tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338477962008-09-04T19:16:12.458-07:00Now what do I do?Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comBlogger908125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-72496860656247067492008-09-04T07:45:00.000-07:002008-09-04T08:02:27.953-07:00

NOTHING! No cake. No icecream. Forgot the chips (remembered the dip. get it? i'm a dip? HA HA HA!) Forgot normal humor. Last year? I did a great summary of the year. I will do one again. Eventually. Not today. Though we have no plans today and I could I feel like a lazy ass. Quick summary of the year? Liam was diagnosed with autism. We actually had Christmas at home. My girla turned a

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I get a phone call at, like, 10 this morning. It's Kim. I feel like whining about cramps so I answer it. Informing her that I have cramps. She disregards that important message to tell me thrift shop. 50% off everything. Am I going or what? THE HELL?!! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS? Fuck yeah I'm going. Josh was in the shower but I was throwing on clothes and rushing away away away. Just me, a coffee

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-68049240486567175492008-08-28T09:26:00.000-07:002008-08-28T09:55:30.256-07:00

Being broke, grumpy, and an emotinal eater/coffee drinker? Fucking SUCKS. Worse? Is that TOMORROW is payday. I need payday to be NOW. I'm seriously considering returning a pair of jeans I got at Old Navy that I was going to exchange to get my $12 and go and get the biggest most fabulous coffee of all time and some ridiculously fattening lunch at a food court somewhere to make me happy. Except

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-73648300854760096772008-08-26T16:24:00.000-07:002008-08-26T17:15:04.178-07:00

So. las year we had Liam's speech initially evaluated and the results weren't surprising but were...very serious as we expected. This last evaluation went fine. Though she started using a typical preschool test which is ridiculously inappropriate for Liam's age. Then moved onto the same test that was used in the last exam. Except in her formal report? She didn't even MENTION the other test she

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-59327131220439265592008-08-25T11:40:00.000-07:002008-08-25T12:14:11.143-07:00

Alright. So I mentioned that Sunday we went into a used car sale at our local mall just to browse. BROWSE. You know how they are. And when I saw this vehicle? And saw its price? And sat in it? And test drove it? I was in loooooooove. So what the hell. Go ahead. Run our credit. It sucks. We have nothing to put down and owe way more on the stratus than you'll ever give us. And sure enough they

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Yeah. Girla woke at 4a. She kinda tossed and turned and wanted mama snuggle time. My body told me WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Though I didn't know what time it was. And no amount o laying, counting, music, and just plain ignoring myself put me back to sleep. So I got up. Went pee. Came out preparing to journal and catch up on the dvr but then? I had to come document this. I SERIOUSLY? Have

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-50269541727698682972008-08-23T21:59:00.000-07:002008-08-23T22:07:37.199-07:00

All I have to say is that after a week of bullshit? This? This officially belongs to us. Okay us and the bank financing us but it's ours. At $2 more a month than our previous car payment. Vs the $60 more a month than we'd agreed upon at the used car sale we went to. With a trade in on our stratus? Of ridiculous portions which, basically, came off the price of their car but they can't say

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-6745140480245958512008-08-22T15:00:00.000-07:002008-08-22T15:20:15.463-07:00

Oh. My. Hell. My kids are both asleep at the same time. Right this moment. Zonked out GOOD. I? No chance of sleep despite the fact that it's a fabulous time to do so. Or lay down and journal. Or sit on the porch w/o fear of my kids locking me out. Or figure out what the fuck we're going to do tomorrow. No no. Right now? I'm REALLY fucking mad. I know. You sense this new trend of mine? Anger?

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-71125329804588013872008-08-21T15:50:00.000-07:002008-08-21T15:57:24.746-07:00

I seriously seriously seriously SERIOUSLY? Almost keyed someone's truck today. I'd blame pms but I'm actually in the midst of the most obvious ovulation cycle in the history of mankind (where the fuck was this when I was trying to get pregnant with Liam???!) so maybe THAT is fucking up my hormones. I dunno but I have learned how to be ANGRY. Go me. That's a good thing from the girl that

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-20650818445196426742008-08-19T10:13:00.000-07:002008-08-19T11:42:50.144-07:00

Sunday we needed to run errands. And usually we do this as a family ordeal, especially with the ridiculous heat, but Josh's feet were really jacked up (note: use that referral already! must set up an appointment for him!) and walking was painful. So I opted to go alone. But instead of going ALONE alone I brought my monkey with me for a little mama and monkey time. Our first stop was the car

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-47353574449709832182008-08-19T07:21:00.000-07:002008-08-19T07:55:47.758-07:00

No no, not the shape. It's fine. It's the innards I hate. The ones that immediately give me the spins if the weather changes. If I have a drop of liquid in my nostrils. Which then? Sends my anxiety whirling because, not a big surprise, I hate feeling dizzy. It's a helpless feeling and it also makes it unreasonably difficult to deal with two toddlers. I slept strange last night. Waking up at 2a

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-54629089570784859322008-08-18T09:50:00.001-07:002008-08-18T09:52:26.601-07:00

No. Seriously. I smell bacon and it's making my mouth water. Whatever fuckhead is cooking bacon on their balcony or some shit or in huge enough quantities that I can smell it in my apartment needs to go straight to hell. I can also smell Liam shit. I'm trying to avoid that. The good news? The scent of Liam shit? Makes me want the bacon just a LIIIIIITTLE less than usual. I'd probably still

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-26132041188028134622008-08-17T20:45:00.000-07:002008-08-17T20:47:24.620-07:00

