PsychoBabble

Moving on

2008-09-29T16:31:00.000-07:00

Just crawling out from under my rock to say I have returned. But I'm doing it over here (http://freefromitallnow.wordpress.com/) now

Hope to see you there!

mini update

2007-12-31T10:31:00.000-08:00

Putting an offer in on a house close enough to town to get dsl.
Cross your fingers for me!!

No acess

2007-11-01T12:49:00.000-07:00

No internet access, temporarily cut off.
Love you all.
Be back eventually!

He's here

2007-09-12T22:02:00.000-07:00

Baby Brother was born 9/7/07 22:36
21 3/4"
8lbs 13oz

Pictures over here

Apartment Living

2007-08-17T12:20:00.000-07:00

Things I Won't Miss About This Apartment

1) The galley kitchen. While I suppose I could be positive and see it as conveinent that I don't have to move more than two steps in any direction while cooking/cleaning, it will be nice to have a kitchen that allows more than one person in it at a time.

2) The sticky lock on the front door. It shouldn't take 5minutes of cursing under my breath to get the key out. I'm just saying.

3) The flight of stairs leading up to our "ground floor" apt. I know we're technically on the ground floor, but it would have been nice if you had mentioned the building was the only one built on top of the hill.

4) The laundry room. There's always at least one dryer where the heat is not working. Unfortunately, it's never the *same* dryer two days in a row.

5) The herd of elephants that live above us. Seriously, I know some noise is to be expected. I even understand that you have a toddler, and there will be some running back and forth.
What I don't get is the running back and forth, and the loud crashes, after midnight. Is your kid seriously up that late? Or is that just part of your kinky sex games? Either way, please keep it down! My child is convinced there are monsters on her ceiling.

6)The window-unit AC. Oh, how I wish I had realized how good the central AC was to us. Both in the $$ department, and in the actually cooling the place off department.

Our newest addition

2007-08-06T10:18:00.000-07:00

The first time we laid eyes on him, we fell in love...
hehe, no there's no baby yet, but meet our new little addition!

Update

2007-07-18T11:04:00.000-07:00

Re: The poor persecuted Christian in the UK

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19806312/

The High Court ruled against her. And for my dear friends who would like to think that it's solely b/c she's a Christian,

Last year, the Law Lords rejected Shabina Begum’s appeal for permission to wear a Muslim gown at her school in Luton.

And the school stated,

...allowances were made for Muslim and Sikh pupils only for items integral to their religious beliefs and that, for the same reason, crucifixes were also allowed. But it argued that the purity ring was not an integral part of the Christian faith.

Emphasis mine.

Blahs

2007-07-07T01:42:00.000-07:00

A Severe Case

I'm suffering from a severe case of I-don't-care.

I don't care....

...that you feel that I'm not focusing on your training. I'm not. You work two nights out of the week, and missed half of that over the last two weeks. And you informed tonight, that yet again you won't be there tomorrow. So...I'm going to focus on getting the person who shows up consistently the training she needs. So that the hard work I put into fixing the hellish issues plagued by this shift, isn't completely wasted when I leave. Thank you.

...that we're broke. Again. I should. Because it sucks. But I'm tired, physically, and I have no energy left to pull yet another extra shift. Sorry. You figure it out this time, I'm done.

...that some random internet stranger thinks I'm a, to quote, "negative bitch"
Thanks for the newsflash. Yeah, sometimes I am. Maybe more often on-line lately, perhaps because spewing that all over the people around me IRL would be less than helpful?
There's a little X in the corner of your screen, if that bothers you.

...that you expected me to be the same person I was when you knew me at 16yrs old. Get over it. People change, and frankly, if you *haven't* grown and changed over the last 6-7yrs, well, I feel a tiny bit of pity for you. But only a little, b/c I'm done wasting energy on someone else's issues.

Meh. I'm going to bed.

Christianity

2007-06-26T11:51:00.000-07:00

Re: The War on Christians

LONDON (Reuters) - A teenage schoolgirl will appeal to the High Court on Friday to overturn a ban on her wearing a "purity ring" at school to symbolize her decision to abstain from sex before marriage.

Link

Rules are rules. She and her parents agreed to them when she was enrolled. Don't like them? Fine, go elsewhere. I'm just so tired of hearing about the poor little picked on Christian. It's a fairly safe bet that if this were re: a student wanting to wear a pentagram, it wouldn't have gotten the attention that this story has.

"Yes, the long war on Christianity. I pray that one day we may live in an America where Christians can worship freely! In broad daylight! Openly wearing the symbols of their religion…. perhaps around their necks? And maybe — dare I dream it? — maybe one day there can be an openly Christian President. Or, perhaps, 43 of them. Consecutively." — Jon Stewart

Mortality

2007-06-23T14:44:00.001-07:00

A blogosphere friend of mine experienced a horrible loss on the 21st.
NYCWD lost his 5yr old son to a swimming pool accident.
I don't even know what to say. I've written about 15 different things, trying to express my sympathies, and how much I wish I could change things for WD and his family.

There really are no words.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go wake someone up from her nap and hold her very tightly.

My name is What?

2007-06-11T08:50:00.000-07:00

Just call him Shady

Cash came up a $100 short last night at work. I counted every penny in that place 15million times, trying to find it.
So I let my boss know what's going on, make my deposit and go home.

Well, now he's claiming my deposit is somehow over...by, you guessed it, $100.

Bullshit. Bulleffingshit. There is no way in the world that I "miscounted" by $100. I'd have to be borderline retarded to pull that one off.

The last time a shift(not mine, thank you) came up very short ($70) he went into the system and changed the numbers around. W/out actually putting the money in. In order to cover his ass.

Eventually this is going to catch up to him. Dumbass.

Dear Friend

2007-06-10T10:55:00.000-07:00

Let's just agree to disagree

I honestly believe we will never hold the same opinion on what constitutes the hardest job in the Corps.
You maintain that it's those who are left at home, struggling to carry on without their loved one.
I believe it's those who are yanked out of their familiar surroundings, sent into a hostile place, and have to deal with being shot at on a daily basis.

You're not going to change my mind on this. At least, I seriously doubt you will come up with a convincing enough argument that I suddenly say, "You know, you are so right, being a military spouse IS the hardest job in the military."

Now, I can overlook our difference of opinion. But only if you stop bringing it up every other time we see each other.
This debate is getting old, and it's getting difficult to retain any respect for someone who really believes dirty diapers trump IEDs. I'm just sayin'....

In other news, our temporary license plates arrived yesterday.
So did our actual license plates....
Gotta love the gov't. Not sure if it was the DMV or the postal system who's to blame this time around though.

Oh brother

2007-06-09T13:18:00.000-07:00

I'm so not decisive...

I may have an opportunity to go back to school sooner than anticipated.
But I have forgotten what it is I want to be when I grow up.

I know I don't want to do what I started school for, but I'm not sure where to go now.

WTF?

2007-06-04T12:25:00.001-07:00

Snake vs. Kid

Some fucktards let an infant "play" with a defanged cobra.
Both the snake and the child should be taken away from these grade-A dumbasses.
The only plus is at least this isn't yet another video from the US...these idiots are from somewhere else. India, I think the poster said.

They ought to be sterilized.

Sure it's defanged, but 1)it's still cruel to the snake and 2) they're teaching the poor kid that snakes are okay to play with. What if next time s/he finds one, it's not defanged?

Random Shit Day

2007-06-04T10:40:00.000-07:00

*I live next door to a Jerry Springer episode

*I get pissy when woken in the wee hours by Jerry Springer episodes

*Sometimes I see someone say they are going to/did name their child(ren) something awful and I have to bite my tongue really hard

*It usually takes me about 4 tries to spell "tongue" and sometimes I just give up and rephrase what I was saying.

*My daughter is acting like a two year old. It was like a giant switch was thrown on Friday.

*A lot of blogs on my blogroll aren't popping up as updated when they post. I think mine is one of them, but I'm too lazy to fix it. Sorry.

Photos from the Holiday

2007-06-01T11:36:00.000-07:00

Camping with a pregnant woman and a two year old....

B/c we are just that crazy.

DD learned many things this weekend. She learned the color blue, the number 4, the "number" 'O' and that rocks don't go in the mouth.
But she started off the weekend by learning a very important skill...

...how to fetch Daddy a beer.
*sigh*

But she really did like camping. See the chair there that is blue? I had to hear that it was blue about 50million times.

Note the large amount of dirt on the child's face...to quote, "Daddy! I like dirt!"

We also did some 4wheeling.

Dd managed to fall asleep during most of the hills.

Dh and I, after sleeping on the rocky ground, with one sleeping bag between us(about halfway through the night, dh got kicked out in favor of someone smaller, and actually had a pretty chilly night. Poor guy) and no shower.

All in all, it was a good weekend.
We drove the jeep there and back and made it the whole way.
Actually, the most extensive injury to the jeep was caused by dd yanking on the blinker and managing to break the arm off. Daddy forgave her thought, at least this time.

