I have decided to become a Guardian Ad Litem! Aint that great! I have printed the application and will fill it out promptly. I will share with you the process in case you're wondering (as I go along). This is thanks to Lisa that I've decided this. Hopefully I will be able to make a difference in the lives of children. BE PROUD OF ME! I AM IN DIRE NEED OF PATS IN THE BACK!

ciao!

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Now that it's buy everything time for most of you, it's time to look closely and buy only those toys that are appropriate and safe for little kids. This choosing baby toys website has a very easy to use guide to help choose age appropriate toys. Toy safety is of the utmost importance today what with all the hand me down unsafe toys of yesteryear (yes, that is a real word...I heard it on the radio.) As long as you remember to not buy anything with magnets for small children, you should be okay. Even then, this book is next on my reading list. I definitely don't want to be the cause of any harm to come to The Kid because of ignorance in the safety of the toys out there. Face it, if we were to protect our children from everything out there, we would still have them attached to the umbilical cord and living in a bubble until they're 25. On the other hand, I played with plastic bags and broken glass all the time as a child and look how I turned out.....hm, that may not be the best example. I think that we can all agree that The Kid and YOUR kid need to be kept as safe as possible. And if that means not letting them out of your sight until their honeymoon, so be it.

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I got this emailed to me at work and thought it'd be easier to just post it here for all of ya'll.

You know you are living in 2006 when......

1. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell
phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the
groceries.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in
years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your
family of three.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to
you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and
family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You accidentally enter your password on the
microwave.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the
bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you
didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your
life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go
and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before
getting your coffee.

11. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

12. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going
to forward this message.

13. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this
list.

14. You actually scrolled back up to check that there
wasn't a #9 on this list.

AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

Go on, forward this to your friends. You know you want
to!! And Yes, I was laughing and I did scroll back to
see that there wasn't a #9

~Katie, you are more than welcome to STEAL this one. You CAN have your cake and eat it too! Go! I don't want it, you touched it already!

Thanks to Diana, I have this meme to kill time.

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said “I love you” and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb (does a baby goat count?)
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk
42. Had/Have amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach (does making out under the pier count?)
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your cds
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days ( I can’t go without food for 5 seconds!)
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo (almost..)
81. Rafted the snake river
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Gotten flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark...
88. Kissed on the first date (see number 49)
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in a Rocky Horror Picture Show
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
98. Passed out cold
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds.
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone’s heart
111. Helped an animal give birth (I stared and my sister touched it, does that count?)
112. Won money on a TV game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Touched a cockroach (more like it touched me…)
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read “The Iliad”
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions (more like skipped all of skool)
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life

If you have any questions, leave them in the comments and I’ll answer them.

So, yesterday the sitter calls. The Kid has thrown up twice. I try calling The Hubby to see if he can take The Kid but, no he says that he's too sick to drive. I left work early to pick him up. The poor The Kid was all flaccid. Yes, that's the word that came to my mind. The Poor child was just sitting there, not doing anything. Obviously the disease has affected him greatly. The Hubby was shivering and trembling in the couch, could barely speak. Great, I now had two sick guys to tend to. Not a pretty sight. Then came the diarrhea. Oh sweet monkey jesus! The diarrhea! Lets just say that I had to change my underwear. It was that bad. He got everything, blankets, clothes, me. Then he got a fever. I barely slept last night. Everytime that I managed to doze off, I heard the underwater fart noise that alerted me to yet another poopy mess. And of course, The Kid was all about playing at three freaking oclock in the morning. Who the heck is awake and lucid at that unholy hour? Not me, that's for sure. Took him to the doctor this morning where he was diagnosed with an ear infection. Surely not the cause for his exorcist-like projectile vomiting/diarrhea? I also found out that ALL the kids from church are sick with the same disease. Some of the adults have it too. I kept hearing my own stomach gurgle and bubble and praying that maybe just maybe I can hold off on getting all diseased until both guys are better. There's just no way that I can take care of two sick men while being sick myself. Of course, this morning I just HAD to get all jealous of the attention they were getting and go and start vomiting too.

Anyways, change of subject. I am so sleep deprived it's not even funny. I'm going to take a class every morning until the end of the year so I won't be online until after 1pm. Once I pass this one class, all I'll need is one math class and then I can leave this godforsaken skool and go on to the next one. Only five more years to go, is my daily chant. Remember, the peepee in the potty.

I love duplexes (is that even a real word?). If I could, I would marry them. Why? Because, that's why. See, a duplex is two houses side by side. No more different than an apartment, even the mortgage might be the same as a quality apartment. The only difference is that you can rent out the second unit and have that unit pay for the mortgage of the property. This way you could live rent free. Although, once you've been living like that for a bit you can always buy a regular house. You could then move into the house and rent out the unit that you were living in. This way you could still live rent free and have both mortgages being paid. All the money you save by not having to pay your mortgage can go into paying off the principal of the houses. There's an affordable housing, duplex, SW Florida, Equity Company south from where we live that they are selling really cute duplexes.

If it weren't for the fact that The Hubby and I already have a strip of land close by that we will turn into a duplex, we would most definitely go for this deal. We hope to have the building started sometime next year. It will be a double income and since there are always people on Section 8 looking to move out of an apartment into a duplex or house, we will be able to rent it out soon after it's done. This is going to help out since I have to leave my job when skool starts in the fall.

The company is selling at pre-construction prices. If you're going to buy new, that's the way to go. Why? because houses go up in value at different times. Lowest price is pre-construction, then comes brand new (that's the most expensive one), and then the house will appreciate in value relative to the area surrounding it at a steady rate yearly. It helps that The Hubby is an appraiser and I can learn these kinds of things. Of course, if you get a really good deal on a foreclosed home or a house that needs lotza love, you should go for it. But only if you can do the repairs yourself, otherwise you may end up paying more than if you had bought the house brand new. What I like the most about these particular houses is that everything is included in the cost and you don't have to make any payments while it's being constructed. Of course, you would have an ETA of when the house will be done and will be able to arrange Section 8 people to move into it the very first month guaranteeing that you won't have to put up any money for the house.
Since the house is one price before construction and another after, that's all equity that you have built into the house without lifting a finger. Equity that you can have in case of an emergency or for paying off credit cards. The equity that builds up is quite high. The houses that I'm looking at in the site cost around 285k before construction and have an average value of 325k right after construction's done. That's a gain of 40k without doing anything but look cute. That's money you can tap into to buy your own house. You can't make easier money legally. Shoop! I have a Gordon Rule paper due tomorrow that I've barely started! Rats!

“ I'm going to bury that guy. I have done it before, and- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THE KIDNEY GOES INSIDE MY RIB CAGE!”

~ Steve Ballmer on Mr. T

Yeah, well. I do believe that Jesus came as a baby and that he died in the cross for me. I do believe that Christ came back on the third day but I don't believe in this "christmas" thing that is celebrated at this time of year. Why? Well, first of all I believe in logic and reason and things just don't add up.

Don't be offended, please. God forbid I lose my 3.5 commenters. The thing is that there are so many things that don't add up regarding this holiday that I can't follow. No where in The Bible does it say that Jesus was born on December 25, yet people act as if it's his actual birthday. If you read The Bible closely, logic and reason show that he was actually born in the fall. Why? Because the angels announced it to the shepherds tending the sheep. It gets cold in Israel during wintertime so it rules that season out. There was a census going on at that time. In those times, eveverything rose and fell according to the harvest. That means that until all the crops were harvested no farmer wanting to live through the winter would've left his field. Yet there were so many people in Bethlehem that there was no available room. This leaves out summer and early fall. It couldn't have happened in the springtime because it's planting season, and once again the farmers wouldn't have been able to leave their land. People really lived off the land during that time for sustenance and profit. It wouldn't have been economically motivating for the Roman rulers to order something that would eventually affect the amount of money they received from the Jews.

