We are all healing and doing well.
Howard went back to work Monday. He is experiencing some headaches and neck aches from whiplash. His shoulders are killing him from the stress of holding on to the steering wheel. His bruises are almost faded. His abrasions are almost completely healed. His toe is still sore, but healing.
Mackenzie went back to school on Monday but only made it until 11:30. She was just in too much pain. She did go every other day this week and is doing great. Her bruises are fading fast. Her abrasions are completely healed. She feels so good, she doesn't even want to wear her brace anymore!
Maddie's still traumatized but she doesn't cry as much, that's for sure. Her bruises are almost completely gone.
Parker is acting more normal by the day. Although, he is cutting 2+ teeth at the moment, so still pretty clingy and cranky. I know he'll be back to normal once we get back to our regular routine. His bruises are completely gone.
My bruising is fading, and I'm not nearly as sore! The huge abrasion on my chest is almost healed, but still very red and prominent. My knee still swells when I am on it a lot and my rib kills when I laugh hard, hold Parker while standing or bend over. I am doing a little too much around here, but it feels so nice to be semi normal. Pain medicine is a rarity for me these days, so that's nice.
The accident report has FINALLY been turned in, but it's still not complete, we've been assured it will be by Monday. We did finally get the kid's (he was 17) information so we could call his insurance company.
We're currently waiting on grant money from school. It's been a long, hellacious wait.
Tomorrow is Howard and mine's 11 year dating anniversary. Do you think he'll remember?
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Dear Mother in law,
I get a guilt trip the second my husband is not in the vicinity from you every time you visit. Tonight here was your main points...
-He works too hard
-You need to help him more
-School is taking a lot of out him
-You need to help him more
-You should think about getting a job
-He's so tired
-He's so stressed
Facts to respond to these guilt trips:
Yes, he works very hard. I know this. I appreciate it and tell him every chance I get. I need to help him more? Help him do what exactly? I keep our house and children clean while he's at work. I cook all the meals unless he wants to cook, and he loves to cook so that does happen occasionally. He helps when he gets home. He does dishes from dinner, and does the floors after dinner if need be. On the weekends he does heavy cleaning, yes. He LOVES to clean. It is his way to unwind. Always has been. So yeah, I don't do deep cleaning unless I need to for the most part. I'm chasing 3 kids around the house plus running errands and taking 7 people to and fro with every spare second.
Next point, yes school does take a lot out of him. But guess what? 80% of his school work that is more than 300 words, I do. And ANYTHING requiring long papers or research, I DO! So...yeah!
Oh and the job thing. Lets go there. Reasons it won't be happening, at least within the next six months...
#1 We only have one vehicle for 7 people
#2 We would have to come up with day care facilities for 3 children
#3 99% of the jobs I would find would barely cover the cost of daycare, gasoline and not to mention would put more of the burden on Howard because I'd be BEYOND exhausted when I got home from working all day and had to deal with 3 kids.
#4 My health could not handle it. My thyroid is not working properly therefore, I have NO energy. I am on strict medication for my anxiety attacks that I am still getting used to as you could tell if you looked in my bedroom after this wonderful conversation as I clawed myself into calming down.
#4.5 Oh yeah and social anxiety disorder? Look it up.
#5 You have taken care of my children. You know what they are like when I am not around and then when I come home. Don't you think it would stress out your son to see his children like that?
Not to mention, I have no desire whatsoever to work. None. I would rather be with my children, at home more then do anything in the entire world.
I know my husband is tired. We live in Texas, it's hot as hell outside and he works in it. He works long hours in shitty equipment and I appreciate every single second of it. I know he is stressed too. Our situation is not easy. He has a lot on his shoulders with work, school, family, my health issues, financial woes, my parents, his parents...I know. I do whatever I can to help him de-stress and make things easier on him as much as possible.
I know your son calls you on a daily basis. You say he calls you because he has to talk, because he's stressed and needs someone to talk to. While that may be true, I apologize that you feel that you are taking on my burdens (your words) by having to do that. However, I do not have time to be on the phone as you do, for I have children I am taking care of. I apologize if you feel that I am not being enough for your son and truth be told I'm probably not. Right now all I am trying to do is pull myself and my family out of this dark hole that we are in.
Your son loves you, Our children love you and I love you. But you need to understand that even though you know the events, you don't always know all the information about our situation.
And next time you want to criticize my wifely duties so to speak, take a look in the mirror.
Always...
-He works too hard
-You need to help him more
-School is taking a lot of out him
-You need to help him more
-You should think about getting a job
-He's so tired
-He's so stressed
Facts to respond to these guilt trips:
Yes, he works very hard. I know this. I appreciate it and tell him every chance I get. I need to help him more? Help him do what exactly? I keep our house and children clean while he's at work. I cook all the meals unless he wants to cook, and he loves to cook so that does happen occasionally. He helps when he gets home. He does dishes from dinner, and does the floors after dinner if need be. On the weekends he does heavy cleaning, yes. He LOVES to clean. It is his way to unwind. Always has been. So yeah, I don't do deep cleaning unless I need to for the most part. I'm chasing 3 kids around the house plus running errands and taking 7 people to and fro with every spare second.
Next point, yes school does take a lot out of him. But guess what? 80% of his school work that is more than 300 words, I do. And ANYTHING requiring long papers or research, I DO! So...yeah!
Oh and the job thing. Lets go there. Reasons it won't be happening, at least within the next six months...
#1 We only have one vehicle for 7 people
#2 We would have to come up with day care facilities for 3 children
#3 99% of the jobs I would find would barely cover the cost of daycare, gasoline and not to mention would put more of the burden on Howard because I'd be BEYOND exhausted when I got home from working all day and had to deal with 3 kids.
#4 My health could not handle it. My thyroid is not working properly therefore, I have NO energy. I am on strict medication for my anxiety attacks that I am still getting used to as you could tell if you looked in my bedroom after this wonderful conversation as I clawed myself into calming down.
#4.5 Oh yeah and social anxiety disorder? Look it up.
#5 You have taken care of my children. You know what they are like when I am not around and then when I come home. Don't you think it would stress out your son to see his children like that?
Not to mention, I have no desire whatsoever to work. None. I would rather be with my children, at home more then do anything in the entire world.
I know my husband is tired. We live in Texas, it's hot as hell outside and he works in it. He works long hours in shitty equipment and I appreciate every single second of it. I know he is stressed too. Our situation is not easy. He has a lot on his shoulders with work, school, family, my health issues, financial woes, my parents, his parents...I know. I do whatever I can to help him de-stress and make things easier on him as much as possible.
I know your son calls you on a daily basis. You say he calls you because he has to talk, because he's stressed and needs someone to talk to. While that may be true, I apologize that you feel that you are taking on my burdens (your words) by having to do that. However, I do not have time to be on the phone as you do, for I have children I am taking care of. I apologize if you feel that I am not being enough for your son and truth be told I'm probably not. Right now all I am trying to do is pull myself and my family out of this dark hole that we are in.
Your son loves you, Our children love you and I love you. But you need to understand that even though you know the events, you don't always know all the information about our situation.
And next time you want to criticize my wifely duties so to speak, take a look in the mirror.
Always...
Monday, May 24, 2010
Parker
Parker is 8 months old today.
He is a little over 23 pounds.
Very vocal. Says Mama, Dada, Baba, Bubba (his nick name), Grandma (GuhGuh), Nana. But he also growls, screams, squeals, growls some more, grunts very loudly, fake coughs, cracks up and so much more.
He can blow raspberries and loves to spit out his tongue and rumble his lips.
He loves his highchair, Hedwig, his musical inchworm, his jumper and his sisters. He also loves his daddy's silver chain necklace with a cross on it and my face. Yes, you read that right, my face. He grabs my ears or hair and pulls my face towards him so he can chew, suck, bite or lick my face. He loves me.
He is rolling everywhere and trying desperately to crawl but not quite getting there. He can sit up with very little support.
He wants table food something awful but I won't let him have any because he doesn't have teeth yet. Yeah I know, I'm no fun. He LOVES Gerber Banana Orange and sweet potato baby food. Now, you'll notice in the pics he's a bit orange. He was sick, I didn't force the green vegetables. He is NOT a fan.
My little man is growing up SO FAST!
A far cry from my previous post where it showed him as a swollen, red newborn, don't you think?
He is a little over 23 pounds.
Very vocal. Says Mama, Dada, Baba, Bubba (his nick name), Grandma (GuhGuh), Nana. But he also growls, screams, squeals, growls some more, grunts very loudly, fake coughs, cracks up and so much more.
He can blow raspberries and loves to spit out his tongue and rumble his lips.
He loves his highchair, Hedwig, his musical inchworm, his jumper and his sisters. He also loves his daddy's silver chain necklace with a cross on it and my face. Yes, you read that right, my face. He grabs my ears or hair and pulls my face towards him so he can chew, suck, bite or lick my face. He loves me.
He is rolling everywhere and trying desperately to crawl but not quite getting there. He can sit up with very little support.
He wants table food something awful but I won't let him have any because he doesn't have teeth yet. Yeah I know, I'm no fun. He LOVES Gerber Banana Orange and sweet potato baby food. Now, you'll notice in the pics he's a bit orange. He was sick, I didn't force the green vegetables. He is NOT a fan.
My little man is growing up SO FAST!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Ready for a birth story?
On Wednesday, the 23rd I didn't do jack crap. Seriously. Kenzie had a half day of school, Maddie and I slept in until 10:30. I spent the majority of the day on craigslist selling stuff. I hardly got up at all, but when I did it was only to use the bathroom and to make food for me and the kids.
About 2ish I had a contraction. Which was weird because I hadn't been on my feet and I had drank 2 and a half liters of water-so I was nice and hydrated. Then about 8 minutes later I had another one. And these were not painful in my abdomen at all. I felt pressure like I needed to go to the bathroom and lots of pressure in my back. I continued with 3 more contractions about 8-10 minutes apart while on the phone with Howard. He told me to call my mom and put her on standby considering he was still at work. So I called my mom and she did the typical mom thing, told me to call my doctor. I did, and about now it was 3:20ish and they asked me to come on into the office since they were still open. Okie Dokie.
