Just An Observation

Our kids are very well behaved. At home I sometimes wonder, but when they’re out in public they’re angels. We can take three kids and a baby to a restaurant and not have to worry about them talking too loud, throwing fits, or running around. It’s amazing to me.

No matter where I am in my life or what I’m doing I always end up with my same friends that I’ve had since ninth grade. And we always seem to fall back into our old ways, which is both good and bad.

Never, and I mean never, tell your friends what you don’t like about them. I just thought of this because of the last paragraph so it mostly pertains to high school girls. Were you ever at a slumber party where you all decided to tell each other what annoys you most about each other? I have been and it never ends well. In fact, I think a friendship or two ended because of it. Stupid, stupid girls.

Speaking of high school girls and slumber parties, never tell a girl she has granny panties. It might make her cry.

Which brings me to another never. Never tell a little girl she’s weird looking. She might just call you a pig. Ask Brian about that one. Those studies they do on little girls being mean are true.

The worse time to skip your pill is the day your suppose to start the new pack.

One to two canned chipotle peppers is not the same as one to two cans of chipotle peppers. This is not a tasty lesson to learn.

I am a more productive person when working. My house is in better order, my kids are in better order, I’m not as psycho…

I know you all think that your kids are the cutest kids in the world, but seriously my baby is the cutest thing ever born. She is. I can’t stop taking pictures of her. We have at least a couple dozen of her on the digital camera right now. (The new digital camera that I bought Brian for his birthday that is so super cool. Not like our old one. This one takes video clips. That’s how old our other one was, it didn’t even take video clips.)

Speaking of video clips, since I have now figured out how to use the camera properly I have been video taping the kids doing absolutely nothing. The other night, after the birthday party I asked them all what their favorite part of the day was. The each answered and I played back the interview on TV. I have come to realize that no matter how mundane the video clip might be, the kids think it’s the funniest thing since Garfield. They told me that I should submit the clip of their answers to America’s Funniest Home Videos.

It pays to be poor, single, and have a lot of kids. At least when a tax refund is involved. Okay, I’m not talking poverty stricken and ten kids on welfare. Of course, on paper Brian looks poverty level and sometimes I feel poverty level, but we aren’t exactly that poor. I think Brian has mentioned that someone who has three or four sets of dishes, to put out at different times of year of course, isn’t exactly poor. Anyway, I’m thinking about changing the amount of taxes withheld from my paycheck. I’m being ripped off! The government is just spending my money willy nilly without paying me any interest. Rip off!

I am very, very tired today and my back hurts so bad. I think I slept on it wrong. Blah!

Birthday Success

The birthday party was a huge success! I am so relieved. I had all of these worries, this being the first party with children that aren't family members and all. I feared the children he invited wouldn't show and that he would be upset. How horrible would that be? I would cry. However, there were no tears to be shed. Everyone that was suppose to be there was.

We started out at the Pizza Hut to eat pizza, open presents and have cake. I was a little worried when we were at the pizza place because the boys were so rambunctious. I feared they would be horrible the entire time. They weren't. When we arrived at Boondocks they sort of scattered about to look at the different games and hang out until we played Laser Tag. We all, there were ten of us playing, stood in line for about 15-20 minutes, and the boys were very much well behaved. Actually the girl is the one causing the problems. Crying because she didn't want to play or shoot anyone. Whatever Darby! Okay, if you know Darby you would know this "not wanting to shoot anyone" was an act. I actually learned later that evening that she didn't feel well, which could account for the strange behavior.

Finally we were sent in to the little room where you gear up and they explain the rules. Luckily, since we were a group of ten, we were all on the same team and the only ones on the green team. It was us against some boys on the red team. We lost, but we didn't get completely creamed by any means. I mean the team before us lost to their opponents 20000 to 60000. We received about 55000 points to the red teams 65000 points. I did horribly, but had such fun. I will definitely play again. I know the boys had a good time. See? Success!!

Alright, I just order my brand new Barbie checks to go with my brand new checking account that will hold all the money I'm allowed to spend in two week periods. I am very scared. Budget is just a scary, scary word. It's alright, I'll get through this okay.

Miscellaneous

This is why I love you girls who read and comment on my blog. I write this long post about this horrible woman who has no respect for her fellow man and you all comment about how you’ve never been to Phoenix. It cracks me up. Seriously, I never know what I’m going to find in my comment section. You guys make me chuckle. Especially since after I wrote that I was all annoyed. You help lighten my mood.

