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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This is SoOOOOOO funny. Watch it if you have a few minutes!
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For all of you...

or both of you that read this blog...
Have a wonderful New Year. I wish you luck, health, and happiness in all you do. Be safe, and don't drink and drive...
Lots of Luv- Me.
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Remembering

I remember my first prenatal visit like it was yesterday. According to calculations, I was about 16 weeks at this visit. (Irregular period and lots of denial made it so late...) I went by myself, I didn't want Daddy there. I was sitting in the waiting room across from this Arabic couple who were very near the end. She was beautiful, clear dark complexion, perfect features, wearing simple black pants and a burgundy maternity shirt. Her hair was covered by a matching burgundy and black...I don't know what you call the cover... She had her hand on her belly the whole time she was sitting there, her husband was uncomfortably reading the Reader's Digest. He looked older than her by a number of years, some gray sprouting on his sideburns and mustache. I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, couldn't even tell I was pregnant. At some point she and I caught eyes and she smiled at me. "One more week," she mouthed at me. I smiled my response. How excited she must be! In just a week she gets to hold her baby. I was happy for her. They called her name before mine, and she disappeared into the back. My name was called about five or ten minutes later, I was given a gown and the door was shut. I heard a scream from next door. Footsteps could be heard in the hallway, fast paced back and forth. "Get the other machine!" I heard someone call out. More running, tires squeaking as the screaming turned into sobs. My heart was racing, What the hell is going on? I thought. Doctors were being paged to room 6, I heard a man crying out in the hall. "NO! NO!NONONONO!" was what came from next door now, "FIND THE HEARTBEAT! FIND IT!" Tears were forming in my eyes, I knew this was the woman from the waiting room, I just knew it. God, no, why is this happening to her? I thought. "Call the hospital! Get the OR ready," I heard a nurse call out to another. I heard the wheels of a stretcher coming for her. She was still screaming NO! Her husband was still in the hall, I don't even think he was standing up. Some shuffling, I could hear the stretcher as it left through the back to a waiting ambulance. Then silence.
The nurse came into my room, stethiscope in hand apologized for being late. "Got kinda crazy in here just now," she said.
"It's okay," I said.
I was told to lay back, and open the gown. "We're going to listen for the heartbeat," she said.
Deep breath from me. Yeah, that just worked out really well for the woman next door.
She found Little man's heart beat in a matter of seconds, strong and hard. The sound made me cry, I was happy, it was finally real. But I was sad, too. Months ago this was her laying down, listening to her baby's heartbeat, feeling elated. So I cried for the new life forming itself inside me, and I cried for the life that was just lost. I left my doctor's office in a sort of daze, knowing that any time this could all end. No matter what you do, what you eat, how careful you are, it can all end just like that. She didn't know there was anything wrong, she was smiling at me in the waiting room. And it ended for her, just a week before she was supposed to hold her dear baby. That day she held her child, and I can't imagine what she felt, knowing her child will never know her. She won't be able to see it grow and walk and talk....
I still think about her. Every time I went to my appointments, I thought about her. When I gave birth to my Little Man i thought about her. I wonder if she ever tried again.
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Unfit mother- another tale.

I went through some shit yesterday that just about had me running out of the house to a mental hospital. Little Man walks like he's done it for years. He's been walking since he was nine months old. Last night when we came home, he decided he wasn't going to walk, but crawl on the living room floor that I had to sweep because of the goldfish he smashed up yesterday. So goldfish crumbs were all over him- which is normal. But I didn't want him on the floor, I wanted to sweep the stupid floor that I'm tired of sweeping and stupid Daddy was just sitting in his computer chair watching t.v.
"Little Man get off the floor."
Blank stare from Little Man.
"Get up."
He offers me a goldfish crumb.
I want to pull my hair out at this point because we just finished a scream-fest while changing his diaper due to a mysterious rash forming that stung him like hell when I wiped. So my nerves are just a little shot right about this point.
And I yelled.
At my son.
To get off the fucking floor.
Daddy finally pulls himself away from the television to get the crying child off the floor and cuddle him.
I run to my bedroom and slam the door.
I'm a horrible mother. He hates me. He never listens to me. If Daddy were to tell him to get off the floor he would have done it before Daddy even finished the sentence. Daddy and Little Man come into the room where Daddy proceeds to tell me not to yell at the baby because it won't make him listen to me.
"I say things to him in a normal voice and I get no response from him. It's like I'm an adult on Charlie Brown- Womp womp womp womp womp..."
Little Man gets put on the bed and I start to cry because my son will grow to hate me and will never listen to me and every one will look at me and say "She has no control over that child" and I will hate myself because I know it's true.
He used to listen to me. I don't know what it is, now he listens to everyone but me. When did I lose the control? Why does he feel he should behave for everyone but me? Why am I the one with the shit to deal with when he's an angel for them?
He has his days when he listens to me, just like he has his days where he sleeps in his own crib (which right now is every other day).
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Call an ambulance!