So my mom and I headed to the doctor and now I remember why I always drive wherever we go together. She drives like an old lady (sorry mom, you do). Anyway, we got there and I was still contracting every 7-8 minutes. My doc checked my urine for protein and there was nothing, which made me feel a lot better. Then they checked my cervix and it was completely closed. But I was having real contractions. On another note, when he checked me, he asked me to lay on my left side afterward and my back popped so many times I almost passed out. It felt WONDERFUL!!!! He decided that he was too concerned if he let me go home that my water could break and that could come with some very serious repercussions. So he wanted to admit me.
My mom and I went downstairs and registered at the hospital. I walked because it felt wonderful compared to sitting (which EVERYONE objected to). By the time I was done with registration and walking up to Labor and Delivery (which took 12 minutes tops) I was sweating profusely. Now, I am not a sweater...ever. My shirt was soaked and it looked like I had rain coming out of my hair line onto my face. I was lovely.
Got up to Labor and Delivery and met some of the most awesomest nurses EVER! Jena, Tanya, Aubrey...they were my comic relief! I got in my room by 5 and between the hours of 5pm and 3am things went like this. Every hour Tanya'd come in give me more morphine or magnesium and try to stop the contractions that were getting closer and closer. I had a cathader put in so I wouldn't walk, they were afraid to check me because I wasn't dialiating but my bag of water was buldging. Tanya was freezing her butt off because we had the A/C cranked down so low (magnesium makes you SUPER HOT!). I was in so much pain by 3 Tanya just had to check me, and when she did, she flipped...I was dialiating. They don't want me to. Then literally they did everything they could to keep me comfortable to wait on Dr. H so he could do the surgery. Howard and I fell asleep at 4, him sitting up at my bedside. I would fall asleep and have a contraction and squeeze his hand. He'd wake up, rub my arm, my head, kiss my hand then we'd both pass out again. We did this every 3-7 minutes for 2 hours.
By 6am I was being prepped. Before I knew it I was being wheeled into surgery by Jena and Jill, the super nurse. Jill is the amazing individual who helped us get through saying goodbye to Morgan. It was comforting to have her there. They had a hard time with the spinal as always and told me that they were one try away from putting me under. I had a panic attack and Jill assured me that she would stand at the door and tell Howard a play by play if this happens and she would not leave us. I was so scared but as the first tear fell, my feet fell asleep. They got the spinal in and down I went.
The entire surgery is a blur. I remember seeing Howard, the ceiling, Howard and the ceiling again. Every time I snapped into somewhat attention I told Howard I loved him. I kept drifting in and out. Dr. H told me that I had very little scar tissue then I passed out. Then I threw up. Then I passed out again. Howard kept squeezing my hand every time I'd pass out to make sure I was still responding. I was wayyyy out of it. Finally I heard, 'here's his head' then I heard the sweetest squeakiest cry. And I was out again. I woke up to Howard telling me 8:02. I thought that was Parker's weight at first, but no it was the time of birth. Then saw a nurse holding the cutest Kenzie look alike ever. I cried then I was out again. Felt squeezing in my hand and a ton of commotion and Howard was laughing. I asked him what was up and he said, 'He's 9 pounds 15 ounces'. The commotion was caused by my Dr. H reinacting the exorcist when he heard the weight screaming, 'WHAT?!?!' as his head jerked around. Out again. Squeeze of my hand a Jill telling me they were taking Parker to the nursery to look him over. Out again. Then I heard Dr. H say, 'Kristin, Ovaries, Uterus and all look very healthy no signs of PCOS. We're starting to close up.' And I was out again. Next thing I knew my doctor was looking into my eyes telling me he was done and Parker was beautiful. Then I started shaking and couldn't stop. But I wasn't passing out anymore. I did that for a solid 45 minutes after surgery.
We didn't hear about Parker for a long time. They wouldn't let Howard go up there, my nurses kept calling about him and we heard NOTHING. Finally a doctor came down and basically just threw it at us that he's breathing but not omitting the right amount of CO2 and he needs to be placed on a ventilator and given a medicine straight to the lungs to straighten the problem out. He needs an umbilical cord IV and their nursery cannot do either of those things and he has to be sent to Dell Children's Hospital and they're already on the way to get him. I lost it. Completely lost it. Jena, my nurse came in the room in the middle of this and of course flipped out at the NICU doc. Saying she should of given us a warning, the nurses a warning and basically called her out on the audacity of keeping the family in the dark and then coming in here and shattering a woman that has just been through major surgery. I was a complete mess. I couldn't even think. Doc left, Jena stayed and continue to calm me down and helped us find out wits, our voice and figure this situation out.
We were able to call the doctor out on her terrible bedside manner with Super Nurse Jena in tow (she had some words of professional courtesy protocol that was overruled as well). And then we were able to ask questions, figure out what was going on and then the Dell transport team brought Parker down to see me before they left. They were so amazing and attentive. They answered all of our questions plus ones we didn't know we had.
I hated that he had to leave me, but I understood. It was a long morning.
The outcome was a beautiful baby boy that looks so much like his sister's it's scary.
Parker Philip
Born: September 24, 2009 at 8:02am
9 pounds 15 ounces and 20 3/4 inches long
About 2ish I had a contraction. Which was weird because I hadn't been on my feet and I had drank 2 and a half liters of water-so I was nice and hydrated. Then about 8 minutes later I had another one. And these were not painful in my abdomen at all. I felt pressure like I needed to go to the bathroom and lots of pressure in my back. I continued with 3 more contractions about 8-10 minutes apart while on the phone with Howard. He told me to call my mom and put her on standby considering he was still at work. So I called my mom and she did the typical mom thing, told me to call my doctor. I did, and about now it was 3:20ish and they asked me to come on into the office since they were still open. Okie Dokie.
So my mom and I headed to the doctor and now I remember why I always drive wherever we go together. She drives like an old lady (sorry mom, you do). Anyway, we got there and I was still contracting every 7-8 minutes. My doc checked my urine for protein and there was nothing, which made me feel a lot better. Then they checked my cervix and it was completely closed. But I was having real contractions. On another note, when he checked me, he asked me to lay on my left side afterward and my back popped so many times I almost passed out. It felt WONDERFUL!!!! He decided that he was too concerned if he let me go home that my water could break and that could come with some very serious repercussions. So he wanted to admit me.
My mom and I went downstairs and registered at the hospital. I walked because it felt wonderful compared to sitting (which EVERYONE objected to). By the time I was done with registration and walking up to Labor and Delivery (which took 12 minutes tops) I was sweating profusely. Now, I am not a sweater...ever. My shirt was soaked and it looked like I had rain coming out of my hair line onto my face. I was lovely.
Got up to Labor and Delivery and met some of the most awesomest nurses EVER! Jena, Tanya, Aubrey...they were my comic relief! I got in my room by 5 and between the hours of 5pm and 3am things went like this. Every hour Tanya'd come in give me more morphine or magnesium and try to stop the contractions that were getting closer and closer. I had a cathader put in so I wouldn't walk, they were afraid to check me because I wasn't dialiating but my bag of water was buldging. Tanya was freezing her butt off because we had the A/C cranked down so low (magnesium makes you SUPER HOT!). I was in so much pain by 3 Tanya just had to check me, and when she did, she flipped...I was dialiating. They don't want me to. Then literally they did everything they could to keep me comfortable to wait on Dr. H so he could do the surgery. Howard and I fell asleep at 4, him sitting up at my bedside. I would fall asleep and have a contraction and squeeze his hand. He'd wake up, rub my arm, my head, kiss my hand then we'd both pass out again. We did this every 3-7 minutes for 2 hours.
By 6am I was being prepped. Before I knew it I was being wheeled into surgery by Jena and Jill, the super nurse. Jill is the amazing individual who helped us get through saying goodbye to Morgan. It was comforting to have her there. They had a hard time with the spinal as always and told me that they were one try away from putting me under. I had a panic attack and Jill assured me that she would stand at the door and tell Howard a play by play if this happens and she would not leave us. I was so scared but as the first tear fell, my feet fell asleep. They got the spinal in and down I went.
The entire surgery is a blur. I remember seeing Howard, the ceiling, Howard and the ceiling again. Every time I snapped into somewhat attention I told Howard I loved him. I kept drifting in and out. Dr. H told me that I had very little scar tissue then I passed out. Then I threw up. Then I passed out again. Howard kept squeezing my hand every time I'd pass out to make sure I was still responding. I was wayyyy out of it. Finally I heard, 'here's his head' then I heard the sweetest squeakiest cry. And I was out again. I woke up to Howard telling me 8:02. I thought that was Parker's weight at first, but no it was the time of birth. Then saw a nurse holding the cutest Kenzie look alike ever. I cried then I was out again. Felt squeezing in my hand and a ton of commotion and Howard was laughing. I asked him what was up and he said, 'He's 9 pounds 15 ounces'. The commotion was caused by my Dr. H reinacting the exorcist when he heard the weight screaming, 'WHAT?!?!' as his head jerked around. Out again. Squeeze of my hand a Jill telling me they were taking Parker to the nursery to look him over. Out again. Then I heard Dr. H say, 'Kristin, Ovaries, Uterus and all look very healthy no signs of PCOS. We're starting to close up.' And I was out again. Next thing I knew my doctor was looking into my eyes telling me he was done and Parker was beautiful. Then I started shaking and couldn't stop. But I wasn't passing out anymore. I did that for a solid 45 minutes after surgery.
We didn't hear about Parker for a long time. They wouldn't let Howard go up there, my nurses kept calling about him and we heard NOTHING. Finally a doctor came down and basically just threw it at us that he's breathing but not omitting the right amount of CO2 and he needs to be placed on a ventilator and given a medicine straight to the lungs to straighten the problem out. He needs an umbilical cord IV and their nursery cannot do either of those things and he has to be sent to Dell Children's Hospital and they're already on the way to get him. I lost it. Completely lost it. Jena, my nurse came in the room in the middle of this and of course flipped out at the NICU doc. Saying she should of given us a warning, the nurses a warning and basically called her out on the audacity of keeping the family in the dark and then coming in here and shattering a woman that has just been through major surgery. I was a complete mess. I couldn't even think. Doc left, Jena stayed and continue to calm me down and helped us find out wits, our voice and figure this situation out.