2007-05-31T07:42:00.000-07:00

Remember the psycho that dh dated oh 5 or 6 years ago? The one that was spreading rumors that he's a drug dealer about 2 to 3 months ago? Who apparently hasn't moved on, even though it's been 5 or 6 years and 3kids(2 of ours and one for her) later? That one?

Well, yesterday, I get a call from a blocked number. Some woman asked for dh by his full name, which isn't exactly an uncommon name, and hung up when I said I was his wife, and could I take a message for him?
I *69ed b/c we've had a problem with hangups for the last week or so. That's how I know it was a blocked #.
I wondered about it for a moment or two, but ultimately wrote it off to a prank. B/c even though that would be a horribly cliche'd way to find out dh was cheating, I just don't think he is.
[Sidenote: I may read too many "horrible awful divorce followed by overcoming my fears and dating again and marrying a wonderful man." type romances though.]

I txt dh, telling him to please give his girlfriend his cell number next time, and not the house. You know, haha.
He responds back with something like, "Very funny, haha"

This was all yesterday morning, he called me a little bit afterwards, and I guess since then, his cell has gotten 10 calls from a blocked number. He lets it go to voice mail, and they hang up.
I pointed out he could just answer it and find out who it is.
He says he won't because 1)if it was important, they'd leave a msg and 2)combined with phone call to the house, and the fact that his ex apparently still feels the need to talk ABOUT him, he's concerned that she may feel the need to talk TO him. And he just flat out doesn't want to acknowledge her.

Now, of course we don't know for a fact that it is her. We just have an uneasy feeling, coupled with the fact that very few people in our lives feel the need to harass us. Or at least, harass us while staying anonymous.

I Heart You

2007-05-17T13:38:00.000-07:00

Today I Heart newsbitch

While I feel bad for the little girl in this case, I have little sympathy for the asshat parents. And it's nice to know I'm not alone in thinking they were at least partly to blame...

Go Here Now

go figure

2007-05-15T00:49:00.000-07:00

Noisy Neighbors

Our upstairs neighbors have become progressively more inconsiderate over the last couple months. The last week or so, almost every night has sounded like a drunken party overhead.

I have nothing against drunken parties. If they were having them every weekend, I may roll my eyes, but I'd bite my tongue. But man, in the middle of the week? No, not just the middle of the week...every night this week?
Fuck. That. Shit.

I called the cops.
And as I hung up, I kid you not, they shut up.

Although now that I'm almost done typing this out, they've started up with the banging/door slamming again.

Cops will be here soon, though.
Who thought I'd be the bitchy complaining neighbor?

Military Spouse Appreciation Day

2007-05-11T12:44:00.000-07:00

Vlog: Another Hallmark Holiday

Hilarious video

2007-05-10T23:13:00.000-07:00

I was reminded of my daughter, oddly enough.

My husband

2007-05-02T15:03:00.000-07:00

The Drug Dealer

Totally surprising right? I know I was caught off-guard when I first heard, too.
But apparently that's the only way he could afford the things/vehicles we have, in the place we are.

Right.

So sayeth the ex-girlfriend, who's been his ex for what now? 6 years? 7? I forget. I forget, because either way it's a damn long time. Anyway, she deduced all this from his myspace profile. And spread it around the hometown where we still live.

I was kind of scratching my head, wondering why she would even bother at this point. My husband 'fessed up that he had sneaked a peek at her myspace, in retaliation, I guess? Whatever.
But under "Career/Occupation" she has listed...Subway.

So, this whole thing doesn't really upset me, because anyone who knows dh, knows he's not a drug dealer. And anyone who doesn't know him, most likely doesn't care.

But now, now I can't even be mildly amused by it. Because she's making me feel all sad for her. Look, I have a shit job, too. But I don't put it out there for everyone to see. I'm not proud to be doing a job that requires limited intelligence. Why would you advertise that?

So, what I'm really mad at her for, is for taking away my ability to be amused at her pathetic attempts to "ruin" my husband's reputation around town.

Ultrasound Friday

2007-04-23T11:07:00.000-07:00

It's a Boy!

Now, if we can just agree on a name. Dh likes Hunter. I'm not so sure.
Opinions? Or suggestions? 'Cause I really have no idea. If it had been a girl, we could have come up with 15000 names we agreed on, but this? Not so much!

Whiney Whinerstein

2007-04-18T09:58:00.000-07:00

Gird Yourselves Against the Next 4 or 5 Months

I was(am) in god awful pain, that I didn't remember from the first go around, plus doing all sorts of vomiting, again, so I called my dr, spoke with a nurse yadayadaya.
She says it's ligament pain, and the vomiting is from the pain. Take two Tylenol and rest.
She's going to write up a note for work saying I need to be off my feet every 4hrs for 15min.
California law says I get, w/in an eight hour shift, 30min unpaid, and 20min paid.
So she's basically going to write me a note saying I need less time than what I'm already entitled to.
Whatever. It'll also mention weight restrictions, which is good. I delegate most of the heavy lifting to my staff anyway, but this way I can tell dh that I am not just being a wuss, the dr said I can't take out the garbage. lol
ugh. I'm stretching to find the bright side here. 'cause this hurts like hell, and supposedly I can expect to deal with it for the next 20weeks.
I'll try not to whine too much though.
Since I only post what, two times a month lately? That shouldn't be too difficult *wink*

New furniture

2007-04-16T11:28:00.000-07:00

Photos to Follow

We're going to ignore the fact that I haven't posted in, oh, a month or so...and just jump right to the furniture, mmkay?

We bought new furniture, about a month ago, and finally got it today! Yay! No home to put the furniture in, come 6mos or from now, but new furniture!
The photos will come, after we do some rearranging. 'Cause the furniture? Bigger than I remember. Like big enough that we're going to have to shift the whole entertainment area over by at least 6inches. And figure out what to do with the second end table, 'cause if we leave it where it is, no one will be able to walk through the living room.

Update

2007-03-31T12:18:00.000-07:00

To the House Issue

I just about passed out upon reading that they are even sending us our earnest money back. Completely unexpected.
But good!

If you parked your car last night

2007-03-27T10:14:00.000-07:00

in the spot that I pay for, in front of the giant "Permit Parking Only" sign....

Then you are a dumb ass and your car is sitting 30miles away from here. Because I had it towed.
Because at 2fuckingAM? I am not in the mood to wait and see if your going to come and get your car out of my spot anytime soon.

And then, about a half hour after getting it towed, there's a knock at the door.(Our spaces have the apartment # on them) WTF? It's almost 3am now, so I go to the door, and by the time I get there, some angry chick is stomping down the stairs at a high speed.

Whatever. Touch my car and die, mmkay?

This morning I had some errands to run, and as I'm putting my daughter into my car, I hear this woman mooing and lowing on the phone about how she only left her car for 10minutes and she can't believe it was towed, and how is she going to come pick it up? I mean, it was only ten minutes, fifteen tops, and she was picking up her baaaaabeeeey, and now she had to spend the night and miss work.

Listen bitch, I can have your car towed after five minutes if I want. Because I PAY FOR THAT SPACE, and you? Do NOT. Which is why I have a permit, and you do not.
Secondly, your car was there a hell of a lot longer then 10minutes.
The engine had cooled off to the point that it wasn't ticking. The rain had stopped for quite awhile, yet your windshield was covered in raindrops. I sat there for 10-15 minutes just waiting for the tow truck. It then took them another 10-15min to hook up your front wheel drive car and yank it backwards out of my spot. *And* it took at least a half hour for you to decide confronting me would be a good idea. Although you changed your mind at the last minute(probably a good idea, btw)

I really hope you are removed from the gene pool before you have any more kids.

So have fun figuring out how to get your car, and where you're going to come up with the $300 or so to reclaim it. Perhaps next time you'll park in one of the spots marked "Visitor" and walk the extra 40feet.

Rollercoaster

2007-03-13T11:02:00.000-07:00

Of the Financial Kind

So first we're getting the house. Then we are not going to get the house. Then we realize, we might not be able to back out of the house.
So now I'm a wreck waiting to find out if the sellers will agree to let us back out of the house.

drama princess

2007-03-11T13:07:00.000-07:00

I Gave Birth to One
Warning: the following is a mommy-blog-ish post. There are bound to be a few, being that I'm a mommy and all...