Seriously I think I almost experienced a heart attack. I walked into the Cumby's across the street making a bee-line for my dearest fountain soda dispenser, the supplier of my 32 oz. drug of choice. When I actually looked up, I saw him. The maintenance guy. Oh no! My machine broke! I can't have my 32 oz. Pepsi!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!! The blood rushed to my head, I could feel a burst of adrenaline come through my veins. (This is what caffeine does to you!) I got closer, and saw he was repairing the slushie machine next to the fountain soda machine. Whew! Giant sigh of relief. I poured my giant cup-o-sugar, and actually felt bad for anyone who was coming in to get a slushie. If they're addicted (they have a coke flavored slushie) the way I am to the fountian soda, then they will have the small heart palpitations I just had.
Oh well, I have my drink.
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I just couldn't do it.

Little Man didn't get his picture taken with Santa. I'm a horrible horrible mommy. The day before Christmas Eve was the day I hoped to get to the mall before Daddy got out of work. Except I called him to ask him how busy the mall was first, he told me he passed by the Santa line just a few minutes before and that the wait was going to be about two hours. I thought he was saying this just so I wouldn't go into the mall, but I passed by my sister's job before picking up the baby and three of her co-workers who had just come from the mall told me the same thing. Rats. Taking Little Man to a packed mall with lots of things to touch and destroy just to have him sit in a stroller for two+ hours was not my idea of fun. So I stole some of my sister's Christmas cookies and was on my way. Next day- had to work and go to the family's houses for dinner(s) so you already know that didn't go over well. At least I took his Christmas pictures, and for only $13 I might add. Yes, I took my lazy ass to Wal-mart and did them there since we were there buying diapers anyway. The photographer was great, kept him laughing. For his summer pictures he kept trying to get off the table, this time he didn't want to get off it. They don't come in till the 11th, and I can't wait to see them.
I'm tired, and I feel a migraine creeping up on me. I'm gonna have to run to the car and get my Excedrin before it blows my veins!
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What color are you?

YELLOW You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding. Find out your color at Quiz Me!

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More cleaning to worry about.

Daddy told me last night we should have New Year's at our house- which translates into "I've already told people to come over but now I'm suggesting it to you so you don't think I made plans without you." I don't want to have New Year's at our house. I hate having so many people there, I hate that I am going to have to stay up later than anyone cause I'm gonna be cleaning up after them. I don't know if he remembers that we have a small child, so it's not like we can have a party like we did a couple of years ago, where everyone is drinking and being all rowdy and no one had any "real" worries. Most of our friends have kids, but those aren't the people coming over. No, the ones that will be there are the ones with no kids who aren't going to have any consideration for my sleeping son. I don't want to be the party pooper, but I don't think I want to deal with that. Maybe if I can find some middle ground-
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He made out like a bandit-

Little Man got some good stuff from everyone. He got this from my sister, got another type of ride-on bike from my mother. I told them they each have to keep theirs at their house for when he goes over, because we already have a ride-on thingie at our house. He got clothes from SIL1, MIL, my mother and sister, and from a few friends. SIL2 got him a new pair of these which he is going to need soon because he is out-growing his current pair. Daddy and I got him a DVD of this guy and this guy. (Trying to get some other influences into his life rather than just that furry red guy who's name cannot be mentioned in his presence unless your ready to sing The Song for a while.) He loves Bear, we actually have a few of his videos. Thomas was Daddy's idea because he liked the train as a kid, so he thinks Little Man would like it. He does. Not as much as Bear, though. Still... We also got him two Sesame Street EDUCATIONAL toys, and he loves them. My mother got him a steering wheel that makes car noises and all types of other things, that one he didn't put down for a full hour. (I don't think I've ever mentioned my son shares my Daddy's obsession for cars.) I can't think of all the stuff he got, but it was a lot. Though no one thought to get him socks, which ironically he needs. (Everyone hates getting socks for Xmas don't they?)
Today I was putting one of his toys in his playroom and I realized how much stuff this kid actually has. OY! When we move it's going to be hard to find a place for all these toys. And to think we are going to go see a much smaller apartment this evening... (biting my lip in a pensive manner.)
I might still be getting my rings this week or next- he said he still wants to dress my finger. Though he keeps telling his friend that I'm going to put him in the poor house. Whatever. It's not my fault they sell your ring so much cheaper! I'll post pics of them when we get them cause I can't seem to find them on line. (Perhaps because they are now a sale item and God forbid anyone advertise those!)