We were able to call the doctor out on her terrible bedside manner with Super Nurse Jena in tow (she had some words of professional courtesy protocol that was overruled as well). And then we were able to ask questions, figure out what was going on and then the Dell transport team brought Parker down to see me before they left. They were so amazing and attentive. They answered all of our questions plus ones we didn't know we had.
I hated that he had to leave me, but I understood. It was a long morning.
The outcome was a beautiful baby boy that looks so much like his sister's it's scary.
Parker Philip
Born: September 24, 2009 at 8:02am
9 pounds 15 ounces and 20 3/4 inches long
Friday, August 21, 2009
I have officially chilled
After I was able to get some sleep that didn't involve waking myself up with myself sobbing in pain (yes, I've done that often the past few weeks) I finally feel a little bit rational.
Pregnant...rational...trust me, I'm in shock.
My brother in law, who in truth has done nothing really wrong (however annoying) will be leaving sometime Saturday. I managed to keep from actually snapping my twig at him even though everything he did bothered me at no fault of his, lol.
Along with the sleep, my husband finally was able to give me a back rub which helped immensely. After moving my parents in last weekend he was too sore to move, so it was me giving him back rubs. Then we kept going to bed so late and had a ton of school work. There were just too many obstacles in the way from my back rubs. And if you have ever been largely pregnant with sciatic nerve pain you know how important they are. Literally I had a hard time walking to the kitchen and back to sit on my bed...let ALONE sit on the couch.
Last night we went to Kenzie's school and met her new teacher. She has a very sweet teacher this year, like every other year and I know that they are going to love each other to death. Kenzie already felt comfortable around her to hug her goodbye at last nights open house. A lot of Mack's reservations have calmed and now she's a bit excited to go back to school, which makes me feel better too. The change is mostly going to be with the schedule and Maddie. Maddie is going to miss her sister so much! I'm going to miss her too, Kenzie and I have spent 98% of this summer together. I'm curious to see what Monday brings.
Pregnant...rational...trust me, I'm in shock.
My brother in law, who in truth has done nothing really wrong (however annoying) will be leaving sometime Saturday. I managed to keep from actually snapping my twig at him even though everything he did bothered me at no fault of his, lol.
Along with the sleep, my husband finally was able to give me a back rub which helped immensely. After moving my parents in last weekend he was too sore to move, so it was me giving him back rubs. Then we kept going to bed so late and had a ton of school work. There were just too many obstacles in the way from my back rubs. And if you have ever been largely pregnant with sciatic nerve pain you know how important they are. Literally I had a hard time walking to the kitchen and back to sit on my bed...let ALONE sit on the couch.
Last night we went to Kenzie's school and met her new teacher. She has a very sweet teacher this year, like every other year and I know that they are going to love each other to death. Kenzie already felt comfortable around her to hug her goodbye at last nights open house. A lot of Mack's reservations have calmed and now she's a bit excited to go back to school, which makes me feel better too. The change is mostly going to be with the schedule and Maddie. Maddie is going to miss her sister so much! I'm going to miss her too, Kenzie and I have spent 98% of this summer together. I'm curious to see what Monday brings.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Oh please
Please Jesus, Santa Claus or Hare Krishna...
GIVE ME MY HOUSE BACK!
We have not had our house to ourselves since the beginning of June.
My in laws were in town every weekend
Then my mother in law stayed for over a week
Then my parents moved in the day after she left
They moved out on Friday into their new apartment
And now my brother in law is here
My husband doesn't seem to get it, because it doesn't inconvenience him in any way. I am trying to do homework, make phone calls, watch presentations, write hard ass papers and I'M PREGNANT! And I cannot go into MY bedroom and sit on MY bed without him being in here.
I desperately need a break and I am so totally losing it. Howard mentioned him staying through the weekend and possibly another week. He will not physically be a man by the end of the weekend if we still have a houseguest.
GIVE ME MY HOUSE BACK!
We have not had our house to ourselves since the beginning of June.
My in laws were in town every weekend
Then my mother in law stayed for over a week
Then my parents moved in the day after she left
They moved out on Friday into their new apartment
And now my brother in law is here
My husband doesn't seem to get it, because it doesn't inconvenience him in any way. I am trying to do homework, make phone calls, watch presentations, write hard ass papers and I'M PREGNANT! And I cannot go into MY bedroom and sit on MY bed without him being in here.
I desperately need a break and I am so totally losing it. Howard mentioned him staying through the weekend and possibly another week. He will not physically be a man by the end of the weekend if we still have a houseguest.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
ok-finally
Alright, so the last weekend of June.
We went out of town to celebrate Howard's grandmother's 80th birthday. We left on Friday morning and drove there (took about 3 hours). We got to our hotel and got checked in (worth every cent of the $103 we paid). Howard's aunt had her grandsons (ages 10 & 7) coming into town from north Texas, and the oldest's birthday was Friday. So, we decided to have a little pizza/pool party at our hotel for him. So...off to the pool...
Punkin Pie, cheesin it up!
She LOVED the water!
She had an absolute blast! Oh and the redhead, back of the head you see here, is the birthday boy, Kristopher. Oh and the floatie thing behind Kenz...that was for Maddie and she wouldn't get in it-in the pool at least.
She was trying to give me the peace sign-my camera cut it off.
See, after bath time she got very friendly with the floatie and everyones faces got friendly with the noodle she was flaring around hitting everyone with.
Kenzie loved having that big bed all to herself. This is what she did until she passed out.
And this happened just minutes after the floatie attack. She was zonked out. I talked on the phone, watched TV, played with Kenzie and she didn't move a muscle.
The decor was really beautiful, and that giant fan you see in the corner was keeping it at a very nice temperature despite being 98 degrees that day.
Yes, my brother in law. He's special. He was not into the food at all, and Maddie would not sit still so he took it upon himself to become baby sitter. He literally watched her during the entire meal so Howard and I could eat and chat. I really love that guy.
The beautiful birthday girl. She looked so beautiful, she always does.
Shortly after 4, we headed home. We had a very nice time spending time with his family. Also, his cousin Celeste who has two beautiful boys (ages almost 3 and 1) has decided she is not going to have any more children so she took it upon herself to give us the majority of the too small outfits from her boys. The clothes are beautiful and I cried.
We went out of town to celebrate Howard's grandmother's 80th birthday. We left on Friday morning and drove there (took about 3 hours). We got to our hotel and got checked in (worth every cent of the $103 we paid). Howard's aunt had her grandsons (ages 10 & 7) coming into town from north Texas, and the oldest's birthday was Friday. So, we decided to have a little pizza/pool party at our hotel for him. So...off to the pool...
Punkin Pie, cheesin it up!
She LOVED the water!
She had an absolute blast! Oh and the redhead, back of the head you see here, is the birthday boy, Kristopher. Oh and the floatie thing behind Kenz...that was for Maddie and she wouldn't get in it-in the pool at least.
She was trying to give me the peace sign-my camera cut it off.
After fun at the pool we went back to Howard's aunt's house and had pizza and spent time with them, had a little party for Kristopher. Had a ton of pizza and finally headed back to the hotel for much needed baths and relaxing.
See, after bath time she got very friendly with the floatie and everyones faces got friendly with the noodle she was flaring around hitting everyone with.
Kenzie loved having that big bed all to herself. This is what she did until she passed out.
And this happened just minutes after the floatie attack. She was zonked out. I talked on the phone, watched TV, played with Kenzie and she didn't move a muscle.
The next day, we got up and had breakfast in the hotel (free and really great I might add!). Then we all got ready for the party ahead. We got dressed, and headed to Howard's OTHER aunt's beautiful home for the party. Their house is beautiful normally but they went all out for Grandma's 80th birthday party...see...
The decor was really beautiful, and that giant fan you see in the corner was keeping it at a very nice temperature despite being 98 degrees that day.
Yes, my brother in law. He's special. He was not into the food at all, and Maddie would not sit still so he took it upon himself to become baby sitter. He literally watched her during the entire meal so Howard and I could eat and chat. I really love that guy.
The beautiful birthday girl. She looked so beautiful, she always does.
Shortly after 4, we headed home. We had a very nice time spending time with his family. Also, his cousin Celeste who has two beautiful boys (ages almost 3 and 1) has decided she is not going to have any more children so she took it upon herself to give us the majority of the too small outfits from her boys. The clothes are beautiful and I cried.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The mother of all blog posts
Don't ask me why I haven't blogged, because I don't have an answer. I have wanted to, so finally here it goes.
On Thursday, June 18th Howard's company got us tickets to see a Triple A baseball game. We had a blast! The kids loved it (Maddie just got really tired at the end). I got to meet Howard's coworkers. We were in the shade and really did have a lot of fun. My parents came and loved it too. Maddie spent the time going from person to person including those who were not with our part. Yes, she spent half the game in the arms of Howard's bosses wife and daughter. She really liked them. Mackenzie was just fixated on the game, she loved it (that's my girl). By the end of the 4th inning my sister and her family walked right by us. Her kids actually came and sat with us for about 30 minutes. So, I got to spend some random time with my neice and nephew, which was a very unexpected surprise. By the end of the night, my hips were sore I guess from the way I was sitting. By the time we got home, we were exhausted and it was after 10, although we left at the top of the 8th. By touch my hips were so sore, and when I got home I realized why. Somehow I got a 6" bruise on my right hip and a smaller one on my left. It was sore and protruding and red and purple. Absoutely lovely. Oh and the kids are still talking about the 'ball game'.
