Welcome to my world. I *just* vacuumed... Wipe your feet before you come in.

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Sundays

As you may know, I have recently started attending R.C.I.A classes at our parish. I have been going to church every Sunday and Holy Days of Obligation. Since Joe works on the weekends, I take the kids with me. Will usually naps through the entire service and when he is awake, he is quiet and just looks at the stained glass windows. Maggie, on the other hand, is sliding up and down the pews, playing with the missals, touching the people in front of us, singing the Backyardigan's theme song, in general, just misbehaving. What do I do? Today we had to actually LEAVE the service durning the Homily. She was just.so.bad. I suppose its just that this is all new to her & she can't keep still for one stinking hour a week, but really. She's 3 1/2 years old! I suppose I could take her to the in-laws while I go to church, but then what? We want to raise our children in the Catholic church. How is she suposed to learn how to behave in church if she never goes? If any of you take your little ones to church and have any suggestions for me, I would really appreciate it.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Remember me to Herald Square



We played "hookey" yesterday. I took Will to my Mom's for the day and Joe, Maggie, My sister in law Theresa, and myself spent a wonderful day walking the streets of New York City.

We took a carriage ride through Central Park,




visited the Free Public Library, St. Patrick's Cathedral and only had 1 person glare at me for hitting her in the ankle with the stroller.
Yes, I put Mag in a stroller. There was NO way she was going to be walking for 5 hours and it made it easier to keep track of her. She likes to run ahead of us.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Kickin' Back - Will Style



Looks comfy doesn't he?? This is the sleep of the healthy.


Yes, his test results came back negative. The right kidney does drain a bit slower than the left, but there is no need for surgery or concern. We have a follow-up ultrasound scheduled for Feb 13th. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, November 16, 2006

I hate today

My bad day actually starts last night.......

Joe's car limped into the driveway last evening. Making a strange......groaning sound.
He had asked a co-worker for a lift in the morning, but it seems co-worker forgot.
So he gets me out of bed at 5:15 (in the frigging MORNING!!) so I can find my cell phone for him since our phone line was knocked out in a storm Monday (Phone company will be there on or around 11 am - 7 pm on SUNDAY!!)Guess what? I left my cell at work. Now I have to drive him to work. Yeah, wake up the kids, pile them in, drive his ass to work approx 20 miles away, go home, get ready for work, kids to daycare. Yeah THAT's gonna happen. I told him to take my car, drive up to the police station & call Villanova for a ride in. In the meantime, co-worker pulls into the parking lot at work & realizes that he forgot Joe. Thankfully, he turned around & came back to get him.

Today is the "Thanksgiving luncheon" at daycare. I'll be taking a late lunch to go watch Mag perform a skit with her classmates, then I have to drive the kids & Joe home where he will have them for the afternoon since the daycare closes after the luncheon. Hopefully Joe remembers to ask co-worker to drop him at daycare because I'm NOT driving home to get him, go back to daycare, then take them all home again.

My period decided to make a return today. Not too bad, I got an additional 4 months with no period. I've forgotten how disgustingly heavy my period is.

It just keeps getting better.... I just logged on to the online banking thingy & my account is showing -57.58. I have no idea what bill I just bounced....

Friday, November 10, 2006

The scan

Ok, so. We went to A.I. Dupont hospital yesterday. What a fabulous place. If you can overlook the whole “Children’s Hospital” thing…..sick kids are no fun.
The VCUG study went well. No reflux of fluid back into the kidney. Whew.
However, when we returned home, there was a message from the Urologist. He had received the ultrasound report from Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia and was not happy with the measurement of Will’s right kidney. Apparently the hydronephrosis is *not* what Dr. F. considers “mild to moderate”, he thinks it’s more “moderate to severe”. He tells me that this is nothing to be freaked out about. Yeah right. Too late.