This leaves mid to late fall as the only possible time. Now, the wise men. The Bible doesn't say how many there were nor how long it took them to get to Jesus and his mother. The Bible does say that they were come into the house. If they had found Jesus right where he was born, it would've said barn. It also says that right after they left Joseph was told to leave Israel. This is when Herod killed all young children less than two years old. "according to the time which he had diligently enquired of the wise men." He wouldn't have had a need to kill all two year olds if there had been no time passed between the birth of Jesus and the time the wise men showed up in front of Jesus. Also I know that the Catholic church first had about 20, then 2 then 3 wise men. They even named them. There are no names in The Bible for them.

I have to go back to work, but this is my little rant of the day. Don't get me wrong, I just have a problem with something that maybe started out as a good thing but has now become completely commercialized. Christmas is about satisfiying the ego. How many presents did I get? How good were they? How many did I give? Give me, give me, gimme. That's all there is to it nowadays. It's nothing more than a marketing scheme. I choose to get presents and give them if there's a secret angel thing going on at my job. I choose to pick a card off the angel tree and give presents to a needy child. I don't ban christmas music. I don't go to the company christmas party. But who wants to spend more time than necessary with the crazies at my job? I hope that you're not offended by my not wanting to celebrate this time of the year just as I'm not offended by your wanting to celebrate it.

Friday I had a Katie moment*. It was the birthday celebration of one of my coworkers and she had a huge cookie cake. Those are delicious. Of course, my office mate had to take a piece for one of the secretaries, and OF COURSE she had to LEAVE me ALONE with the cake. I tell you, I literally caught myself a couple of times with my hand just inches from the cake ready to take a bite. It was TORTURE, internet. I could hear the cookie calling my name. My belly was trying to take over..I couldn't resist. I had im'd the girl and told her to come get it fast...She was taking her time. I had to bring it to her to stop me from taking the cake. The funny thing was, after I brought it to her I got another piece for myself and didn't eat it. It went to waste. Bad, bad me.

**by Katie moment I don't mean something she would do, I mean something that would probly happen to me anytime that I'm in Katie's presence. She definitely brought my cavewoman-ish instincts out. Memories of us grunting while eating chinese in the living room are still fresh. I will never look at a pupu plater the same way again.

***Oh yeah, we've all been able to tell that Katie is Morgana and that she is a dork. A cute, lovable dork; but a dork nonetheless. Also, she smells like peas.

Yay! I got in touch with someone very special. I shall name her Morgana (she would like that). Morgana and I used to be very bestest best friends in the whole wide world. I left the place that we called home and never went back, and for that I am truly sorry because I lost contact with someone that was very special to me. Morgana and I went through a lot together, from boy band crushes to gang beatings (not us, the guy that was driving the car {it was a reeely nice car, too}). I think that I will do a series of posts regarding how I came to leave that place and ended up where I am. There might be monkeys involved. Or poop. Or both, I am a mom after all.

Since Z and B's mom is doing it, I guess I have to do it also. So, the next five people that comment on this post will get a handmade present from me. Am not very crafty, so don't expect a crocheted velvet hat. But. I will do something so absolutely craftily, I will amaze myself. Unless you would rather me send you cash. Then I would have to see if the post office is still mailing dimes. I'll be in contact with you afterwards to see what you want.

How does one learn to be submissive and respectful of another? How does one go from being a fully independent person, making their own decision to one that must allow others to make decisions for them and with them? It sucks.

How does one stop doing something that another doesn't like when the first person is so used to doing it that they don't even realize it? How does one raise a child in a house full of strife? I seem to be stuck in a rut. My spiritual life's gone to the dogs. I definitely am not moving forward, but am not quite going backwards either. It sucks to see others that started going to church after me achieving and doing things that I can't do yet. They say that about 50% of second marriages end in divorce. I don't want mine to be a statistic; but if things don't change, that very well might happen. I have called The Hubby my "roommate" several times already. It's basically what we are, roommates. Even though we sleep in the same bed, there's an abyss separating us. We are both too stubborn to take the first step closer. It hurts because I love him like I've never loved (and never will) another. He's my first real boyfriend, my first real kiss, my first love. I don't know what to do, he seems to think that the moment I stop breastfeeding everything will be alright. He doesn't realize that neither The Kid, nor I are ready for such a step. He doesn't see that he's hurting me, yet wants me to acknowledge how I've hurt him.

"Your body belongs to your husband; you're causing a separation between your son and your husband." that's what I keep hearing over and over. What they don't see is that I could count on my hands the times he's changed a diaper. The times he's been up with a sick The Kid, or got up to tend to him in the middle of the night are nil. We went to Orlando with The Girl! and some of our friends this past weekend and we had to go up an escalator. The Kid was in the stroller and I needed to take him out. He didn't even help, just got mad at me that I didn't get on the escalator with The Kid in the stroller. He left me with the bags, kid, and stroller and walked away. Somebody else had to help me. I have started to resent the times that we spend with The Girl! because he completely forgets that he's got another child when she's around. We left on Thursday and came back Sunday morning. In that whole time, he spent maybe half an hour with The Kid. And he did that because I dropped him off and walked away to the bathroom. The rest of the time, he spent with The Girl! barely acknowledging my existence unless it was to pick a fight. I hated the trip. It sucked mostly because I was internetless; I wouldn't have been able to post anyways because I can't let him know that I keep a blog. He would make me delete it. He doesn't trust the internet at all. I will try to write more later when I don't feel sad.

I don't really post much about Godly things here because I don't want the controversy but this I gotta post. The women from my church were invited to another church service.

Now, just so you know. My church is pretty kewl. Women are allowed to wear pants, makeup, jewelry, shave, and even cut and color our hair if we want. I said that because most Hispanic Christian churches are what we call "rajatablas." The women of the church we went to had no makeup on, long (almost ankle lenght) skirts, (probably)unshaved legs, no earrings, and had the requisite "brillo pad" hair bun (that's where the grey hair and unkempt hair gets so bad, it literally resembles a brillo pad). And we were given looks for being cute.

Anyways, that's not the point of my story. Here's the kicker, when it came to pick up the offering the pastor of the church grabbed the mike and said the most unbelievable things. He started to talk about how they're redoing the tile in his house (house doesn't belong to the church but to pastor) and how after seven years the tile had cracked and the company had refunded them 1/2 the original price of the tiles. The refund was only "$12,000 and that's only half the cost, so you can do the math about how much more is needed."

He also said things like: "Oh? You think that YOUR house has to be better than the pastor's? Nosirre, The pastor's house has to be better than your house." He also made public the names of those men that hadn't gone there to help him as well as the name of the person in whose house he would be staying for a few days.

I only say this because:
1. It's pretty unbelievable, I can't believe that someone would say that. Basically, this pastor believes that he is more holy than the rest of his church. It's this kind of mindset that has pushed so many Hispanic people out of church.

2. I don't like it that the other Hispanic churches in our town will invite us to their activities just to fill in their seats, but they won't come to ours. Since we are only one of a handful of churches that allow such radical liberal things like leg shaving and heels, it's to be expected. But still, I don't like it.

3. Did I mention that it's unbelievable?

4. The pastor never said that the offering was for him, but he never said that the church was going to keep the money in the offering. So now I'm not sure if he dips into the offering plate. And frankly, the church could use some sprucing up to make it prettier.

* Oh yeah, we told our pastors this (they weren't able to go to the service for various reasons) and they could barely believe us. We also told our senior pastor that if he EVER tried something like that, we'd walk right out (we are friends so we can tell him things straight up).

I didn't tell you guys what happened to me two weeks ago. I was at a red light, waiting to make a right turn and some dumbo rear ended me. He said that he "thought I was going to keep on going". Never mind the fact that there were cars going by and I couldn't go. Fast forward to this morning. I'm at a yield sign. Can't move because there are cars going by when; you guessed it, I was hit AGAIN from behind. The guy also thought that I was going to just plow into the cars going in front of me. My neck hurts a bit. In neither case I called the cops because there was little to no damage to my car and I didn't want to be held up with the coppers. I just don't know what to do anymore. Thankfully, The Kid was not in the car either time. It's getting to be more and more difficult to avoid collisions when one is following the rules of the road.