Still having trouble with the stupid sidebar links. I was going to change my template, (actually still debating) but I like the one I chose! Again- if anyone can offer some assistance I'm all ears. (or eyes...whatever)
Alrighty then- I'm gone! I hope everyone had a great Holiday- unlike these poor folks, and these. I can only shake my head in disgust. What the hell is wrong with the world???
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What's up with Wal-mart? First the incident with the robbers and a four year old passer-by(Can't find the stupid link, it was here a few days ago) and now this, they are not going for good publicity here. "Come to Wal-mart, risk getting shot by robbers or cops!"
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Antoher Idiot to complain about-

On the desk when I came in was a pile of about 20 envelopes that had a sticky on the top one that read "Need stamps and need to get sent out"
Okay.
In this office the Bossman is the Holder of the Stamps, since he frequents this office more than mine. So I figure Gotta wait till someone with the key to the Bossman's office comes in-meaning the cleaning guy. Instead the Bossman comes in- apparently hasn't left for his trip, and I ask him for stamps which are promptly given to me. (He's a great boss, his employees are just stupid.)
Then later, I'm in need of something in our supply closet, which is locked so the hounds don't take stuff like envelopes and paper home with them. Lo and behold next to the key to the closet IS A ROLL OF STAMPS. She knew the stamps were there, I called her and asked her. Now the question is: IS IT REALLY THAT FUCKING HARD TO PUT A STAMP ON THESE ENVELOPES AND SEND THEM OUT????? Did it make her feel all big and mighty to write that down for me to do?
God, whatever I did in my past lives or as a child that I am being punished for here, please forgive me. I AM SORRY!
Seriously, I can't understand it.
I'm out- I've got two houses of good food to eat at...Gald not to have to work till Tuesday. And if they call me on monday that they changed their mind and are opening, I'm sooooo not answering my phone.
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Can you believe this?

I'm at work. Yes, my wonderful boss who let us go home at three yesterday, and is being nice enough to let us have Monday off, still decided to open the other office today. I work every other Saturday at the other office, rotating with the other girl...and here is why I'm upset-
Spanish people celebrate Christmas Eve. It's huge in our countries, a day like Thanksgiving, where the moms are in the kitchen preparing a meal to feed an army (which is to feed every person in the world coming by the house to eat and exchange gifts) the kids running around because they know that the aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents that are coming will let them open their gifts right away, just to see their reaction. When you're married and your in-laws live in the same state- that's TWO houses full of food and presents you have to visit. My mother is serving dinner at seven, his mother is serving dinner at three. I'm at work until one. That means I have to rush my ass out of here, go home, take another shower (because I didn't wake up early enough to wash my hair and be pretty) get dressed, dress the boy, make sure Daddy is not sitting in front of the t.v playing Need for Speed Most Wanted instead of helping me...
It's hectic. When I was a kid, we never left the house because my mother moved as far away possible from any family we had after her divorce. She was smart.
My boss left for a vacation. The other secretary (who is also Spanish) is probably relaxing at home taking her time doing things, and I'm here, sitting at the desk watching cobwebs collect on the phone because- SURPRISE! it hasn't rung ONCE! Yeah, I'm getting paid, but I DON"T CARE! I'd rather be home calmly getting myself ready for the afternoon.
We went Christmas shopping yesterday. Our first stop was Toy-R-Us. Now I'm going to have to ask myself why we bothered going there at all. The parking lot was full to capacity I had to park in East Bumblefuck. We walk into the store, running through our mental shopping list...for NOTHING. Why was the store open? There was nothing left on the shelves. Literally you would walk down the toy aisles and the shelves were collecting the same cobwebs my phone is collecting. We were out of there in five minutes. BUT not before buying a game of Ms. Pacman for ourselves. Oh yes, the classic Atari game made available to just plug into your t.v and enjoy hours of pellet eating. That's all we bought.
So we head over to trusty old Wal-mart. Can't go wrong with them, they always have something someone needs... So we got gifts for Little Daddy, Little Man, and our neice Little Princess. Everyone else can fuck off, we are poor. Our mothers told us not to get them gifts and we are actually listening. I still feel horrible about going empty-handed to either house so I'll probably make Daddy pick something up for them.
Upon leaving Wal-mart I noticed two cars eyeing me to see which way I was going so they could have my spot (I forgot to say what a good spot I found right near the door) and I turned to Daddy and said "Which one do you think will give me more money for my parking spot?" We laughed, the women in the cars must have thought we were nuts. I should have stuck around to see if they were going to fight for it.
So- no posting for me till Tuesday.
I'll probably be full of stories.
Again to all- Have a great one. Hug those you love extra tight this year.
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