Moron of the day 1/30/06

Conversation at 4:58 PM yesterday in my office.
(Scrubby looking guy walks in, looks around.)
Guy: Is there anybody here I can talk to?
This isn't a therapists office...
Me: There is no one in the office right now, is there something I can help you with?
Guy: I'd like to speak to an agent.
Me: Are you looking to buy or sell?
Guy: Buy. But I want to speak to someone in person. Is there anybody here I can talk to?
You have got to be kidding me.
Me: I can give you the card of an agent who can take care of you, she just stepped out...
Guy: So there's no one here now?
Do you want to go into the back and look into every single office just to confirm they ARE EMPTY!?!?!?
Me: NO. There. is. no. one. here. right. now.
I hand him the card of the agent on "duty", tell him to call and he can be helped. Hint, hint get the fuck out. It's time for me to go home.
He thanks me and walks out, looking around again, thinking by chance that all of the people that were hiding from him will pop out of the wood work before he rounds the corner.
You got the award today, buddy. Congratulations.
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Stupid Blog Spot

Only when I really really really want to share something does this stupid thing not work. I have this great story about people totally brushing off my parenting and making their own rules- but I can't tell the story with out the photos that go with it...AAAUUUGGGHHHH!!!!
I will try again after lunch, the story is shit with out the photos...
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And yet, another heart wrenching story

She was a "perfect" mom...borrowed the article from Kellie, she shares my views on these assholes.
And here is the most recent article..."when someone's a parent, you would anticipate a certain reaction that I didn't see..." is what the special agent on the case said. Bitch. He was your son- adopted or not! You loved him enough to adopt him, what made you do this to him????? GOD!!!!!
When I hear/read what she did to him I will post it.
Rest in peace, Ahmed, you didn't deserve this.

Why do I get the feeling he may have done this? Maybe it's just me...but the way people are killing their families left and right now makes me think he did it or had something to do with it.
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Disgusting. Serious mental issues here.
Sidenote-Why is it that dumb ass pedophiles have yet to figure out that when you go to a website that says "sex with kids" or "sex with teens" there are COPS ON THE OTHER END!
Hello perverts- you're asking to get caught. And personally I'm glad, because the more the cops get the less there are on the street. Assholes. Get another fucking hobby leave the kids alone.
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This Just In...

Just got word our apartment will be done very soon. Daddy went to go drop off a futon matress that was donated to us (for God knows what reason) and the kitchen tiles are being put down as I write this. Daddy says that the only thing I'm going to hate is the fact that they painted the door frames peach. Peach? Why? I'm going to be purchasing a can of blue paint and changing the frames, because I'm not having peach frames in my house. Maybe they look nice, but my visual says they're ugly. And they will stay ugly until I see differently...
I can't wait. Can. Not. Wait. to move. My SIL's house is too much for me...
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I'll be searching Googlio...

Daddy's cousin=not too smart. He came to visit the other day and he and Daddy were talking about some website Daddy had told him to look at. Here is the conversation:
Daddy: "So did you find the site I was telling you about?" It was some website about modified cars.
Cousin: "No, I couldn't find it."
Daddy: "what do you mean? I gave you the address..."
Cousin: "I don't know, maybe I typed it in wrong. And I went to Googlio to see if I found it but that wouldn't even work."
I stopped dead in my tracks. (I was just walking back and forth doing something constructive.)
Famous blank stare directed at Cousin.
Me: "Googlio? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Daddy is holding laughter.
Cousin: "Yeah, you know where you search for stuff..."
Daddy is biting his lip.
Me: "GOOGLE?????"
Cousin: "Yeah, whatever. However you say it, I couldn't find it..."
Uncontrollable laughter now. Slow bastard.

Later:
Daddy: "Where is the baby's diaper bag?"
Me: "I don't know, let me check googlio."
Cousin: "Fuck you."
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News I read today-

Sylvester J. Williams, you are one smart dude...really.
This is love....
You scared him alright...
HEL-LO! Sign me up...can someone loan me and Daddy $150,000???
HAHAHA the joke was on Dubya for a minute! But notice how he couldn't answer the REAL questions...
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I'm FREEZING