My daughter is a two year old Drama Princess. I know, all two year olds are drama queens, but sometimes mine seems particularly talented.
Today, while mommy was in the shower, she was supposed to be taking a nap(in her new big girl bed, btw)
She dumped out all her toys.
Not a huge deal, kids do that, but she does need to pick them up. Now, Drama Princess has been picking up her toys for awhile. It's her cleaning job. Along with taking a dry cloth and wiping random walls and pieces of furniture.
So I tell her to pick them up. She tries to tell me "No"
That doesn't fly here, so she sits in time-out and is then told to go pick up her toys.
She sulks over to the pile of toys, and picks one up and *throws* it into the bucket. I remind her that we don't treat our toys like that, or else mommy will put them away(we went through a few books/toys before mommy decided, mean or not, Princess will take care them. At least, as best a two year old can. I'm not completely unreasonable here)
So she gingerly sets the next one on the bottom of her bucket.
I tell her that I'm going to finish folding the laundry, she needs to finish picking up her toys, and when we're both all done, we'll go shopping.
After about 3 toys, she comes out clutching her arm. "Momma, it hurts!"
I check her, and send her back.
A few more minutes go past, and she's back, clutching her head. "Ohhh, momma, hurts!"
I send her back.
She is MAD
She stomps off in the way only a child on the verge of a tantrum can, and slams her door shut.
She's not allowed to slam doors, and generally she only has the door shut during quiet time. So I open the door up, remind her that we shut the door gentle, and leave it partially open.
Well, I'm folding laundry and get almost to the end of the basket. I realize that it has gotten *very* quiet. I go to check on her, and I see most of the toys have been picked up. She has also crawled into bed at some point, and is fast asleep.
So I picked up the few remaining toys and shut the door behind me.
The whole thing took over and hour and a half.
If my little Drama Princess had just *done it* already, it would have taken her
*maybe* 20 minutes.

BTW, I'm on cam for a little bit. My hair has yet to be curled, I have no make-up on, and I'm in lazy clothes. Just so you don't come with high expectations, lol

Martinis

2007-03-06T01:58:00.000-08:00

What Kind Are You?

You Are an Orange Martini

Everyone's favorite drunk, you're fun, flirty, and charming.
Unfortunately, you often spark jealousy - and unintentionally start bar fights.

You should never: Drink and dial. You'll just end up with multiple booty calls at your door!

Your ideal party: Is huge and lively. You love to work a crowd.

Your drinking soulmates: those with a Blueberry Martini personality

Your drinking rivals: those with a Dirty Martini personality

What Flavor Martini Are You?

anony mouse

2007-03-05T09:44:00.000-08:00

I Can't Take It Anymore!

I had to turn on word verification. I'm sorry. It's a pain in the ass, I know. But I couldn't take the fucktards with their spammage anymore.
Forgive me.

Unreasonable

2007-03-03T11:46:00.000-08:00

Speaking of....

Okay, the first part will be old news for some of you, I apologize.

I am not being unreasonable by thinking it would be a bad idea to travel across the country with a 3wk old infant, when we don't have to, am I?
B/c apparently that makes me a selfish ass unwilling to think of anyone else.

He's suddenly concerned about being present for the birth. Which okay, I get, I'd like him there too, but I'm not willing to put myself and my family through hell to have that. I mean, hello pain? And the bitching when, *gasp* we have to stop every few hours to feed the kid? I mean, christ, the man bitched on a 6hr trip when I wanted to stop and feed dd some supper.
And if dd and I go home a month or two early and he gets his terminal leave(which is a good possibility)....he would be home for the birth anyway

And he's now decided that he doesn't want the military to move our stuff, he wants to do a DIY.
Which I think is again, a bad idea.
Everything I've found has said that they will pay 95% of what it would cost *them* to move us. Not what it will cost us, not 95% of what it will actually cost us, but 95% of what it would cost the military.
To me, that says, "You'll be paying out of pocket."

Not to mention, there's no way on this green earth that I am going to be moving furniture and/or heavy boxes. Nor will I be guilted into it, thank you.

And the last time we moved was a disaster, because he kept telling me he had people that were going to help, and then two days before, he turns to me and says, "So, have you figured out how we're moving things yet?" WTF was that?

And, as a friend reminded me, there's also health risks for me involved in a cross-country trip that soon after giving birth.

(now for the new stuff, lol)
I attempted to talk to him again, pointed out that what he was proposing was going to put my health and our kid's health in danger. He got angry, and spouted off some concerns about health care, which I had already looked into and was able to answer. He said my answer wasn't an actual answer and I was pulling it out of my ass.

He asked how we would get both vehicles home. I said, ship the jeep. He told me it would cost $3000 to do so. I said he was pulling THAT out of his ass.(okay, I didn't, but I thought it really loud)
In the past two minutes I've found two quotes for door to door service that are $1000 or less.

He than said 10minutes later that he wants a big screen tv. Nice to see what your priorities are, darling.

I'm on the verge of laying out his options for him. I never do that. But this is my health. This is the health of our kid. This is the sanity of both of us. That's some big fucking risks, imho.

1)He can shut up, and let me arrange things. He may have to be out here for a month or so without us. Being a big boy, I think he can suck it up and deal.

2)He can extend until our kid is *at least* a few months old.

3)He can continue to be a stubborn ass and insist on putting his family's health on the line, we will fly home early and *he* can figure out how he's going to move two vehicles and a u-haul by himself. He can also figure out where he will be sleeping at night when he does get there, because it won't be in my bed.

ATM Update

2007-02-27T01:08:00.000-08:00

Or Non-Update, Rather

They claimed that they would put it back when they balanced out the ATM. It's not back. So now I get to go through the bank that the money came out of, and file a claim against the bank that screwed me. Even though I'm a customer of both. Stupid, if you ask me.

Fuckity Fuck Fuck

2007-02-26T00:54:00.000-08:00

The ATM Ate My Cash

The ATM ate my cash. It spit out a reciept, it debited my account, but the money? Nowhere to be found. Needless to say, I'm a tiny bit i-fucking-rate about that. But being that it's 12:30AM, there's exactly shit I can do about it.
Will keep you updated.

Spammage

2007-02-22T14:36:00.000-08:00

On Ancient Posts

Seriously, if you're going to be lame enough to spam my blog all anon like, do you HAVE to do it on posts from last year??

Completely Anecdotal

2007-02-22T12:57:00.000-08:00

No Back-Up Source

Just wanted to make it clear that this is just a message board post, and not a verified happening.
And the message board isn't exactly known for the honesty and integrity of their members, or moderation team....(unlike the ladies at MAPS)
So I'm more blogging about the idea than the event. Does that make sense?

View Original Message Board Post

Gist goes: Woman and husband are asked by another man if this baby belongs to them. It doesn't. They report it to the police, police come, CPS come, report is filed.
Mother comes an hour baby is left behind to claim her child.
She forgot her kid.
For an hour.
In Wart-Mal.

WTF??
How do you forget your kid? Better yet, how can you defend someone who "forgot" to take their infant with them?
Not that I believe she actually forgot her infant. I mean, come on now. How do you let go of your stroller, walk away and "accidentally" forget to come back for it?
Unless you're severely under the influence. And if you are that drunk/high than you do NOT need to be responsible for another living being. I wouldn't trust you with a pet flea, much less a child.
I'm sorry, this just really burned my toast this morning.
Some people should be held down and sterilized, before they pollute the gene pool any further.

On Cam

2007-02-16T18:42:00.001-08:00

For the moment, anyway. See you there?

Well, that was fun. I hope you enjoyed watching me order pizza. But since this isn't a Fat Admirer site, or a Weight Gain Fantasy site, or an Eating Fetish, or Pizza Lover, or etc site, I'm going off cam to enjoy it.
lol

Only Child

2007-02-16T14:15:00.000-08:00

Don't I Wish

You Are Likely an Only Child

At your darkest moments, you feel frustrated.
At work and school, you do best when you're organizing.
When you love someone, you tend to worry about them.

In friendship, you are emotional and sympathetic.
Your ideal careers are: radio announcer, finance, teaching, ministry, and management.
You will leave your mark on the world with organizational leadership, maybe as the author of self-help books.

The Birth Order Predictor

Switching

2007-02-14T10:06:00.000-08:00

Still in Consideration

I'm toying with the idea of switching over to wordpress. The only thing making me hesitate is that I can't customize the free templates, and I can't really get my own set up right now('cause if I'm gonna pay to blog, I'm gonna have my own domain, dammit )
So, we'll see where that goes.

Bastard Blogger

2007-02-12T11:46:00.000-08:00

They Forced My Hand

They made me log in with the "new" blogger.com
I am not happy.
I may have to switch.
But since I be broke, it would still have to be free.
Anyone have any recs?

Used Car Salesman

2007-02-12T11:37:00.000-08:00

My Newest Title

We're selling the Saturn. We are now a 3car, 2driver household. And that makes no sense. Especially since we'll have to move all of them back home, if we keep them.
So the Saturn is going!
It's a nice little car, been very reliable. Needs a $30 belt, but other than that, no issues.
And I have someone coming to look at it in a few hours. So nervous! I hope he buys it, the sooner the better, you know?

"Bitch" Hormone

2007-02-08T09:32:00.000-08:00

I Think I'm Full Up

I keep doing/saying really bitchy things lately. Now, so far, I've been able to limit myself to those who actually deserve it. The truly stupid/annoying/pathetic.
But one of these days, I fear the bitchiness will overflow, off of my computer screen and take out a small village.

PS See me in all my "just rolled out of bed" glory on cam, limited time only!

PPS Okay, I have to go do some actual stuff now! Later!

