Friday, March 30, 2007
* Casey and Lily "surprised" me with hamburgers and freshly baked cookies. Casey informed me of the cookie and hamburger venture earlier in the evening when I called to check up on my wonderful family, but walking through the door and smelling hamburgers.... How wonderfully devine!! If my feet didn't hurt so much, I'd run upstairs and kiss them both. I'll still do the kissing bit, just not the running.
* Neverending Story 2 is horrible. Despite the memories of my youthful crush on Jonathan Brandis, the movie is downright awful. Seriously, people, could you at least get Falcor right?! WTF?
* When people turn in movies in your hand, that generally means they want to get your opinion about what they should rent for the evening.
* When someone asks you to "recommend an action movie they can fall asleep to" that generally means recommend Miami Vice. I haven't seen it, but everyone who has walked through the door with it has said it was absolutely atrocious. This makes me truly worry about the Transformers movie that Michael Bay has coming out (M.B. also did Miami Vice), but then again... look at what Miami Vice had to go on.
*Going to sleep after 1AM means I'm going to be ass tired tomorrow. I really don't care, though, because I get to come home and take a "nap."
* Jack likes Nacho Cheese Doritos but my stomach does not . Insert not fun heartburn and vurps (vomit burps) while I'm at work and without my tums. I've been relatively lucky (knock on anything wood around me) as far as the indigestion has been concerned (still knocking). Jack is pretty agreeable. Thank you, Jack.
* Caffeine still giving me issues, but I'm LOOOOOOOVVVVVVIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG the chai. Chai = my new best liquid friend after 8:30PM.
* I got to witness my first vaccuum bag explosion this evening. It was really quite hilarious. Think mushroom-cloud-o-vaccuum-dust. It was like something straight out of a cartoon, complete with Anneke being covered in dust! I laughed so hard I had to run for the bathroom.
This is all for now. I gave Lily a haircut this afternoon. It's very cute and out of her face. Yeah. I will update more in the morning.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I am a petite person. Petite meaning only 5'2" tall. There were "regular" sized maternity pants all over the place! Petite, however... Not so much. I did the whole cheap thing first. I hit various Goodwills, Salvation Army's, etc. Found a couple of pairs of jeans that I could probably pull off if I wanted the belly panel to cover my boobs (think tube top and jeans combined), but no khakis. So, I figured Walmart. They had khakis, they just were about a foot too long. So, why not try JC Penney's. They had petite maternity stuff on the website, I figured "Hey, they'll have it in the store too!" Yeah, right. The maternity section basically comprised of jeans that were way too long (although, their regular length capris would probably work for me...lol) and a bunch of what I thought were absolutely hideous tops, with the exception of one kimono style top that was really quite cute but too pricey (we're talking nearly $40 for a shirt...yeah, right!). So, off to Sears. Sears maternity is non-existant. Apparently, pregnant people don't shop at Sears. One store left: Motherhood Maternity.
I walked in the store to find a screaming child and her mother. Five minutes of screaming was totally annoying me, so I did what I normally do with screaming kids (while the mother was browsing around and then checking out). I got down, eye level, and started talking to her. I discovered her name was Emma and she was 2. She also had pink shoes and she liked to play peek-a-boo. We "chatted" (that basically means she giggled and I made faces and complimented her very cute pink sketchers) while her mom finished her transaction in peace and as Emma and her mom prepared to leave, the woman couldn't thank me enough. Apparently, Emma had been screaming for about half an hour prior to my arrival. The girl was ready to go. Good deed of the day accomplished. I can only hope that Mom passes it on somewhere and that Emma made it home without another outburst.
The clerk was so greatful she gave me 10% off my pants and this really cute shirt. Oh yes, I found the pants and managed to score them for under $20! Woot! My only problem with them is that wonderfully itchy belly panel. What is it with those things?! They're too itchy!
So, now I'm off to Lily's parent teacher conference. I'm hoping she's doing okay, but I've noticed a substantial lack of focus lately. I've got to talk to her teacher about that... BUT, She's a good kid, so I'm not horribly worried.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I've been feeling a lot of flutters lately. Generally around bedtime, too. He likes to be active at night. Just like his dad! Looks like Casey will definitely have someone to stay up late with him and play video games. I think he's really excited to have a boy simply because Lily is not that rough and tumble. In fact, she's quite dainty. Jack, on the other hand... I have no idea what I'm in store for on that front. We'll just have to wait and see.
I'm debating going down to my visit my dad in Kentucky while Lily is on Spring Break. We had such a good time when the two of us went down last year and I kind of like the idea of a "girls only" road trip. Especially since I doubt we'll be able to do it again for a while. I haven't quite figured out the logistics of going yet, but around this time of year, I always get a little Kentucky-home-sick. BUT I would much rather go with Casey and he doesn't seem to want to go at this particular time, so yeah. Maybe I'll just stay home and hang out with Lily and try and plan a trip to the Natural History museum or something. That should be fun.