I've been sick as a dog all weekend. Couldn't even get up for work on Friday, had to call in. Poor The Kid, he's been sick too and it hurts me to see him that sick. He will cry and run away as soon as he sees me coming at him with a tissue. Who could blame him? I accidentally scratched his nose while deboogerizing him and made him bleed. Bad mom. Thankfully we're in the mend now. Oh yeah, I also got my period on Friday. Hadn't had it since december '04, hence the title. It was so great not having to worry about that junk before, thanks breastfeeding. Not much else to post either. Will try to get better.

Sorry, All week long I tried to blog but couldn't. I made a draft but don't think I will be posting it anytime soon. It was a very sad week. A girl that I had become close to at work left on friday and all I wanted to do was cry. I will miss you, bearer of band-aids. You made working here fun. In other news, I gave her my blog address. Hopefully she'll read it. It was okay to let her know I had a blog since she's moving to another state and will quite possibly most likely never see The Hubby so she won't tell them. Not that I want to keep this thing a secret from the world. It's just, you know... I would feel censored if those that I knew in real life read my blog. Especially if those were The Hubby and especially if they were family members. So if you know me and I didn't give you the address (all one person of you), DON'T let me know! I would have to shoot first, shoot some more, and ask questions later.

The Kid has ANOTHER molar coming in. Crankyness factor has been upgraded to red. A little cold seems to be creeping in and making room up The Kid's nose. And oh yeah, did I mention that he loves his bellybutton? The Kid can't get enough of it. It's crazy I tell you, crazy. Dear God, where does the time go? It seems as if just yesterday I was feeling you move and now you're running around the house carrying your shoes. Why? Why must you carry your shoes all over the house? Do they need to see every single inch of the house? Do they need to take a rest from all that walking you do? Oh well, we'll never know will we?

In other news! I! Got! Accepted! At! My! Skool's! Honor! Roll! Society! Yay! I didn't even know we had one. Seems like you don't find them, they find you. Plus, on a better note. I did much better on my next test although I don't know what my score is because teacher hasn't posted grades yet. And, I found out that my lowest test score gets dropped. That will be just peachy. I have to wait a couple weeks in some ultra special bloglife secret thingamajig. Something so udderly (moo:) deelishus that I can't even bring myself to post about it yet. Will let you know if/when it did/didn't happen. In the meantime, it's Nakey Bottom Time! Courtesy of The Kid.



Ciao!

Has anyone seen this product? Am I the only one that thinks its creepy? Disembodied hand patting and holding on to your child while he sleeps? Will baby be afraid of hands from now on? Is this some sort of relative of that creepy crawly hand on The Addams Family show? Will I ever stop using question marks?

What the heck? It's like some sort of bad movie. A badly produced horror movie. Attack of the disembodied hands!

a post on tony's blog reminded me of how the world is so....kooky. In hispanic countries, it is almost against the law to be a leftie. I am a leftie. So is my sister. I remember vividly how my father's family would tell him to "beat us out of it" and how we would never amount to anything in life because we were left handed. I have a cousin who was born a leftie and was beat so much by her parents that she is now ambidextrous. And that was just on my father's side of the family. My mother's side blamed it all on dad. As if. An aunt from mom's side once remarked as to how I would get poop on my hands everytime I wiped. Except she said it in that very vulgar way that some people from DR have and give the rest of us a bad rep. If she wasn't much bigger than me, I think I would've popped her one. She made me so mad. As if I wasn't capable of the most simple things. I'm a leftie and I can write upside down. Beat that, righties! I'm leftie, hear me roar!

That's my score in a test I took. A very very important test. I suck at skool. I wish I could bite my own head off. I've never had such a low grade in my life. And I was a habitual class cutter. This is going to ruin my GPA. I suck. It's physical geology class and it's online. It's very hard to concentrate on the class When I have The Kid wanting to play with the computer and The Hubby would rather watch TV instead of watching The Kid for five minutes. I have another very important test this saturday. I should be studying for it, but instead I'm here.......

I haven't really posted anything about breastfeeding even though is an integral part of my routine. Or, at least it used to be. See, when I got pregnant I did all this research and came to the conclusion that breast is best. I prepared the best I could for breastfeeding and The Hubby supported me. He was even more into it than I was. Thank God that The Kid was pretty good and knew exactly what to do. I think that I would've been depressed if I hadn't been able to breastfeed. We got off to a great start and I knew that I had done the right thing for us. I wanted to keep it as long as I could.

Fast forward a couple of months and The Hubby is not so hot on the breastfeeding thing. Mainly, he sees the breasts as "food" and "off limits" and "ewwww! that thing is leaking!" I continue to breastfeed because is what I feel is correct. I can't not breastfeed. Add to that the fact that everyone around us is asking when I'm going to wean and the pressure is on. One person said, and I quote "I asked how long is it correct to breastfeed and was told six weeks. So I breastfeed for one month over that. Children, especially boys, shouldn't be breastfed for long because it will awaken them to things they are too young to understand."

Now, here I am at 12 months, 1 week and I'm still going strong with the breastfeeding. I am not listening to any of them even if The Hubby is got his panties all in a bunch. I know that I'm doing what's best for my kid and I know he is not ready to wean. I've been working/skool since The Kid was 2 months. Bessie, my pump has been my best friend. Without her I don't know what I would've done. Sure, we had our times. Like when my milk came all pink due to bleeding nipples, and all that engorgement and such. I went from pumping 5 times a day at work/6 when I was at skool to zero (as of last week).

Right now I only feed The Kid first thing in the morning and just before going to bed at night. I will keep this up until at least 18 months when I will revisit the feeding thing.

Oh boy, I get to be in the drivers seat today! Now, how do I make this thing run again?
Hey girl, nice stroller....

Hey, wanna race? Yeah, you probably will lose. Ha, Ha, Ha!

Nothing special happened this weekend. Oh yeah, The Hubby came back from the DR. Boy, was I ever glad to see him! And The Kid! He was like a bloodsucking leech! He.Would.Not.Let.Go. But I digress. Nothing interesting happened this weekend. But, The Girl! was in the hospital all day long on Sunday. We were told she had appendicitis. Turns out it was just a urinary tract infection. She's fine now. Just has to take her antibiotics. Nothing really special happened. Nothing at all.

The Kid, today...two days ago you were one year old. How you have grown in this year. You went from a little squiggly thing that just laid there to a little man. Some of the things you have accomplished this year include:

Words
Mama, Dada, Papa, Tata (don't know what you mean here), nene (boy), baby (pronounced beebee), Mmmnnn (said whenever you see someone with food. Or just whenever you want food),Hi, Amen (screamed out in church several times in a row, never to be heard again).

Food
You have gone from an all boobjuice diet to eating just about anything that's not nailed down to the floor. You still like your boobjuice best, though. As a result, I have changed things around on you. You will no longer get my milk at the sitter's, you will drink goat milk. Why? Because I said so, that's why.

Mobility
You had me worried there for a minute. You didn't want to crawl and insisted on GIJoeing it around the house. That was real good for my floors, thank you. Now you are a toddler. You walk unassisted all over the place but still crawl when you are tired or just cranky. I don't appreciate your wanting to walk attached to my leg. As a result, I think I will start biting YOU for a change.

Cute Factor
I didn't think it could be possible, but you have only gotten cuter since they let us take you home.

Sleeping
You can sleep the whole night in your room all by yourself. You just choose not to. I don't appreciate that. That's why I let you cry when you decide that the crib is not fun anymore. Bedtime is bedtime and I gotz to get my sleep on.

Clinginess
I swear you'd get back in my womb if you could, the way you always want to hang off of me. You are real good when I drop you at the sitter's with the exception of this week. I think you think I'm going to abandon you just like your daddy abandoned us (for the week).

Other Milestones
Wave bye-bye, blow kisses, kiss (more like leave a huge wad of spit on victim's cheek), play some weird game your grandma taught you of sticking your finger in your palm. self feed (everything that you can get your hands on, regardless of edible factor), hug, dancing (oh how you love to dance), clapping, something that can only be described as some sort of primitive tribal song. You also help me when I dress you or change your diaper.