We have to go back on Tuesday for a repeat ultrasound AND a nuclear medicine scan. I’m told that there is no sedation for him. (I, however, will take a valium or six before the study though, ‘cause I’m gonna be a nervous wreck!) This is a 2 to 4 HOUR study. Will is going to be catheterized, and IV’d, strapped to a table and scanned. HA! I pity the tech. I’m not sure if I’m going to be allowed to go in with him, what with the thermo-nuclear gamma rays flying around (I might turn into the Hulk… “You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry..”). If there are any Nuclear Med Techs or anyone who's ever had a nulear med scan out there that can tell me HONESTLY what to expect, I’d appreciate it.

Friday, November 03, 2006

love.this.face!


Wordless Wedne...oh. Ummm, Photo Phriday???

Some Lovin'

Go Wolfie! Go Wolfie!!!

Yay DD!!
As I told you yesterday, "you be "cautiously optomistic", I'll be jumping up & down happy for you!"

Much love and good wishes to you DD, Mr. DD & X.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween 2006

Here's Maggie's kangaroo costume. I ended up having to make it since I couldn'f find one that I was willing to plunk down 40 bucks for. I've learned that my future as a seamstress will be unrealised. Crooked seams, no darts in the hood, but she thought she looked adorable and that's what counts.
Here's Will. We had a remote-control fart box in the car-seat and whenever someone would bend over to look at him, I would hit the button.
Not sure if the movie will play in Blogger, but he smiles after we make the car-seat fart.
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Monday, October 30, 2006

A few things I never thought I'd say

1. “Maggie, show Daddy how you swing around that pole.”
2. “MAGGIE!! DON’T ROLL YOUR BROTHER!!”
3. “OOOOH, you *like* it when Mommy takes off your pants huh???”
4. “If you don’t sit down in that cart, I’m going to leave you in the trunk of the car”
5. “Oh Shit! Mag! Get me a wipe!! He’s just puked in my hair….AGAIN!!”
6. “I need a remote-control fart box”
7. “I hate Little Bear”

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Why my Mother-In-Law does NOT suck

One reason that I love my mother-in-law


I know that there are a bunch of not-so-great-mother-in-laws out there.  I don’t have one of those.  My mother in law doesn’t stick her nose in where it doesn’t belong, her baby boy *does* make mistakes and she will call him on them. We get invited to dinner at least twice a month(Mooch-a-meal!!) and she truly loves me.

I have just started taking R.C.I.A. classes through our parish.  Joe is Catholic, Maggie was baptized Catholic, Will is going to be baptized Catholic.  We were married in Joe’s church.  I was raised in the Episcopal church, but never baptized.  I stopped going to church when I was about 12 or 13.  I’ve always been very spiritual, not necessarily religious.  

Last night was my first meeting with Father.  Classes will run through Holy Saturday. On that day, I will make communion, be baptized and be confirmed in the Catholic church.  

My mother-in-law called Joe this morning and they are going out today to buy me my first bible.  

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Aw CRUD!

I’m not sure if I mentioned this in any of my prenatal posts.  Will has been diagnosed with pyelectasis aka hydronephrosis.  His right kidney does not empty completely and this can cause any “left over” urine to stagnate in the kidney leading to urinary tract infection, kidney infections, sepsis and possible renal failure.
We had an ultrasound done yesterday and the renal pelvic dilation has not resolved.  He will have a VCUG done on Thursday Nov 9th.  
For those of you NOT in the medical field, my baby boy will be strapped to a table, a catheter will be inserted and his bladder will be pumped full of radiographic contrast,  X-rays will then be taken to see if there is any of the contrast material refluxing into the ureter and back into his kidney. If there is reflux, a nuclear medicine scan will be ordered or surgery will be required to correct this anomaly.  From what the pediatrician, radiologist, and Dr. Google tell me, this condition is not life threatening or even life altering.  My only question for the Dr. was, “Is this going to be debilitating in ANY way to him in the future?”  Dr’s response was a resounding NO. If we didn’t treat it, sure it would be detrimental to him (see first paragraph, last sentence), but in most cases, there is no invasive action taken; just follow-up scans.  Only 25% of these cases require urethral valve replacement surgery.