I feel like shit. Got another migraine. Might have something to do with Little Man not wanting to sleep in the playpen last night. Nope. he wanted to be cuddled up with Daddy, not Mommy, not that stupid woman who keeps putting him back IN the stupid playpen. So he didn't care that I couldn't sleep, therefore my mind started going a million miles a minute thinking about all the bullshit I don't LET myself think about during the day, because- well I would get a migraine. So one of the agents here got me some aspirin. Like the real stuff- BAYER. (Better known as heart-attack prevention medicine.) So everyone knows aspirin is a blood thinner- I've got 500 milligrams of the stuff surging through my system right now ( i only took one) and my blood is all thin and now I'm freezing. Like my fingertips feel like I've had them dipped in a puddle for twenty minutes. I've got the little heater under my desk turned on and my legs at least feel a little warm, but my hands...
wonder how I would have felt if I had taken two?
At least I know I won't have a heart attack any time today.
Been busy at work. (Thank God, but it's cutting into my reading time ) I don't mind it, I love being busy. Because then I don't get migraines for thinking about shit too hard.
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Get out!!!

Can someone please get out of this room? I can't get out...is it even possible?Crazy/Hip Blog-Mamas

My car sucks ass

My car has never given us a problem. Except for the whole gas-guzzling thing, I've never complained. Now the transmission is going. Because I don't have enough shit going on right now- where we still only have ONE car, so if this one breaks down we are screwed.
And the goddamn apartment still isn't done, but this post is not about that.
Back to the car- Yesterday when I got out of work, I did what I do everyday, I turned on the car and sat. It's colder than a mofo out there, I need some heat to drive. It was raining just a bit, which was fine because that meant the snow was leaving just as fast as it came, so I turned on my wipers and one went flying off the car. Did you hear me? A WIPER WENT FLYING OFF THE CAR. Thank God I wasn't driving because I would have probably panicked and crashed. I got out the car and picked my wiper up out of the nice puddle it fell in and with frozen fingers put it back on its...thingie. (What's the name of the thing the wiper goes on?) Problem solved. Easy. So the car warmed up, I got some heat and I started to drive to the sitter's.
Then the light started flashing.
Wait a minute, that light isn't supposed to be flashing...
It's the "sport" light, same as overdrive- which I never use and is not supposed to turn on unless you click the button. So I click the button thinking maybe I hit it by accident. But why would it be flashing, if I hit the button it should be solid... nothing. The light keeps flashing. Well, the car is driving fine, I'll just take it easy till I get to the sitter's and call Daddy.
The phonecall didn't bring me good news. Apparently the transmission is on its way out, and it couldn't be at a better time. My sister had changed the trasmission on this car not two years ago it shouldn't be doing this. So now my income tax money is most likely going to have to get me another junker, I'm just hoping my car last until then. I'm not going to bother fixing the tranny-if it's doing this two years after it got a new one there is obviously something bigger going on and I'm not going to spend a million dollars fixing it when I can just get something else. Something more reliable.
I really think I'm being punished for something I did in a past life. How can I redeem myself and be forgiven by the cosmos?
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I'm going to scream-

I'm soooo ready to move into my new place, sooo ready to leave SIL's house. It's only been a few days, yes, BUT they have been loooooooooooooong days. All I keep hearing is "Oh my God he's so spoiled," (about my son) and I find myself saying "Put him down" every twenty seconds to my princess niece, because she feels the need to carry my son everywhere even though he looks like a poor cat being dragged everywhere.
Ugh.
And I thought staying at my mother's would have been bad, this is turning out to be worse.
My son is in an environment that is not his own, none of his toys are here (which I am making a special trip to the new house just to collect some), nothing is familiar, so he doesn't want to let me out of his sight. Literally cries when I leave a room, something he has never done because frankly my son could give less of a shit about me when we are home. Last night we ordered Chinese and settled in like one big happy family to watch some t.v...when my son started getting tired he started whining. That's normal, but his pacifier and a cuddle will usually get him to sleep. Nope, not last night. Not with these "strangers" around. He was fighting me and crying and going back and forth between me and Daddy, looking for a comfort spot before drifting off. In the backround my SIL kept saying "stop crying you cry too much" and "he's a spoiled brat just like his father was." That threw me...I was ready to start screaming at her, because naturally I'm going to defend my husband and my son, no matter who it is that is attacking them. I took my left-overs into the kitchen-my son following close behind crying at the top of his lungs. I poured him a fresh bottle and took him upstairs. I was NOT going to sit there and listen to her talk shit about my guys. Fuck her. I changed into my pj's and laid down with my baby. Daddy came up not two minutes later, he knew I wasn't happy. But not a word I said, I was just trying to get my son to sleep. Once he fell asleep, about ten or fifteen minutes later, off to Slumberland I followed.
So I'm here, dying to hear from the new landlord on when the apartment will be finished...hopefully soon, God I can't wait to get out of there.
I am an asshole because at some point before I figured out what was wrong with him I yelled at him. I was so frustrated at the crying and hearing the shit-talking in the back that I told him to just "shut the fuck up already!" And when he was falling asleep I kissed him on the head and apologized to him, even though he doesn't know what I was saying.
Living with family is never good when you have your own family. I will hope to never have to stay at anyone's house again, unless it's a vacation in which we would never be in the house much...
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Fun Links

See, this just freaks me out... can anybody figure it out?
Smartest blonde EVER!!!
Hope he brought a knife and fork!
Numbers 2, 3, and 4 had me dying! Tooo funny.
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Sleeping somewhere else...