Wake-up Call

2007-02-05T08:15:00.000-08:00

I'm Definitely Awake Now

It's 8am. I closed the store the night before. The phone rings, waking me from my sleep. I stumble towards it and slur hello into the receiver.
"Psychobabble? Your deposit was short $500 last night. You need to come in."
"Wha? Huh? No. Wha?" Having just woke up, I'm not at my most articulate.
"You need to come in."
"Okay."

Five minutes later, the phone rings again. "Never mind, I found it."

Crisis averted.

Promised Updates

2007-02-04T08:59:00.000-08:00

Why I've Been Too Busy To Post

Update #1 We were pre-approved for our home loan. Excellent news, even if the banker is the type you have to kick in the ass to get anything done on time.
So we put an offer on the house we want. So did someone else. So the owners asked for our highest and best offer and we gave it to them.
The countered with an offer that was 15000 more than what we were willing to pay. So we resubmitted the second offer. Because that really was our highest and best offer.

Update #2 They accepted the offer. So. It looks like we have a home now. It means DD and I will be going home earlier than Dh. But better that than traveling home 9mos pregnant or with a newborn, because

Update #3 the Patch sucks ass, and I'm pregnant again. I'm still a tiny bit resentful, because we were going to wait a couple more years, until everything was settled down.
But I didn't do my research, and the doctor didn't tell me, and apparently the patch is only effective up to a certain weight. After that, it drops by 50%. So PSA, if you're on the patch, check that out, mmkay?
Ironically, I found out about that issue about 2 weeks before finding out I was pregnant. Too little, too late, I guess.

Oh, and I graduated from the management course at McDonald's. Please hold your applause.

It's been a crazy, emotional, last couple of weeks. So I apologize for not keeping you guys in the loop.

major updates

2007-02-03T20:58:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the teaser

There are so many major life changes that have happened in the last week or so. And I want to tell you all about them. But I'm so drained at the moment. You guys are going to have to wait a couple more days. And I know that's a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry.
But know that I am still here, and I am okay, and they're not really horrible changes. Just big.

Another Milestone

2007-01-25T11:42:00.000-08:00

A Day of Firsts

Today marks several firsts for my daughter.
It's the first time she's been left in a licensed daycare center, as opposed to a babysitter.
It's the first time she's been in a room with 2 or more children who are within a couple months of her, age-wise.
It's also the first time she's ever been injured by another toddler.

Yeah, that's right. My baby got bit! I had barely pulled into the parking lot of my first errand when I got a phone call from the center. She was playing with the kitchen set, and had her back to this child, and s/he walked over and bit her on the back.

From what I understand, it didn't break the skin. And they iced it right away, and said she calmed down quickly. The worker said that dd looked like she was shocked, before she burst into tears. She didn't do anything to provoke it, and she didn't retaliate.

*sigh*

I know that it's an issue in that age group. And it's not a *huge* deal, as long as it doesn't become a regular thing.
But it still made me want to turn the car around and go pick her up right away.

Nohari

2007-01-21T11:56:00.000-08:00

We've all seen the Johari window before, but what about a Nohari window?

cam

2007-01-16T18:48:00.000-08:00

Voyeuristic Fun

I'll be on the cam for a while, feel free to pop in and say hi. In a little bit, I'm going to play WoW (expansion pack came today, woohoo!), and if you're really good, maybe I'll let you watch!

Sick and Cranky

2007-01-12T09:45:00.000-08:00

I'm Sick and He's Cranky

Meh. I'm sick, dd is sick, and dh is acting all pissy, b/c OMG!!!1!!11 I stayed home from work.
I handle food at work, and even if I didn't? You don't go to work sick. Not cool.
I'll spare you the details, but we're passing the Pepto Bismal back and forth.

Now, I know he's gone to work sick before. But that? Is because he has to literally be dying before they'll excuse him from showing up. Not my fault, last I checked.

VLog #2

2007-01-08T21:02:00.000-08:00

Babysitter Quits

2007-01-08T15:24:00.000-08:00

Childcare Takes Half My Check

My babysitter is calling it quits. I've called around to a few places, but the prices just aren't doable. Basically, half my check would go straight to daycare. Making it kind of pointless for me to work. You know?
So it looks like I'll be switching over to nights again. Oh joy. I really don't like being on opposite schedules. I feel like we're never all in the same room at the same time.
Excuse my lapse into teenage-drama-queen-mode, but this like totally bites!!

Cam

2007-01-01T09:13:00.000-08:00

Okay, the cam will be on. If you don't see me, it means I wandered away from the computer. Probably due to the potty training, or general chores.
If I don't respond, I'm not ignoring you, I'm just being my usual oblivious self, promise.
Enjoy your brief glimpses of me, and I'll try not to do anything to disgusting on camera, okay?

A fishy suicide

2007-01-01T08:23:00.000-08:00

A Fishy Death
I suspect suicide.

We are gathered here today, to mourn the loss of our dear friend, Sir Squishy. Sir Squishy has been a constant companion to us, lo these many months.
He was an active creature, going back and forth from one side of the tank to the other many times in the space of a day.
Sir Squishy always longed for the wide open spaces, and the freedom a tumbling brook could have brought him. That desire to explore the wide world is what lead to his unfortunate passing.
I suppose we'll never know exactly what caused him to leap from his tank, but I firmly believe he had decided that his ultimate goal was worth the ultimate risk.
We shall miss you, Sir Squishy.

2006-12-30T19:43:00.000-08:00

Year in Review
Let's take a quick walk through the archives, shall we? That way, you won't have to read them yourselves.

January saw me attempting to get my paycheck from the little shitheads at the local Denny's. Worst. Run. Place. Ever.

February didn't leave much to talk about. We went home for the month, and internet access was very limited.

March
brought a beautiful mid-grade bedroom set and accusations of recruiting for the other side in yet another Pink Stink board drama. If the Pepto Squad makes you nauseous, check out MAPs. Comes complete with intelligent conversation and sense of humor.

Then we come to April. Shitty BILs welshing on money owed, my daughter taking up chewing tobbaco and oh yeah, the week from hell. Quick reminder of that week,
"Monday-Punk smashes windows on car
Tuesday-Lose brakes on way home
Friday-spot bubbly walls
Tuesday-streams of bugs"
Lovely month, really.

May- My uterus falls out, I get smacked, and BIL (aka Ratbastard) announces his divorce(which, btw, still hasn't come about.)

June was actually pretty dull. But I was still recovering from April, so that's okay.

In July, I let some nitwit get me worked up with his "Enlistment equals abandonment" BS. I was put "on call" at Denny's (FFS), which lead to my looking for a new job. Which meant I got to meet the woman who wanted me to work for free. Oddly enough, that didn't work out.

In August, I took a trip to Fundie Land, and found out first hand how it feels to be "shamed" for attempting to get The Morning After Pill. I was all unemployed like and there was lot's of money-drama.

September brought me my current job, thank god. And it's still going well. I've resigned myself to the fact that it's McD's and determined that for the time I am here, I will be an asset to the company. Believe it or not, it's at least helping me with that whole, "be more assertive" thing

In October, we got World of Warcraft, and I spent most of the month MIA.

November saw me chastising a littering smoker.
There was also a ball and contact with long-lost relatives.

Which brings us to December, highlights this month include, My first video , an asshole of a FIL and...well, come tomorrow we'll see if my dh remembers my birthday or not. I may have to add on.

But there you go, a year with the Psychobabble.
Hugs and kisses, and may next year be a better one for all of us!

2006-12-27T21:35:00.000-08:00

If I needed to flee from the law, would you let me crash on your couch?

heh, just kidding. Mostly;)

2006-12-26T16:52:00.000-08:00

The Point Is?

I ask you, what is the point of this? The C-string

2006-12-25T11:48:00.000-08:00

Ain't Family Grand?
In case your own holiday drama wasn't enough.

Okay, Dh and his dad? Shitty relationship. The guy calls maybe two or three times a year.
Well, today was one of those times. Last time he called was about three months ago, and dh wasn't home. So FIL said he'd call back the next day. Anyway, he called today and dh wasn't home again. But I got to talk to him.
Apparently, he didn't remember that we moved, over a year ago, and sent a package to our old address. Now I can understand why he'd be upset to do something like that, but really, we've given him our address at least two times and sent him multiple letters with our return address on them. So it's hard for me to muster up much sympathy. I did promise to go to the post office and see if they were still forwarding our mail. Not much else I can do, you know?

Well, I sat down to the computer and opened our joint email account, which is the one we use for credit cards, paypal, ebay, etc and people whom we don't feel need our personal emails.
The one FIL has, in other words.

And I found this:

Well tried to get hold of you, and wish you a happy Christmas, but you were up north dealing with a "Jeep" I also found out from jen that you have a new address...would have been nice to let me know...I sent the baby a very qute christmas dress, and you guys a gift pack from figi's. I also do not know who has your birthday card, and cash?

