Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Because I have nothing else to do other than take videos of my son (yeah, I know I'm slacking. It's worth it though):

I'm trying to figure out what happened to the sound in the 2nd part so for now you'll just have to enjoy it for what it is - crazy baby dancing!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

First Word

We think he's saying "yes", however it could be "ass". LOL.

Go Ahead

Just try and get that book out of his hands. Go ahead...


do,doodo, dooodooo...

You Are 60% Abnormal

You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul.

You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess.

You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.

You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.

You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

Well, that would go well with this:

Your Bumper Sticker Should Be

If you can read this, I can stop suddenly and sue you

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Aren't You Dying To Know...?

Of course you're not, but too bad because I'm going to tell you anyway! So There!

J and I didn't re-visit the "conversation" until bedtime. He basically conceded that we'll do whatever we need to should I go off the pill. In his own special way he let me know he'd snog the day away with me support my decision if I could talk to him first and not make a rash decision about the whole thing. I said I would and that I really do want to do what's best for the both of us.

So that's the anti-climatic ending. LOL. You can now go back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

More Work Avoiding Fun

Got this from Em at Billy's Diary.
Have you noticed I enjoy avoiding work? :-)

You Are 72% Brutally Honest

Most of the time, you tell it like it is. Even if it's hard for people to hear.
Sometimes you hold back though, because you never want your honesty to be hurtful.

You Passed Your Driver's Test

Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct.
You're a good driver - at least, when you want to be.

You Have Good Karma

In general, you like to do the right thing when it comes to others.
Your caring personality really shines through.
Sure, you have your moments of weakness - and occasionally act out.
But, all in all, you're karma is good... even with those few dark spots.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The Conversation

where I pull out the "it's my body and I'll do/don't do what I want with it" card.

So I had my annual womanly check up today and for the most part all is fine. However, about a month ago a lovely discoloration shadow has appeared over my upper lip. I've checked every day and it's not hair, it's the skin itself.
After doing some research, it could be melasma and per DR suggestions I'm going to see a dermatologist.
She did think there was a pretty good chance that it was related to my taking the pill and said that the dermatologist may recommend me stopping it. At that point, we could discuss other options.

This brings me to the conversation that rocked J and I. I filled him in on the above, including the no pill possibility and went through some other contraceptive options. His words when I mentioned going off of the pill were:
"I'm not keen on that at all."
My response:
"Well, it's my body so the choice is ultimately up to me."
(Here, Here to the feminists of the world - of which I'm not a devout member EXCEPT when it comes down to the choices made about my own body. Then, anyone with a penis better back the fuck off!)

NOW - I'm in no hurry to get pregnant again any time soon, HOWEVER I'm not going to walk around with this fucking shadow on my face making me look like I either a)haven't washed my face in a year or b)like I'm growing a damn mushtache!
It's enough that I'm struggling to loose the remaining 20 lbs of weight gained with K, I don't need to have this battering my ego every time I look in the fucking mirror. I get enough of that just putting on my size (don't you dare ask) clothes in the morning. Hell, I can't even bare to go shopping anymore.

So anyway, this will be a pretty big bump for us. I just know it.

Part of what sucks is how much I WENT THROUGH when I came off the pill the first time to get pregnant w/K. It took 6 fucking months to get a period, god-knows-how-many-fucking-tests & DR appointments to determine that no one had a clue why it was taking so long to simply get a period, much less what would happen if I did get pregnant, meanwhile fucktards like Britney Spears were popping kids out like Pez Candy.

So, yeah...here's to a tension-filled evening. I can't fucking wait...(snark).

Monday, July 23, 2007


Sunday, July 22, 2007

I Am Coming For To Find You Kitty!

There is no safe place for our cats to hide anymore! LOL.

Friday, July 20, 2007


You Are 66% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

WOW! I've improved over the 50% from last year. :-P
(can you tell I'm just biding my time until I can leave work for the weekend?!)

Thursday, July 19, 2007

When Do I Get It?

Toddler-eese, that is? B at daycare says that K can say truck, bird and almost thank you.
Wanna know what I hear?
bbbbbllll (think blowing a raspberry with LOTS of slobber)

I've no idea if he really is saying stuff (in which case am I bad mom because I can't understand a single thing he's saying?) or is it a big fake-out and the jokes on me?
Yeah, I wish I could say I wasn't feeling a bit jealous of all the talking toddlers out there.

Oh, and if you're keeping track...
Day 6!
Part-timer called off again today. She better look like hell if she ever comes back to work after being "sick". If she doesn't...well, she will when I get done with her.
Ok, I can't do anything physically to her BUT(!!!) I can give a mean stink-eye!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Welcome Back!

I'm back one day and am greeted w/ the part timer calling in "sick" today. Have you been keeping track boys and girls? That adds up to 4 - FOUR MOTHERFUCKING DAYS - that she's called off in 5 weeks and lest we not forget the day she was 2.5 hours late.

Do people not have a fucking work ethic anymore? Good god, give me the 80's "me generation" when everyone went to work every day (albeit to stab co-workers in the back, take over their job and go after the next position in the heirarchy). Hey, at least they went to work!

So, more of the same. I'm still pursuing other options but no bites yet on the 15 I've sent out so far.