This weekend is Riley’s birthday party. We’re taking him, two of his friends and Jordan and Darby to pizza and then off to play laser tag. I told Riley what we planned to do for his birthday and that he can invite two friends. Jordan heard this and piped in wanting to know if he was going to invite him and Darby. I just smiled and assured him that he and Darby are automatically invited, Riley just gets to invite a couple of friends from school. Riley then told me he was so excited for his birthday party. Jordan said he was so excited to be invited to his birthday party.

Brian and I are also finished with our first month of trying to lose weight. Now, I think I said I wanted to lose like 15 lbs this month and it is so not going to happen. Try 5 or 6. That’s okay, I’m not upset. I only have 12 pounds to go to get back to my pre baby weight. Twelve is not horrible and if I keep at this rate I’ll be back to my old self by Spring Break. Brian has kept to his little diet which includes not snacking and zero alcohol. I, however, have not. I don’t snack all that much but I really do enjoy a glass or two or three or four of wine every so often. Sorry, a girl has to have a vice and since my shopping is always being put on hold this is all I have.

For some reason I was thinking of something Brian said to me on our way into work. “I just wanted you to know that if you ever fall down these stairs, I’m going to laugh at you before I help you.” My response? “Ditto.”

Ignorance Isn't Always Bliss

A while back Brian and I had lunch at a little Chinese restaurant that’s a couple of blocks from our work. We sat down and ordered our food. While we were waiting to eat, some women came in and sat down in the booth behind us. Whatever. We didn’t even really notice them. Until one of the women began to speak. I so wish she would have just kept her big, fat mouth shut, but alas, people who have big, fat mouths usually can’t keep them shut. I suppose that’s why they are referred to as big mouths. Right?

She begins to talk to her lunch mate. Apparently she had just returned from vacationing in Phoenix. She did all sorts of things while in Phoenix. She shopped in Phoenix, she was tan because of her trip to Phoenix. Now she’s so busy at home because of this visit to Phoenix she can barely get caught up. Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix. I was basically at a point (especially since I was 8 months or so pregnant at the time) that if I heard this woman say Phoenix one more time I might try and find some chopsticks and poke her buggy eyes out of her head.

In the meantime, Brian and I had begun to eat and a man who worked at the restaurant (I don’t believe he was a waiter) stopped by the women’s table and started talking with them. He asked if they had been helped and if they needed anything. They requested some tea. Of course, before he left their table to get some tea, the woman mentions how she went to Phoenix. I swallow my food with a gulp to contain my annoyance. She goes on and on and on talking to this guy about her damn trip. She finally shut up long enough for him to leave their table. He was very friendly, this man. He nodded and smiled and offered comments about her insipid trip that she wouldn’t shut up about.

He was away from the table a few minutes and had in fact stopped by other tables to greet the customers and make sure everyone was satisfied with their food and service, because there were other people in the restaurant at the time. While he was making the rounds, this woman, whom I abhor by now and who has Brian rolling his eyes every few minutes is again talking with her friend. Probably about Phoenix, but I have started to ignore her at this point. Until she states very loudly that she still hasn’t been served her tea yet. “Didn’t we ask for tea?” she asks her friend. Her friend nods. I actually think her friend might be a mute because she hasn’t spoken a word the entire time they had been sitting there. “Where is our tea, then?” She inquires. “I mean, seriously, doesn’t that man speak English? Should I have spoken to him slower? I don’t think he knows English because I am sitting here and we still haven’t received our tea. Are we ever going to get our tea? This is ridiculous.”

No, bitch, you know what’s ridiculous is your loud mouth. Shut up and let others enjoy their meal. If I would have known that such a horribly loud and horribly rude person was going to come in three minutes after we were seated I would have order to go! I would have said something like that except Brian hates when I do that so I just sat there biting my tongue trying my very best not to freak out.