Friday June 19th Howard and I sat in the doctor's waiting room absoutely bursting with anxious energy. We couldn't stop figiting! We were constantly texting and twittering and I needed to pee SO BAD (Having downed like 4 bottles of water in the past hour and a half). I was really sore because of my bruises from the night before. When they called us in, Howard and I literally jumped from our seats and ran back to the ultrasound room. I felt like I might throw up, literally. I finally laid down and tried to chill while Howard stood over me and refused to sit. The second the wand hit my stomach the tech asked, 'Well, do you want to know what the sex is? I can tell you my first guess right now." I was like, WHAAAAAAAA?! ALREADY?! CRAP! I was afraid to know. I just let my stomach turn and looked at Howard and made him answer her. He said yes and she said that she was pretty sure it was a boy. All the air Howard and I had in our lungs came rushing out. I told her if she was right, I was going to cry. Seconds later, she showed us another shot of a penis then the scrotum. I cried. Howard cried. She went on to keep checking other things, constantly getting shots of his family jewels calming my fears of a false result. Howard had finally sat down and was radiating testosterone when he realized how obvious it was that his son was a boy, lol. He was measuring right on at a foot long and weighing a pound. He looked wonderful. She showed us all of his organs and we got to see him dancing, opening and closing his mouth, and she even showed us a heat sensor of cord blood going back and forth while still showing me the penis (proving it's not the cord between his legs). I practically danced out of that office. We texted and twittered all our friends and called his parents first. His dad played a joke on his mom and said that it was another girl, but when she heard the truth she screamed, 'I TOLD YOU'! My mom instantly started crying with excitement. Kenzie just shrugged her shoulders and said, 'Yeah, I know'. She was so confident. Brat, lol. Maddie just said, 'YAY BABY BRUDDER!' My regular doc appointment went well. The nurses and my doctor sharing our excitement. I gained my first pound, too. I did my one hour glucose test (I had gestational diabetes with the twins, so we assumed I would have it again, so we decided to test early). I failed the first test by the way and am supposed to go in and have the 3 hour one as soon as I can get in there.
Wanna see pictures? *beware baby boy parts below*
On Thursday, June 18th Howard's company got us tickets to see a Triple A baseball game. We had a blast! The kids loved it (Maddie just got really tired at the end). I got to meet Howard's coworkers. We were in the shade and really did have a lot of fun. My parents came and loved it too. Maddie spent the time going from person to person including those who were not with our part. Yes, she spent half the game in the arms of Howard's bosses wife and daughter. She really liked them. Mackenzie was just fixated on the game, she loved it (that's my girl). By the end of the 4th inning my sister and her family walked right by us. Her kids actually came and sat with us for about 30 minutes. So, I got to spend some random time with my neice and nephew, which was a very unexpected surprise. By the end of the night, my hips were sore I guess from the way I was sitting. By the time we got home, we were exhausted and it was after 10, although we left at the top of the 8th. By touch my hips were so sore, and when I got home I realized why. Somehow I got a 6" bruise on my right hip and a smaller one on my left. It was sore and protruding and red and purple. Absoutely lovely. Oh and the kids are still talking about the 'ball game'.
Friday June 19th Howard and I sat in the doctor's waiting room absoutely bursting with anxious energy. We couldn't stop figiting! We were constantly texting and twittering and I needed to pee SO BAD (Having downed like 4 bottles of water in the past hour and a half). I was really sore because of my bruises from the night before. When they called us in, Howard and I literally jumped from our seats and ran back to the ultrasound room. I felt like I might throw up, literally. I finally laid down and tried to chill while Howard stood over me and refused to sit. The second the wand hit my stomach the tech asked, 'Well, do you want to know what the sex is? I can tell you my first guess right now." I was like, WHAAAAAAAA?! ALREADY?! CRAP! I was afraid to know. I just let my stomach turn and looked at Howard and made him answer her. He said yes and she said that she was pretty sure it was a boy. All the air Howard and I had in our lungs came rushing out. I told her if she was right, I was going to cry. Seconds later, she showed us another shot of a penis then the scrotum. I cried. Howard cried. She went on to keep checking other things, constantly getting shots of his family jewels calming my fears of a false result. Howard had finally sat down and was radiating testosterone when he realized how obvious it was that his son was a boy, lol. He was measuring right on at a foot long and weighing a pound. He looked wonderful. She showed us all of his organs and we got to see him dancing, opening and closing his mouth, and she even showed us a heat sensor of cord blood going back and forth while still showing me the penis (proving it's not the cord between his legs). I practically danced out of that office. We texted and twittered all our friends and called his parents first. His dad played a joke on his mom and said that it was another girl, but when she heard the truth she screamed, 'I TOLD YOU'! My mom instantly started crying with excitement. Kenzie just shrugged her shoulders and said, 'Yeah, I know'. She was so confident. Brat, lol. Maddie just said, 'YAY BABY BRUDDER!' My regular doc appointment went well. The nurses and my doctor sharing our excitement. I gained my first pound, too. I did my one hour glucose test (I had gestational diabetes with the twins, so we assumed I would have it again, so we decided to test early). I failed the first test by the way and am supposed to go in and have the 3 hour one as soon as I can get in there.
Wanna see pictures? *beware baby boy parts below*
This is the first shot she got, I see why she knew it was a boy lol
Here's a shot of the front of his face with his hand under his head.
And here's a picture of his foot and toes.
Here's a shot of the front of his face with his hand under his head.
And here's a picture of his foot and toes.
So yeah, we're having a boy and finally it is starting to set in. We could not be more excited!
Everyone has asked about names. Only my mother in law has said that she didn't like it but if she had it her way our kids would of been named Linda, Dorothy and Howard III. Not that I have anything against those names, but um. no.
Anyway, his name is going to be Parker Philip West. PP...PPW...PW...I know. Everyone has said that, but that still doesn't take away with how much we love the name. It has made me second guess it a bit though, but oh well. Howard came up with Parker, and I love that for a first name. Philip is my Grandfather's name and he's almost 90, doesn't look at day over 60. I hope and pray that I have health as good as he does at 90 when I'm 50!
So, that exciting end of that week was followed by a busy, but great weekend and last week. We have sent in an amended version of our taxes to the IRS which will result in another refund. SCORE, THANKS RENEE! We finally got my grant money from school which we were able to use for some stuff we needed, including some maternity clothes for me that I have to return because they are ALL TOO BIG!! We are going through all of the pink clothes we have and are preparing to ebay it up.
Last weekend was amazing...we went out of town and I took a ton of pictures. However, I think I'm going to end this one for now.
Everyone has asked about names. Only my mother in law has said that she didn't like it but if she had it her way our kids would of been named Linda, Dorothy and Howard III. Not that I have anything against those names, but um. no.
Anyway, his name is going to be Parker Philip West. PP...PPW...PW...I know. Everyone has said that, but that still doesn't take away with how much we love the name. It has made me second guess it a bit though, but oh well. Howard came up with Parker, and I love that for a first name. Philip is my Grandfather's name and he's almost 90, doesn't look at day over 60. I hope and pray that I have health as good as he does at 90 when I'm 50!
So, that exciting end of that week was followed by a busy, but great weekend and last week. We have sent in an amended version of our taxes to the IRS which will result in another refund. SCORE, THANKS RENEE! We finally got my grant money from school which we were able to use for some stuff we needed, including some maternity clothes for me that I have to return because they are ALL TOO BIG!! We are going through all of the pink clothes we have and are preparing to ebay it up.
Last weekend was amazing...we went out of town and I took a ton of pictures. However, I think I'm going to end this one for now.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
One of those moments
Howard comes in the bedroom chuckling the other day, so I inquire why.
Here's a convo between him and our oldest:
M: I wish my room was closer to you and Mommy's
H: No you don't
M: Yes I do! It's on the other end of the house
(Mind you there's only like 1500 sq ft in this house lol)
H: No, trust me, you don't
M: WHY?
H: Because we're loud
(at this point I gawk at him, hit him in the shoulder and say, HOWARD! OMG! He continues...giggling...)
M: How are you loud?
H: We just are. We stay up late, we watch TV and we giggle...a lot.
(I am red faced laughing at this point, as is he)
M: Oh yeah, you guys would keep me up. Ehh ok.
Oh what it would be like to be 8 again.
Here's a convo between him and our oldest:
M: I wish my room was closer to you and Mommy's
H: No you don't
M: Yes I do! It's on the other end of the house
(Mind you there's only like 1500 sq ft in this house lol)
H: No, trust me, you don't
M: WHY?
H: Because we're loud
(at this point I gawk at him, hit him in the shoulder and say, HOWARD! OMG! He continues...giggling...)
M: How are you loud?
H: We just are. We stay up late, we watch TV and we giggle...a lot.
(I am red faced laughing at this point, as is he)
M: Oh yeah, you guys would keep me up. Ehh ok.
Oh what it would be like to be 8 again.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Dads
Howard spent all weekend with the girls. Literally I didn't see him for hours on Saturday because he turned our office into a fort and the girls and him stayed in there, had lunch, colored, made phone calls to grandparents and much more. They had a blast. The girls really needed some daddy time.
This morning I got a phone call that pulled me out of my half conscious sleeping stupor from my mom. My dad FINALLY agreed to go to the hospital. He is always in pain, but will never see a doctor because he is in denial that his melanoma has come back, he has Alzheimer tendencies and he has really bad emphysema. The hospital immediately freaked because his blood pressure was 210/110. They gave him a shot for it then took him for a chest x-ray because he was wheezing constantly. As we've told him, they said that he should be on 100% oxygen all the time and taking breathing treatments for the emphysema. He has a bad bronchitis because of it so they gave him some steroids and antibiotics for that including a rescue inhaler. They also gave him a big shot of morphine for pain and a prescription for pain killers. The mans stubbornness annoys me to no end. We have done everything but tie him up and drag him to a doctor.
Anyone have any rope I can borrow?
This morning I got a phone call that pulled me out of my half conscious sleeping stupor from my mom. My dad FINALLY agreed to go to the hospital. He is always in pain, but will never see a doctor because he is in denial that his melanoma has come back, he has Alzheimer tendencies and he has really bad emphysema. The hospital immediately freaked because his blood pressure was 210/110. They gave him a shot for it then took him for a chest x-ray because he was wheezing constantly. As we've told him, they said that he should be on 100% oxygen all the time and taking breathing treatments for the emphysema. He has a bad bronchitis because of it so they gave him some steroids and antibiotics for that including a rescue inhaler. They also gave him a big shot of morphine for pain and a prescription for pain killers. The mans stubbornness annoys me to no end. We have done everything but tie him up and drag him to a doctor.