But yeah, all seems well. I'm kinda waiting for the other shoe to drop...
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
We got a bill from the lab that did my ob panel (aka those blood tests that you have to have when you first go to the ob/gyn). The lab took 4 vials of blood to test. The bill was for $160. That means each vial was $40. According to the lab technician, 50 of these small vials would equal one pint of blood. That means that for one pint of blood, applying the $40 per vial cost of testing, it would cost a total of $2000 to test.
Does anyone else find this a bit excessive?
Thankfully, our insurance covers lab work and we don't have to pay for it, but still... I would hate to be pregnant and NOT have insurance.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Yesterday I signed Lily up for a "sibling preparation" class at the hospital that we will deliver the belly baby at and I sent out a couple of email's to people about lamaze/natural child birth classes. Casey and I want to be completely prepared, but I think somehow you can never really be truly prepared for a kid. I think it just kind of happens and nothing that you expected to happen happens and everything that you didn't think of does. Then, you do your best to wing it. And you call your parental units on a daily basis until you feel comfortable to handle it yourself and then when you don't call your parents they call you and are like "Are you okay?" You have to reassure them that you are, but your mom goes ahead and brings you yummy food anyway.
Lily has a cold. She has fallen asleep in the car on the way home from school the past two days. This morning she didn't want to get up, but she doesn't have a fever. I can totally do without another cold, so I've been chowing down on vitamin C for the past three days. I'm crossing my fingers.
Casey had to work really odd hours today. He left this morning at 3:15 to head to Elkhart to do some indoor work at I think a bank and then he has the company meeting this morning. Raises should be coming out in the next week or two, which will definitely be nice. I'm hoping that we get a company truck soon, though. I think I'd prefer truck to raise. Then, I can clean out his jeep and we can use that as a family car, too. I've seen 2 carseats in a jeep before, so I know it can be done. ;-)
Well, I'm off to do all that morning stuff I usually do.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
This morning makes the 5th mouse that Jingle has caught. At this point, she's worth her weight in gold as far as mousing is concerned. However, the mouse was still alive when this picture was taken.
Jingle looked up at me, meowed (she likes me to photograph her good side...lol) and the mouse took off running. Jingle pounced, though, and the mouse's back legs just kinda flailed. It was really quite gross. Not as gross as when Bonzai decided to get in on the action and take the mouse upstairs. I had to chase after Bonzai and take the mouse away from her, but as I picked it up (I was wearing rubber gloves and carrying multiple layers of paper towels), the thing twitched and I dropped it, screaming my lungs off.
Luckily, I've always been a bit of a tomboy and picking up gross stuff doesn't bug me, so I picked the mouse up by the tail and managed to get the thing downstairs and outside, where I promptly hurled it over the neighbors fence.
Not quite an octopus against a car windshield (yeah, still wanna do that....) but a mice against a bedroom window at 6:30 in the morning... that's pretty funny. I keep wondering what would have happened if there window was open...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I had a meeting this morning with some people. Sorry, can't blog about it. It's all confidential and crap. I also took Heather to a consignment shop after the meeting. She got fired yesterday, so I've been trying to make her feel not completely hopeless. Consignment shops = cheap baby stuff. And she needs cheap right now. She's 6 months pregnant, got fired yesterday and loses her insurance as of next Friday. You'd be in dire straights, too.
In other news, pregnancy is starting to agree with me as far as my boobs are concerned. I bought my first C cup bra over the weekend and I'm thrilled about that. My stomach is slowly increasing in size. It's not enough to be an annoyance yet, but it's enough of an annoyance to where I pulled out a pair of size 10 (was in an 8 finally... back into 10 now) jeans from my "fat stash." (AKA Winter Clothes.) They're still baggy on me, so I'm not worried too much. I've been in search of cute maternity tops. I found exactly 1 at the Salvation Army, although I didn't have much time to look. I also bought a pair of khaki pants that will work as preggo pants/work pants.
OH YEAH... Didn't tell y'all about that one. In my search to cure boredom and help the family with cash, I went in search of easy part time work. I applied part time at Hollywood Video thinking "Okay, free rentals. Not bad." Well, they want to hire me as an assistant manager/shift leader type person. Yeah me! Lower management! I get to be in charge of a bunch of miscreants! This should be interesting... I go in Thursday to fill out paper work and probably rent some movies while I'm at it. My question: when should I tell them I'm preggers? Yep, kinda haven't done that yet...
So, that's what's up in my neck of the woods. Contemplating another road trip with Lily down to Kentucky. No jaunts down to Georgia this time, although we may go check out the aquarium in Chattanooga. Oh, and there will be plenty of pirate time since it's so dang nice outside. Maybe I'll take my bow and a target too... Whee fun!
