Are you in the military?

I was checking out the traffic on this blog to see if anyone was coming here via googling porn like on Scooters blog, no :( , and see someone from a military post has been checking this blog out from time to time. Who is you? I'm curious. Actually I would love it is anyone who stumbled upon this blog would say hi - you suck, or whatever.

Thanks

25 Random Things

I'm not going to post rules or tag people. I did that on facebook. Here is what I wrote there:

1. I have been ignoring all the tags from this stupid 25 Random Things crap, but I swear 25 people have tagged me so fine.

2. So far, I have lived in 5 states and want to go south west next.

3. My first child was conceived at age 35 via donation.

4. I helped my cat give birth. Every time I tried to leave she'd follow me with a kitten hanging half out of her.

5. I found my first gray hair at age 21 along with my first wrinkle.

6. I am fascinated seeing the resemblances between children and their parents, but can't see the likeness between myself and my daughter.

7. I used to want to be a ballerina, gymnast, actress, archaeologist, beautician, glass blower, ceramicist. Pretty much in that order.

8. I like to play games - card, board, darts, puzzles, alone or in competition. I am highly competitive.

9. I have still not figured out the thing I am supposed to do when I grow up. I think about it a lot, but nothing seems right.

10. Every part of my body is over sensitive. For instance I don't like fans blowing on me because it tickles the tiny hairs on my body and drives me insane.

11. I cannot get really really drunk. My stomach gives me the stop signal before that happens and I listen. I have never passed out.

12. I have never broken a bone on my body, not been hospitalized until having a baby.

13.I have done more drugs than just about everyone I know, but now have absolutely no interest in doing anything, nor do I even take prescription drugs. Except maybe X. That was pretty good.

14. My musical preferences are all over the place, but pretty much boil down to harmonizing voices. Harmonizing voices give me goosebumps every time.

15. I have a hard time remembering names. So much so that I still don't know the names of my daughters daycare teachers.

16. I have owned 13 vehicles so far. Most of them shit the bed on me.

17. I have been to 13 different schools. 9 by the 9th grade.

18. I dress for comfort most of the time, but would love to play dress up in fancy Victorian gowns every day.

19. I worked on a small organic vegetable farm for years, but rarely ate anything from the farm.

20. I collected 50 porcelain dolls over the years knowing that I liked them because I really wanted my own child. They are in storage now waiting to see if my daughter would like them.

21. I love yard sales and they have ruined my ability to buy retail. If it costs more than a quarter it's too expensive!

22. I do not have a favorite color nor a favorite number.

23. I use an old blanket for a pillow and have done so for a very long time. It is way more comfortable than a pillow. The one I use now is from my freshman year in the dorms at KCAI.

24. I can't decide if I want a girl or boy this time around. I always wanted twins - one of each, but that's not going to happen because this is IT.

25. Now I'm a little depressed. I had a hard time thinking of anything about myself that would be of interest and this is all I came up with. Oh well. I'm good at not dwelling.

The McGriddle

I have been eating breakfast out almost every day for the past 4 months. I switch between McDonalds, Dunkies, and The local diner. Today for the first time ever I decided to try the McGriddle. It kinda tasted good. It tasted good until about 1/2 way through then it was pretty gross till I stopped eating it about 3/4 through the sandwich. I feel pretty gross now.

The good news is that I am two pounds down from last week, where I had a four pound gain! That means that I have only gained 2 pounds in the past 4 months of pregnancy! And NO, I am so not starving myself. I am eating pretty much whatever I want while watching the fat and sodium to to a degree. I swelled up horribly with Sadie, and would like to avoid that, so I try to make sure the protein is high and the sodium is low, but I still eat crap like McGriddles sometimes.

I still haven;t told my bosses I'm pregnant. I was told to expect a Christmas bonus, and I know I won't get one if I'm pregnant. I want to be paid for my time off. Last time I was in the hospital for a week and took 3 weeks after to recover from the C-section and spend time with my girl. It sucks, but I will do the same this time and in exchange I want them to pay me for those 4 weeks. Hell, I actually covered a shift 2 days after I got home last time.

