeremy and I stayed home, cooked a nice steak dinner, watched a movie and made smoothies out of ice cream and fruit, minus the vodka.
Earlier in the day, I went to the maternity store in the mall and bought a shirt, and under shirt and a 3 pack of panties, and spent 48 freaking dollars! Geez! And the lady in there was really talkative, telling me that I shouldnt buy any maternity bras until AFTER I have my baby, because they will get BIGGER. Umm...Hello? Did she not see the hooters on me??? I don't even remember what it's like to fit into my victoria secret bras! And I would rather have maternity/nursing bras that fit NOW so that when I am done and through with this and they shrivel like prunes (thanks to a vulgar woman in the store with us.) I dont have fifty bras I cant wear. So, I am very appalled at the price of maternity wear. I am on a "getting-ready-to-have-a-baby-budget." I dont have that kind of money to spend on clothes. And I am really surprised that they stay in business. I guess they would. Wal-mart and Target dont have much to offer either.
So, I was a little disappointed there. Then I find out that my illusions pink xoxo purse ended up at my Mom's. So, I call my sister and ask her to specifically bring it to me. She doesnt. And it really upset me. I was kind of pissed actually. I tell her, lets go and get it. Jeremy refuses to let me to go. Its after nine and he says no. My parents are like, 3 minutes up the road, for goodness sakes. This led to an absolute tearful meltdown. I sat in my bedroom floor and cried. And cried. And cried. You would have thought my life was over. It was awful. And poor Jeremy catches the worse of it.
Lucas is moving more and more everyday. Jeremy felt him move for the first time Sunday night when he was doing his usual acrobatics. And I think jeremy was awed by it. But he doesnt seem too excited. Maybe this isnt real to him yet? I dont know how much more real it can possibly get at this point. Maybe I am at an advantage because I experience more at this point. I mean, we have discussed his hopes and dreams for our son, but hes more curious as to whether he will be like me or like him. I don't know. We just take it one week at a time. And its weird...if I think in terms of month...I feel depressed that I have SO much longer to go. If I think in terms of weeks, I have 19 weeks to go, if he comes at 40 weeks. It seems so much sooner. Either way, I am ready for him to be here, and not in me. I swear, he kicks like a quarterback. And every night, Jeremy puts cocoa butter on my belly and sides to avoid itchy skin and it really is making the stretch marks fade...they arent gone, but they arent as noticeable either, and he talks to Lucas while he does it. I guess thats better then nothing.
I am still excited. Terrified, but excited.
I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at 9:30 so I will probably blog after that so that I can share all of the ghastly things they do to me.