...it just feels sooo different. We spent the night at my SIL's house, we will probably be there for about a week.
We moved mostly everything out of the old place, leaving behind our bed, our dresser, our couches. Those are going to have to be picked up sometime today, I don't want that landlord going in there thinking he hit the motherload and taking my stuff. The morons who were helping us took everything over to the new house, even though I specifically said that THESE certain bags had to go with us to SIL's house, because they contained our clothes and toothbrushes and necesities...so when we got to her house last night- tired as all hell from the moving and hungry because we hadn't eaten since lunchtime-we got to see that none of our stuff was there. All the energy I had left went to going to Wendy's to pick up five more pounds for each of us and stopping at the 7 Eleven to get toothbrushes for us. Luckily, SIL has clothes in my size from her pre-pregnancy days that I got to put on to come to work. So when I get out of work- off to the new house to get our clothes, and then who knows. Off to search for a van or something big enough to move the last of the stuff.
The thing about sleeping in a new place (whether you're visiting or just moved in) you hear EVERY sound the house makes. I got almost no sleep last night, I could hear the stairs creaking, the house settling into itself, I could hear my BIL SNORING from down the hall. (How the hell does my SIL sleep through that? He sounds like a bear!) I could hear the trees rustling outside, and people driving by. It all just seemed so loud to me, but it was just because I was not in my bed in my familiar home. It will be this way in the new house for a few days. Little Man didn't want to go to sleep because he was too busy looking around, he knew he hadn't seen these surroundings before. (When we visit we stay in the living room and kitchen, we never ventured to the bedrooms...) So putting him down was a challenge.
Today Is FRIDAY!!!!! Nothing special about it, it's just Friday. Perhaps I will be posting some fun links for you (my two readers) to enjoy. I found a funny site yesterday that has lots of good stuff...
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And so begins the jealousy

My SIL called me at work today to tell me that my princess niece has begun to say things about the baby-on-the-way. Things like "The new baby is going to be ugly." and "She isn't going to touch any of my toys when she gets here. I won't let her."
Great.
But we all know that as soon as new baby gets here she will change her mind.
She has been bugging my SIL lately for my son to go over and play. With us being so busy moving (and leaving Little Man with my mother if we're moving anything too big) we haven't gone to her house for a visit. So SIL wants us to go over and bring my Little Man. But now it has turned into "Why don't you guys stay with us until the new apartment is ready..."
oy vey...
Four adults, (one preggo) two very excitable children, and one fat bulldog (theirs) all in one house, with one bathroom for a week or two. Hmmm.....We actually don't have too much of a choice because we have to vacate our current apt. asap because I believe the guy already might have rented it out, and we did tell him we would be out by the 15th....what's today?
I will take a pic of my princess niece with my son in a choke-hold and post it. (She never lets him out of her sight, and the only reason he is out of her grip is because he's getting strong like bull)...
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More heartbreak

Oh my God...my heart just hurts...If anyone ever decided to kill my child- you better kill me right after. There is no way IN HELL I would cover someone-even if he's the father of my child-who does this.
This poor boy didn't even get enough justice. Read the last sentence of the article. My son weighed 20 lbs. at his yearly check-up, that boy was 4 fucking years old!!!!!!

I went to High School with this kid, Holy Shit...
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If you have a few minutes...

try this game and tell me how far you get. I will keep trying and let you know if I finish...***WARNING*** IT IS ADDICTIVE!
Try this one, too. Let me know what level you get to.Crazy/Hip Blog-Mamas

For those that give their kids candy-

- this is scary.Crazy/Hip Blog-Mamas

Rest in Peace

You didn't deserve this...I am sooooo sorry...
I just read another article that said she was beaten for taking a yogurt out of the fridge. She was FUCKING HUNGRY! LET HER EAT!!!!!!! You didn't have to kill her for a YOGURT!