I am so glad I didn’t explode in the restaurant because a few days later Brian and I were eating in the cafeteria at our work and we saw her! She works at the same place as we do. Can you imagine? I don’t know what she does but how uncomfortable would that be if I would have mouthed off to her at the restaurant and then had to see her every day at work. I know some of you are thinking that little fact shouldn’t matter. Just because I work with her isn’t necessarily a reason not to explode on someone, but I don’t think it’s that easy. I have no idea what she does or who she works for, but I know what I do and who I work for. I’m a peon in this big company and I don’t want to get fired because some big, fat, ugly lady is a bigot. But, every time I see her I want to punch her in the face. And I haven’t done so yet, but I’m going to make sure that everyone I know is informed of her behavior at the restaurant because at the very least they will look at her with a little bit of disgust when they see her. I suppose that will have to do for now. At least until I become some bigwig and I can fire her. Um, I’m not holding my breath.

I Always Knew I Was Super Cool

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I'm Not That Young

Seriously, I'm almost 30. There was a time, long ago, that number was middle age. Middle age! Thirty! Three-zero. Scary. Seven and a half months and I will be 30. And I still won't have my boobs because Brian has this plan to pay off all of our debt in like three years or something. Um this isn't where I was going with this.

The other day I was forwarded an email by someone at my work. You know, one of those emails that office workers forward one another. I don't have the email anymore but it was some list about being married by Red Skeleton. Above the list the sender of the email asked if I even knew who Red Skeleton was.

Hmm. No, Red Skeleton doesn't sound familiar to me. "Who is he?" I replied.

I was informed that he use to have a TV show awhile back.

Still don't know who he's talking about. I need more info. "Was the show on cable?" I innocently asked. Because if it was on cable I probably wouldn't remember. I mean there's a million cable channels these days. I don't know even half the shows that air on cable.

The response I received was somewhat confusing. "Funny! I'm not that much older than you."

"Um, I'm not sure what your talking about. Was it on cable or not?!"

Then I found out why he thought my question was humorous. "No, it was on before there was cable."

"What?" I wrote back. "You think I could remember a TV show that aired before cable? How long ago was that? How old was I? Four?"

He said I was hurting his feelings and I apologized but come on! Before cable. That's hilarous. I do remember when people in my neighborhood started subscribing to cable, but I can't even remember the year. I guess I was at least 6. Before cable!

Happy, Happy Birthday

Today is Brian’s birthday. He is a whopping 27 years old. That’s right, he’s younger than me. I don’t even care. He can be younger than me. It doesn’t bother me that when I was a senior in high school he was a ninth grader. Or was he a sophomore? It doesn’t matter. It still seems young in terms of high school. Thank God we aren’t in high school.

I would write something sappy and sweet, but he seriously doesn’t like that type of thing so I won’t. I will just say Happy Birthday sweetie pie, honey buns, sugar cube. How’s that for sappy?

Yesterday was Riley’s birthday. He turned 9. I can’t believe he’s nine. I can’t believe I have a 2 month old baby and a 9 year old. That is freaking insane! This year isn’t my year to have Riley on his birthday so instead I took the day off to deliver cupcakes to his class. It was so fun. 3rd graders are adorable. They saw me walk in with the cupcakes and they all of a sudden began whispering and talking. It was funny. Everyone sang Happy Birthday and I think he was a little embarrassed, which I don’t think he gets embarrassed all that often. I’ve never been able to take him treats to school on his birthday before. After yesterday, no matter what, I am taking him treats. I could tell he was really happy about it.

What else did I do on my day off, you ask? Well, Jillian had a doctor’s appointment. For such a sweet little baby she sure does have a temper. She was screaming through the entire appointment. It all started when they were measuring her head, then again when they used the stethoscope, and when they checked her ears, and when they moved her legs and again when they were holding her legs to give her shots. I thought I was going to be so upset when she had to have her first shots, but it wasn’t too bad. She was already screaming so when they put the needle in her fat little thigh I couldn’t tell if she was screaming because of the shot or because they had their hand on her legs. Usually the first shots can be very traumatic for the mom. Not this time. I got off easy.

That is why I had no time to blog yesterday. Actually I don't have much time to blog today, but I've managed to get this little post in and read my favorite blogs. Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Deserted

I left the office this morning to go volunteer in Riley's 3rd grade class, which I love to do. I came back after lunch and my entire department is gone. Gone! You might not think this was so weird because it's lunch time, however I am the only person in the department that takes a lunch. Which could account for the low wages I earn, but probably not. Anyhow, I feel like I've been left out of something which is so completely rude. Unless it's some boring meeting. Than I won't feel so bad, but if they went to lunch I'm going to be super upset. I checked my calendar and I don't see anything scheduled. Rude!!!