Teeth
Eight front teeth, one molar. Bitey fun (for you, not me)

But most of all, your favorite game is: let's look at mom's bellybutton and assorted bellyflaps while in public. But wait-why pull mom's shirt up to do that when we can pull it down! And then we can eat AND play! Yay!

I am so very proud of you baby. I am thankful to you for teaching me how to be a mother. Thank you for the unconditional love I see in your eyes. I love you baby, thanks for being the best firstborn I've ever had (hopefully not the youngest one for long...hehehe)

I have officially become a single mother (if only just for this week). The Hubby has gone to that caribbean island that saw yours truly be born. He is gone there on a missions trip and won't come back until late saturday night. I tried to explain to The Kid what was going to happen but he won't understand why daddy isn't coming home. Especially since The Hubby was gone to a conference and The Kid didn't see him at all from Friday morning until Sunday morning.

The Kid and I will miss Hubby dearly. In the meantime, how do I try to compensate for the lack of fatherly supervision over The Kid. Mainly, how do I go to the bathroom in peace and quiet? Must I take him with me everywhere I go? How do single mothers deal with this? Any suggestions?

I don't know what it is, but I've got this horrible pain in one side. Hopefully it will go away without much intervention.

So, about this time last year I was taking a monday afternoon class and waiting for The Kid to come. I couldn't wait.
Saturday (10/8/05): I was having some contractions but they weren't very painful or had any sort of pattern to them. That day I got my very first craving. I HAD to go to Applebee's and have their rib and fries combo with mayo. Don't ask. Sunday it was the same.

Monday: 11am, I go for my checkup with the OB and he asks me if I'm in labor. I'm like, ....!?
DR says that I'm 4 centimeters dilated.
Me: Shweet!

1pm: I go to class (I have to save up my two absences for after The Kid's born). Everyone there's like, go to the hospital now!

fast forward to 11:30pm: I've been up trying to see if the contractions will become regular enough that I can go to the hospital, they're not. I get tired of waiting and wake up The Hubby to take me to the hospital. My reasoning was, the sooner I get there, the sooner I can come home. This is where the fun starts. Hubby drops me off at the entrance and tells me to wait for him while he goes to park. I sit at a bench outside of the entrance and wait. And wait. And wait. Then Hubby comes running out of hospital with security guard in tow*. He asks why I was out there. I tell him that I was waiting for him per his request. I get admitted into the hospital. They check me and tell me that I'm six inches dilated already. This whole time I haven't been in a lot of pain. I mostly feel like I ate a bad burrito. I get taken to a room and sleep for most of the night.

Tuesday 8am: doctor says that he has to break my water because I am 10 inches dilated and not showing signs of water breaking. That's when the fun starts. I start having real contractions and am in a lot of pain. I try to take it like a man and don't scream or make sounds. I only allowed myself to moan slightly during the height of the contraction. This goes on for one hour.

9:15ish am: I give in and ask for pain meds (can't remember the name; but it's the one that's given intravenously and only lasts one hour). That did the trick, I'm in lala land and not caring about much at that point.

10am: Pain meds go away. Pain is back. I'm still not allowing myself to scream and nurse is loving me. She keeps telling me about other mothers that scream their heads off.

10:30ish: I tell Hubby that I need to push NOW! He's all like, "no don't push. Remember what the nurse said... Okay push but only for a little bit." I tell him get the nurse NOW!!!!!!
He gets the nurse.....
who yells at him to page the doctor right away.....

10:40am: The Kid makes his entrance into the world. All 8lbs 10oz of wet, purple, dead rhynoceros hairy kid.

Why did I post the story? Well, I want another baby.

* The Hubby told me later on that he rushed to the front desk of the hospital and asked for his wife. Since the security guard could not remember a woman coming in recently, they called down to see if I was already in L&D. They were frantically looking for a missing woman in labor. They only looked inside the hospital. That's when he happened to look outside and see me sitting there. Oh yeah, the nurse told me that in her time in that hospital, she's only seen one other woman deliver without screaming. I was proud of that. I gave birth and took it like a man**.

**The Hubby passed a kidney stone before we got married and he was in so much pain that he punched the wall of the ER so hard that the nurses rushed in to his room. The pain also made him vomit. He took it like a girl. A very sissy girl.

** Oh yeah, since this is FL; besides my two absences that I could take from skool, I also took a hurricane day. Because this is Fl and a hurricane is announced every five days.

I'm sorry Internet, I just realized that I never showed you the pictures I promised you. So, I show you a picture. Now please don't look if you're eating, mkay?

That is the area behind the fridge, and it was a light fridge, not heavy at all. And yes, that is moldy bread in its bag that you see there. And one big cobweb.

That is a shot of the A/C. I don't have many more pictures, I didn't take many before we started the cleaning process. Let's just say the rest of the house was equally as nasty.

I never told you guys what The Hubby did. I was at skool and when I came home I found The Kid sans hair. I was so mad I screamed. He looked like this when I left for skool

















and when I came home, he looked like this

Let me tell you, it took a few days for me to calm down. I hated the new cut. I don't have a baby anymore, I have a little man. It sucks because he looks so grown up that I don't even know where my little baby went. I have forgiven The Hubby but he is not allowed to cut The Kid's hair for a long time.

I'm back, and better than ever. Even though right now I don't have time for a lenghty post, I wanted you guys to see my new 'do. D'ya like? I switched to the Beta thingamajigger and I think am in love.....

Sorry that I've been gone so long. Have had very sporadic internet access. Have very big test coming up on Saturday. Once that's done, I will be able to resume blogginess.

In reading yesterday's news, I have come to the conclusion that yes, I would do exactly the same thing. I think that the prosecution is going to have a very hard time convicting him of murder 1. They will probably go for manslaughter or even try to get a plea deal before the case goes to trial. I know if I was a jury member, I would let this man walk free. What else could he have done when his wife told him their creepy neighbor had molested his two year old? The sad thing is, that old man probably had other victims out there that may never come out and say it. People like that are like slugs. Only instead of slobber, they leave behind a path of sadness and destruction. And instead of salt, knives are used to destroy them. I'm not saying that he deserved it, but I'm not saying that he didn't.

These are some pictures of my wedding. The quality's not very good because they were taken with my phone of other pictures (picture of a picture, if you get my drift). The first one is of The Hubby, The Girl! and me. The next is mine before the ceremony. Notice my long gown. I loved that dress, cost more that the whole reception but I didn't care. It was my hard earned money after all. Hope you like!

Diana's karma is at it again. Yesterday The Kid got hurt. He was trying to climb all over the computer and me while I was trying to do my homework when he slipped and fell flat on my shoe. Am such a horrible mother. Didn't want to take a more closeup of the picture because it just made me sad. His first bump, and it's all my fault. Curse you karma! I shake my fists at you!!!!!

I think I might have to smack The Hubby around. He has officially driven me crazy. Little background for you: at the start of every single semester, I have to explain over and over to him exactly why I am not out of school yet, and how long it's going to take me to finish school. Every. Freaking. Semester. And every semester he "forgets" that I had given him this information. Anyways, This weekend classes started. One of my classes, I couldn't buy the book the same day class started because the store was already closed. I asked a kid on my class how much he paid and he gave me the info (65ish, used). I called the store he got it from on Monday (class was Sat afternoon, they didn't open again until Monday) and was told they were all out of the used and new books. That left me with no choice but to go to the skool store and buy from them.