And here is another one...What the hell is wrong with these people?
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Different night last night-

I love my son. I'm glad I have him. I could have lost him if I wasn't induced when I went to the hospital. (Birth story later on if anybody is interested.) It's not a secret that he frustrates me, ususally if I write about him it's to say what he did wrong, or what he did that made me yell. (Yup, I'm a terrible mother, you don't have to tell me.) He is a kid, after all, and he does normal kid things. I am just an anal person who likes things planned (which never go as planned anyway) and likes things in order. You can't be these things when you have a child, they are so unpredictable and spontaneous.
Our routine before bedtime for my Little Man consists of having dinner, some playing in his playroom, then time for a bottle and bed. This is usually accompanied by the reading of one of his many books, he will sit on my lap and I will start to read the book. But if there is a page he really likes he will turn back to that page and I will have to read it again and again and again... Sometimes there is screaming- "Little Man lay down!" "Go to sleep!" "Stop throwing your pacifier!" and he will protest and yell back at me and try to hit me and ccccrrrrryyyyyy. He will do anything not to go to sleep.
Last night was different.
We moved some stuff over to the new apartment (it's not fully done yet, as they're renovating the whole thing and the kitchen floor needs to be put down and the whole bathroom is missing.) and went home at about nine. After his two-cheese slice dinner at my MIL's, he had had a bottle so he didn't really want one when we got home. So he and I went into my room (the crib was taken apart last night and moved so he would be sleeping with us) and I laid down. He was pointing at different parts of my face as I named them, and he would lift my shirt to give my belly raspberries. And then he just laid next to me (but not touching me) and fell asleep. Just like that. No screaming, no fighting, no throwing things, no running into other rooms to get away from me and the deadly pj's. Hubby came into the room at some point and I was dozing, and he asked me what happened.
"What? You mean the fact that WWIII wasn't started in trying to get this kid to sleep?"
"Yeah,"
"He just wanted to go to sleep."
Last night was just different. I of course got no sleep because he was in the bed, but I won't get into that. BUT! I will say that the night before he slept in his crib all night without waking up once. I think I'm going to be laying him in his playpen until we fully move...
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Fussy eater??? Now???

My Little Man will eat anything under the sun, as long as I'm eating it first. (or Daddy). When we introduced him to solids, he went with it. When the teeth came in, he was all about biting on the Gerber Biter Cookies or whatever they're called (can't find the link). He has never given me a problem with eating. So yesterday Daddy and I went to my MIL's house to borrow her SUV so we could move a few of the bigger things in the house. (I did mention we are moving, right?) So when we get there we are just about starving and she felt all motherly and made us tuna fish sandwiches. I haven't had one of those in ages, so I was more than happy to have one- especially since I didn't have to make it. I put Little Man on my lap and give him a bite of my sandwich, he stops, takes the bite OUT of his mouth and hands it to me, shaking his head. I laughed. I try to give him another bite.
Nope, not having it.
I try to give him just bread.
Hell no, lady.
So Daddy went to get a slice of cheese out of the fridge, he likes cheese sandwiches, he won't say no to this. I put the cheese in one slice of bread, folded it and tried to give it to him. He takes the sandwich, opens the bread, takes out the cheese and runs for the hills. He had two slices of cheese and some milk for dinner. (But was pointing at my Coke saying "Dis?" the whole time)
It reminded me of Finslippy and her picky-eater, (this post almost killed me I was laughing so hard. Maybe that's why I'm being punished now, Karma...) and I thought to myself- is he really going to start this shit now???
We'll see.
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A question about poop

Why is it that after drinking juice my son's bowel's loosen??? Any juice! He can eat the fruit fine, but give him a juice, any amount- be it 4 oz. or 8 oz. or just 1 oz. and the poor kid's got the runs. Does this happen to anyone else's child? And it only happens in the diaper right after the juice.... I know it's not an allergy, but his next appt. is not till February and I'm not concerned enough to call the doc. before then. Just wondering.....
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To the idiot in the Camry in front of me-

Come on buddy- you have the same license plate I have, meaning you ARE from here. Why is it that you felt the need to get into the "left turn only" lane when you KNEW you were going straight. Especially when the light for the left turn is only green for 2.5 seconds and then turns RED again, and I CAN"T TURN FOR ANOTHER FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!!!!! AND I'M ALREADY FIVE MINUTES LATE FROM MY LUNCH BREAK! You are just proof that they will give a license to anyone.Crazy/Hip Blog-Mamas

Too much info-

Oh my GOOOOOOOOOD I have to pee so bad, but someone who shall remain nameless but seems to have an obsession with my printer went into the ONE bathroom we have here and didn't get out for like twenty minutes...I don't want to go in there... Crazy/Hip Blog-Mamas