Needless to say, I was a blubbering mess yesterday afternoon.  After we had dinner, I was feeding Will and just stared at him as if I could burn his image into my brain so I’ll never forget the way he looks right now.  The perfect curve of his eyebrows. How his eyes are so wonderfully chambray blue. The “butt-chin” dimple that just cries out for kisses.  (Did you know that that is genetic??   Everyone in my family has it) which causes him to erupt in infant guffaws.

I would burst into tears at the very thought that there is something wrong with him.  Or that he may need the surgery. Or that everything will be fine and I’m just being over dramatic. How could I possibly think the worst case scenario when I’m sure deep down in my heart that he’ll be fine?  Even now, I get all teary when I think about it.  

Friday, October 20, 2006

Friday, October 06, 2006

Pincushion Man


My poor, poor baby. He must have felt like the Pincushion man. (image placeholder)
4 shots last night. 4! Needles! In my baby’s fat little thighs! He was not pleased.
Not even a little bit. Even the nurse was impressed with his ability to voice his disappointment with the pediatrician. She said he sounds like someone trying to bathe a cat. He was a trooper though, only screamed cried for about 5 minutes and then went back to giggling at Maggie (She was also impaled had her flu shot. We had her go first so she could show Will how easy it was and wouldn’t hurt a bit. (Really, I didn’t want Will to be screaming his head off and Mag get all freaked out about it so that she would cry too) As an additional incentive for a tear-free visit, she was taken to the carnival in town afterwards. Just Daddy & Daughter. They ate pizza & popcorn, went on all the rides (except the roller coaster as that’s “tooooo scaaaawwwy for me”) she also LOVES the “fun house” not the ones with the mirrors that you get lost in, this one just has a net ladder & slides and a shifting floor. She went through that 4 times. Strangley enough, I was watching my favorite “eye candy” show last night. Supernatural. Have you ever seen a hotter guy?? Wow. The episode was about Killer Clowns. In the Funhouse. At the traveling carnival. Hmmm.



For those who want to know: Will now weighs 13.3 lbs and is 24” tall.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Monday Night Football

Dint dint dint dahhhh (that's supposed to be theme from Monday Night Football)

My future Hall of Famer....








Wow, I'm glad we just got new furniture. I never realized how cruddy the sofa looked.

That's my shadow in the top pic, not a stain, but still. yuk. I guess we've gotten our money's worth. We bought that set a year after we were married. 14 years ago this past September. Posted by Picasa

well, Hello stranger!

Bad, Bad Blogger!!!

Sorry for my absence, things have been a little hectic here. I’m back to work full time and I just don’t have 20 minutes in the evenings to type. Will was born with the innate ability to know the exact moment my butt touches the chair whenever I sit to eat or type. It is a dark gift that he has.

He’s doing really well. Growing like a weed. He sleeps through the night (most nights) and wakes happy. He’s smiling at everyone, when I’m changing his diaper, he tries to laugh. I get this little “hhuunnh” with his big toothless grin.

He’s at the daycare with Maggie so she keeps an eye on him. The teachers tell me that whenever he starts to cry, she is right there cooing at him or trying to shove the binky in his mouth.

We’re still going to the beach on the weekends. Will doesn’t seem to get much enjoyment from it , but Mag still loves it.




We’ll close the trailer for the winter around October 15th since there’s really not much to do there and there’s sooooo much to do at home.

I have to work on getting the fall/winter stuff out and put the summer stuff away. Go through Maggie’s clothes for things that won’t fit her next year to hand-down to my sister in law. My niece Grace will be 2 in February and she’s already in a 2T, so Mag’s 3T summer stuff should fit her.