Surprisingly, I'm in an "okay" mood about it. However, if this keeps up it won't be for long.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

A L M O S T There!

In just over 3 hours, I will be leaving work for the day and be taking a mini "vacation" until next Tuesday.

I will be grateful for caller ID on my phone because if I see any number I don't recognize I will be ingoring it! I don't give a flying f**k what they need or think they need. They have 3 hours to get it to me. After that, p*ss off!

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Hmmm, PG Huh

Online Dating

Especially since last week the rating was a big, fat R. LOL.
I'm going to have to try harder...

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

What Would Joe Friday Do?

If there's ever been a time for "just the facts, ma'am", it's this morning.
My boss and I are going to have a "talk". I've a full page of stuff that's been bothering me, most of it centering around the fact that all I hear about are the things I do wrong, which leads to no one noticing the things I do right which makes me feel unappreciated.

I've lost my temper quite a bit since 1st Part timer quite w/no notice and I've had to pick up the pieces. Mostly because I feel bullied by the Reps and again, that makes me feel like nothing I do is good enough.

I'm going to try and put on my best Joe Friday because the last thing I need to do is break down in front of my boss. It's going to be difficult because my emotions have reached their boiling point.

I don't want to lose my job, even if it does stink of manure. I want to leave on my terms.

I'm still looking for other options. I've sent out close to 10 resumes so we'll see what happens.

So we had our talk and it went ok. I told B that while I understand salesmen get caught up in their work and don't give a rat's ass about what I have going on, it IS a 2-way street and if the reps want me to do this and that, they need to be more understanding. She agreed and said that she would say something to them.
We went back and forth with a couple things and managed to get on the same page, for the most part. I'll spare you the lengthy details but I made it clear that every once and a while it would be nice to get a sincere compliment (or some kind of positive recognition) for all that I have accomplished. It'd be a lot better than hearing all of the negative shit.

So, we'll see what happens. I don't feel my job is in imminent jeopardy, which has calmed me down. Mainly because I don't have anything else lined up. Nothing like feeling like a total loser if I were to get canned!
I also kept myself together during the talk. I could feel it brewing at the beginning, but I kept in control and got everything out.

Options are still out there, though. I'm not going to quit seeing what other opportunities are out there.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Bottle Free!

We are officially bottle free. Well, K is anyway.
The daytime bottles were "taken away" at the beginning of May and we chose the weaning option for getting him off his night time bottle while still giving him time to get better with drinking from the sippy cup.
As of Saturday night, he has been finished w/them and didn't seem to notice! As long as he gets his cup of milk before bed, he's good!

That's probably been the easiest transition we've had with him.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

If Only

The teachers I had would've let us read stuff like this! It's surreal, twisted and intense. This is the stuff I wish I could've learned in school. I might've done better...well, not in gym. I still would've skipped that class.

Owl Creek Bridge
More Owl Creek Bridge

Friday, July 6, 2007

On A Happier Note

K's 1st Fireworks:

K's 1st Piano Lesson

Thursday, July 5, 2007

At times...

When I'm at work, I'd have more fun jabbing a fork in my eye.

Part-timer called in sick again. She's been here not quite 4 weeks and been gone 3 days already. I wonder why they bother? I wonder why I bother? I wish I could just not care.

I'm looking for other things to occupy my time while biting my tongue to not say something that'll get me in trouble. That's difficult to do when I'm already worked up from having extra stuff to do from part-timer's desk as well as my own.

I want to scream at the world for not allowing things to work out so that I could be a stay-at-home mom and F*** this place AND I want to scream at myself for allowing me to get literally stuck in a position I can never truly leave without completely leaving the company. The wages are good here, my hours are good, my boss has been understanding if I need to go to a DR appt for JuniorMint or PapaMint. It's like they always say, don't get too good at your job or you'll never get a promotion because the boss won't want to replace you. Well, that seems to be where I'm at. I got "promoted" last Fall to be the President's and Vice President's assistant, problem is I've been busy picking up the slack from the part-time position. I will never get a true promotion here and thus the proverbial rut I am stuck in.
I don't know that anywhere else will be as "understanding" of family, DR visits, pay as well or offer the hours I have. Maybe they will, or maybe it will be worse. I'm afraid of the worse and that is why I've been dilly-dallying about pursuing other options.

I'm here because I fear and I've screwed myself.

On that note, back to jabbing a fork in my eye.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Gimme a B, Gimme a R, Gimme an A, Gimme a T

Here a brat, there a brat...

everywhere a brat, brat...

This is how a local grocery store decided to promote a sale on bratwurst sausages. Good one...(snark)

Monday, July 2, 2007

Do You Wanna Wrastle?

I think we're very close to finding out the culprit of JuniorMint's tantrums. I think.

There were 2 times over the weekend where he was thisclose to doing the "fainting goat". I stopped what I was doing, got down on the floor and quasi-wrestled w/him. Then I'd quasi-pin him down and tickle the living hell out of him. Within a minute, his whining turned into laughing and big smiles.

Seems that a)He needs attention. Not that we ignore him, but perhaps the separation anxiety is really taking it's toll on him and causing him to be really clingy.
and b)I have a boy - boys like to "wrastle", jump around and bang on things.

I've so much to learn! LOL!