I'm so mad, I could reach through the computer and slap him. 1)We did give him our address
2)At the time of dh's birthday, they were still forwarding mail, and given fil's track record, I'm more inclined to think he
never sent it.
3)Seriously? On Christmas day? You're going to send a snide little email to your firstborn, and only son, over something that was not his fault, but once again, your failure, on Christmas day? WTF?

Anyway. Very angry. I want to just delete it. Dh refuses to answer the phone when his dad calls and passes it off to me. He hasn't replied to the last two emails, and he says he's done. So a part of me just wants to delete it, since he's not going to respond anyway.
And then there's that part of me that wants to send something like this FIL's way.

David,

This is our joint account. I can recall Chris giving you our new address more than once. In fact, I believe I sent it to you as well. It's unfortunate that it never got written down. I'm more than willing to discuss this with the post office. If they won't release it to me, I'm sure it will be returned to you.

I've deleted your message from our inbox. I see no reason to ruin Chris's holiday mood with your snide remarks.

Sincerely,

Jennie

I most likely won't. Because I've always been very careful about crossing that line and interfering with their relationship, or semi-relationship, as the case may be.

But I do want to delete it.

Video Debut

2006-12-22T21:55:00.000-08:00

Video Debut

Meme

2006-12-20T22:35:00.000-08:00

Meme Post: 5 things you don’t know about me

J tagged me a couple days ago. Or a week. Or something like that. So, anyway, I thought I'd go ahead and do it. If I can. Cause five things? Kinda a lot....

1) I hate breakfast menus at fast food joints. I hate the stupid muffin sandwiches, and the biscuit ones. Sometimes I will tolerate the bagels, but the only breakfast burrito I like is the one at the Albertito's down the block.

2)I watch America's Next Top Model. I have not, however, sunk to American Idol, or WTFever it is.

3)I am painfully shy IRL

4)"Where the Heart Is" is one of my secret cheese movies. When I'm in the mood for cheese, bam, there it is.

5)I secretly like the war movies I'm forced to watch, but I'll never tell.

Tomorrow

2006-12-20T22:28:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is Christmas! Yay!
Okay, so it's not *actually* Christmas...but it is here at the Babble's place. Dh took some leave to get that stupid jeep finished. Hopefully. Maybe. Gawd, that project is dragging...anyway, he took some leave to go do that.
And then GunMan wound up being in the LA area for a job interview, so he drove on down and will be here for the next day or two....

So we're doing Christmas early. DD is too little to tell the difference, and the rest of us are old enough to get it, so. Tomorrow is Christmas! Yay!

One Week Later....

2006-12-19T18:57:00.000-08:00

One Week Later....

Well, it's been about a week since my last post. So it's about time to let you all know what's going on.

Things with Dh are going moderately well. He's been more laid back. And more helpful around the house.
I've been a bitch though. I was attempting to be less passive. Attempting to make my needs known, and so on and so forth.
Except that in attempting to be assertive, I kind of overshot the mark, and went into aggressive. AKA Bitch City.
Which was not exactly the goal.
So I had to apoligize. Ack. I hate apoligizing. I really do.

Work is going alright. I'm getting recognized for the stuff I've done. Which is a new experience for me. Ha.
So all in all, not a bad week, I guess.

Busydays

2006-12-10T11:54:00.000-08:00

Busy Days

I know I've been a horrible blogger/e-mail reply-er lately. I'm sorry. Really I am. I've been ungodly busy.
Out of the 14day pay period, I'll have 13days on my next check, to give you an idea of how busy I've been.

And I've been dealing with some not-so-new stuff, thanks to counseling.
My counselor seems to think that what my father did to me qualifies as abuse. And reading some of the stuff she gave me, I'm seeing a lot of similarities between my problems, and the results of psychological/physical abuse. I don't know though. I mean, I know I didn't have it as bad as other kids, and I only went to the ER once, and really, it was mainly mind games and such. And I know I could be a little shit. So I'm hesitant to label myself a "victim", you know?
But the good Doctor points out that if I don't accept/believe that it was abuse, I may have a hard time resolving the problems that stem from it.
So I'm working on coming to terms with that.

Auntie

2006-12-04T15:12:00.000-08:00

I'm an Auntie

I am officially an Auntie now. His name is Joshua, and he has an ungodly amount of hair.
To be honest, I'm not super excited or anything. I mean, BitchSister had a child. Yay.
Sure, he's cute now, but between being the grandson of Lucifer and the daughter of BitchSister? The poor kid is doomed to be DemonSpawn.
Unless, through some miracle, he turns out to be a sweetheart. Since I won't meet the kid for at least a year, I guess we will have to wait and see.
He is cute though.

GoodKarma

2006-11-27T07:45:00.000-08:00

Either Way, I'm Set

It's dusk as we pull into the parking lot. We were going to wait another hour or so to stop, but we couldn't take someone's protesting how hungry she was any more.
There's a minivan with an older gentleman climbing in. He lights his cigarette, and as he's shutting his door, the pack falls to the ground.
I lean over and pick it up, "Excuse me, sir."
He rolls down his window.
I smile sweetly and say, "You dropped your cigarettes, sir."
The man grunts at me and takes the suspiciously light pack. He then rolls up his window and drives off into the night.

I figured there were one of two things that happened. Either he dropped his cigarettes and would have missed them later. Or he tossed his empty pack carelessly on the ground. In which case I am more than happy to remind him that being over the age of 5, he should know better.

2006-11-21T15:59:00.000-08:00

It's that Time of the Year

The time where my mom starts bugging me about Christmas and my birthday. I always feel so greedy telling her what I want.
So it's taken about a month of nagging and complaining that I'm slowing down her shopping for me to get around to putting this together.

It's not too horrible, is it?
Although, it needs a book or two on there. So if anyone has any recent good reads, let me know, ok?

Thatstinks

2006-11-13T12:10:00.000-08:00

Well, That Stinks

So. I go to work. For an hour.
And then they send me home.
I got sent home early.
I'm not feeling the greatest, and since there is no one on base today(most had a 96), The Head One wanted to send some people home. And I guess a lady going through drive-thru was going on and on about how I was most likely a health code violation? Just throwing a complete fit.
I'm a little hoarse. That's it. My voice sounds horrible. I didn't cough on her, or lick her or anything. I was in the first booth, playing with the money, so I didn't even come within 10ft of her food. The only thing I even touched with my constantly-being-sanitized hands was the money, which I guarantee I could make no nastier.
Meh. So on one hand, I'm glad for the chance to rest. And on the other, I'm irritated because I really don't want to miss a day of work.

And to top it off, when I call dh to whine about how my shit job that pays me shit money kicked me out the shitty door...he gets mad at me! WTF? I should have thrown a huge fit and begged to stay? Right. That would have gone well.

Quick Note

2006-11-12T17:38:00.000-08:00

Quick Note

I'm updating my links. If your's has changed, let me know.
tankyewberrymush

TDAYPLANS

2006-11-12T09:07:00.000-08:00

T-Day Plans with the New Family

Dh worked up the nerve to call his Grandpa last night.
We're going up there for Thanksgiving. There will be crowds of relatives.
This is a good thing. It's a very good thing. For dh, for our daughter, even for me(since my family is mostly fucking psychotic)
And I am terrified.

I hate meeting new people, I hate being surrounded by crowds of strangers, I just hate it.....
I tend to freeze up and get all monosyllabic. It's horrible. It's like Me gets trapped inside this no personality, boring, gray person.

I'm not going to mention this to dh, because, well, not going to rain on his parade. But I am so flipping nervous already...

USMCBall

2006-11-11T11:38:00.000-08:00

Off to the Ball

November 10th was the USMC's 231st birthday. Every year, about that time, there are various Marine Corps Balls. Dh's battalion is a huuuuuuge battalion, so they go all out for the Ball.
This was the first year we were able to attend, due to ticket prices and such.

I managed to find a dress at an excellent price. ($30...woohoo for going out of business sales, eh?) I found a clutch, buy the boobie tape, lined up a babysitter. We're all set to go.

I go to drop DD off, so I can finish getting ready. I come home and find Dh swearing at his uniform pants, hunting for double-sided tape.
Apparently, when he had them sew his blood stripe on, they did a craptastic job. It's starting to come off, in the same spot on each leg.
He's freaking out, understandably so. I mean, he's going to an event where he'll be surrounded by 100's and 100's of other Marines, and his uniform isn't spot on? Oh, hells no.
Double-sided tape wasn't working, believe it or not. (duh, really now)
So I'm digging through my limited supply of thread trying to find a red that's close enough that I can tack the damn things on for the night. I did find one that came very very close. It was a little to light, but the places where the stripe was coming off were only about 2-3 inches long, and the jacket covered about half of that. And since I was only tacking it in place, and not sewing a seam, I didn't need to use too many stitches.
His uniform pants are not supposed to touch the ground. Ever. He was a little upset about that, but really...
The pants touching the ground in your home, with no one else around, or your blood stripe falling off in the middle of the Ball, while you are surrounded by other Marines? Let's think about this. Ok, good. Now shut up while I fix this.