Hey I here people returning. I'm going to go yell at them now.

Tagged By Queen

It sounds naughty but it's not. It's a game.

The rules are: The first player of this game starts with the topic five weird habits of yourself (did that), and people who get tagged (listed below) need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says you are tagged (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

Here are my five weird habits. This is actually more difficult than it sounds. I guess I don’t consider my habits weird.

1. I have to multi-task. Seriously, I’m writing this and doing at least 5 other things at the same time. I can’t finish one task and then move on to the next. That’s much too boring. I do a little of one, then do a little of another and so on until I finish one. Then I add another into the loop. And I do them in the same order. For instance, I write a little on my blog, then I answer an email, then I listen to my phone messages, then I work on this report I get every day, then I open a piece of mail. Then the little cycle starts again.

2. I’m a freak about the kitchen. The rest of the house could be a complete disaster and, I wouldn’t say that I’m fine with it, but I can cope, but if there’s dirty dishes in the sink I freak out. I hate dirty dishes in the sink. Before I go to bed I always make sure the kitchen is clean. I hate waking up and going downstairs to make coffee and see the kitchen is dirty. I guess I just find it disgusting. There are times when I can’t fit all the dishes into the dishwasher at night, so I run the dishwasher and unload it in the morning so I can put the dishes in there before work. I hate dirty dishes.

3. I’m not a morning person, but I never have a problem getting out of bed. I might hit snooze a few times, but for the most part I enjoy getting up and making coffee and taking a shower and getting ready for the day. It makes me feel productive. I don’t, however, enjoy people talking to me until I’ve had at least one cup of coffee and if you’re a co-worker I would wait until after my second cup. I can’t deal without coffee.

4. This one isn’t so much weird as it’s just a bad habit. I’m a horrible listener. People can be talking to me and I’m sitting there and I know I’m smiling and nodding at them. Next thing I know 15 minutes has passed and I don’t know what in the hell they’re talking about. You can’t very well have someone repeat 15 minutes worth of conversation. I just hope there aren’t any quizzes afterwards. Yikes!

5. For my last one, I’m going to have to admit I’m a bit of a flake. Is that a habit? I don’t know, but I lock my keys in my car all the time, I have lost my card that enables me to enter my workplace probably five or six times in three years, and I’m constantly forgetting things, such as appointments. I can’t help it. There are too many things going on at once. I’m frazzled.

Alright, I'm suppose to tag 5 people, but that's my entire readership. So, I think you should all do it and post a comment telling me you made the list and I'll go read it. Do it now!

Lost Sex Life

Brian and I like to watch TV shows on DVD. It’s much more enjoyable that way. Well, except for our new DVD player Santa brought us is completely messed up. It makes ALL the DVD’s skip, even the new ones. Sometimes it won’t even open. We are constantly turning it off and on, off and on. Anyway, we have started watching (and have almost finished the first season) the series Lost. It is so good. It is unbelievably good. I was skeptical at first, as I usually am about new TV shows, but this one has me captivated. I’m upset that we’re on the last disk because we’re going to have to wait until fall to start season 2. It’s such a long time from now.

It really is the best way to watch TV. Any time you want you can pop in an episode and watch it completely commercial free. I realize that some people have that thing, whatever it’s called, where you can record all your shows and watch them whenever without commercials. We, however, are not those people. We drive down to the video store every couple of days and rent a couple of disks of the series we happen to be watching at the time, go home, watch the episodes, and then return the DVDs, hopefully before it’s due. It makes life a little bit more exciting, alright? The only exception to this ritual is The West Wing. We buy these because it’s my favorite show and I’ve been getting a new season for either my birthday or Christmas for a couple of years now. We’re on season 5. I haven’t seen season 5 yet. I used to be an avid watcher of The West Wing, but once we started watching it on DVD I stopped watching it on TV. Why I’m rambling about TV shows, I have no idea. I’m just saying, Lost is awesome and you should watch it if you don’t already. Especially if you’re a TV watcher like I happen to be.

Enough of that. Blah! Here’s my other topic: I use to think that couples were lying when they said they didn’t have time to have sex after they had a baby. I just thought you found time to do that. If you really want to have sex, then you just have sex. Otherwise, your just using the “not enough time” thing as an excuse. I don’t think that anymore. Sometimes, you seriously don’t have time when there’s a baby. Between work and taking care of Jillian and trying to keep the house in a somewhat decent order and laundry and sleep I sometimes run out of time or fall asleep before the act takes place. I know I talk about sex a lot, but I haven’t had it nearly as much as I used to, you know, before Jillian. It’s crazy.