I was wide awake last night around 12:30 am freaking out about money. What will I do if they don't pay me for my time off? How will I afford daycare for 2 children when I can't afford it for the one? I am out $300 a month from losing my basement dweller and mom is tapped. I shouldn't worry. The worse that could happen is I can't pay my mortgage and I lose the house, right? I hate my stupid falling apart house anyway. I wouldn't mind another basement dweller, as long as they can reliably pay their rent on time and are quite and honest. It's a decent basement. Well, it will be once I replace the shower. All the parts are in my back yard.

My bedroom is a mess and that adds to my anxiety. I don't put clean clothes away and it's a mess, but resting is always the option I pick when I have free time.

I have to interview people now. We are probably one of the few companies hiring in Michigan right now.

Burlington Coat Factory

My email to their corporate office:

In the interest of keeping a business profitable in Michigan I would like to bring an important issue to your attention. I visited your Westland, MI store on Saturday January 17th with every intention of buying a coat, even if I didn't find one I really liked. I needed a new coat badly! I went to the section that was tagged with my size and found every size available from small to 3x. I do not have the time or patience to search through your thousands of coats to find the correct size and fit. I put down the hat and gloves I was going to purchase along with the coat and left disappointed. I will not shop there again and I doubt I am the only person who feels this way. Sincerely, Kim A

They responded with a form letter as expected - your opinion is important to us blah blah blah.

But then they actually sent me something I wasn't expecting. It's the response to my letter that the customer relations person sent to the store manager:

I'M DEEPLY SORRY THAT THE CUSTOMER FELT THIS WAY. WE WILL PULL A TEAM
TOGETHER TO RE-SIZE THE COATS UP TO COMPANY STANDARDS. IF SHE WOULD LIKE
TO RE-VISIT THE STORE WE WOULD GLADLY HELP HER WHEN SHE COMES IN.

ST 530

YOLANDA LEE
STORE MANAGER

Then the Customer relations chick said thank you and sent a copy to me. It's not much, but it wasn't just a form letter and that is something. They still fucked up the most important part - where's my coupon/gift card?? I'm still not going back, but I would have if they had sent me a gift card. I'm just going to order online or most likely I'll just see the rest of the winter out with my hoodie. The worst of the cold has to be over, right?

Another whining post

Turns out I'm losing my medical coverage from U of M. It was good while it lasted. It was awesome actually. They tossed my bills for a year and a half - like charity. Nice of them, Don't you think? My work offers some shitty plan now through the county. I have to pay monthly and the benefits are mediocre. I don't think I'm going to bother. If I get a brain tumor or something I'll quit work and get on the medicaid anyway. The pregnancy is already covered by medicaid. It still sucks to lose the charity coverage.

I couldn't listen to/watch the inauguration today. the WWW was swamped is my guess. I could watch 2 seconds then it would pause for 20 seconds. So frustrating.

I was told today that I need to keep an eye on Sadie's weight. I was really concerned when she was tiny, but I relaxed about her weight. Now I'm told to worry again. She was 99th percentile for everything at first, but now her height is 75th percentile, which makes her heavy for her height. She looks perfect to me, but I guess I'm wrong, tho when I said so are you saying she looks fat the dietitian said I didn't say that - just keep an eye on it. And then she told me to keep doing the same - not to even switch her to 2% milk yet. Okay then - I'll just keep an eye on it and watch her get fat?

You know, today has just kinda sucked, but everything else is just little crap. Traffic sucked, weather sucks, lunch sucked... whatever. Hard to say if I'm just being moody. I don't think it matters why, does it?