Now I know by now all the used books are gone, and I will have to buy a new one. Used books go for 1/2 the cost of new ones, for those of you who don't know. The Hubby has me check on Amazon.com to see if the book is on sale cheaper there. I check, it's for about the same as a used book if I get the overnight delivery. I have to have the book in my hands before thursday as I have an assignment due on Sunday and I need time to complete it. The Hubby has me email him the information that I pulled on Amazon. I have no idea why, he was right next to me when I pulled it up and he could see it then. Today, just before lunch he starts im'ing me and asking how much is the book; how much does it cost with shipping; why can't I go to the store and buy it from them; why is it going to cost 100+ when I had given him a completely different price before; what do I mean by their not having the book; who told me that; blah blah blah

Then he tells me that he doesn't get paid until Thursday, which doesnt' matter, he has credit cards he can use. Then he tells me that he transferred the money (we have separate accounts) to my account and for me to buy it. Keep in mind that I need this book asap and that he has the ISBN number for the book with him, not me. Also note that it's past noon already and if I buy the book now, it won't ship until tomorrow and I will be hard pressed to finish the assigment. Keep in mind that IF I HAD KNOWN THAT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO BUY THE STUPID BOOK MYSELF, HE COULD'VE TRANSFERRED ME THE STINKIN' MONEY AND I COULD'VE BOUGHT IT ON MONDAY, AND COULD'VE HAD IT IN MY HAND BY WED! Also, I would have to put down the routing number of my account. Number that I don't have because my checkbook was in a box that The Hubby unpacked when we moved; contents of said box have gone to box heaven, never to be seen again.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What makes me mad is how he acts so innocent and doesn't seem to realize how much he's annoying me. He actually seems to sound "surprised" to know that he has annoyed me. I swear, if it was once or twice; it wouldn't be that big a deal. Every freakin' semester we get into an argument. I can't fanthom what makes him so dumb everytime. He always tells me the same thing: you never told me (how many credits you need/are taking/how much it's gonna cost. Your pick), if you had, blah blah blah.

Sometimes my husband makes me wonder if The Hubby stuck a crayon too far up his nose when he was a child.

Hi! I'm The Kid, AKA Salmonella boy. Yup, I have salmonella. That's why I've been in PoopFest '06. Also, is the reason why I have a weird diaper rash that won't quit. So far, the only thing that seems to work is calamine lotion. notice how cute I am, wanna put your finger's near my mouth? C'mon, I wont bite....too hard. Muahahahahahahaha, muahahahahahhaha

I took an online test and have discovered that I most resemble Hitler. Umn, I don't think there's anything else to add to this.

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When I was growing up in some random island, I was poor. So poor in fact, that my sister and I shared a barbie (with skanky old raggety hair) and a ken doll (had no pants, we wrapped a tiny rag around him for pants. It was more like a loincloth). Anyways, we played lots of weird games (not just my sister and I, every kid we knew). One of those games was extremely cute. It goes like this:

5 names of guys
Luis
Robert
John
Mark
Matthew

5 names of girls
Joanna
Tamara
Diana
Dream Mommy
Karen

5 parts of a chicken
Wing
Breast
Leg
Beak
Neck

5 parts of a house
Jacuzzi
Closet
Bedroom
Pantry
Roof

5 songs
Oops, I did it again...
I wish I were an Oscar Meyer weiner..
I like big butts and I cannot lie...
Eeeh Macarena..
She wore an itsy bitsy teene weeny yellow polka dot bikini...

Once you have that completed, you put it together like this: Luis grabs Joanna by the wing, takes her to the Jacuzzi and sings, Oops I did it again...
And on until you go through the list. It's quite funny when you use people you know and add silly songs at the end. Umn, I guess I tag whomever reads this first. No one can get mad as to which part of them gets grabbed or what song they get sung. It all falls randomly, plus it's fun.

Tamara tagged me with this one

3 things that scare me
My car toy, when it is turned on (love it when it's off)
The vacuum cleaner
Being alone in a room

3 People That Make Me Laugh
Daddy
The Girl
My girl pastor

3 things I love
Kix cereal (I think that they're cookies)
Mommy's milk
Sleeping curled up in the crook of mommy's arm

3 Things I Hate
Sleeping in my crib
Being alone
When I'm told "no touch!!"

3 Things I Don’t Understand
Why mommy doesn't like it when I try to bite her face
Why they keep putting me back in my crib
Why they won't let me bite their bellies

3 Things On My Highchair
Dried cherries
Avocado
Kix

3 Things I’m Doing Right Now
Sticking something in my mouth
Chewing on an electrical cord
Slowly cleaning my sitter's floor with my patented drool/butt slide move

3 Things I Want to Do Before I Die
Get my hands on the DVD player
Learn how to walk
drink out of a cup

3 Things I Can Do
Walk holding on to someone's hand
Grab mommy's belly flop and try to blow bubbles on it (don't ask)
Stick my finger in my(and other people) nose

3 Things I Can't Do
walk unaided
Sleep the whole night
Be alone for a minute

3 Ways to Describe My Personality
Curious
Determined
Needy

3 Things I Think You Should Listen To
Me
Veggietales (any)
Reggaeton music (mostly Manny Montes and Rey Pirin)

3 Things I Think You Should Never Listen To
Whenever someone tells me no
Slow, old people music
Anything that doesn't involve me

3 Absolute Favorite Foods
Whatever is on your plate
Avocado
Strawberries

3 Things I’d Like to Learn
What is inside the toilet
How to work the remote
How to make these adults understand me

3 Beverages I Drink Regulary
Mommy's milk
Water
Pedialyte(recently)

3 Shows I Watch
Veggietales
House
That 70's Show

Taking a cue from here, we have entered the first installment of PoopFest '06. I must've changed no less than 16 diapers in less than 24 hours. Who knew The Kid could hold in so much poop? He's on liquid crack (pedialyte)right now and the sitter has the extremely fun job of collecting "samples" to be taken to the doctor. Boy, am I glad I'm at work today. Saturday he had a blowout in the supermarket and I was forced to dress him in a striped shirt with a plad overalls. He left me no choice.
I went to the supermarket again this morning before going to work and was met with a sight to behold. Two old people making out. My first thought when I saw this was, hey they still in love, how cute. Then I noticed how they didn't seem to come up for air (maybe were sharing same oxygen tank?), and then I saw this sixty something year old woman grabbing her equally old man's hips and thrusting them firmly towards her. EW. GROSS. I blacked out after that. Don't remember how I managed to get to work. Old people have no business doing what us young folk do. They old, period. I don't have anything against old people, just don't remind me that you guys still do stuff. Please. I leave you with a picture of The Kid when he was a mere three days old. Notice the sprawling mane 'o hair.

This is a picture of The Kid, aka Joseph. Ain't he a cutie?
Anyways, am feeling loads of love for him today. The boy slept from 11pm to 6:30am last night! In his 10 months of life, that was only the second time that he let me sleep for more than three hours at a time. Lots and lots of love for him are in order. Will give him extra smoochy kisses later on. I gave blood today. Am feeling extremely dizzy now. Hubby was all like, What? You not big enough to donate! You're gonna disappear on me! What's wrong with you? Feed me! ME ME MEMEMEMEME! And other such things.

The next picture was obviously taken at birth. Notice his nakeyness! Do you think that The Kid will be traumatized to know that his mom thought that he looked like a dead baby hippoppotamus (sp) when he was born? On my defense, I had no contacts and the glasses were sweaty. But I do remember that thought crossing my mind the moment that he came out (I was looking through the mirror). Also, he reminded me of that Ace Ventura movie where he comes out of the poopshoot of the hippo robot and he's all nakey. Crazy thoughts that went on my head at the time, no? Now am horrified that The Kid will grow up stooped because his mom thought he looked dead, but he really looked gray, extremely gray and lifeless. I think I'll shut up now.

Sorry I've been gone for awhile. Had a bunch of things happen. Anyhoo let me tell you how my weenkend turned out.

First of all, let me say that my brother in law and his wife came to visit with their newborn baby before my BIL goes to Irak. On Sunday, at like 8pm I am informed that I'm to make dinner for said brother and sister in law at my house on monday night. That would be okay except that I had nothing to feed these people. I tried to go to the store, keyword tried. When I was at the register, I realized that a certain The Kid had taken my card out of the purse. Had no money whatsoever and had to leave everything in the register. Then I had to go to skool yesterday morning to take care of some things. God, that was not fun at all. I had to stand for TWO hours waiting for the apt time (they just changed the rules and a person can't just show up to the financial aid office, they have to stand in a line for an apt card) (oh, and did I mention that The Kid was with me for the ride? Yeah, that was fun). Then once I get out of financial aid office I have to go to the advising office where am told that the elective class that I have chosen for this semester doesn't count as an elective! Why the heck is it called elective then? Of course, their server is broken and I can't sign up for another class at all because that's the only place I can sign up at. Then I had to go to two different offices in skool so I could finish up my junk and make sure that yes, I'm to graduate in the spring. By the time I was done it was close to 2pm and had to take The Kid with me to work. Double fun. Then I had to go home and cook. I told the BIL to come to the house around 8ish since I don't get home 'till 6. The mother in law is all: 8pm! You'll be starving by then! six oclock! six thirty! that's dinner time! (never mind that she knows for a fact that I don't get home until six and sometimes later).