Last night we went upstairs and climbed into bed. I decided that since Jilly was sleeping peacefully downstairs in her crib I would take that opportunity to seduce Brian. Next thing I know I’m waking up at 3 am, because the baby hasn’t cried all night and I’m wondering if she’s still alive. After going downstairs and checking to see if she’s still breathing I remembered that I was trying to have sex only 5 hours before and I didn’t. Because I fell asleep. What kind of nonsense is that? I fell asleep. It sucks.

Brian and I use to have sex whenever. We never limited it to before bed or when we woke up. Sometimes, I would come home from work and we would have sex after I changed out of my work clothes. Or sometimes we would get a quick one in after dinner when we were doing nothing but watching TV. Now? Now we’re sometimes lucky enough to do it in the morning before the alarm goes off and after the baby has had a bottle. It's like she knows when we're about to have sex. Once we went to bed and she was sound asleep and we decided to give it a try. Next thing we know she wakes up and starts to fuss. We ignore her. Then she starts to get louder and grumpier. Still ignoring her. Then she starts screaming her pretty little baby head off. Screaming! Do you know how hard it is to finish when there is a screaming baby in the room with you. Pretty darn hard.

And it’s funny that I’m writing this because Brian just sent me an email with a link to a news story titled TV in the bedroom halves your sex life - study - Yahoo! News


We don’t have a TV in our room at the moment, but I had been thinking about getting one. It looks like I won’t be doing that anytime soon. If we halved our sex life it would be closer to the zero mark than I’m willing to get. How freaking scary. All right. I’m going to read the article.

The Dreaded Move

The place where I work is selling the building. I’m not sure to whom they are selling yet, but word is they have a buyer. There are 5 floors to the building, plus a basement. The first three floors are going to be leased by my company and the top 2 floors will be occupied with whomever the buyers want to put there. That means I have to move, because I’m on the 4th floor. I have known this for about a year, but things are finally going to be moving along, probably next month.

The thing is, upon hearing the news we would be moving spots and downgrading our offices, I didn’t care. I was like, so what? My office is going to be smaller. That’s okay. It’s pretty big right now. I can take a smaller office. Now that we have an actual floor plan of where we’re moving to, I’m kind of annoyed. My office is going to be way smaller. Even smaller than Brian’s, when before my office was bigger than his boss’s office. That is how much I’m downgrading. Plus, they are cramming us in this little tiny spot. All of us. Crammed. Now I don’t like to speak unkindly about my co-workers, because I just don’t. Unless of course you work with me, then I would tell you all the horrible things they do on a daily basis, but you don’t work with me. Your strangers to my work place and probably wouldn’t understand my frustration. But, let me tell you, some of the people I work with do not have pleasant dispositions. Now, I’m going to be scrunched together and have a little tiny office with less walls. There’s practically nothing standing between me and them. It’s horrible.

Let me give you a few examples of how my life is going to be tortured. First, the woman that sits next to me right now is somewhat demanding. When I say somewhat I really mean very. Anyway, she has a tendency to speak to me loudly over our office/cube walls. Okay, she yells at me. Usually when she does this I just get up and leave and hide in the bathroom until I think she might forget about whatever it is she was going to tell me. She can’t see me leave because we have the walls. She just thinks I wasn’t in my office when she was yelling at me. When we move, I won’t have this luxury. She’ll see me if I try and leave. She’ll be able to harass me at her leisure.

Another woman that I don’t sit by now, thank God, but am suppose to sit right next to after the move is even worse. She is the biggest complainer about every little thing, like people talking to another and having fun and she talks on the phone constantly. Loud. And she is mean to those people on the phone. Plus, I don’t want her knowing any of my business. She has been known to try to sabotage people because she wants their job. I’m not kidding. She is one of those people. I didn’t even believe they existed until I met her. She also has decided to nickname me “momma”. Ever since I told people I was pregnant she has called me “momma”. Listen, I am not your “momma”. Do not call me that. No one calls me that. Not even my kids. I find it completely tasteless. Brian thinks it would be funny if she called him “daddy”. I told him not to make me puke. Anyway, I don’t want to share a wall with her. That’s all I’m saying.

