A question (Don't I have a million of those???)

Call me stupid, call me slow, call me whatever you want, (just don't call me collect- ba dum bum-joke-) Anyway the question is:
Why is Wednesday called Hump Day?
I've never heard anyone explain it, I just started hearing it one day. (you know, the day I crawled out of the cave I was living in.)
Seriously, why?
Anyone who answers will get a prize...
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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-

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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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