Other than that drama, the night was good. There was a beautiful ceremony, excellent food...they really did go all out.

Carpal Tunnel

2006-11-06T20:14:00.000-08:00

Writer's Cramp

Recently, dh decided he wanted to get in touch with his family on his Dad's side. His dad barely kept in touch with dh, and was the same about contacting dh's grandparents and aunts.
So dh never really knew anyone on that side growing up. He asked his dad for his grandpa's address(the only one he's ever even met) a couple times, but his dad just blew him off.
I e-mailed him once, minus an niceties,(the guy's not on my favorite list)and got it out of him.
Grandpa was really excited to hear from dh and wrote him back almost immediately, as did his "new" wife...of 10 years.(Seriously, could FIL be any more clueless on his own freaking family??)
They sent addresses for dh's Aunts, and a great-grandma he didn't know he had. So we've been writing letters. He tells me what he wants in them, and since I'm the better speller/typer I write it up for him. I know handwritten letters are best, but his spelling is horrible, and my handwriting is unreadable. So this is how we do it.
I'm so excited though. I mean, this is my family as much as his. He knows them about as well as I do, and his grandpa is so welcoming. He asked us to visit about 4x in a two page letter. And says to be sure to let him know ahead of time, so all dh's cousins can be there.
One of his cousins was there when Grandpa received the letter and was, we're told, looking forward to meeting us.
And of course, the pictures of his great-granddaughter were raved over.
Like I said, I'm very excited. And very write-d out. lol

ETA Yes, I know the Halloween witch is still there. But then, so are the decorations out front. I can't very well change my blog skin before I take them down IRL, now can I?

2006-10-26T05:18:00.000-07:00

I Hate Mornings

I hate them with a fiery passion. I always have. Yet I find myself sitting here at 5AfuckingM, not because I'm still mostly drunk and everyone else has fallen asleep, not because I thought I'd pop in before heading off to bed, but because I now have to be at work by 6am. In the morning. Daily.

For crap job that pays crap wages.

I do have plans to speak tonight with the owner of a restraunt in town. See if I can get a job there during the days. Yes, I'd still be up at the ass-end of dawn(mornings come in ass-first in my world, thank you), but I'd be making more in tips than I am working straight up, and it'd be less of a drive.

They have the help wanted sign up, so I'm hopeful.

2006-10-24T15:02:00.000-07:00

The apartment owner has agreed to cover the ENTIRE cost of treating our apartment!
I'm so excited, which is sad in it's own little way, but let's not go there.
Friday morning, they are coming. We're going to need to bag up a lot of stuff and dismantle things...and all sorts of fun fun things...
I need to go get started.
I'll be back on more often now, hopefully. Fingers crossed.

Wow

2006-10-15T12:51:00.000-07:00

wow and WoW

My apoligies for the recent silence. On the few occasions I've gotten on-line lately, I just haven't been in the mood to write.
When dh came home, we "discussed" my counseling appointment in greater depth. He acted like he was [i]offended[/i] almost, at the idea. As though it were a personal attack.
But by the night of my appointment, he seemed to have come to terms with it. And when I told him that my counselor felt we should meet weekly, at least these first few times, he said that I should go as often as I needed.
He also apoligized for his initial reaction, and said that even though he has no intention of going, ever, if I feel it's what will work for me, then he'd support that.

Erm, ok?
Not what I expected. Good, just...not expected.

Anyway, the reason I haven't been on lately is that we got a new game.

We are now a WoW household. Occasionally, I can kick the man off, and then you'll find me playing as Keishanda, the rouge troll.

2006-10-03T19:55:00.000-07:00

I Am a Chicken-shit

Dh is out of town at the moment, and we missed each other yesterday. So tonight was the first real call we've had in a couple days.

I told him I had made some appointments. I told him about dd's well-baby checkup, and my yearly checkup. Mentioned I was thinking about switching up the birthcontrol....oh, and btw I made an appointment for counseling.

A totally chicken-shit way of doing it, I know. I'm half-ashamed of that.

But it went better than I thought it would. He asked WTF would I want to do that?

I told him it's because I'm not happy, and I'm tired of not being happy.

He just kind of said, "Oh."
Either like he didn't know what to say, or he didn't want to get into it over the phone, while he's sitting in Gunman's kitchen.

I know, I know, chicken-shit.

But I needed to tell him before he get's home, because my appointment is the day after.

Per insurance rules, the appointment is only for me. They won't pay for marriage counseling, only personal counseling. Whatever.

The counselor, if she feels it necessary, will ask dh to come in with me. But I will still be the primary patient, for insurance purposes.

Dh has repeatedly expressed the opinion that counseling is a useless waste of time. So I'm not holding my breath that he will go.

But something needs to change. I am NOT spending the next 50-60years living like this. No way, no how.

2006-10-03T15:35:00.000-07:00

Magnetic Ribbons

Avitable put up a Youtube today that you all need to go watch. Now.
'Cause it's funny.

$600

2006-10-02T15:51:00.000-07:00

$600

Six hundred dollars. That is the amount that it will cost to exterminate those damn bedbugs.
*And* there's a good chance that they will, or have, spread to the other units in our building. Happy happy joy joy.

There's 4units in our building. That's $2400.
That's a lot of $$$

The inspector talked to my manager about it, explained things to her, answered questions, all that good stuff....

My manager, who is a very upfront, honest person who has, in the past, taken really good care of us and our heretofore minor concerns, says she will speak to the owner.

So cross your fingers for us, that the owner opts to cover it all, and that we don't have to come up with $600 from someplace. Most likely twixt the cheeks, as I have no idea where else it would come from.

Worst case scenario, we pay the $600(borrow beg or steal) and then turn around and try to twist the arm(s) of the place that sold us an infested mattress.

ihate

2006-10-01T09:52:00.000-07:00

I HATE GLITCHES!

Stupid blogger, always eating shit.

ETA: I will sit down and rewrite the missing post. But because of something Avitable said in the one comment it got before flying off into the netherspace, I think I'm going to have a sitdown with dh first.

I know that he knows we have problems, because that part we've talked about before. But I'm thinking I should give him a little heads up on the rest of it, kwim?

Memories

2006-09-29T19:38:00.000-07:00

Memories

I remember this song from my childhood. My dad taught it to us when I was very young, and it became one of our favorites.
I forgot the words along the way, but I found the .wav file. Hehe, I can't wait to teach dd this one!

The Shaving Cream Song

FOADT

2006-09-20T15:27:00.000-07:00

FOAD Thursday

A big ol' foad to the neighbors who have woken me up twice this week at three in the morning.
I woke up and squinted at the clock. It was 3am, just about exactly. It didn't take long to figure out what had woken me up.
It was the hysterical sobbing coming not only through the window, but also over the baby monitor.
And it was the demanding voice, saying all sorts of endearing things such as, "I left that house for you!"
"How do you know I love you?? Is that our daughter in that room? Did I not make a baby with you? I mean, fuck!"
I felt bad for them the first night, but the second one? I was just pissed off that they could take their damn argument indoors, like normal people!

It's been awhile

2006-09-16T18:49:00.000-07:00

It's Been Awhile

It's been awhile since I last posted, I know. I'm sorry. I know you are all just on pins and needles waiting to hear from me. Or something like that.

I've been staying away from blogging, because I'm dealing with a serious case of the blahs. And 1)I didn't feel the need to drag everyone down with me, and 2)it's the blahs...I didn't feel like waking up, nevermind writing something.

But here I am at last. Happy happy joy joy.

I got a job. It's a job I hate, but it's a job. It's, surprise surprise, a McDonald's job. Management this time around, though. Some of you know my long-standing love/hate relationship with McD's. Mostly hate, but I'll admit that the ol' standby has saved my ass financially more than a couple times now. Actually, I think this is the third time I've gone *back* to a McDonald's out of desperation.

This time it's a management position though. And it's daycrew. So I'm not working with a bunch of half-witted highschoolers. Which drove me nuts even when I was a three-quarter-witted highschooler myself.

I think that's contributing to my blahs. I mean, really? Mcdonald's? Yech. Not exactly something to write home about. Actually, I still haven't told my parents. Eh.

Anyway, that's all I've really got right now....

DearAngie

2006-09-08T10:03:00.000-07:00

Dear "Angie",
Dear Angie Fergamom,
I don't know you. I don't recognize your name. Perhaps it's just a moniker you choose for your good deed. I'm cool with that.
But I want to tell you how grateful I am to you. The other day, when my husband brought the mail up, there was an envelope addressed to me. With nothing in it, except a gift card to our local grocery store. So we said our thanks to the mysterious stranger, and bought some things we really needed.
Then yesterday, when I was stressing because my unemployment check was not in the stack of mail, again, I noticed another envelope. With the same name on it, no return address, and a San Diego postmark. Again, nothing in it but a gift card.
Again, we were able to get some things that we really needed, without risking bounced checks.
Again, we said our thanks to the unknown stranger, but in the hopes that you read my blog, or craigslist.org, and would recognize yourself in this, I wanted to post something publicly thanking you.
Thank you,
Jennie

FOADT

2006-09-07T09:11:00.000-07:00

Fuck Off And Die Thursday
Today is FOAD Thursday again.
1)To my agent at the temp agency who can't manage to call me back.
2)To the asshat that thought 10:30pm was a good time to call and beg me to watch his daughter at 6 the next morning.
3)The creatures that refuse to die, in my bed.
4)Anyone I left out who recieved the death glare from me over the weekend.