However, I might be saved. My friend, who is in another department that works closely with mine made the suggestion that perhaps I should be sitting with them. I do work with them all the time and it might make more sense. Then, I wouldn’t have to worry about either of the women that I’m worried about.

You see why I don’t like to complain about my co-workers? It makes me sound petty, which I totally am. So there. You learn something new every day. It’s just, when it comes to them, there is only so much a person can take before they go insane. I really hope the latter arrangement works out. I hope, I hope, I hope…

Not Even Close

I had fun Friday night. I was home by 10:30, but I still had a good time. I needed to get out with the girls for a little while. We all met up at a little bar/restaurant in Meridian before we headed downtown. They all thought the waitress had a crush on me because she kept bringing me beer samples. Whatever, she was just being nice. Sure she didn’t offer them beer samples, but nonetheless, it’s her job to be friendly and accommodating. Right? She was very, very nice and I got the equivalent of a free beer out of it. Not that I would be offended in anyway if she did have a crush on me. My friends know this, they just like to tease.

Tammy thinks I give off a vibe. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but we have a friend who is very flirty with her girlfriends, and she has been very flirty with me every time we’ve gone out together. When I say flirty what I really mean is kissy. She likes to kiss. She likes to kiss girls. Sometimes, I happen to be that girl. I don’t mind. She’s a hot girl. She reminds me of Denise Richards. Who wouldn’t want to be kissed by Denise Richards, right? Her usual kisses are just little pecks here and there and when she dances next you it’s more like she’s dancing on you. But, last year when we went out, she, for some reason, decided to give me a full fledged, open mouth kiss. I was taken aback. But only for a second. Then I just sort of went with it. Besides, I will probably never, ever kiss a girl like that ever again. I may as well see what it’s like. It wasn’t so bad. I would probably let her kiss me again.

When I told Brian about this kiss I think he was a little disturbed at first. He thought we were doing it front of boys. Now, I was a little wasted by then, but I told him I distinctly remember there not being any boys there. I didn’t remember where the kiss took place, but I could say for certainty there weren’t any guys around. Tammy later told me it happened in the girl’s bathroom. Weird. After that he was fine with it. He always asks me if she’s going to be there when we go out. I think he’s hoping for a better story.

Last night I had a dream that I was friends with Ellen Degeneres. Brian thinks I’m turning into a lesbian. Not even close. As much as I like to flirt with girls and hang out with girls and notice that some girls are hot or pretty, I probably couldn’t ever take it any further than that. When it comes right down to it I like the boys. I told Brian that the entire concept of being with a girl sounds alluring, but I would probably end up not going through with anything if I was ever in a situation where something other than kissing would happen. I was sorry to burst his bubble but it’s true.

I watched an episode of Oprah once where she was interviewing gay men and women. Every single one of them had a common thread-they knew they liked the same sex since before the age of 9. Each and every one of them knew before they even hit puberty that they were gay. It wasn’t something they decided overnight, it wasn’t something they were talked into or were experimenting with, it wasn’t some switch they decided to make because they had fallen in love with people of the opposite sex and were then dumped by those people. No, they actually knew their whole entire lives. Sure it took many of them awhile to admit these feelings to the world, and sometimes even to themselves, but they knew. I can honestly say that all my childhood crushes were male. Only recently have I developed these little crushes on women. But, that’s all they are. Little crushes, little attractions. I love being with Brian and trying to be with a woman would be like a lesbian trying to be with a man. It just wouldn’t feel right.

Tonight

Tonight I'm having a girls' night with the usual girls. I'm excited. Tonight is going to be somewhere in between this night and this night. The first night was a semi-crazy night with lots of alcohol consumption, resulting in my sorry ass getting sick. The second night I was pregnant and while I had fun going out with the girls, it was pretty mellow. Tonight, I'm going to meet the girls for dinner downtown, have a few drinks, and head home. Nothing too wild for me. Yet. Maybe when the baby is a little older I'll go out to the bars. Also, I want to be a tad bit thinner for that. There's nothing worse than having to buy your own drinks. What a waste.

Good news, the baby slept 7 hours last night. I'm not sure if it was just a fluke or if it's going to continue, but I'm certainly happy enough. I haven't had that much sleep since, well, November 15th. It's funny though, when I got out of bed my legs felt weak. I guess they aren't used to laying down for that long.