Anyone have any rope I can borrow?
Friday, June 5, 2009
so proud
Today is Kenzie's last day of school as a 2nd grader. *tear* She got all emotional on the way to school ((she is sooooooooooo PMSing!)).
Oh and my hubby asked me to make him a blog. After the initial bug eyes calmed down...I made him a blog. *tear* so proud (omg I'm a DORK!)
Bubba's Blog
Oh and my hubby asked me to make him a blog. After the initial bug eyes calmed down...I made him a blog. *tear* so proud (omg I'm a DORK!)
Bubba's Blog
Thursday, May 21, 2009
NEW and improving
These past few weeks have been completely nuts. I have to break it down into categories to describe it...that's even scarier.
Peanut- 17 weeks today (measuring at over 20 weeks--BIG BABY) Had an OB appointment yesterday. Still no weight gain. Baby's heart beat was 126 (the lowest ANY of my kids have ever had- so I was a bit concerned. Doc said it's perfectly normal and healthy oh and he was asleep). I have been feeling him move now for a few weeks, getting stronger by the day. I had a bit more bleeding about a week and a half ago, so random. My family is on me constantly because of the stress I'm under (I'll get to that later) and not taking it easy enough, but I'm trying! Gender Ultrasound is 6/19. My doc is a little concerned with some minor swelling (had toxemia with Kenzie). Also, he wants to check me for gestational diabetes early to make sure we take proper precautions early on, so that'll be done on the 19th as well. NONE of my clothes fit, still don't have maternity clothes but I'm making it, barely lol. Abnormal cravings for OJ, usually I can't drink it (upsets my stomach) but I can't get enough of it right now.
Kenzie- She's been promoted to the 3rd grade. 2 weeks left of school. She is letting her hair grow out, which makes her look so scruffy. I keep telling her we have to get it trimmed and thinned out to keep it growing. I intend on doing that soon. I really think I need to get her tested for ADD. The older she gets, the more signs I see. Has had some major grounding issues and had a lot of privlages taken away, which I want to cave and give it all back. However, the punishment is working for the problems we're having so we're going to keep at it. Every 5 days if we go through without incident then she gets a privlage back. Work in progress, lol.
Maddie- Atttiude. wow. She is just everywhere. Her meltdowns are epic, we have been using time out more and more lately. BUT IT WORKS! She got sick last week and ended up with a double ear infection and a viral infection. All seems well now. She weighed 31 pounds at the doctor. She is so damn skinny but tall-too tall! We have been working on shapes, colors (she sometimes gets them messed up) and counting. She knows 7 shapes, all colors and can count to 14. We're headed for the ABC's and the potty next. Wish me luck on that.
Howard- been working his butt off. Job still sucks, but at least he has one. He has applied for a bunch of different opportunities that are really great and would fit him well (and would be a nice fitting for our bank account). He is still optimistic about hearing from them, but in this day and age, it's so hard to get a job because everyone, their brother and second cousin twice removed is looking too. He's getting sick right now, because of me. Hopefully it'll blow over soon.
Speaking of being sick, this weekend I started with allergies then ended up with an upper respiratory infection. Still nursing that, ick. Can't take much (nor do I like to for that matter) so treatment has gone s-l-o-w.
I seriously just blanked out for five minutes. Anyhoo- School has been my main stresser lately. My last two classes kicked my butt. They were hard, I was worried about the baby and my health during the hardest times of the class and it really showed in my grade. I definitely lost my 4.0 these two classes, but I'm still passing so I'm grateful for that. I have been accused of...well basically cheating by one of those professors even though the class is over. He says that another student used the same reference material as I did on a project (which I have never spoken to any of my classmates outside the classroom) so I am facing a hearing from the academic ethics committee. Yeah, looking forward to that. So that just adds to the stress pile. I love my two new classes, although one teacher and I have already had a little rift, I still love the classes. Well...strike that. Love one class, love the other classes instructor. I hate communictions classes, thank God this is my last one! So I am hoping that this ethics committee thing goes down in my favor and they don't decide to kick me out of school or something. I was also asked by a member of the committee if I wanted to be counted as a disabled student because of my high risk pregnancy. I don't know what that all entails so I haven't said yes or no. Once I speak to Renee, I will decide on that. If the committee thinks it's necessary then I'll do it for sure and I don't think they would of recommended it otherwise. Also, it may just be the responsible thing to do.
Woah, did anyone just feel that? I think the growl from my stomach just caused a minor earth quake.
Alright, now that I have typed my nails off let me close with this, as you can see I am attemping to beautify my blog. I am very excited about this, and have been wanting to FOREVER. So, stay tuned.
Peanut- 17 weeks today (measuring at over 20 weeks--BIG BABY) Had an OB appointment yesterday. Still no weight gain. Baby's heart beat was 126 (the lowest ANY of my kids have ever had- so I was a bit concerned. Doc said it's perfectly normal and healthy oh and he was asleep). I have been feeling him move now for a few weeks, getting stronger by the day. I had a bit more bleeding about a week and a half ago, so random. My family is on me constantly because of the stress I'm under (I'll get to that later) and not taking it easy enough, but I'm trying! Gender Ultrasound is 6/19. My doc is a little concerned with some minor swelling (had toxemia with Kenzie). Also, he wants to check me for gestational diabetes early to make sure we take proper precautions early on, so that'll be done on the 19th as well. NONE of my clothes fit, still don't have maternity clothes but I'm making it, barely lol. Abnormal cravings for OJ, usually I can't drink it (upsets my stomach) but I can't get enough of it right now.
Kenzie- She's been promoted to the 3rd grade. 2 weeks left of school. She is letting her hair grow out, which makes her look so scruffy. I keep telling her we have to get it trimmed and thinned out to keep it growing. I intend on doing that soon. I really think I need to get her tested for ADD. The older she gets, the more signs I see. Has had some major grounding issues and had a lot of privlages taken away, which I want to cave and give it all back. However, the punishment is working for the problems we're having so we're going to keep at it. Every 5 days if we go through without incident then she gets a privlage back. Work in progress, lol.
Maddie- Atttiude. wow. She is just everywhere. Her meltdowns are epic, we have been using time out more and more lately. BUT IT WORKS! She got sick last week and ended up with a double ear infection and a viral infection. All seems well now. She weighed 31 pounds at the doctor. She is so damn skinny but tall-too tall! We have been working on shapes, colors (she sometimes gets them messed up) and counting. She knows 7 shapes, all colors and can count to 14. We're headed for the ABC's and the potty next. Wish me luck on that.
Howard- been working his butt off. Job still sucks, but at least he has one. He has applied for a bunch of different opportunities that are really great and would fit him well (and would be a nice fitting for our bank account). He is still optimistic about hearing from them, but in this day and age, it's so hard to get a job because everyone, their brother and second cousin twice removed is looking too. He's getting sick right now, because of me. Hopefully it'll blow over soon.
Speaking of being sick, this weekend I started with allergies then ended up with an upper respiratory infection. Still nursing that, ick. Can't take much (nor do I like to for that matter) so treatment has gone s-l-o-w.
I seriously just blanked out for five minutes. Anyhoo- School has been my main stresser lately. My last two classes kicked my butt. They were hard, I was worried about the baby and my health during the hardest times of the class and it really showed in my grade. I definitely lost my 4.0 these two classes, but I'm still passing so I'm grateful for that. I have been accused of...well basically cheating by one of those professors even though the class is over. He says that another student used the same reference material as I did on a project (which I have never spoken to any of my classmates outside the classroom) so I am facing a hearing from the academic ethics committee. Yeah, looking forward to that. So that just adds to the stress pile. I love my two new classes, although one teacher and I have already had a little rift, I still love the classes. Well...strike that. Love one class, love the other classes instructor. I hate communictions classes, thank God this is my last one! So I am hoping that this ethics committee thing goes down in my favor and they don't decide to kick me out of school or something. I was also asked by a member of the committee if I wanted to be counted as a disabled student because of my high risk pregnancy. I don't know what that all entails so I haven't said yes or no. Once I speak to Renee, I will decide on that. If the committee thinks it's necessary then I'll do it for sure and I don't think they would of recommended it otherwise. Also, it may just be the responsible thing to do.
Woah, did anyone just feel that? I think the growl from my stomach just caused a minor earth quake.
Alright, now that I have typed my nails off let me close with this, as you can see I am attemping to beautify my blog. I am very excited about this, and have been wanting to FOREVER. So, stay tuned.
Friday, May 1, 2009
busy busy busy
I am no longer bleeding. So, I am off of bed rest, officially for the past week. I'm supposed to take it easy (which I have, to an extent) but at least I am not confined to the bed. I went to the grocery store for the first time in almost a month and by the time we were done I felt like my feet were going to fall off, lol.
I would like to say I am feeling so much better but the truth is that isn't the case. Truth be told I am HAPPIER...but not necessarily 'better'. I am still having morning sickness although it is not every day, like it usually was the past few weeks so that's promising. I am starting to actually look pregnant, and I'm not sure how I feel about that, lol. I mean I think pregnant women are beautiful but I haven't bought any maternity clothes yet so I'm kinda in between sizes phase and I have very little to wear. Fun times.
Speaking of nothing to wear...this weekend my BFF's having her baby shower for her 2nd son. I cannot wait to go! I haven't bought her gift yet, I wanted to get her something substantial off of her registry list and wanted to wait a bit and see the other things that have been purchased. Also this weekend (Sunday to be exact) our dear friend (and counselor extrodinare) Renee is getting married. We are really looking forward to her wedding and are so glad she invited us (Thanks Renee!!).
Last Sunday I got to finally go back to church. I must of cried 4 times in those 2 hours. I really missed church. It was an enriching service and I felt so at peace when I left.
Hmm, I just randomly found another sticker on my laptop that I had never taken off. Odd. Anyway...You can see where my attention span is these days. I have none. :)
I would like to say I am feeling so much better but the truth is that isn't the case. Truth be told I am HAPPIER...but not necessarily 'better'. I am still having morning sickness although it is not every day, like it usually was the past few weeks so that's promising. I am starting to actually look pregnant, and I'm not sure how I feel about that, lol. I mean I think pregnant women are beautiful but I haven't bought any maternity clothes yet so I'm kinda in between sizes phase and I have very little to wear. Fun times.