Monday, March 12, 2007
When we first arrived and were seated at our table, we let Lily go and play on the slide/jungle gym play area thing that was right across from our table. Casey and I chatted, awaiting our pizza (which really was quite tasty compared to memories), and I was kind of watching the kids around us too. There was this little Hispanic boy (which I later had issues with, another story included) and a little black girl standing at this really simple train game, where you basically hit these buttons and light stuff up. The little boy couldn't have been more than 4 years old (I later thought he was younger, by the way) and this girl was probably around 8 or 9. He was having fun, banging on the buttons, and the machine was spitting out tickets. Like I said, simple game. The boy was completely oblivious to the tickets. The girl, however, was literally yelling at him, telling him "Push this! Push this!" and trying to shove him over to run the controls, despite the fact it had been HIS token. And then, the game was over. It stopped. The girl tore off the tickets and ran. I turned to Casey: "Did she just steal his tickets?" The more I thought about it, I KNEW that girl had taken his tickets. I didn't say anything. It wasn't my place, but I'll be damned if I let anyone do that to my kid. The pizza came and we ate. Yum. Then, it was off to game land. (Oh, they got rid of the ball pit, by the way... must have been all those urban legends about hypodermic needles and snakes in the ball pit.)
Skee ball. I LOVE skee ball. I think it's fun and a good way to get tickets and great way to waste a crap load of tokens. Lily had never played skee ball before, so Casey and I took it upon ourselves to teach her. We had a blast. Finally, Lily played her own game, with Casey and I taking turns in the lane next to her. We had to stop the same girl from taking Lily's tickets and I stopped this little boy, probably about 3 years old, from taking one of my skee balls, trying to throw it down my lane! I grabbed his hand before he threw the ball and told him "No, this is my game. You have to wait your turn. You can get in line." The kid looked at me completely clueless and then turned and wandered away. He returned a few times, trying to do the same thing. The last time, I finally told him "You need to go find your mommy." He disappeared, and I'm assuming, found his mommy.
Now, back to the little Hispanic kid. There is this kind of roller coaster simulator that you can ride, fits two people. Lily and I got in line while Casey watched (this was the second go around). There were two kids already in the machine, so we had to wait our turn. While in line, here comes this little Hispanic kid (the same one from the train), trying to shove his way to the front of the line. I grabbed him by the arm and told him that he had to wait at the back of the line. Again, he tried to push past Lily and myself! I grabbed him more firmly and pulled him back, again explaining that this was not allowed. Then, he got down on all fours and tried to crawl under the gate to get into the machine! That's when I picked him up, he fought me, trying to crawl under again, I picked him up, walked two feet away and... WHIPPED OUT THE SPANISH! I YELLED AT A KID IN SPANISH!!! (Obviously the English wasn't working!) I told him that this was unacceptable, that you don't cut in line, you have to wait your turn and that if he tried to do it again I wouldn't let him on the ride at all and that he needed to go to his mother and tell her exactly what he did. NOW. The kid looked at me, wide eyed, and slowly and sorrowfully ran away. Insert me flexing mom muscles here. I even said "YEAH!" Casey stood there, grinning at me, and said "You yelled at that kid! In SPANISH!" It was awesome.
It's funny, I describe myself as a very laid back parent. I do this only because Lily is such a good kid and doesn't get into much trouble. I think the worst thing that I've disciplined her for in the past two weeks was the fact that she didn't put a movie away when she was done with it. Oooh! Such a horrible kid! (That was sarcasm, by the way.) It has been a big adjustment for me to deal with other kids. Especially when their parents aren't around. If Lily has friends over, I have to parent differently. I have to be more strict about the screaming (my kid is a screamer when you get other kids involved), running around the house, general mischief that I would otherwise let slip under the radar. I have to also be more vigilant with the crayons because while Lily knows better than to try and color on the walls, some other kid may think "Well, this isn't my house..." And then there are the kids like the one at Chuck E. Cheese that tried everything in his power (and I applaud his tenacity, despite it's annoyance) to get through that gate to ride that ride. I can only hope that shows how driven he'll be in life to make something out of himself. I can also only hope that I taught him a lesson and he'll think twice before doing something like cutting in line again.
I also think I'm being a little optimistic about the situation, but then again, I've always been quite optimistic about stuff.
After Chuck E. Cheese we went and meandered a bit around town. We hit the mall, toy store, and finally went home. It was a really fun day. Sunday was filled with dull stuff like cleaning out of the cars, oil changes, etc. Mickie and Jason brought me a cake because I had mentioned that I was craving cake the other day. She's so funny. I guess she's getting me back for bringing her a giant box of popsicles over the summer when she was pregnant with Thomas. Friends are wonderfully silly things to have and I love them all.
OH! And I really must go back to Chuck E. Cheese again. Why put myself through that torture again? Two words: VANILLA COKE!!!!!!! Yes, Chuck E. Cheese has Vanilla Coke and it's a wonderful, wonderful drink and I love it more than any other drink in the world! Yes!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Blue October "Into the Ocean"
Rocco Deluca and the Burden "Colorful"