Details tomorrow when the financing is finalized instead of "i'm sure it'll be finalized I ran all the numbers and saw your shit credit and your miniature down payment and gave you way too much for your down payment and made your payments more than you wanted but here are the keys give us your filthy car and enjoy your new crossover" Until then just know that I? Am in love. ROOM! GLORIOUS ROOM

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-57888555661271939912008-08-16T21:34:00.000-07:002008-08-16T21:41:49.716-07:00

Going to the pool with two of the cutest kids ever who BOTH decide they want to get in despite the fact that one thinks water is the devil and the other wanted to run laps.Despite the fact that one didn't even have any swim gear on because I was so sure she wouldn't go in. Despite the fact my swim suit kind of floated up a few times making me feel like a clown suit (though my husband assured me,

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Wow. Just 100 posts away from 1000 posts. WOOO. All I can say? Is be glad I'm not blogging because I'm a sweaty, frizzy, bitchy mess over here. Fucking heat. I prefer the drizzly comfort of the northwest autumn. Not this bullshit pretend we're somewhere tropical degree wise summers. I hate summers here. I cannot wait until next week when it pretends its autumn and we get RAIN! And nothing over

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-39319998021328697972008-08-14T08:31:00.000-07:002008-08-14T08:34:57.733-07:00

So I emailed his teachers last night. In addition to the 'hi everyone my husband didn't have a heart attack' email I emailed Liam's speech teacher asking for info on the field trip this morning because I lost my paperwork. I got back one email. From her. That was strictly the time and directions to the field trip. Um. I'm really uncomfortable now. I'm sure they feel a little foolish for

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-50421159209151487672008-08-13T21:50:00.000-07:002008-08-13T21:58:40.125-07:00

Oh helling hell. Talk about awkward. So I text messaged J last night regarding the situation. Told her if I wasn't in class today for Liam to let them know what was going on. She told me she would do. Offered to help if she could. Randomly this afternoon I got a very sweet email from one of Liam's teachers saying that it was such a horrible month for such a wonderful family. let her know if

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-87753848619406031512008-08-12T20:14:00.001-07:002008-08-12T20:17:13.480-07:00

Evidently it was a heart attack. That's all I know. They are going back to see her now. Keeping her for 3 days for observation. Updates as they happen I suppose. At least she's obviously stable and fine if it wasn't 'bigger' news than that and she's able to be seen immediately and he didn't say ICU or something. So good news there at least.

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-81938732737621151882008-08-12T19:11:00.000-07:002008-08-12T19:14:37.154-07:00

Josh got to the hospital about 7p. He text messaged me to let me know that he hadn't heard anything. So I called him to ask if he'd even spoken to anyone. Evidently whoever he spoke with he didn't understand but his mom was "having a procedure done with dye to look at her heart". Okay. Standard to test to see if she is/was/did have a heart attack. So he, husband, and husband's mom are in a

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-61448973529982082212008-08-12T17:54:00.000-07:002008-08-12T18:05:05.573-07:00

A week or so ago Josh's mom called twice in one day. No messages. Just randomly called. I made him call back. She didn't answer so he left a message saying he saw she called. She called back and said her phone must have called accidentally. It was doing that. Um. That makes no sense. If a phone calls accidentally? You then get a 3 minute long message of dead air. I know. My phone has done that.

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-80412647629307155562008-08-12T08:45:00.000-07:002008-08-12T09:11:17.198-07:00

Eh. I've been eh lately. Currently I have a bit of a headache. And my bowels are pissed off. And the urge to go make myself puke is so ridiculously high it's disturbing. I'm not going to. I'll take an Excedrin so I have the excuse of not wanting to lose the medication from my system to make me not throw up. But the fact that I have to give myself a reason other than, I dunno, don't do it?

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-27878447927305566132008-08-09T06:40:00.000-07:002008-08-09T15:33:53.844-07:00

My mom and I have been getting along really well lately. So long as I ignore her over enthusiasm for her new diet and exercise routine she has been on for, um, 3 days, that she thinks the whole world should do (she uses HER high blood pressure as a reason. mother. my bp? near the um hello low zone. seriously. even freaked in the hospital? the highest it reached waas 130/90. normally? i live in

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-43017699924745883402008-08-07T07:39:00.000-07:002008-08-07T08:13:12.011-07:00

For some reason, as everyone in the house sleeps ridiculously adorably, I feel inspired to write a list of things I love about those two people who I gave birth to. In list form because, ya know, I love me some lists! Things I love about those kidfolk: 1. The way that when they are tired and want to sleep they fight each other for the ability to snuggle up to me to fall asleep. And often and up

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-29526952430453331832008-08-06T06:57:00.001-07:002008-08-06T07:15:17.435-07:00

Dammit. My last true panic attack was my first night in the hospital. Which was almost 18 days ago. I woke up at 4am in a total panic. On the good ol 1-10 scale (0 being no panic, yes I realize there's no zero in 1-10 however zero IS included. i don't know I didn't make the rules, and 10 being utter hell need excessive medication admit me to the hospital) I was a good solid 7. I had physical

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377565556936721269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847796.post-48651098910937817652008-08-04T21:05:00.000-07:002008-08-04T21:11:50.960-07:00

OMG my legs hurt. I'm going to soak my feet. Have had a few great days despite the ridiculous heat today. Really overdid it and my fibrofatigue has set in like no other. Had to bail on tentative plans tonight which totally bummed me out. Though I did play the foil fairy to make up for it. Well, Josh did as Liam shit himself as we were leaving the store and that needed to be dealt with

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