Other than that, there’s not too much going on around here, Mag has decided that she wants to be a kangaroo for Halloween. How the HELL do you make a kangaroo?? I’m thinking a brown sweatsuit with a big ol’ tail sewn on and I’ll try to rig up a baseball cap with ears and a kangaroo face on it. I can even try to sew a pouch on the front as her candy bag. Any tips will be appreciated. I did find a pattern in Wal*Mart but that would require me to find fabric & pull out the sewing machine, and actually FIND a few hours to make it. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Alright, so I know this is natural. This is what I'm supposed to use these things for. But, dammit breasfeeding is hard! We didn't have too much of a problem getting Will to "latch on", but lately, he's been getting lazy, (he's such a guy!) He wasn't opening his mouth wide enough & caused me some soreness. Yeah. "soreness". Try eye-crossing PAIN. I experimented with different holds and found that the cross-cradle hold worked better for us. So it's all good right? Nuh-unh. Now it seems that he has developed a case of thrush. Oh GOODY! My boy has a yeast infection. in.his.mouth!! And thanks so very much, he has passed it back to me. Nothing like bleeding nipples to say, "Thanks for bringing me into the world. I love you Mom."
The pediatrition says, "Just let it run for 2 weeks. It should resolve on its own. Keep wiping the inside of his mouth with a guaze pad after each feeding and whenever you see the white buildup. If it doesn't clear up, we can look at it & maybe prescribe something for it." Yippee. In the meantime, I've taken to the pump. I kind of like the fact that I can see how much he's taking per feeding and it really doesn't hurt too much.
I think the fact that I've been having a cup of yogurt for breakfast every day has helped clear up the infection a bit and Lansinoh cream is my new best friend. I was tempted to smear a little yogurt on his tongue the other day (I didn't).

Other than that, things are getting pretty smooth around here. Maggie is back in daycare. She was getting bored silly being at home. I couldn't take her in the pool or have Will outside in the 100 degree heatwave, so she sat in the house & watched us "rest", watched episode after episode of Dora & Diego on the On-demand channel and trashed the house with her toys. Will is a pretty good sleeper. He'll go for almost 5 hours at night. So, I'm not too sleep deprived.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

At long last, a couple of pics to tide you over





Damn this Blogger-thing! I usually post at work where I have a program called Picassa, so easy to post pictures.

Maybe it's the fact that the pc here at home is just slightly newer than a TRS-80 or a Commodore, but these are the only pictures I can come up with for right now.
I'll keep scouring the C drive and trying to move pics from the Kodak program into something I can USE. Maybe after my...errr, Will's nap I'll see if I can use Flickr and get albums posted.

Gee, do you think my kid has a bit of Irish blood??? He looks like a true hooligan in that little skullcap!

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Will

Wow. What a wild, strange trip its been.
Thank you all for the good wishes and a special "shout-out" to DD for posting for me.
William is doing very well and Maggie is actually being a pretty big help. Joe went back to work this morning so I am on my own with the kids (that sounds funny, my kids..)
I was thinking about the birth story, but I was so busy screaming, that it all sort of blends into one big pain-fest....This was a hard, fast labor with much yelling and no epidural. Lets see if I can string a few memories together....