Speaking of nothing to wear...this weekend my BFF's having her baby shower for her 2nd son. I cannot wait to go! I haven't bought her gift yet, I wanted to get her something substantial off of her registry list and wanted to wait a bit and see the other things that have been purchased. Also this weekend (Sunday to be exact) our dear friend (and counselor extrodinare) Renee is getting married. We are really looking forward to her wedding and are so glad she invited us (Thanks Renee!!).
Last Sunday I got to finally go back to church. I must of cried 4 times in those 2 hours. I really missed church. It was an enriching service and I felt so at peace when I left.
Hmm, I just randomly found another sticker on my laptop that I had never taken off. Odd. Anyway...You can see where my attention span is these days. I have none. :)
Monday, March 9, 2009
And so it begins
A very busy week and a new...development.
Kenzie's sleepover went great. She came home, exhausted and an absolute mess with a paper bag full of candy, a weird blow up animal and a kite. She called about 3 times while she was there, but did very well.
I am pretty certain that no one from my actual family reads this so I am going to go ahead and blurt this out...
These past few weeks have been very hectic, as you can tell. This past week I have been having a lot of stomach issues. Constantly feeling like I may throw up at any second, lots of heartburn, ect. Not pretty. So, with this going on my husband asks me when AF came for a visit last. Um. January 15th I believe. It is not abnormal for me to be super late or not have a period at all. Hence why we struggled with infertility for three years then got pregnant with twins when we decided to stop trying. I have a loopy cycle and always have. Howard was convinced without a doubt that I was pregnant. I thought he was nuts, truly. He told my mother about his suspicions and on Saturday when I went to my parents house, she handed me a pregnancy test. I rolled my eyes and reminded them about my cycle and the stress I've been under, and they just stood there lookin' all smug.
Sunday morning I slept in...big time! I slept through my alarm and missed church and totally was still passed out at 11am!!!! That is really not like me, at all! Maddie was still passed out, but she went to bed after midnight, so that didn't shock me. What did shock me is my husband getting up and setting up the pregnancy test for me, then waking me up completely and telling me to test. I was truly annoyed.
No sooner did I take the test and set it on the counter when the first line got dark and fast. Then the test correction line lit up, much lighter then the other line. Woah, wait...2 lines?! I almost ripped the bathroom door of it's hinges and screamed, 'THERE'S 2 LINES!! I'M PREGNANT!' Howard just smiled. I jumped on the bed holding the test pratically shoving it in his face thinking I am absoutely nuts. Nope, not nuts. Pregnant. After calling my Mom, my 2 BFF's my husband made me recall every symptom I've had and for how long.
-Nausea
-Heartburn
-Indegestion
-Swollen...chest
-My body shape has changed, like huge! I've thinned out around the ribs and waist and am fuller on my hips (God help me)
-REALLY sensitive skin
-Creepy grow a lot nails
-Weird hair condition
-Like major sleep issues (I want to nap every second and I am sleeping so much harder then usual)
Holy crap a batman, I'm pregnant.
So, all day Sunday my husband ran around with a grin on his face like an evil little boy and did happy dances singing, 'Go me, Go me'. Seems someone was trying without me. He's ecstatic. My parents, of course were nothing but excited and supportive. Kenzie is so beyond happy! She hugged me and cried. Maddie just looked at me and said, 'No'. Typical. Howard's parents did the typical. Said it better be a boy and didn't share any excitement. Not surprised at their reaction at all though.
So today at 10am I'm going in as a walk in to a doc and getting it confirmed. According to the due date calculators and things like that on the net, I am due right before Halloween and I am almost 7 weeks pregnant. For the chinease gender predicition charts, I was right in the middle of a boy and a girl month so I have no idea (and I do believe in these because so far it has been completely accurate for my pregnancies).
Oh and if you are wondering about why I said the thing about my family ^ there. Well, none of them know. Just my parents and Howard's parents.
So yeah, I'm pregnant. My week just got more hectic, ha!
Kenzie's sleepover went great. She came home, exhausted and an absolute mess with a paper bag full of candy, a weird blow up animal and a kite. She called about 3 times while she was there, but did very well.
I am pretty certain that no one from my actual family reads this so I am going to go ahead and blurt this out...
These past few weeks have been very hectic, as you can tell. This past week I have been having a lot of stomach issues. Constantly feeling like I may throw up at any second, lots of heartburn, ect. Not pretty. So, with this going on my husband asks me when AF came for a visit last. Um. January 15th I believe. It is not abnormal for me to be super late or not have a period at all. Hence why we struggled with infertility for three years then got pregnant with twins when we decided to stop trying. I have a loopy cycle and always have. Howard was convinced without a doubt that I was pregnant. I thought he was nuts, truly. He told my mother about his suspicions and on Saturday when I went to my parents house, she handed me a pregnancy test. I rolled my eyes and reminded them about my cycle and the stress I've been under, and they just stood there lookin' all smug.
Sunday morning I slept in...big time! I slept through my alarm and missed church and totally was still passed out at 11am!!!! That is really not like me, at all! Maddie was still passed out, but she went to bed after midnight, so that didn't shock me. What did shock me is my husband getting up and setting up the pregnancy test for me, then waking me up completely and telling me to test. I was truly annoyed.
No sooner did I take the test and set it on the counter when the first line got dark and fast. Then the test correction line lit up, much lighter then the other line. Woah, wait...2 lines?! I almost ripped the bathroom door of it's hinges and screamed, 'THERE'S 2 LINES!! I'M PREGNANT!' Howard just smiled. I jumped on the bed holding the test pratically shoving it in his face thinking I am absoutely nuts. Nope, not nuts. Pregnant. After calling my Mom, my 2 BFF's my husband made me recall every symptom I've had and for how long.
-Nausea
-Heartburn
-Indegestion
-Swollen...chest
-My body shape has changed, like huge! I've thinned out around the ribs and waist and am fuller on my hips (God help me)
-REALLY sensitive skin
-Creepy grow a lot nails
-Weird hair condition
-Like major sleep issues (I want to nap every second and I am sleeping so much harder then usual)
Holy crap a batman, I'm pregnant.
So, all day Sunday my husband ran around with a grin on his face like an evil little boy and did happy dances singing, 'Go me, Go me'. Seems someone was trying without me. He's ecstatic. My parents, of course were nothing but excited and supportive. Kenzie is so beyond happy! She hugged me and cried. Maddie just looked at me and said, 'No'. Typical. Howard's parents did the typical. Said it better be a boy and didn't share any excitement. Not surprised at their reaction at all though.
So today at 10am I'm going in as a walk in to a doc and getting it confirmed. According to the due date calculators and things like that on the net, I am due right before Halloween and I am almost 7 weeks pregnant. For the chinease gender predicition charts, I was right in the middle of a boy and a girl month so I have no idea (and I do believe in these because so far it has been completely accurate for my pregnancies).
Oh and if you are wondering about why I said the thing about my family ^ there. Well, none of them know. Just my parents and Howard's parents.
So yeah, I'm pregnant. My week just got more hectic, ha!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Buzz...
I'm going to start out with the update, no updates. I really don't have anything to update on. I still haven't heard about the job, but it's been a week yesterday so I'm just trying to be patient.
Speaking of Jobs, Howard's sucks. Don't get me wrong it's one of the easiest jobs on earth but the company is failing. There is also a moral issue Howard is dealing with considering he just found out that 5 of the current employees are leaving the company within the next 2 weeks because of a raise freeze or a change in their employment (such as having to now pay for health insurance and getting dropped from salary to hourly pay). Also, he figured out that his boss is profit sharing which is illegal.
I am done with my second class, and I haven't relieved my final grade yet so I'm anxious about that. I started 2 classes on Monday. I'm a little overwhelmed but I think once I get organized I'll be ok.
The next few weeks are going to be so hectic! We have birthday parties, school projects, countless assignments, field trips, appointments, sleepovers, court dates and an hour loss of sleep per night to boot.
Just this week alone (Wednesday-Saturday) we have a school project, 4 assignments for me, 4 assignments for Howard and a sleepover. Don't even get me started on next week!
Speaking of Jobs, Howard's sucks. Don't get me wrong it's one of the easiest jobs on earth but the company is failing. There is also a moral issue Howard is dealing with considering he just found out that 5 of the current employees are leaving the company within the next 2 weeks because of a raise freeze or a change in their employment (such as having to now pay for health insurance and getting dropped from salary to hourly pay). Also, he figured out that his boss is profit sharing which is illegal.
I am done with my second class, and I haven't relieved my final grade yet so I'm anxious about that. I started 2 classes on Monday. I'm a little overwhelmed but I think once I get organized I'll be ok.
The next few weeks are going to be so hectic! We have birthday parties, school projects, countless assignments, field trips, appointments, sleepovers, court dates and an hour loss of sleep per night to boot.
Just this week alone (Wednesday-Saturday) we have a school project, 4 assignments for me, 4 assignments for Howard and a sleepover. Don't even get me started on next week!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Why do I jinx myself?
I always do it. And I mean ALWAYS.
I say one thing then something (usually beyond my control) proves otherwise and makes me look like a fool (um, newsflash, you do that all on your own K!)
Anyhoo-
Today I finally got around to watching this weeks episode of Big Love (I *heart* HBO). Well, from the moment I saw Sarah and Bill talking in the car about going on a dad/daughter date night I got teary. Then Margine's mom blew away and I cried. Then the whole 'finding birth control pills' scene got me crying as well. I actually wanted to hug Nicki when she admitted that they were hers. I shed a tear for Bill as he tried to find God in a heavenly place known to Mormons. Then when Sarah lost the baby. I lost it. All control. I mean all out SOBBING! Then seeing her parents hug her and support her through her loss, oh I was done for. I cried at least 15 minutes after the show was over.