You can all FOAD. Thank you.

2006-09-06T14:19:00.000-07:00

Labor Not Day Weekend
So, shortly before Labor Day weekend, dh's childhood friend, Gunman, calls up and invites us up for a visit. The cost was minimal, and he actually offered to pay for part as a bday present to dh. Which was very nice and very sweet of him.
So fine, I agreed to go on a 6hr(one way) car trip with the shortest one and dh....to meet a man I had never met, but heard many crazy stories about.
The guy is a sweetheart. Just the kindest, nicest, craziest guy I've ever met. No reason to be worried about meeting him. At all.
I had a blast, I learned a lot about dh's time with his dad(fil has been promoted from a PITA Loser to a Grade A Jackass, just fyi)
Dd was in heaven because there was a puppy AND a little girl there(Gunman's niece)
Gunman and dh took me out, because they said I needed to learn to shoot for self-defense. Now, Gunman is, well, a gun man. He has his own arsenal. So I shot a variety of guns, and the verdict is that the guns that dh already owns, are way too big for me. Gunman suggests that we get a shotgun, and teach me to hip shoot it.
But he also says dh needs to buy me a little .22 pistol, just to target practice with.
So at the end of the weekend, he lent us two different guns to take home and try out.

He was a real sweetheart. I think I have one of those "innapropriate friend" crushes on the poor guy. lol

No worries though, 1)the guy is 6hrs away, and 2)I couldn't just toss things away like that.
Plus, he shared that he's been in a situation like that(girl had a boyfriend, he was the sidedish) and he doesn't think that he could ever do that again.

lazy

2006-09-06T09:20:00.000-07:00

Lazy
I was indisposed all weekend(more on that later) and lazy all day yesterday. As soon as things are caught up, I will be back.
So sorry,
Jennie

2006-08-31T11:09:00.000-07:00

FOAD Thursday
A big fuck off and die to the damn creatures living in my bed. Said creatures are the reason my mattress has been sprayed with @$#@%^@~! chemicals. CHEMICALS. On my BED!
I am beyond myself.

And a FOAD to the powers that be, who waited until my dh showed up at work this morning to inform him that he has a 24hr duty today. So now, I have to run my ass over there with things like, a toothbrush, food, a book, etc.
Thank you, ever so much, you fucktards.

Full Circle

2006-08-29T09:32:00.000-07:00

Coming Full Circle
OR
How I Spent My Anniversary

Ah, memories. At about this time two years ago, we were getting packed to move to our own little place in California.

One of the things we did to prepare for this, was buy an air mattress, as we couldn't afford furniture right off the bat. We spent the first month and a half on the air mattress, before buying the cheapest mattress ever. $100 for the set. Even the salesman, when we asked about the advertised sale, was all, "Well, yeah, we have them. But I really wouldn't recommend 'em."
Oh, how right he was.

So two years later, we have a muchmuchmuch better mattress. Not top of the line, but still good, cost us about $800 with the discount. Pillow-top. Very comfortable.
And infested with these little guys.

Bedbugs. I have bedbugs. In my bed.
I am so grossed out. I mean, where did they come from? How did they get there?
Our bedroom has got to be the cleanest room we own, just because we really don't spend too much time in there. We'll maybe watch a half-hour of tv or something before bed, but there's no food, the dirty clothes hamper is in the bathroom. The trash is in the kitchen. So they didn't show up from nastiness.

The furniture we bought new, the mattress is new, the only thing not new was the swamp cooler. And why would there be bedbugs in a swamp cooler? Just in case though, it's sitting outside. We'll probably trash it.

We stripped all the bedding and bagged up anything cloth in the room; I'm washing it in color-safe bleach and hot water right now. We vaccuumed the mattress and the room. We're hoping there weren't too many, and that this will take care of it.

So Last night, on our anniversary, we spent the night on an air mattress. Just the way we started.

All Night Long

2006-08-27T12:05:00.000-07:00

All Night Long
Last night, we did it all night long. And it was good.

That is, we left our daughter with a babysitter all night long. You pervs;)

We went down to the only drive-in within a reasonable distance. The South Bay Drive-in.

It was nerve-racking driving down there, as it's only a mile north of the Mexican border. We really couldn't afford to miss the exit!
DH isn't allowed into Mexico (especially TJ) without special written permission. Too many Marines have gotten into a boatload of trouble. Last DH heard, there was still a guy from his old unit sitting in a Mexican jail. They're having trouble getting him out of there.
So we would have had to return to the U.S. side, which would have meant sitting in line for, oh, 3hrs. No, thank you.

But we got there just fine. Traffic was better than expected, too. So we got there about 1/2 hour before they opened and an hour before the show started. So we said, eh, let's go get some snacks (coolers are allowed). So we pull out, go to the Albertson's, only to find that it's a crappier-than-usual Albertson's, pick up a couple of energy drinks and drive back.
In the 10 minutes we've been gone, the line has exploded. We pulled into it, there was enough space behind us for one more car to pull in, without the backside hanging off into a busy street. And there was still an hour and 20 minutes to go before the movie began!
We both got in for $12 altogether, kids under nine are free.
We checked out the snackbar, since Albertson's stunk, and the prices were less than a traditional theater's.
And it was a double feature. We only stayed for the first one, Beerfest. Brought to you by the makers of SuperTroopers. It was ok. Stupid funny.

But we had fun, it was a good night.

And dd did so good at the babysitter's. Followed her kids around all night, went right to sleep, didn't have any issues in the morning.
I don't think she even missed us. The babysitter dropped her off, and when I went to the car to get her, she looked out the window, smiled, and went back to whatever she was playing with.
Can you feel the love?
Eh, this is the lady that's going to do daycare for us if I get a daytime job, so I'm glad dd was so relaxed about being there. It's a good thing:)

Plan B

2006-08-24T14:40:00.000-07:00

Plan B OTC

FDA approves OTC sale of Plan B

I'm so excited about this. They're hoping to have the pills available by the end of the year. I think it's such an excellent thing.
Now, no one will have to put up with the bullshit that I had to go through to get it.

2006-08-21T09:21:00.000-07:00

Disc Space and Crossed Fingers
My primary care manager from the hospital got back to me today with the results of my xrays.
She had to wait, because she can't read the XRays herself. Nor can she see OB patients. I'm thinking of changing my PCM to an actual doctor. I have no problem seeing a nurse practioner for most of my problems, but when it comes to who's actually making decisions in my treatment and such, I think I'd be more comfortable with a doctor. For some reason.
Anyway, apparently the back pain is NOT caused by the oversized tatas, like every doctor for the last 5 years has claimed. No, they are all wrong, it is disk space. I don't know exactly what this means though. I can't seem to find anything that lists "disk space" as a cause for back pain. They talk about things like infection of the disk space, and narrowing of the disk space. But she didn't say that. She just said, "Disk space"
And referred me for a little physical therapy.
Whatever, I'll try it. If it helps with the pain, if not, I'll just go back. To someone else. But my first appointment is this week.

Speaking of appointments, I have one for a job interview tonight at a Chinese restaurant. Now, I really don't look like I belong in a Chinese restaurant. I've got that whole super-tall, super-pale thing going on(yes, even with all the Cali sun I'm getting, I'm still very pale. Although not quite as pale as I was in WI. But close)
But I'm hoping that this place is really an equal opportunity place. Oh, they all say they are, but we all know that ambiance is really important in a restaurant, and well, in a oreintal establisment.....
I also have an interview set up with a temp agency. They have 400 jobs listed on Monster.com in my area, so I'm hoping that they can maybe help me, where I couldn't help myself.
So cross your fingers for me this week!

Free Agent

2006-08-19T19:01:00.000-07:00

Free Agent
Well, sort of. We paid for a spot on a deep sea fishing trip for dh as a birthday present, before the shite hit the fan. So that's where he is.
And I am here.
With my homemade burgers and all the fixings.
And the XBox all to myself.
And plans to order in some spicy buffalo wings, all messy and drippy with sauce. The ones that are so messy, it's embarrassing to eat them in public.
Ahh...it's a good night.

Actually, I'm having a better time than dh. He fished for about 10min and spent the rest of the day being seasick. He's been an ass lately, so I only felt sympathetic for a teenytinylittlebit.
He's been a major ass. Like an I-almost-walked-out-of-here-carrying-our-daughter-with-no-
intention-of-coming-back-until-he-fixed-his-head-up-ass-problem type of ass.

