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............