To the idiot who just walked in here-

Seriously, if you are just walking into the office, and you haven't been here for more than 16 hours, why in the hell would you come to the printer and see if any of the papers that HAVE JUST PRINTED are yours? Do you have a laptop in your car that you print from before you walk in?
Literally JUST WALKING IN! Stopping at my desk before you even go to yours! Before you take off your coat and put your briefcase down! COME ON! SERIOUSLY!!!!
Wait it gets better-and only two minutes have gone by.
Him-"Where are the closed files for '05?"
Me-(famous blank stare) "In the file cabinet. Under 'closed'" Crazy/Hip Blog-Mamas

My dorkiness shows

So instead of just adding the blogs I love to my links, I have sent a few people an e-mail or a comment asking if it's okay. (Didn't do it for you, Latteman, because- well, I just didn't want to.) Yeah, it's dorky, but what if they don't want to be on my links? What if my site isn't good enough for their name to be on? They probably don't read me anyway, so what if they don't want their blog to be on a site that doesn't get any hits anyway? What if i'm just not cool enough? What if I'm just an insecure asshole who just needs some friends????
And am I the only one having trouble getting into Breed em and weep? Do any of my two readers read her? This is what I get...did she move?Crazy/Hip Blog-Mamas

The battery story-

My son loves "talking" on the phone. I let him play with my old cell phone, because he wants to imitate us when we talk on the phone. So the old phone went to him, because frankly who cares if he throws that one around and breaks it? The thing is that Little Man will still sniff out my new cell phone and want to "talk" on it. He puts it on his shoulder- yes SHOULDER not ear- and say "Hello" and "yeah" and other not-so-understandable things. Sometimes he screams into it- nice example I'm setting, huh? So one day sometime before Christmas I left the phone charging in my room and was doing something somewhere else in the house. Into my room he went, because I left the door open, and pulled on the charger's cord and down came the phone. Fine, no big deal, I've dropped my phone before. I chased the boy down to get my phone back and gave it to Daddy to plug back in.
"Phone doesn't work."
"What? what do you mean it doesn't work?"
"It doesn't want to charge..."
So from that day until this weekend (when I finally got the replacement phone) I would have to go to my mother's house to get her full battery (she has the same phone) in exchange for my dead one. That meant I couldn't get out of picking her up from work at 11 at night (she has a part-time at the local mall) because I needed that battery. That means I couldn't say no to going over for dinner sometimes because I needed that battery. That means that I had to see my mother.
Now, it's not that I don't like her, she is my mother, I love her to death. But my mother and I are one and the same, so the stubborness (spelling?) and the bitchiness and the arguments are multiplied by two. We get along for about half an hour at a time. After that, she will have a stupid comment to say and the screaming ensues. Or she'll just say something like "I know your mother doesn't give you any vegetables so I'm going to make sure you eat some here" or "I know you didn't get a bath today, so we'll give you one here" to my son- in front of me. Come on, doesn't that spark something in everyone? Don't say you KNOW I don't give him vegetables if you aren't around us. I make sure that boy gets plenty of veggies, just because I eat the grossest foods doesn't mean he does. And how does she figure I don't give him a bath? Lady, do you smell something? Is there something growing out of his ears? He gets a bath every day, if not by me then by the sitter...
How did this turn into a post about my mother?
Sorry... the battery issue is resolved. Now I have to find where the boy put the actual phone charger, because he was playing with it a few days ago and now it's MIA...
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Late Christmas List.

I meant to link to this when I read it way back when- but alas I'm a dope and forgot. Chynakatt-my list is very much the same, especially the P.S.
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Pat on the back for me!!!

HOLY SHIT!!! I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO PUT LINKS ON THE SIDEBAR!!! All i had to do was switch my template!!! YAY for me!! And look LatteMan- you got first dibs on my links, don't you feel special??? It's a tribute for you for being such a dedicated (obbsessed?hahaha just joking don't hate me!) reader/commenter. On Monday I will be adding the rest of my faves...curious to see who makes the list???? Stay tuned...
And I did forget to write about my cell phone battery, that will also come Monday (if I don't have a boatload of work to do. It's tax season, I have to get everyone's numbers in order.)
Wow, I'm all excited, I feel like I actually accomplished something! Goes to show how exciting my life is huh???