I had a pretty nice spread, rice with carrots, grilled chicken, beans, salad, homemade coconut ice cream (or limbel, like my in laws refer to the ice cream) for dessert. Of course my dining room table only seats four people, and of course the mother in law tagged along. First of all, she didn't even knock, she just opened the front door and walked in (much fist shaking was done on my part towards Hubby since he left door unlocked). Then she doesn't even acknowledge my existence until forced to. Let me tell you, it's pretty difficult to fit 5 people in a table built for 4; but I set the table and we were seated. Thank goodness my husband forewarned me that she might want to tag along and I cooked an extra chicken breast for her, although I gotta admit, I kinda wanted not to do it so that she would get the point that when she's not invited that it means she's not invited. Then she wouldn't allow my BIL to serve her, she had to do it herself. SHE PICKED EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF CARROT OUT OF THE ITSY BITSY SPOONFUL OF RICE SHE SERVED HERSELF! That annoyed me because, if you go to eat at a person's house, then eat the stupid food! Will it kill you to be polite and eat the food? (she's not allergic or something, she just.doesn't.eat.vegetables. Of course she didn't serve herself salad. She was mad that there wasn't anything fried to go with the meal (she didn't say it, but she has mentioned a hundred times before how she HAS to have something fried with every meal). Then she took the tiniest piece of chicken, I don't know if she wanted to martyrize herself or what (she doesn't like my cooking because I like to cook healthy. As in olive oil, baked not fried, lean not fatty, oh, and I use herbs to season my food. go figure) but she looked pained when said BIL took all the beans that we had and dumped them on his plate, so there was none for her. Then there was no soda (we try to not drink soda {well, when I'm around Hubby} and BIL and wifey only drink water) so she was forced to gasp! drink water even though we had lovely Juicy Juices and iced teas. Then she just wouldn't even speak, even after we told her that she was allowed to talk. In the end, she just stood there, by herself, while the rest of us talked and bonded. All in all, taking that monkey wrench out of the equation, we had a lovely time. Oh, and I found out that BIL is not going to see any combat. He will be stationed in Egypt and will just patrol a border, but he'll be gone for a whole year and will miss his firstborn's first year of life. That will suck.

I tried to upload some pictures of The Kid, so that you all may bask in the deeelishus cheeks but stupid blogger won't let me. I think it's gay. yup, very gay. I saw something on the news yesterday that made me do a double take. A couple walking in a Walmart parking lot heard crying and saw a pair of five month old twins inside a car! The window was "craked"! How the heck does someone do this to their kid? The man reached in and opened the door to get the kids out and they called the cops. The doctor that checked the kids said that the temperature inside the car was at least 115 degrees! He said that the children were taken out just in time. The stupid woman (I refuse to call her mother for very obvious reasons) came out of the store 30 SWELTERING MINUTES LATER!!!!!! Thank God that the passerbys heard the children and didn't hesitate to take them out. The police arrested her butt and I hope she stays in jail for a long time.

How does someone just ups and leaves their child in the car? To go to the store for God's sake! I'm extremely paranoid that I will forget The Kid in the car one day and am always checking and rechecking the backseat everytime that I go down to my car to pump at work. It's unbelievable, someone should take her reproductive organs and beat her over the head with them. There is absolutely no excuse for that kind of behavior and she should not be able to regain custody of the children. I better get back to work now. The past few days I have done nothing except camp out over at Karen's from thenakedovary.typepad.com. She got her referral! Please go over and congratulate her on her beautiful Maya Papaya! I fear that I may be fired or something for not doing my job. Better get back to doing it then. Ciao

*WARNING, ANGRY RANT TO FOLLOW. ALSO, INTRODUCING THE GIRL!



It seems as if I will never have time to finish the "about me" part of this blog. I promise that as soon as I find some time, I will do it. Right now, I have about five hundred bags of clean laundry that has to be folded, ironed, and put away. In other news, we had a little incident with my stepdaughter who I will refer to as The Girl! The Girl! is 11 years old and was barely two when her parents got divorced. Long story short, mom cheated and was horrible. The divorce was hard on The Hubby, because he fought it tooth and nail. He didn't want to get divorced, mainly because of The Girl! It put him in a deep depression and he didn't even date again until he met me, years later. Anyways, The Girl! opened herself up to us. She was crying because she still wanted her parents to be together (her mom remarried soon after the divorce) and because she wanted to spend more time with The Hubby. Good thing we had the pastors in attendance and they were able to explain to her some things. Mainly, The Girl! understands that The Hubby didn't want the divorce, was very much in love with her mom (at the time), and that is not up to him to be able to have as much time with her as he wants (he used to have her every weekend until The Wench decided that she didn't like that).

Let me just say that The Wench is very spiteful and stupid. She's a very bad person, thief, liar, con woman, manipulative. Her family hates The Hubby and the church that we go to (because the pastors refused to stop talking to him after the divorce, mainly because she was the one who wanted it), and have said God only knows what to The Girl! about us. I am glad that this happened though, even though The Hubby couldn't tell The Girl! the exact cause of the divorce (she's not mature enough to understand), she does know enough to make her own decisions now. This is something that will make us grow closer together as a family and not tear us apart. We get along just fine and she loves The Kid and he loves her right back. I love her to death, Just get annoyed at how spoiled she is over at the other house, it took us forever to get her to flush the toilet and do little things like turn on the shower for her bath. Her mom found childbirth too painful and said that she would never have any more children again so The Girl! is happy to get siblings on this side of the tree. Now she's pestering us for a girl.

The Hubby is planning to tell her everthing including details when she is older (The Wench threw a fit when she found out, probably because she doesn't want her daughter to know shes whoreish*). What do you think internet? Should children of divorce be told (when they can fully understand it) exactly what happened to make their parents split? Are there some things best kept from the children? What about those horrible women who will lie to their children making everthing seem to be the father's fault? Shouldn't those fathers have a right to be heard and justified in their children's eyes? Where does the line separating the truth and vindictiveness lie? Should the old "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" apply here for both parents? Will Ethan finally leave Gwen for Theresa? Will Sheridon find Marty?


*sorry about my cursing, did not want this blog to be filled with curse-yness but there is no other nice way to call what she did. Lady of the night? She who does not know how to close her legs?

Sorry I've been away for so long. Been extremely busy. Guess what, internet! I preached!!!! granted it was on a friday home service. But.I.Preached. All by my lonesome! And people liked it!. I gotta get more spiritual in my life and seek the Lord more and more. I did John 16:33 and got into the Strong's Concordance and everything! So proud of me! Can you tell? Anyways, that was part of why I didn't post last week. Spent most of my free time getting things right. I have not had a night/day off since the 9th. Every single night after work I have had to do something that is extremely important and cannot wait a day. Tonite, I'm going to my friend's farewell dinner. She is extremely smart and beautiful and is going to law skool in Boston. I will miss her. Did you hear me, Princy? I will miss you!. Yeah, that is her real name, ain't it cute?

My new boss started today and the day has been hectic. had not had a free second and don't see one at all until at least two weeks from now when the person that's training my boss leaves our office. She's already driving me krazy. On saturday, we went to the beach (everyone from church) and The Kid loved it! He spent more time in the water splashing and kicking and also playing with the sand. One time he was in the water sans pants/diapers/ oh heck, he was nakey. And he loved it. I have to go pump now but I will leave you with this quote that my friend said in church this weekend:

Stop looking at what's going on and start being a part of what's going on.

Two things happened this week. One really good; one, well, let's just say that I didn't kill someone because of it. Fine, I thought about it. Okay, I went crazy. There.