Thursday morning at around 3:20, Maggie woke up and wanted to sleep in our bed, as I picked her up I felt a small, warm....spurt. Not a "gush" per se, but
something I said to Joe, "I think my water just broke" and went into the bathroom to check. Sure enough, there was a mucus plug and a pretty good amount of fluid (sorry, that's a bit gross). We got dressed and packed up Maggie's blanket & pillow and called my mother-in-law who was on "baby-watch" detail. We drove over to her house(my father-in-law was down the shore with the car, so she couldn't come to us) which is only 10 minutes away and dropped of a very sleepy Maggie. We then proceeded to drive to the hospital (first, we had to stop for gas since I forgot to fill the tank the day before). We got to the E.R. without incident. (Being a police officer, Joe had delivered a baby in the backseat of a car the year before and he REALLY didn't want to do that every again....)
We were sent upstairs to the labor & delivery suites where they were waiting for us. Funny thing is that I was supposed to call them at 6:30 a.m. and see if there was any chance of being induced later that day. There was no chance that was going to happen as there were only 2 beds available. They like to keep 2 open for spontaneous labors and not elective inductions.
At 7:30-ish, my Dr. came in and checked me. I was only 3 cm dilated and having small contractions that I couldn't even feel. She said that she would be back around 10 (she was delivering another baby 2 doors down) to check again and see if we were going to need pitocin. Around 10, the contractions were getting stronger and very fast. The nurse said she doubted that we would need the pitocin since I was going so fast & furious. By 11, I was in active labor and things were getting pretty uncomfortable. I was give a half-dose of Stadol(?) to "take the edge off" the pain. I refused an epidural as they scare the crap out of me. NOBODY is sticking a needle in my spine. Around 11:30 I started to want to push. After the first coule pushes, ithe pain got really bad. Contractions were hitting every minute and lasting 30 - 45 seconds, so I was only getting about a 15 second break between.
Joe was holding my hand & giving me oxygen. I remember at one point he had my hysterically laughing, because as I got done yelling after a real good contraction, he whispered " Kelly Clarkson!!" I had just seen "The 40 Year Old Virgin" 2 nights before, and laughed my ass of at that scene.
2 or 3 pushes after that, Will's head was out and Dr. K told me that he was coming "sunny-side up" she was going to have to rotate his shoulders and would only need one more good push from me. At 12:14 William was born. He was crying until the nurse placed him on my chest. He looked at me with his big, blue eyes and stopped crying. He looks so much like Maggie that its scary!

Joe has taken about 1500 pictures already. As soon as I figure out where he has them saved, I'll show him off.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

A Baby Iz Here

...yes, you read that right!

Hi, it's DD, and I'm here because Cat has bestowed upon me the great honor of announcing to her faithful readers that she and Joe welcomed Maggie's baby brother, William Joseph into this world at 12:14 this afternoon. He was a tiny baby... just 8 flippin' pounds and 14 ounces! and a respectful 20.5 inches long.

I am assuming that William arrived with all the acutraments that little boys have, including 10 beautiful fingers and 10 wiggley toes. She said she would try to call later, so if the news is any different and I have to somehow edit this message to note that he has more or less than the 21 appendages, I will try to do so tactfully.

Congrats, Cat! Long distance kisses and hugs from us to you!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

No news

No news

Went to the Dr. last night, she said she would induce me on Monday.  YAY right???
Wrong. She called me this morning to tell me that there are already 3 inductions scheduled for the 24th.  She put my name in the computer for Thursday the 27th.  

I will be going out on “Maternity Leave” Monday the 24th.  


The lovely and talented DD has graciously agreed to “Ghost-Post” for me when I have any news to report.  

Monday, July 17, 2006

Morning Music??

Have you ever woke up in the morning with a song running through your head????

Yesterday I awoke to Carly Simon’s “Haven’t Got Time for the Pain” I was humming it all day.  I wasn’t in any kind of pain either…..I don’t even particularly like that song.  Who the hell has TIME for pain??  

Today was the melodious tones of Elton John lamenting about Little Jeannie.  I wouldn’t change the radio station if that song came on but WTF????

I don’t sleep with the radio on; I don’t have the alarm set to music….

Weird huh??

Friday, July 14, 2006

You gotta pick your battles

I generally like Maggie to wear clothes to daycare. Something that matches.
Some days that just doesn't happen. Some mornings she just. wins.

At least she has pink sneakers to match.








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Monday, July 10, 2006

Beach Girls No More

ALL RIGHT ALREADY!!!!!
I have been asked (read: begged, cajoled and bullied) by family and friends to NOT go to the beach anymore until after the baby is born. I guess I can see their point that I don't want to be 100 miles away and go into labor. I wouldn't want to give birth in the backseat of a Hyundai Accent on I-95. So this weekend was the last time that Maggie & I will go to the beach as "just us girls". Here are a few shots to commemorate our trip.