I'm sitting on the couch, knowing I need to go wake up Maddie so we can go get Kenzie from school and I feel wiped. I mean like every ounce of energy that I had came out in those tears. I didn't even have the strength to get up from the couch. Then, I heard a little voice say, 'Mommmmmmmmmmie!' So of course I get up, put on a genuine smile (which is not hard to do when you're looking at your children) and go get her. We head off to go get Kenzie. As I was sitting at a stop light I twittered about my big cry to my good friend Kimm. She then told me that she has those moments too and like and said she was sorry that I was having a bad day. I contradicted her and said, I'm actually having a great day, good week and a pretty good month at that.
Her school is about 4 miles from our house. I'm about blocks from her school when I see a woman with platinum blonde hair and Chanel sunglasses that is holding 3 leashes. 2 for her rather large and fluffy dogs and the other for her bright green parrot. No, I was not high. I swear.
Half a block later, I hear a ding on my dash and I look down. My temperature gage is all the way on high and my water temp alarm is going off. Seriously?! (mind you it was 85 degrees here today and humid...wow!) Anyway, I pull into the parent pickup line, roll down the windows and immediately cut the motor. I call Howard and tell him to get himself to the school like now. He tells me to get out of line as soon as I can, go park and pick up Kenzie. Great, ok.
So I do that, and I walk up and the snooty teacher who has known me for five years, and knows my car just broke down tells me that she will not release my child to me even though she is holding my hand. She says I need to walk around the school and pick her up in the office. Thanks Ms. Jackass, I'll say a prayer for your inconsideration and unkindness tonight. Anyway, So I walk around the school holding a screaming toddler, wade through a ton of children and finally get my daughter. Howard passes us as we are walking back to the van. We find a compassionate neighbor and he lets us use his hose and gives his 2 cents. {{by the way dude, you were right!}}
We are able to get back to the house with no action once so ever with the mom mobile. Howard does an inspection and sees that it's the water pump and thermostat. Luckilly it wasn't very expensive. Score!
So we are working this situation out when Howard brings up that I was called in to work in the church nursery tonight. Crap. We do not have a car that can make it that distance so I can get there. I feel horrible, but what can I do?! Howard gave me this whole schpeal on how I should be true to my word and my responsibility to the church (which I do take very seriously). So, he wants me to take either one of two vehicles one with no brakes and the other with a huge battery problem that are not supposed to be driven more then 10 miles...oh with both of our children too. Nice, huh? I let him have it. How dare he try to make me feel guilty on something I was trying to do out of the goodness of my heart and I have no means of doing it right now. I mean, I was ANGRY! He of course apologized, and I called the church and explained. I felt horrible, but I did not have a choice in the matter.
So, now it is almost midnight and I am exhausted. Kids are asleep, and husband is half asleep. Which by the way I now have a new water pump, thermostat and got my oil changed by the guilt tripper. Which he did apologize for profusely by the way. Still. Butthole.
Moral of the story: Quit saying things are good, when they can always go wrong. That applies to EVERY aspect of my life. Not just cars. Kids too. But that's a whole 'nother entry.
I say one thing then something (usually beyond my control) proves otherwise and makes me look like a fool (um, newsflash, you do that all on your own K!)
Anyhoo-
Today I finally got around to watching this weeks episode of Big Love (I *heart* HBO). Well, from the moment I saw Sarah and Bill talking in the car about going on a dad/daughter date night I got teary. Then Margine's mom blew away and I cried. Then the whole 'finding birth control pills' scene got me crying as well. I actually wanted to hug Nicki when she admitted that they were hers. I shed a tear for Bill as he tried to find God in a heavenly place known to Mormons. Then when Sarah lost the baby. I lost it. All control. I mean all out SOBBING! Then seeing her parents hug her and support her through her loss, oh I was done for. I cried at least 15 minutes after the show was over.
I'm sitting on the couch, knowing I need to go wake up Maddie so we can go get Kenzie from school and I feel wiped. I mean like every ounce of energy that I had came out in those tears. I didn't even have the strength to get up from the couch. Then, I heard a little voice say, 'Mommmmmmmmmmie!' So of course I get up, put on a genuine smile (which is not hard to do when you're looking at your children) and go get her. We head off to go get Kenzie. As I was sitting at a stop light I twittered about my big cry to my good friend Kimm. She then told me that she has those moments too and like and said she was sorry that I was having a bad day. I contradicted her and said, I'm actually having a great day, good week and a pretty good month at that.
Her school is about 4 miles from our house. I'm about blocks from her school when I see a woman with platinum blonde hair and Chanel sunglasses that is holding 3 leashes. 2 for her rather large and fluffy dogs and the other for her bright green parrot. No, I was not high. I swear.
Half a block later, I hear a ding on my dash and I look down. My temperature gage is all the way on high and my water temp alarm is going off. Seriously?! (mind you it was 85 degrees here today and humid...wow!) Anyway, I pull into the parent pickup line, roll down the windows and immediately cut the motor. I call Howard and tell him to get himself to the school like now. He tells me to get out of line as soon as I can, go park and pick up Kenzie. Great, ok.
So I do that, and I walk up and the snooty teacher who has known me for five years, and knows my car just broke down tells me that she will not release my child to me even though she is holding my hand. She says I need to walk around the school and pick her up in the office. Thanks Ms. Jackass, I'll say a prayer for your inconsideration and unkindness tonight. Anyway, So I walk around the school holding a screaming toddler, wade through a ton of children and finally get my daughter. Howard passes us as we are walking back to the van. We find a compassionate neighbor and he lets us use his hose and gives his 2 cents. {{by the way dude, you were right!}}
We are able to get back to the house with no action once so ever with the mom mobile. Howard does an inspection and sees that it's the water pump and thermostat. Luckilly it wasn't very expensive. Score!
So we are working this situation out when Howard brings up that I was called in to work in the church nursery tonight. Crap. We do not have a car that can make it that distance so I can get there. I feel horrible, but what can I do?! Howard gave me this whole schpeal on how I should be true to my word and my responsibility to the church (which I do take very seriously). So, he wants me to take either one of two vehicles one with no brakes and the other with a huge battery problem that are not supposed to be driven more then 10 miles...oh with both of our children too. Nice, huh? I let him have it. How dare he try to make me feel guilty on something I was trying to do out of the goodness of my heart and I have no means of doing it right now. I mean, I was ANGRY! He of course apologized, and I called the church and explained. I felt horrible, but I did not have a choice in the matter.
So, now it is almost midnight and I am exhausted. Kids are asleep, and husband is half asleep. Which by the way I now have a new water pump, thermostat and got my oil changed by the guilt tripper. Which he did apologize for profusely by the way. Still. Butthole.
Moral of the story: Quit saying things are good, when they can always go wrong. That applies to EVERY aspect of my life. Not just cars. Kids too. But that's a whole 'nother entry.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Overwhelmed
Ok so I got all my assignments done and turned in no problem. Presentation is still not done and it's due Sunday. To be honest I haven't even opened it in two weeks!
Today I had the written exam for the positions that I applied for at the Police Department. I did the written exam and got a 96.8 on it. It took about 2 1/2 hours to do it, so my brain was on hyper drive. Then they decided to tell us all that if we want to continue the process we needed to go with them and take the Computer/field knowledge test. I got a 94.77 on that, oh and it also took 2 hours. THEN I had to shadow a Telecommunications Operator which so happens that I got to shadow who will be my boss if I get the job. She was awesome and taught me a lot in the 2 1/2 hours I was with her.
So, when I was supposed to be back by 11am...I didn't end up getting to my moms to pick up my kids until 3:30!!!
When I got there I thought my brain was going to outright explode. Such a huge amount of information to soak in such a short duration.
Once I got to my moms Kenzie went outside to play with her BFF while I talked to my parents about the job and half assed watched Oprah's Oscar After Party. When it was time to leave, I walked outside to get Kenzie. She wasn't there. She is normally allowed to go across the small parking lot to the gazebo because it's in direct line with my parents apartment. No Kenzie, no BFF. I look at the park, no Kenzie, no BFF. I call BFF's mom, she had no idea where they were so of course she starts panicking too. Both my parents, myself and Vickie (Bff's mom) start looking for them, calling their names trying to find them. Low and behold they were behind the apartment office sitting in an alcove where a coke machine is. Those girls are so beyond grounded I cannot even tell you.
We got home and came to our apartment office to sign our lease and the management apparently clocked out early without doing anything, saying anything or having the courtesy to call even though WE HAD AN APPOINTMENT! We sat outside for half an hour waiting. No show.
Once we all got home, after 5pm, Howard started homework with Mackenzie. Maddie was so happy to have TV she was hypmotized and I started to get together all the paper work I needed, trying to get a free credit report, trying to get my hands on a transcript and then holding Maddie because she was getting hungry. That was all done by almost 7. By the end of that my nose started to bleed. I was getting overwhelmed with everything and literally felt my blood pressure rise.
Then Howard got a HORRIBLE grade for an assignment that he AND I spent 3 HOURS DOING! I helped him and worked my ass off and he got a horrible grade. I felt terrible and started to cry. So now I am crying, bleeding, nose is running...I am such a mess.
I finally calm down, feed my family and no sooner does Maddie get out of her high chair then she falls and hits her cheek hard. It starts to swell and hear come the tears. Both of ours.
Now the kids are quiet and I'm about to do some cleaning (more like throwing away).
Oh...forgot to mention that tomorrow I am going BACK to the department to have an oral board interview. FUN! I am nervous about it, not because I am facing a firing squad, but the amount of paperwork I need to bring them {they want copies of like EVERYTHING, credit report, marriage license, certified copy of my birth certificate, ect.} I have two file folders full. I am so nervous that I might not have the 'right type' of information. Meaning, my college transcript I do not have, considering the notice they gave me it was impossible to get. Also my credit sucks...lol.
Today I had the written exam for the positions that I applied for at the Police Department. I did the written exam and got a 96.8 on it. It took about 2 1/2 hours to do it, so my brain was on hyper drive. Then they decided to tell us all that if we want to continue the process we needed to go with them and take the Computer/field knowledge test. I got a 94.77 on that, oh and it also took 2 hours. THEN I had to shadow a Telecommunications Operator which so happens that I got to shadow who will be my boss if I get the job. She was awesome and taught me a lot in the 2 1/2 hours I was with her.
So, when I was supposed to be back by 11am...I didn't end up getting to my moms to pick up my kids until 3:30!!!