***Update (five minutes later) Goddammit, i tried clicking on LatteMan's link and it won't open for me. More discovering to do on Monday.
***Update (another five minutes later) I did some tinkering and now it's directing me to a blogspot page saying the address is not found. Okay now I really have to go home. I'm trying here!!!
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Wow. There are no words....
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The Penis Plant

This is the cactus I have on my desk. It was here when I started working so it became "my cactus". The lighting is horrible, but can you see that it looks like a penis? A penis with a really bad herpes outbreak? I will try to take a better picture of it. Every time someone comes into my office they look at the cactus kinda funny, they must think I'm such a freak that I can't be away from penis for too long, so I have one at my office to look at. My boss pretends he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I have to think of a way to get rid of the cactus, cause God knows that thing won't die. I've already gotten rid of the ugly fish we had in here- well, he passed on to fish heaven, it was past his time- but the cactus??? Any ideas?
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Explanation

Thanks for warm thoughts. I think we're okay for now, I decided to put myself in therapy as soon as our insurance mess gets cleared up, which I had written about yesterday but now will leave it for another day. Maybe speaking to someone will help, hopefully Daddy can understand that I AM NOT trying to be his mother when I ask him to call me if he's going to be out for long. I am his WIFE and I still have the right to know, it's not me trying to run his life. He forgets that things change when you commit to someone and start a family, he thinks it still means he can go and hang out whenever he wants. Which is not the problem, the problem is that his friends are not in real relationships, so they don't know what responsibilities he has to me and his son. They don't understand that he can't go hanging out every night till two or three in the morning. Just...
God, I can't even put it into words without sounding like a nag.
I'm not trying to be his mother. I only gave birth to one, why do I feel llike I have two sometimes? He seems to have at least partly understood my point because he's calling if he's out. (He doesn't need to check in, but I always call him and let him know where I'm going and when I'll be back why can't I get the same respect?) And he doesn't go hanging out all the time, which i'm grateful for because before we had Little Man we used to be Night Owls, never slept at night, we would be watching movies or playing games or challenging ourselves to get lost in different towns...yeah, we had no life. We were a large group of friends that has slowly separated into different couples (some from within the group) or people that just stayed single and are in the same frame of mind that we were in 2-3 years ago. Things change, and Daddy kinda doesn't want to accept that. I think he gets this feeling that if he changes it means he's old... I tried explaining to him that we are GROWING UP, it happens. We can't be 20- year-olds forever. (We are both 23, I don't think I've ever mentioned that.) And change doesn't mean we're old overnight, we NEED change in order to grow...
I don't know.
Hey Latteman, where are my cookies? They really would have come in handy the other day....
Just joking! I do pity my mailman, he has started to run in and out of my office...
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I want my share.

Yahoo thinks it's great that they are using my blog space to advertise their smilies every time I use one. So do I get money if my readers decide to share my love for the smilies??? NO? A dollar? A quarter??? Shit, if I would have known I would have signed up for adsense and made money everytime someone clicks something. Maybe I still can... then maybe I can afford that toaster oven I was looking at yesterday with longing eyes...
***Updated- they pulled the ads. ha. guess I told them huh?
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Can't Connect?????

I'm here. I'm alive. I'm better.
I tried writing yesterday but for some reason blogspot wouldn't "connect". Wouldn't even let me save as draft.
NOTE TO BLOGSPOT: If you can connect to LET me write, you should be able to connect to publish, or at least save. I can't write what I wrote yesterday, it was what I was feeling yesterday (Mostly yelling at my son's insurance provider) (and how I'm going to start therapy as soon as we get coverage again).
but today is a new day. I will write as soon as i'm done crunching some numbers for these rich folks here.
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Bad Day

Daddy and I are fighting too much. Thinking on moving out. Need to get away. Don't want to cry anymore. How do I make it better and keep my family?
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New Wendy's commercial-