First off, The Kid reached two milestones this week. the first happened over the weekend, he decided to actually crawl like a regular, normal, human being. See, for the longest time we all thought that he was destined to just slide across the room on his belly. I mean, the kid was almost nine months and pulling himself up on furniture and could not remove his oh-so-heavy belly off of the floor. So I called his little move the G. I. Joseph (yes, now you all know his name. Shoot me, I dare you. Go ahead.....) because that's what it looked like, a soldier scootin' on the ground. This weekend we said goodbye to that as The Kid decided that the GI Joseph was soo last week and started to crawl. But noooo, The Kid decided that it wasn't enough to break my little heart. Nooo, he decided that this week was the perfect time to start cruisin', sadly, this means that I have to run to the store and babyproof the house (don't call CPS on me, I never let him off my sight, actually, off of me. The Kid is always either stuck to my arm, or my boob). My baby's growing up...

And now for the other thing. Listen carefully internet, because once I say this it will never be spoken of ever again. NEVER. Okay, here it goes: The Kid put a roach* in his mouth!!!!!!! it was soo horrible! My kid! And a roach! Together! At! The! Same! Time! In! His! Mouth!! I freaked out soo bad, all I could do was bawl at the hubbie "How do you expect me to feel? My son had a roach in his mouth!!!!!!!!" I tell you internet, I almost had a heart attack. Call me selfish, but I seriously considered never kissing him again, or letting him bite, er.. kiss me ever. We were in the living room (which had just been vacuumed) and I was letting him play in the rug (bad, bad mommy) when I see him scoot a little bit, stop, sit, and bring something to his mouth (which fell off right away. Thank goodness for lack of fine motor skills). Inmediately I rushed to him and started to freak out. Needless to say, more fumigating is in order. I think we are all getting high off of the fumes. We removed the dining room table so that we can see better all around The Kid in order to protect him for those precious few moments a day when he is not in my arms or sucking the lifeblood out of me or trying to see how far my "dirty pillows" will stretch..


*Thank you very much extremely icky nasty tenant. This is your doing. May you wake up in the middle of the night with a big ole flying roach kissing you and caressing your cheeks!!!!!! How do you like that?!!!!

Pain, pain, pain, ouch, ouch. That is just about the only thing I keep thinking everytime I go to nurse The Kid when he's fighthing sleep. Those sharp, sharp teeth of his kept on bitin' me. Especially since The Kid decided that it was extremely fun to bite mommy and then pull your head away while still holding on to the boob. Not fun at all. I want to nurse him to at least one year but boy, does it hurt when they bite you with them sharp teeth.... and that's not all he's bitin'. Yesterday, my husband chastised him for bitin' my shoulder as he is wont to do and the poor kiddo got all whimpering and sad, with the lower lip out and everything.. It was sad, but needed to be done.

In other news, I crashed my car. I'm alright, no harm done, just a little fender bender, but still. It was the frosting on an already funfilled day. It started like this, I wake up, get ready to go to work, can't find keys. Look everywhere, keys are nowhere to be found. Realize keys are in husband's car. Said husband is at his job and can't get off until noon. Then the man who was renting the house before came by at noon to pick up his security deposit (funny how everytime it was his turn to pay rent, he was ALWAYS late, but when it's our turn to give him his security deposit, he calls and drives by about six times in three days), luckily (for him) hubbie was home at that time. AAARRRGH! I wanted to slap him silly! he kept trying to say that he deserved to get the full security deposit because the roaches weren't his problem because they came from the outside. He also said that we didn't give him enough time to clean up the house and fix the numerous holes, tears, stains and other such things in the carpet and walls. He said that "we needed to give him THIRTY days AFTER he moved out so that he can fix all that"!!!!! And we didn't even take half of his security deposit (that was a battle between my husband and me, I wanted to take it so that we could professionally fumigate the house but hubbie wanted to consider the man and give him a break). The man later went to our pastor's mechanic shop because of a problem in his car (they had fixed a problem in his car over six months ago and he thought that he should get his money back now that his car broke again). God, I hate dirty people, why can't people just be clean? How hard is it to dust and mop every once in a while??

It took us over seven grand to fix the a/c alone since it was all clogged up because they decided to take the filter off of it and let it run like that.

Am still trying to fix up the house, but is not going so great. Since I get out of work at five I don't have much time to fix up after work. The kid wants to play on the floor but I won't let him, so I'm stuck holding him most of the evening. Yesterday, I went to clean the hanging lamp over the dining room table. At first glance, I thought that the lamp was frosted. Well, it looked frosted to me. Dusty, but frosted. I cleaned it and the glass is most definitely NOT frosted. It is CLEAR, transparent glass. Not to be sexist or nothing, but the family living there had a couple girls that were between 11 and 13. That's plenty old enough to clean. I've been having to wipe the kitchen counter with pure ammonia every night (will start mopping the floor with ammonia every night also) to try to get rid of the problem. The roaches in the house, they be bold. I was chasing one in the living room and it JUMPED from the living room rug to the dining room tile! I've never heard of jumping roaches before in my life. Hubbie is going to the exterminators today and we are going to the home improvement store to buy the cabinets. We have already decided on the cabinets, we just need to know the price. I think once the cabinets are replaced (we are replacing the stove too, don't get me started on the roach that walked across the stove while the burners were ON) and the extermination thing is done, we will never see them anymore. I will be so glad of that. In other, better news, I made coconut ice cream. I was so craving that for a while and decided that I needed to treat myself. Brought some to the office and everyone gobbled it up. It was good. Really good. Ghetto, but good.

There once was a single boy living in a three bedroom house. This boy decided to rent the house out and live somewhere else. Said boy got married, have another kid and move back in the house. THE HOUSE IS CHOCKFULL OF ROACHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@!#!#!!!!!!!!

ew.

There were roaches in the freezer. The FREEZER internet! How in the world does one allow roaches to live in your freezer? There are cobwebs everywhere. I have roaches coming out of my nose. They've even gotten into my sealed plastic tubs. I can't move to a hotel, no money. What do I do internet? I didn't know it was this bad until I woke up Sunday morning and there were no less than 100 roaches in the sink alone. They were crawling on the MATTRESS I SLEPT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can people live in such squalor?

-btw, the tenant is soooo paying for this.

** The roach infestation is not a landlord problem at all. Before these people moved in the house, only my husband lived there and he didn't cook. There were no roaches. They were so icky nasty that they never even dusted the dining room lamp and there are humongous cobwebs all over it. Will try to post pictures as soon as the computer is set up. If I have to see that stuff, well then internet, you will so too. Only because I like to share.

Excerpt from a conversation with my MIL two nights ago:
Me: I'm going to the supermarket, is there anything you need?
MIL: Yes, I want some fruit punch.
Me: What kind? store brand, Welch's, et
MIL: No, no, no. I want the kind that's fruit punch. The one that comes in different flavors like orange, and lemonade; but fruit punch flavor. that's the one I want.
Me:.....
MIL: Yeah, fruit punch flavored fruit punch.
Me:

What kind do you think she wanted?

Sorry I've been MIA. It's been hectic here at work, my office mate suddenly quit friday at the end of the day and left me with a bunch of things to do. And then I had to coordinate and keep track of the two temps they brought to help out with the slack. Had almost no privacy so I couldn't blog.... In other news, it seems as if we will be able to move to our house on June 17th. That means I'll have internet again and will be able to keep you posted better.
Have to go now, work is calling.


monkeys.

Oke, umn.... maybe I should wait a bit to continue that history part. Too many bad things happened. Instead I'm going to tell you about the weird pets that I've had. And how most of them met unfortunate ends. Looking back, I think that it was a cry for help. Lord knows that if some child did these things now they would be drugged inmediatelyI'm going to do it chronologically and if I remember any later on, I'll add it. Some of these pets I have no memory of, I just know about them because everyone else remembered what I did to them.

****warning, there are some Elmiraesque* actions going on here, just remember you were warned. Just so you know, I don't think that little children should be given pets that are fragile and can die easily. If you must give your child a pet buy a dog, hopefully one that won't fit in the toilet. I'm just saying.