When I got there I thought my brain was going to outright explode. Such a huge amount of information to soak in such a short duration.
Once I got to my moms Kenzie went outside to play with her BFF while I talked to my parents about the job and half assed watched Oprah's Oscar After Party. When it was time to leave, I walked outside to get Kenzie. She wasn't there. She is normally allowed to go across the small parking lot to the gazebo because it's in direct line with my parents apartment. No Kenzie, no BFF. I look at the park, no Kenzie, no BFF. I call BFF's mom, she had no idea where they were so of course she starts panicking too. Both my parents, myself and Vickie (Bff's mom) start looking for them, calling their names trying to find them. Low and behold they were behind the apartment office sitting in an alcove where a coke machine is. Those girls are so beyond grounded I cannot even tell you.
We got home and came to our apartment office to sign our lease and the management apparently clocked out early without doing anything, saying anything or having the courtesy to call even though WE HAD AN APPOINTMENT! We sat outside for half an hour waiting. No show.
Once we all got home, after 5pm, Howard started homework with Mackenzie. Maddie was so happy to have TV she was hypmotized and I started to get together all the paper work I needed, trying to get a free credit report, trying to get my hands on a transcript and then holding Maddie because she was getting hungry. That was all done by almost 7. By the end of that my nose started to bleed. I was getting overwhelmed with everything and literally felt my blood pressure rise.
Then Howard got a HORRIBLE grade for an assignment that he AND I spent 3 HOURS DOING! I helped him and worked my ass off and he got a horrible grade. I felt terrible and started to cry. So now I am crying, bleeding, nose is running...I am such a mess.
I finally calm down, feed my family and no sooner does Maddie get out of her high chair then she falls and hits her cheek hard. It starts to swell and hear come the tears. Both of ours.
Now the kids are quiet and I'm about to do some cleaning (more like throwing away).
Oh...forgot to mention that tomorrow I am going BACK to the department to have an oral board interview. FUN! I am nervous about it, not because I am facing a firing squad, but the amount of paperwork I need to bring them {they want copies of like EVERYTHING, credit report, marriage license, certified copy of my birth certificate, ect.} I have two file folders full. I am so nervous that I might not have the 'right type' of information. Meaning, my college transcript I do not have, considering the notice they gave me it was impossible to get. Also my credit sucks...lol.
Friday, February 20, 2009
All hail Kristin the cockroach slayer!
The following is a conversation that happened on the phone and on Twitter in the past few minutes.
@kristinwest Holy Crap!! Worlds biggest cockroach!!
howardwest to @kristinwest Do what?
@kristinwest AHHHH IT'S ALIVE!
howardwest to @kristinwest kill it. kill it NOW!
kristinwest to @howardwest that's your job!
howardwest to @kristinwest well I'm not there am I? lol
kristinwest to @howardwest Well get your ass home and kill it!
howardwest to @kristinwest um I cant
Niqua416 to @kristinwest OMG RUN!!! :'(
---Howard and I's phone call---
And why the hell not?!
I'm already 5 miles south of you and...
THEN TURN AROUND AND COME KILL IT!
I actually have a big day today.
ARRRGGGG!!
It hasn't really moved all that much, just twitched every now and then.
Where is it?
Under the bar, by the kitchen. Maddie's hungry and I told her to wait while I kill devil bug. *groans*
I'll tell you what you need to do...
*groans*
...put on my house shoes and grab another shoe. Hit it with the other shoe and if....
AHHHHHHHHH! IT MOVED!!!!!
*laughs* if it moves then just start jumping around and kill it.
But then I have to get close to it to kill it...
*laughs*
DON'T LAUGH! THIS IS YOUR JOB!
I'm sorry baby.
*deep breaths* Ok, I'm hanging up now.
@kristinwest Kristin, don't think about it just do it! {yes, I was twittering TO MYSELF!}
---And now for the massacre----
*creeps toward cockroach, is about 2 feet from it*
*shudders*
*runs back*
*deep breath*
*goes towards roach again*
*strikes* {cockroach's butt falls off}
*takes a step back*
*strikes again* {cockroach in half}
@kristinwest ALL HAIL KRISTIN THE COCKROACH KILLER!
kristinwest to @Niqua416 I cannot even tell you how freaked out I just was!
howardwest @kristinwest Good for you baby!
@kristinwest Mopping up cockroach goo
Niqua416 to @kristinwest Oh no, I can imagine. They scare the crap out of me, my one HUGE reason for not wanting to move back to the city, lol.
kristinwest to @Niqua416 I need a drink. I'm totally blogging this lol
Cockroack 0 Kristin 1
Kiss my ass cockroach----ehhh better not.
@kristinwest Holy Crap!! Worlds biggest cockroach!!
howardwest to @kristinwest Do what?
@kristinwest AHHHH IT'S ALIVE!
howardwest to @kristinwest kill it. kill it NOW!
kristinwest to @howardwest that's your job!
howardwest to @kristinwest well I'm not there am I? lol
kristinwest to @howardwest Well get your ass home and kill it!
howardwest to @kristinwest um I cant
Niqua416 to @kristinwest OMG RUN!!! :'(
---Howard and I's phone call---
And why the hell not?!
I'm already 5 miles south of you and...
THEN TURN AROUND AND COME KILL IT!
I actually have a big day today.
ARRRGGGG!!
It hasn't really moved all that much, just twitched every now and then.
Where is it?
Under the bar, by the kitchen. Maddie's hungry and I told her to wait while I kill devil bug. *groans*
I'll tell you what you need to do...
*groans*
...put on my house shoes and grab another shoe. Hit it with the other shoe and if....
AHHHHHHHHH! IT MOVED!!!!!
*laughs* if it moves then just start jumping around and kill it.
But then I have to get close to it to kill it...
*laughs*
DON'T LAUGH! THIS IS YOUR JOB!
I'm sorry baby.
*deep breaths* Ok, I'm hanging up now.
@kristinwest Kristin, don't think about it just do it! {yes, I was twittering TO MYSELF!}
---And now for the massacre----
*creeps toward cockroach, is about 2 feet from it*
*shudders*
*runs back*
*deep breath*
*goes towards roach again*
*strikes* {cockroach's butt falls off}
*takes a step back*
*strikes again* {cockroach in half}
@kristinwest ALL HAIL KRISTIN THE COCKROACH KILLER!
kristinwest to @Niqua416 I cannot even tell you how freaked out I just was!
howardwest @kristinwest Good for you baby!
@kristinwest Mopping up cockroach goo
Niqua416 to @kristinwest Oh no, I can imagine. They scare the crap out of me, my one HUGE reason for not wanting to move back to the city, lol.
kristinwest to @Niqua416 I need a drink. I'm totally blogging this lol
Cockroack 0 Kristin 1
Kiss my ass cockroach----ehhh better not.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Woah-I'm scared of myself
Sometimes I miss the goofy love stuff that comes *mostly* at the beginning of relationships. I miss the gaga eyes and the cuddling and the just being with each other that seems to satisfy your every need no matter what's going on.
My husband is a very romantic person. I'm usually not. Doesn't mean that I don't enjoy it and obviously miss it when it's not there. My husband and I are in love, without a doubt. I guess I just miss being a couple sometimes. Back when just the two of us were doing whatever we were doing and that was enough to keep us happy. The simpler part of falling in love. I miss the butterflies, the eye catching, gooshy stuff sometimes.
While waiting half an hour for Twilight to start last night, I laid my head on my husband's shoulder, he put his arm around me and literally we almost fell asleep and would have if some people hadn't wanted to squeeze by us in a packed theater. I don't remember the last time we did that.
Like I said, I am not the romantic one in this relationship. I am the emotional one, the sympathetic one, the overly sincere and reflective one but Howard is definitely the romantic one. We are still that couple who kisses a lot, who always holds hands and calls each other pet names. But when it comes to the hard core gaga eye, butterfly fluttering romance...I think I killed it.
Can it be resurrected?
My husband is a very romantic person. I'm usually not. Doesn't mean that I don't enjoy it and obviously miss it when it's not there. My husband and I are in love, without a doubt. I guess I just miss being a couple sometimes. Back when just the two of us were doing whatever we were doing and that was enough to keep us happy. The simpler part of falling in love. I miss the butterflies, the eye catching, gooshy stuff sometimes.
While waiting half an hour for Twilight to start last night, I laid my head on my husband's shoulder, he put his arm around me and literally we almost fell asleep and would have if some people hadn't wanted to squeeze by us in a packed theater. I don't remember the last time we did that.
Like I said, I am not the romantic one in this relationship. I am the emotional one, the sympathetic one, the overly sincere and reflective one but Howard is definitely the romantic one. We are still that couple who kisses a lot, who always holds hands and calls each other pet names. But when it comes to the hard core gaga eye, butterfly fluttering romance...I think I killed it.
Can it be resurrected?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Fryin Bacon
This morning Howard left for work and went through the first of 3 school zones on the way to his office. The time of the school zone stops at 7:55 and have flashing lights when the school zone is in place. At 7:57 Howard got pulled over by a local police officer saying that he was going 46 in a 30.
16 miles over the speed limit.
But wait...the school zone was not affective according to the lights AND the time and the speed on that road is 40. So yes, he was speeding. But only 6 miles over the speed limit.
He accepted the ticket, freaking out and protesting to the office profusely and as professional as he could considering who he was talking to.
He called me and explained the circumstances and I immediately knew we could fight it and told him as much too.
Not 10 minutes after we hung up, he called me back and said the office called him and said he threw away the ticket and wrote him a warning instead and said it was too close to call.
So BOO YA BACON BOY!
16 miles over the speed limit.
But wait...the school zone was not affective according to the lights AND the time and the speed on that road is 40. So yes, he was speeding. But only 6 miles over the speed limit.
He accepted the ticket, freaking out and protesting to the office profusely and as professional as he could considering who he was talking to.
He called me and explained the circumstances and I immediately knew we could fight it and told him as much too.
Not 10 minutes after we hung up, he called me back and said the office called him and said he threw away the ticket and wrote him a warning instead and said it was too close to call.
So BOO YA BACON BOY!
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