Mom: "How much did you pay for that beautiful sweater?"
Girl: "Fifty-five junior bacon cheeseburgers..."
and the commercial continues.
Imagine going up to the register in a store with a bagful of burgers to pay for clothes. Or a bagful of frosties (melting, I imagine) which the same girl used to pay for her pants. Come on Wendy's, I know you can do better.
My favorite (because it's so bad) is where this guy tells his girlfriend/wife/whatever that she looks like a million crispy chicken nuggets.
No.
Uh-uh.
NOT a compliment buddy!
I thought of myself looking like a million crispy chicken nuggets last night as I ate a side caesar sald and fries dipped in their chili. Kinda grossed me out. I told Daddy that if he ever told me I looked like a million crispy chicken nuggets I would clobber him. He laughed through a mouthful of food.
Working on a super migraine here today...it's on the right side this week. (Last week was the left.) My eye is shrinking from the pressure already. Once I get my insurance crap in order again I think I'm going to see if I can get a headscan. I seriously think I get too many headaches. I used to get them really bad to the point where I was crying and puking, but when I got pregnant they stopped. Recently they've started flaring up again, just not as bad as before. I'm beginning to catch them early, but I don't want to be popping pills all the time. Especially Excedrine, who is a miracle worker, but I know there has to be some bad things going on with that med.
Little Man woke up at five in the morning wanting to play. My alarm was set for seven, I wanted to sleep until seven thirty. He finally went back to sleep ten minutes before the alarm went off. And stayed asleep as I changed his diaper, put his hat and coat on and took his ass to Grandma's. Stayed asleep as I stripped him of his hat and coat and put him in the playpen. Stayed asleep while I ate breakfast, and even as I walked out the door. Bastard.
Until we meet again...if my head doesn't explode in the meantime.
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Just a bit calmer...

So I left the office a few ten minutes early yesterday so I could get a head start on the drive around the world. Got to pick up baby, pick up check, pick up Daddy, cash check, and go switch batteries with my mother (story behind that, coming later), and go get something to eat. Phew! It almost wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, but it was still bad. Just an update. Will be back to tell the battery story, have to see what adventures await me in the filing cabinet in the back room.
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Reasons Postal Workers go Postal...

Head Admin. had the other admin call me and ask me what I wanted her to do with my check. Again. Seriously, why would you ask such a question? Do you want to hear my answer? "Hold it out the window and see if it will fly to me." She gets off at 4 fucking 30. She does not have a boyfriend, does not have a child, has a very reliable vehicle, pretty much doesn't have shit to do after work so it wouldn't fucking kill her to drive her spinster ass to my office and give me the money I need to feed my goddamn family. I have to get my son milk, i have to buy groceries, I have to pick my son up by 5:30 and the check cashing place closes at 6:30. So after I pick my son up I have to drive to the other office on the other side of town to pick up the stupid check and then go back to my side of town to cash it. With traffic. Five minutes after I got that phonecall I called back and asked to speak to my boss. I'm really sick of this. Unfortunately he wasn't there, so I asked for the head admin. The other admin knew I wasn't happy, she transferred me rather quickly.
"Does bossman do direct deposit?"
"NO we haven't set up an account for that yet, why?"
"So that my money can go into the bank instead of me driving all around town having to pick it up."
"Oh, well I'll ask him if he's going to do that anytime soon."
Tomorrow I will call the boss again and let him know that I'm the only one that has to chase her fucking check around the whole state, and that if it's going to be such a problem to pay me then we will have to discuss other options.
I'm so angry right now my hands are shaking. I should leave early so that I can have time to go get the stupid check and make it to the check cashing place before they are bombarded with the rest of the world that is afraid of their bank.
Right now it's 4:38, head admin. was off 8 minutes ago, she could have been here before 5. I think this is the only time I appreciate large chain jobs (department stores, pharmacies, restaurants...) because they have your check when they're supposed to.

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Funny-

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I don't even have words...

This woman should be locked up for life. My heart goes out to those poor kids...
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Let her rot.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid......why would you do such a thing? It's a baby for God's sake! You didn't know how he would react? Seriously i hope she rots in jail. She heard him WHIMPER! HE WAS ALIVE! Do you realize how many women in this world would love to hear that whimper come from a child? They don't even get the opportunity- and you so easily just throw him away! What kills me is that she says that she would have gone to the hospital and figured things out- she at least had that plan. The hospital would have taken the baby, but she still did that!
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She should be investigated.

Any body else think she may have had something to do with it? It's all to suspicious to me... how would you not want to know where your new husband is? Especially when it's 4am and he's not in his room? And he supposedly slept somewhere else on another night? Gimme a break...
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More stupidity.

Come on, are you kidding me? A dog-sitter but not a babysitter? Lock 'em up! And the little one is autistic! AAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!! Assholes!
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I smell.