I can be a little creative when I have to be...... She however, would NOT stop moving and kept cracking the "bodice" of her Mermaid tail ....

After digging herself out of the mermaid tail......



This is so you can see how un-crowded "our" beach is. We go to what the locals call "Whale Beach" (I fit RIGHT in, yeah, that was too easy)..... This is the free beach in Strathmere..right outside of Sea Isle City, NJ. On any given Sunday, that's how crowded it is there, Saturdays are not much worse. The only drawback is that there are no lifegaurds (Maggie only goes in shin-deep anyway), and people can surf-fish right there on the beach or off the rocks in the background.


It's US!!!!


Do you like my hat???


PEEK A BOO!!


This is what you get when you let a kid run around in the hot sun, splashing in the waves, eating sand for 3 or so hours...... Yes, I took this picture WHILE DRIVING, using the little see-your-child-in -the-backseat-mirror-thingy to line up the shot in the preview pane of the camera. Good thing traffic was light at that time.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Maggie & Rusty

Saturday was my nephew Craig's birthday party. He was having a "cowboy" theme so everyone was asked to wear your favorite gowboy/girl gear. Maggie LOVES her hot pink cowgirl boots (even though they are STILL a size too big for her).

The pony ride was a BIG hit. She went 3 or 4 times.



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Friday, June 23, 2006

the secret cervix

M-kay,
I had an OB Appointment last night, the non-stress test was very non-stressful....I got to sit in an air-conditioned room in a very comfy recliner, with my poor, swollen hooves up, listening to baby's heartbeat for 30 whole minutes. No phones, no boss, just peace and quiet and the lovely whoosh-whoosh sound of William.
Then I lie on Dr. K's table. Egads! I've forgotten how uncomfortable an internal exam is....I have this little Korean woman up to her elbows prodding at my "stuff". She tells me that I am "closed up tight". Well, thanks. I go back every week now until delivery for nst's and internals (oh joy!).

On a more pleasant note (la-la-la-la) We will be celebrating Miss Maggie's Third Birthday on Sunday. Just a small gathering (HA!!! there are 30 people just IN THE FAMILIES!!) at the house. I hope the weather holds and everyone will be out in the pool or running around in the "yarden" as Mag calls it.

So tonight will consist of dropping her at MIL's so I can go pick up her lawn swing and a few party goods. Order the cake, buy the ice cream, then head back home, stash the loot in the powder room, and start to get the house in order.

Here's the most recent pics I have of my baby on the beach. Yes, Maggie is One of THOSE
kids. She loves to throw sand. So, if we've gotten any sand on your towel, we're sorry.





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Thursday, June 15, 2006

My budding Artiste

Last night, Maggie wanted to work with fingerpaints. Hell, If I'm able to turn off "Barbie as Rupunzel" I'm all for it.

After I had emailed a copy of this pic to Joe on his phone, he calls me to ask if she was painting "topless". He says it looks like she doesn't have a shirt on in this picture.....





I tell him, Scroll down to the next 2 pictures.





OF COURSE SHE'S TOPLESS!!! Do you know hard it is to get fingerpaint out of clothes??

I think she may have been trying out for Rebecca Romajin's role in X-Men, but she LOVES to paint her belly. And the table. Luckily, I caught her before she wiped her hands on the curtains. AGAIN. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Cat's so called life

****Update**** Tuesday 06/06/06 8:51 a.m.



Joe just called to tell me that they delivered Vinny & Heather's baby boy last night.
He's 1 lb 1 ounce.

No, of course he didn't get any additional information. He's such a guy!

I still don't know his name. Vinny wanted Nicholas, but Heather wanted Thomas. We'll see who "wins".