This week has been good. I have worked out 3 days so far and I plan on working out today. I'm very proud of myself. Brian and I are going to weigh ourselves every week to see if we make any progress to dropping some weight. He cheated and weighed himself this morning. That was not a very good decision on his part. He wasn't happy with what he saw. He should have waited.

Alright, since I don't have much to say this week you should all go visit Marguerite's blog. She is so hilarious, especially the post about "the accident". I might just think that one is especially funny, because I'm horrible and I think stories about people hurting themselves is funny. Like the time that Brian walked into the sliding door, even though we have sun catchers on the door to prevent such things. Or the time when I burned his ass with the hair dryer. That was awesome. I was laughing so hard I didn't even notice when he punched me in the arm. Anyway, she just started posting again and everything she writes is great. It's worth the mouse click.

Back To Normal

Well, work has proven to be better for me than I imagined. Despite all the apprehension I'm relieved to be back. Now things should run more smoothly. I think I was becoming depressed staying home. I like this getting up early and showering thing much better than staying in jammies until noon. I feel so much more productive and useful. I do wish I had more time with the baby, but it isn't an option. Besides, I think she's adjusting pretty well to hanging out with grandma all day. Maybe she's adjusting too well. I will just have to get used to that I suppose.

Brian and I watched the worse movie the other night. It's called Devil's Pond. We only have 5 channels and it was the only thing on Tuesday night. We didn't have a choice. Anyway, we were unsure what the movie was really about. There was no point to it. Plus, it had Tara Reid and Kip Pardue in the starring roles. We should have guessed it would be awful. Regardless, it was about this couple who got married and went to a cabin on an island in the middle of some lake. The husband went pyscho and held the wife hostage until, of course, she made her grand escape at the end of the movie, which included shooting off the husbands hand. It was disgusting. Don't ever watch it. Ever. I don't even know where this movie came from. I had never heard of it before.

Well, that's really I have to report on right now. I promise to come up with something more witty and clever soon. Really, I will.

A New Year

It's here. 2006. It doesn't feel much different. We didn't make it to midnight, we crashed about 11:30 or so. I was pretty certain we wouldn't make it. We were tired. It's hard waking up every morning at 2:00 and then again at 6:00. It can wear a person out and even worse, it can make people very, very cranky. Which could account for our grouchiness towards each other. Brian said that he can go without sleep and he could go without sex, but not both at the same time. That was easily remedied since we can't change the baby's sleeping habits yet.

On New Year's morning Brian woke up with Jillian for her 6:00 feeding and let me sleep in until around 8:00. He then woke me up in my favorite way--with kisses. It's very sweet actually, but if I didn't like him so much I might consider it annoying. But I don't mind that he pounces on me and smothers me with kisses all over my face all the while singing, "I'm waking you up with kisses, I'm waking you up with kisses."

He then proceeded to tell me all the things he had accomplished while I was sleeping. He fed the baby and played with her a bit, he did the dishes, he got the paper from outside and he took away all of my credit cards. All of them. My wallet now consists of a stinking library card, my pass to get into work, my driver's license, and the punch card to a bagel shop. WTF!!! Why did you take my credit cards. What the heck am I going to do? He has decided to put me on a budget. Now I have to open a checking account and he will give me a certain amount each week to deposit and spend at my convenience. Something about paying down our debt in order to purchase a new home in the future. All I hear is blah, blah, blah. I don't like this plan so far. Oh well.

Side note: The reason I don't have a checking account now, is because when I did have one I never balanced it. Which would have been fine except somehow it was always in the negative and Brian was always writing me checks. He made me swear not to do that anymore.

Other important news: Jillian has graduated to her crib. It's so nice not having her grunt and groan all night in our room. We sleep much more peacefully. Yes, we have to go much further to feed her, but it's worth it. I don't feel guilty at all. I thought I might, but I don't.

We watched part of Dukes of Hazard New Year's Eve. That movie totally and completely sucks. I'm so disappointed. I thought it might be cheesy, but even some cheesy movies are clever. Not this one. It was stupid! I'm so, so disappointed.

Alright that's all I have now. I'm going back to work tomorrow. Don't miss me too much if I don't write for a few days. Oh yes, go check out our pics. Happy New Year!