I just took the decorations off the Christmas tree in my office and I smell like a pine needle. And I'm covered in them. Ugh. Yeah, my wonderful boss put a Christmas tree up in the office located in a primarily Jewish part of town. I'm sure that went over well every time the people going to temple walked by our windows. He was all excited about this great tree he got, it was a beautiful tree, but they must have cut it too early in the season because the tree started drying rather quickly. Even when I was watering it every other day. It still smelled great, everyone commented on it when they came in.
Well, that was all I had in me. Until something exciting happens, or until someone pisses me off...
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Waiting by the door...

with my tail wagging. Waiting for that mailman... not waiting for any important letters, I only get bills and junk magazines wanting to give me more bills. Waiting for some COOKIES! My buddy and fellow parent blogger Latte Man has written many a time about all the wonderful baking he does. I used to bake. Oh my Wonder Bars, how I miss thee! Those were my specialty... My mother always said they were called Wonder Bars because it was a wonder you could eat a whole one, and then still eat a meal later on in the day.
ANYWAY! Back to the subject at hand... I wanted the cake...but he mentioned how shipping it would be, well, not good. So he offered cookies. Chocolate Chip cookies. Hmmmmm... (drool). So now I actually want to see the mailman walking to the door, because for once he will have something for me. Now I have to point out that I'm having them sent to my office, as I told Latte Man, because I want first dibs. Both Daddy and Little Man are big fans of Choco Chip cookies (YES we give him cookies, just not all the time. Haven't I already said I'm an unfit mother?) So blog world, as soon as those cookies get the first bite taken out of them, and the milk chaser goes down as well, I will be writing about them. Yes, dear friend you will get credit where credit is due...so until those cookies get here, the mailman will be seeing me at the door when he is still a block away from my office.
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New Year's Post

My New Year was not held at my house... THANK YOU GOD! Instead, SIL1 did a very good job at convincing Daddy for us to go to his Aunt's house, and I couldn't have been happier. No cooking, cleaning, running around like a mad-woman for me. So we went there, my sister went to her boyfriend's friend's house, and my mother went back home to NYC to her sister's house. I was bummed that I couldn't spend New Year's with my sister or mother, but it was agreed, and no one fought about it. (My mother is a real stickler when it comes to Holidays. She still gets me presents for Easter and Valentines Day...) We rang in the New Year sober, surrounded by intoxicated people, and were home and in bed by 1:30. I would have drank if my son wasn't with me and Daddy is not a big drinker anyway. There was this really drunk "family friend" who kept cornering my MIL to tell her about his '06 Honda Accord that was being delivered to his house first thing Monday morning (Who cares?) and how he owns four houses (why aren't you in one now?) and she kept throwing me "help me!" looks. So I went and got Little Man and whispered to him that she had milk for him and he ran to her. "This is my grandson. Looks like I have to attend to him." she said to him. (I was ducking in the kitchen.)
Little Man stayed up until we got into the car to go home. What a trooper. He has become very attached to his uncle, SIL1's husband. He wouldn't leave his side for most of the party, except to go shake his little booty in the living room where the adults would stop dancing to "OOH" and "AAH" and clap along to his dance moves. He likes being in the center of attention, he must get that from Daddy, because I was very shy as a child. And he was the only child there besides our Princess Niece, but she's five and her cuteness is put on hold for younger kids.
SIL2 was there with her anti-social boyfriend that everyone hates. He just sat in the corner and moped, and we all ignored him.
SIL1 was glowing in her pregnant state, she is now six months preggo. Her belly is starting to show more, and the baby moves when I speak to her. (Yes, I am the obnoxious one who talks to my SIL's belly. She did it to me...) Little Man was giving her belly kisses, I wish my phone had been working, I would have soooo posted a pic of that. (Most of my pics come from my camera phone-)
It was snowing horrendously New Year's Eve here, so not too many people came to the party. Most of the people missing were the ones who were supposed to bring the food, so we munched on appetizers all night. Had we known that was going to happen, Daddy and I would have stopped to get something to eat beforehand because we were starving. We hadn't eaten a decent meal all day since the party was supposed to have all kinds of food. But it was nice. And it wasn't at my house, which is all I wanted.
I hope everyone had a nice New Year. Feel free to share your stories!
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Oh dear, my head is going to explode...

Seriously, like there is a bomb IN MY HEAD. I was told on Friday that I would not have to work today. So this morning I'm lounging on my bed with Little Man (who slept in his crib all night thank you very much!) and Daddy (who like everyone else in the world has the day off) when my phone rings. Groan from me, I already know who it is. Long story short (and with out all the yelling I was doing in the shower and as I was dressing) I come into work. When I get here at 10:30 they call me again.
"Oh we were going to tell you to forget it, we might be leaving at 12."
My muscles tense, there is LITERALLY smoke coming out of my ears.
"You're kidding me right? RIGHT?"
"No it's really slow, but now that you're in we'll just call you and let you know if you can leave at twelve,"
I just hung up the phone.
Seriously, this is going to be me.
My New Year's post will wait until either after twelve ( ) or tomorrow...
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