I will try to call the hospital later today and get some better info.
Thank you for your god wishes and prayers, they're going to need them!







One of our friends is currently pregnant with their first baby. Joe just called to tell me that they may have to take the baby today.
She's only 24 weeks. She has preeclampsia and is not doing well at all.

Heather & Vinny, here's wishing you the best of luck. God bless you and the lil bambino.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

12 years gone

Happy Birthday Daddy!  
Today would have been your 69th Birthday.  

I miss you every day.  

Saturday, May 20, 2006

This morning I was awakened from my restful slumber by the pitter-patter of little feet.
No. Not Maggie's little feet. This sound was coming from the attic.

SQUIRRELS!!! In the eaves of the roof!! AAACCCKKKK!!!!
Can I tell you how much I LOATHE those rats with furry tails?? If I had a pellet gun, I would be sitting on the deck with my Annie Oakley outfit on, picking the little bastards off one by one.

This from a woman who will scoop up a bug in a paper cup and realease it outside; donates every year to the ASPCA and to The Wildlife Preservation Fund.
When I see a dead squirrel in the street, I laugh and point at it. HAHA! GOOD!
ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!! Such is the depths of my hatred for these creatures.

Maggie has taken to yelling, "Go away, you filthy monsters!!" when we see one sitting on top of the garbage can (that they've chewed through the lid AGAIN!!) or sitting on the deck rail.

THis hatred dates back to my 7th year when I was nipped by a baby squirrel I was trying to rescue (it must have fallen from its nest and hurt its back legs...I was just trying to get it back into the tree, so it's Mommy could reach it.) Ingrate bit me on my index finger and I had to undergo Rabies shots. Anyone else ever had to have those frigging shots? Holy smokes! That shit hurts!!

I love nature and most of her furry little woodland creatures. UNTIL THEY CHEW THROUGH THE SOFFITS AND EAT THEIR WAY INTO MY HOME!!!! The home where my child(ren)sleep and play. There WILL be a trip to the hardware store today for poison.

little rats. ::::shudder:::: I.hate.them.

We have had the eaves and soffits repaired 3 times in the 9 years we've lived here.
I have bought more trash cans than anyone should ever have to. Joe even used some old scrap aluminum to re-inforce the edges of the Rubbermaid type lids and they STILL get through. I use those big, black, contractor trash bags for when the garbage goes out for pickup, but they still get in. What to do? What to do??

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Heeeere's CAT

Ok. So I'm pregnant. I took these pictures this morning here at work. Had I known I was going to have a photo shoot ain the ladies room, I would have dressed nicer. or maybe put on a little lip gloss. I really should try to find a "thin" picture of me, but I don't know if any of those exist.





Maggie actually took this pic while I was trying to get her dressed this morning. Not too bad for a beginner huh? Posted by Picasa

The post in which I unveil my dark teenage addiction

I am addicted.  TOTALLY A-DDICTED to Veronica Mars.  I know, I know.  It’s a tv show for TEENAGERS, but hey, I watched Buffy too (Well, at least until she started sleeping with Spike ::shudder:::).  I think it has something to do with the snarky one-liners.  

I have YET to see a full episode this season and next Tuesday is the FINALE!!  
I so need to buy a Tivo.  Or wait in line at the W*lmart when it comes out on DVD.  
Or figure out how to program the vcr and tape them, If I can get Monsters Inc out of the damn machine for a few hours.

I got to see the 1st 10 minutes last night then Maggie was going to bed & she wanted me to lay with her.  How can I say no???  I laid down & snuggled up next to her, gave her a kiss & a hug, then promptly fell asleep.  I woke up at 10:15!!!!  DAMN!!


Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Bitchin again

So I have NOT developed Gestational Diabetes.  Yay for me.  
I have, however; added 40 pounds to the wonderfulness that is me.  Yep 40.  FOUR ZERO POUNDS.  Dr K tried to cheer me up by telling me that at this point with Maggie I was 47 lbs more wonderful.  Yeah. didn’t work.   I’m healthy; my blood work is good, no excessive swelling (other than my ASS!!!  Ha-ha)  
Maybe it’s just because I work 8 hours a day, I get Mag from daycare, go home, start dinner, clean up, bath-time, bedtime, then I generally do the laundry or straighten the house, before I fall into bed at 11 pm.  I’m just not “active” enough to burn any calories.  Maybe it was the 3 pound tub of Chocolate Chunk cookie dough I bought from my niece.  


The hormones are starting to kick in full force this week.
I cried at work this morning.  One of the guys in the Import department screwed up a bill.  When I called him on it, he said that is should be an ACCOUNTING function to call the customer and verify.  WTF???  I’m supposed to call your customers and ask them WHY they didn’t pay a charge on their invoice that YOU entered and supposedly verified??  
I am ACCOUNTS RECEIVABLE.  I DO NOT DO BILLING, YOU DO!!!

Once the water works started, he felt really bad and apologized for making me cry (which only got me all teary-eyed again).

I feel like such a big, fat, lump that I have no motivation to make myself feel better about me.  I know that I am making a baby and I should SHUT UP and be happy, and I am.  Truly.  I just don’t like me right now.  At the rate I’m going, by the time I deliver, I will weigh 225.  Joe weighs 225.  Oh HAYLL NO!!  Can I go on Slim fast while pregnant??  
Kidding.  I’ll just have to try harder to eat better.  Maybe only 1 PB&J at lunch instead of 2.  Maybe it’s the fact that I’m all stopped up again…yeah, THAT’S IT!! There is 7 or 8 POUNDS of poo in me.  Sorry.  That was gross and uncalled for.  

  
Joe has promised Maggie that tonight they will go to the carnival in town.  He was kind enough to invite me along.  Well, GEE, thanks.  
He said, “Oh, well, I was thinking that you could use some quiet time.  I’ve noticed that you’re getting a little impatient with her lately.”  OOOOhhhh, so last night when she decided to eat ONLY cucumbers and pink milk for dinner, then cried because you wanted to watch American Idol instead of Monsters, Inc., then cried because it was bath-time, I was getting a little impatient???  Whatever.  (Sorry DD).
Hopefully by the time I pick her up from daycare and get home, make dinner, do the dishes and clean the kitchen, I’ll be a bit more pleasant to be around (but I doubt it)

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

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Easter & Ear infections.... perfect together.

I had a long holiday weekend off. Maggie & I drove to the beach Thursday night. Friday was spent shopping & scrubbing. Saturday we took a walk to the promenade. My favorite store (Terry's Treasure's) is GONE!! Now where am I going to find funky, cool earrings in Sea Isle??
Maggie actually rolled up her pant legs & went in the ocean! The water temp was a balmy 48 degrees. She was lovin' it! Drove home Saturday evening and after bathtime, Mag tells me that her ear hurts. Hmmmm. We just got over a nasty ear infection 2 weeks ago. I gave her some tylenol & told her to suck it up. (not really, but what the heck was I going to do?)
She seemed better on Sunday, no fever, ate a TON of chocolate, was pleasant and happy....UNTIL (duh,duh....DUHHHH) bedtime. The screaming and whining began during the hair combing (she HATES that). She told me that she needed a cotton ball. For some reason, that seemed to help her pain the last time. Monday I was off from work and sure enough, she woke up whimpering that her ear huuurrrrt. There was dried up "ear-juice" her term, not mine in her hair and on the side of her face. Yup. An ear infection so bad that there was pus involved. The last ear infection had it too. We called the Doc & he put her on Bactrin(?) for 10 days and a follow up amoxicillan tablet. We go back to see him in June for a follow up and if there is any fluid in there, we can go to the EarNoseThroat doc for a consultation for tubes.

Here's a shot of Maggie in her Easter finery.



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