1. Baby Chickens. When I was very little, about two/three years old, my mom got my sister and me a dozen baby chicks (where I'm from, they sell the fuzzy yellow chickies as pets. They would die a couple of weeks later though because they were too little. They would also spray paint the chicks so that you could have an assortment of Easter egg looking chicks, very cute). Half were hers, half mine. One of my chicks would not drink her water, no matter how hard I pushed her head in the water bowl. Another one would not eat her food, Another one was a bad horsie, very bad horsie. I think I hugged one 'till I could hug no more. Oh, and did I mention that I had gone to the fair not long before? And that I had liked the merry go round? And that I tried to let one chickie experience the round and round? And that all I had left on my hand was a leg? sorry. I was not a bad child, just curious, very curious. I think my sister's chickies suffered the same fate. I have a vague memory of these incidents but it's mostly what I was told.

2. Lizards. In my grandmother's house there used to be a lot of lizards. I would catch them and put them in jars full of water and cover the lids. In my heart, I do believe that I was teaching them how to swim. But they never learned, I am sorry mrs lizard that your babies never came home. So very sorry.

3. Turtles and Fish. This one happened at around the same time. I was much older, like 5 or 6 and nothing was my fault. no, really. my sister and I each had a turtle. We also had a fish tank that had so many fishies that you could very easily catch them with your hand. The fish looked so happy in their tank. The turtles looked very sad and depressed. Can you see were this is going? Anyways, after talking it over, my sister and I decided that we would hold regular sleepovers for the fish and turtles. So that they could be friends. We didn't know that turtles ate fish. The next day the turtles looked much happier, and there were a few half fish floating around. We paid that no mind. Some time later, the girl that would come in and help my mom out to clean the house poured the dirty mop water in the fish tank. She said she didn't know that there were fish there. They all died. My cousin came to visit us some time later and poked my turtle's eye out. My turtle bit him. hard. My cousin threw said turtle out the window. Still don't know what happened to my sister's turtle though.

4. Crabs. Edible crabs, not the itchy ones. My sister and I (have you noticed how most everything bad I did, I was in the company of my sister?) bought crabs when we were about 6 or 7. Two boys and Two girls. Baby crabs. 10 cents each boys, 5 cents each girls. We also had a little hotwheels car that the doors opened and closed. Said car also would run if pushed backwards. Do you see where I'm going with this? The crabs would take rides in the car. Hers would be the parent crabs, mine the kiddie crabs (on account of her being older than me). the doors were not accomodating for the crab's legs. They would close on them and chop them. The crabs died one by one. legless. My girl crab only had a stump and a full leg. Not much else. My sister's crab survived, but that is a whole post (it lived in the sewer/drainage/toilet/who knows where for a few years).

We also had a few dogs, but we always ended up giving them away after a few months. We had two cats. but they died. That's all I'll say on the matter for now, except to say IT WAS MOST DEFINITELY NOT MY FAULT.

* Remember Elmira from Looney Toones? She would hug them and hold them until the eyes popped out of the animals, yeah Elmira.

We interrupt your regular programming to bring you the following public announcement.
teeth....

on teething, when the woobie was 4 months old, he cut his first tooth (bottom left). He had a fever, runny nose, crankiness, the works. Two weeks later he cut the next tooth (bottom right), fever, runny nose, crankiness. Then nothing, nada. Fast forward to two weeks ago, he started to cut the top two front teeth at the same time. Fever, runny nose, crankiness. Last weekend we bought a new car seat and the woobie was very cranky everytime we put him in it. We thought he didn't like it. Tuesday night, I get a look at his mouth and there is another tooth there (top left), not about to come out, it was already out. That explains the crankiness. Last night I (by chance) got a look at his mouth and there is a new tooth there! That makes four teeth in two weeks, brings it to the grand total of 6 teeth, two on bottom, four on top. Am very exhausted and tired. Although I like him cutting his teeth without fevers and runny noses I just wish he would wait a bit to let me rest.

He wouldn't let me have a good look, but I think I saw a hint of white on his lower gum............

over the next few posts I'm going to explain who I am, and what the heck I'm about. this is expecially so that when I say "been there, done that" you will know that I really have been there and done that. although I am only 23, I have been through more than a lot of people. I have three younger brothers, one older sister, one older half-sister, three dead older half brothers, one (same age) half brother, and (possibly, not confirmed) one younger half brother. that's all the siblings I know of. my father (parental figure, from now on) was quite the playboy. I had a very violent upbringing. first off, let it be known that I was molested by an aunt as a little girl. not just me, my sister and cousin also were. no one talks about it, is as if it never happened. although I've never tried to talk to my sister about it, I know that she would deny it. my family is like that. I don't think I have to go into more details than that though. second, the parental figure used to beat the crap out of us. I remember seeing him kick my mother's head into a wall when I was no more than three. he would also drink all the money we had and beat my sister and me up when my mother didn't send him her whole check. he would also threaten my mother (she was in the US and we were with him in the island) that she would never see us again.

now a little background, my mother had my sister and me out of wedlock which made us bastards and some of her family members treated us as such (only a few aunts and uncles). when my sister was a baby, the parental figure kidnapped her (hid her from my mother for about 1 month). I still don't know why my mother went on to have 4 more kids with a kidnapping wife beater. he would listen in the other line when we would speak with my mom on the phone to see if she was telling us to go somewhere and meet her family. he hated that I always told my mom that he was in the other line. oh yeah, I forgot to say that the parental figure was also a "pastor" (only when it was convenient to him). yup, the parental figure a pastor. a bible under the arm and a bottle of cerveza on his hand. he also would cheat on my mom every chance he got. one time my sister actually had to wait outside the house for him to finish his cheatin' (we lived in a one room dingy....that's a whole other post)

I'm not sad as I write this because I have come to accept my childhood as what it was. however nasty it was on the parental figure's side, my mamma (grandma on mom's side) made it good. she was the best grandma in the world (she died a couple of years back). This is it for now, I will post later. remind me to tell you about my unusal collection of pets and how they all (with the exception of like 3, that we had to give away) met unsavory ends.

Nothing much going on round this part of town, just the usual. things have been hectic at work since our whole department was moving one floor down in our building but we're almost back to normal.
the woobie officially has four teeth. NOT looking forward to him biting me in the middle of the night.

just for your enjoyment, and because im such a masochist; i'm going to post exactly everything i've done this week. we sold the house on monday and had to move the weekend prior. it is NOT nice to spend your first mother's day moving boxes, NOT nice at all. we have to stay at my mil's one bedroom apartment until the other people's lease ends so we can move into our house. arggg. it sucks big time. tuesday i had to go over to the DMV office to get my ticket taken care of. wedn went to skool-sucky. thursday had to go to a funeral, oh yeah, thurs morning my mil's car (which i had to drive bc mine had gone kaput the week before) completely died in the MIDDLE of the intersection in FRONT of my job, i was so embarassed i didn't want anyone to see me there. it sucked big time, fortunately, my awsome awsome hubbie had been looking at cars for me and was able to get me an awsome car. LOVE IT!. friday i went to this revival service really far away and got lost on the way there (for once, this wasnt my fault, i was given faulty direccions). saturday i had to go to the library to do my skool work (im taking online classes this summer and will be internetless until we move to our house, not a good combination) then grocery shopping, cooking, and then got together with our group until about 1am. sunday i was able to sleep in until about 730am (whoo-hoo) then we had to get ready for church and then out to eat afterwards. when we got home around 10pm i was pooped but had to get things ready for the week. oh yeah, forgot to mention, i work full time, breastfeed (pump 4 times a day at work), go to skool, and go to church 3x a week and have to drop off and pick up the woobie at the sitter's every day, i have almost no time for myself and the woobie still wakes up several times to eat at 7 months old. well, gotta go back to work.... man, im exhausted just remembering all i had to do last week, hope this week is less stressful.

This is it..... I have finally taken the step and started my own. not a lurker anymore but a girl, a girl with a husband, son, and everything else that makes life fun....maybe. umnnnn, ahhhh, don't make me get a sick kid to cough on you boy, I'll do it.