FOADT

2006-08-17T19:10:00.000-07:00

Fuck Off and Die Thursday

I almost forgot it was FOADThursday today.

My first FOAD shall go to all companies who have an automated phone screening for all aplicants. Especially Rite-Aid. $8/hr is not worth the hell that stupid system put me through. Misunderstanding answers, repeating questions, bitch, my salary needs just went up $2/hr.

My second FOAD shall go to any military wife that lives up to the sterotype and cheats on her husband/boyfriend with another military member. Especially if said second member is also married.
You are scum, and your scumminess taints the rest of us.
Whore.

And lastly, a FOAD to anyone who thinks I'm going to work during the day, for min. wage. I can't afford to do that. That's why I either put down $10/hr or only available nights and weekends. Depending on the application.
There was a reason.

This Angered Me

2006-08-16T18:57:00.000-07:00

This Angered Me

I came across this blog about this article.
I'm a little angry.
Why on earth would TSA feel it necassary to automatically search all returning soldiers? Now, I'm not saying that the soldiers should be exempt from RANDOM searches, but to single them out and pull them aside, because they are military, I don't understand why?

Head No longer in Ass

2006-08-12T21:42:00.000-07:00

Head No Longer in Ass

I made a list. I dragged the man with me. (no big deal, he's usually with me anyway. So he should have known he was being an idiot) We stuck to the list. And walked away spending a little more than double what he had previously wished for. Because we were out of everything. Everything.
He did not wince at the register. He did not mutter while loading the car. There was pleasant conversation on the way home, and he unloaded the groceries himself.
I am pleased to conclude that his head must no longer be up his ass. At least for the time being.

I'm Going to Use the Insurance Money for Groceries

2006-08-11T18:47:00.000-07:00

More Drama
or
I'm Going to Use the Insurance Money for Groceries

I'm beginning to feel like a frigging drama queen. That's all there is around here lately. It's crazy, I tell you, crazy. And I'm reaching the end of that proverbial rope. I'm going to snap and kill some*coughDHcough*one pretty soon here.

Tonight he was all about, "We need to save money. I hate being paycheck-to-paycheck." Yes, honey, we all hate it. It sucks. A lot.

So what was his brilliant plan to save money, you ask? Downgrade the cable (even further)? Put his cell on "vacation" (down to $5 a month. Can't use the phone, and extends your contract)? Um, well, we've already cut or downgraded everything else. Right down to my eyewear. Yeah, that's right, I am coming to you all squinty-eyed and such.
*pause*
Well, ok, not really, I just haven't gotten an updated prescription.
You see? This drama whorishness is flippen' contagious or something!

Anyway.
What was his plan? I should figure out how to feed all three of us for under $40 a week. That's right. Even though we have run out of everything from toilet paper, to meat, to diapers, to fish food...under $40.

Exact words? "Don't be walking out of there with a $50 grocery bill."

*blink*
*blink*

"Whaaaaa??"

Ok, um, let's see. $50. We agreed to set aside *at least* that much for when he goes on his(already paid for and booked so there's no way to get the money back now) fishing trip at the end of the week. For gas, food, and such.

But I'm supposed to spend less than that on GROCERIES???
Yeah, um, no.

I'm going to buy what we NEED. There are no luxeries on that list, no frozen pizzas, no junk food, no soda...I'm not buying new shoes or getting my nails done. I'm not going to drop a couple hundred on clothing or anything. Although I assure you I could, quite easily.
But I am going to buy what we need, and I'm not going to listen to any whining and moaning about it, either.

~stomps off to sulk, whilst muttering~ "I'm going to kill the man, and then use the insuance money to buy all sorts of damn groceries."

Smackage, Pimpage and FOAD

2006-08-10T18:54:00.000-07:00

Smackage, Pimpage and FOAD

First, the smackage....

I Got Smacked
So I said something like, "TY for the smackage. And for the comments.
It'll probably be awhile before anything changes, like someone mentioned, thereÂ's some hairy shiznit going down herewink and time is limited.
But I'm making note of the things you guys said, for when it does change.
Thanks for the review, thanks for reading, see yaÂll later!"
And I mean it. Eventually things will change up around here, they always do, and when that time comes I'll keep what everyone said in mind. Oh, I know I won't ever please everyone, but there were some valid complaints.

...then the pimpage...

Just wanted to list off some kick ass sites I've come across recently, as well as some I've frequented for awhile.

Did I say that? Message board frequented by some very cool bloggers.

Jane Loves Tarzan Go read her FOADT entry. Dedicated to all dickheads everywhere.

MAPS A military and spouses board that is nowhere near as nauseatingly drama filled as most. You know all the stupid spouses that give the rest of us a bad name? They're (mostly) not at this site.

...and finally, the FOAD..

A big hearty Fuck Off And Die Thursday to the California Unemployment Office, the North County Times classified website, and the bitch who almost t-boned me on my way home today. And then flipped me off. Even though my light was so green, and her's was far from it. Yeah, an extra FOAD to you.

Oweya

2006-08-10T10:11:00.000-07:00

IOU
I owe you all an update, plus a thanks to IT2M for some smackage. And it's FOAD Thursdays today, too.
But I have two short people running around right now, so it's going to have to wait. Hopefully by tonight I should be able to get on for a decent amount of time.

And the beat goes on

2006-08-08T10:20:00.000-07:00

And The Beat Goes On

My unemployment check didn't come. Instead, I got a note saying, "There was an error during processing, please fill out this duplicate form, mail back, and allow ten days for arrival of check."
Lovely. Wonderful.

And then I look at the bank account on-line. Someone, at some point, spent some money on lunch or something, without saying anything. Not a big deal, normally. But when you're playing it this close? Every penny counts.
So if they cash the rent check any earlier than they usually do, it will bounce. B/c our account will be a whopping $20 short.
And there's nothing I can do about it until Friday afternoon.

2006-08-03T11:12:00.000-07:00

Adventures in Fundie Land (Vol.I)

The other week, I found myself in a situation which made me nervous enough to want the morning after pill(which is not an abortificant, and even if it was, still my decision, thankeweberrymush)

So I call the health advisor's line at the military hospital. I'm told to come down in person, but when I get there, I'm told I need an appointment.
And the earliest they can do is the next morning.

Um, no, not good enough. There's a window of time this stuff works in, and I really don't feel like pushing it. The sooner the better and all that.
But, I am told, I don't understand. I need counseling before they'll give it to me. "This isn't something we dole out like candy."

Yes, I do understand that it's not candy, and it's not a birth control in and of itself. It's a backup method. If I wanted to be pregnant, I wouldn't be on birth control. I wouldn't be using condoms. I don't want to be pregnant.

I was asked why I didn't come in yesterday, if it was that big a deal(yes, exact words) Um, b/c it happened late last night?

I did manage to get an appointment for that afternoon. But, the nurse turns to me as she's walking out, and says "it's still up to the dr's discretion whether or not you get the prescription."

Ok, I can understand the need to talk to a dr. beforehand, that's fine. What really angered me was this attitude of disapproval.
That didn't stop me now, but a few years ago? When I was younger and still struggling to get out from under the fundie influence? Probably would have intimidated me. A lot.

So I filed a complaint.

I got a follow-up call to my complaint.

First the woman who called tried to tell me that they couldn't be responsible for anything that was told to me by the health advisor line. She told me that they were not affliated with the hospital.

I think she may have assumed I was talking about the one tricare has. She backed it up and apoligized when I pointed out that it was the one that you can connect to it from the hospital phone menu, and that was why I assumed they would have the correct information.

I was not satisfied with what she had to say about the nurses attitude though. She tells me, "I was there and I overheard most of that conversation." (that's because the nurse insisted on having it in the middle of a crowded waiting room, thank you very much)

She apparently didn't feel that the nurse had a negative demeanor. I pointed out that I, you know, the patient? felt that she did. She was condescending, and disapproving. I said that while I didn't let this nurse's judgemental attitude stop me, I was concerned that at some point a woman is going to come in who IS intimidated by this nurse. And she won't recieve the help she came in for.

At which point the woman on the phone told me that she prescribes this pill "all the time" to "rape, incest and other abuse survivors"
Um, ok? Doesn't really apply here does it?

At that point the conversation started going in circles.
I'm glad she's going to see about correcting the nurse's line info, but I was really disappointed in the reaction to the nurse's attitude.

Promises

2006-07-29T19:46:00.000-07:00

Because I Promised
Because I promised you a post, I am here. There really isn't much to say. I'm in a nasty little mood because I didn't get the job. So we're still broke. Yay.

2006-07-28T10:22:00.000-07:00

Promises, Promises
I promise to write ya'll an actual post tomorrow. I've just been so friggin' busy. Seems like I barely get the chance to breathe anymore.
I'm supposed to hear from the video rental place today. If I do get that job, I'll be even busier.
Babysitting has been extended indefinitely, b/c her parents are too poor to afford pre-school around here(seriously? Over $700 a month for just the average run-of-the-mill pre-school.), and too rich to qualify for headstart. What a kick in the shorts.