"they could pretent they're bad blacks"

So, nice houses are selling in Detroit for nothing or next to nothing. My mother just interrupted my musings on how to punish my asshole boyfriend to say that she wished she could buy one of those houses and I suggested we should buy a few blocks of Detroit and have safety in numbers. Then mom said that the good blacks would probably like to move in around our white neighborhood. I said oh yeah sure they could hide the whites from the gangstas. Then mom said we would be a little safer because they (good blacks) could pretend they're bad blacks.

Any suggestions on how to passive aggressively punish my boyfriend for waking me up 4 times? The 4th time he allowed Sadie to yell outside my door because "he was sleepy" even though he slept in and was supposed to be allowing me some sleep after waking me up 3 times. I need to get this aggression out some way. I wish I could shovel, but it really fucks my back up and it's hard to recover. God, I am so tired and angry.

Anyway, we like to have fun with inappropriate conversations from time to time.

That makes me think of my sweet neighbor Cindy. She is black, as is 90 percent of my neighborhood. One day she told me that she had to get out of this neighborhood because "it was getting too dark". I laughed my ass off! She was serious!

So, is anyone interested in buying a house next to us in Detroit? Black or white or whatever color of course, you just need to keep your house and lawn up. Gay would be fabulous, as I'm told they did a terrific job with San Francisco. You might want to bring a big dog or gun or something with you, though I don't think there would be that much trouble. I lived in the middle of cracktown Kansas City, and no one messed with us... I think they thought if we lived there we must be nuts and people don't like to mess with nuts.

Plans for Saturday night

So this donkey show I was just watching on the net got me thinking...

How much does it really hurt to get it in the ass if you were properly lubed up. I hear it is imperative that you are very turned on and that it can actually be enjoyable. Now I already have a hole that I like to use, so I'm thinking about my boyfriends hole.

If what I have read is true, then by stimulating his prostate he could have an incredible orgasm! Also, stimulating his prostate glands reduces his risk of prostate cancer. I would be doing him a favor if I were to ram his ass.

My boyfriend is not really amused by my occasional suggestions of strapping one on and riding him home and he usually has a slightly almost amused but fearful look on his face because he knows I might be serious.

The only issue here... I don't think I would get in to it. But who knows - don't knock it till you try it right? I just like to talk about it mostly because of my dear boyfriends facial expression when I mention it.

I'm going to cook this child if it doesn't warm up soon.

Oh how I dream of a long soak in a hot tub that is set just a couple degrees too hot. I dream of the sting that I feel in every pore of my body as I lower myself into the steaming bubbling water. I am one big goose bump lately and I long to be over heated so that when I exit the hot tub and step in to the cold winter air I will not even feel it. I want to be so warm when I get out I can see the steam rise off of my body as I put on my robe.

I'm told I would cook this baby and cause permanent damage if I were to enjoy a hot tub. I'm still thinking about it. I'm just sayin' is all. I'm fucking cold. My office is cold. My fingers and toes are really cold. I don't remember the last time winter felt this cold. And it's taking forever! I think spring should automatically start after we have had a total of 2 feet of snow. Or maybe I should just move south. When the market bounces back. Aaaahhhh ha ha ha ha ha.

Baby needs chocolate

I just wrote that title and hit enter - causing my blog to be published. I considered leaving the blog that way, but that would probably only amuse me. But then you're not going to be entertained by what follows anyway so to hell with you I'll do what I want.

I have a headache, but other than that I am having a decent day.

Here's the latest reason why: I got hit by the chocolate bug a minute ago and thought I was screwed, but I checked my stash drawer here at work and it has as many caramel kisses as I need to satisfy this child's craving. I say it is the baby's craving because sometimes I want chocolate, but I'm happy with a bite and usually only when my period is coming. Now I want some chocolate motherfucker and you had better not stand in my way of it or I'll kill you. My baby is apparently a selfish asshole.

Also: I have such a good child. I was reminded of that fact while watching my friends child. He is 3 and actually creeps me out a little. He hisses. He contorts his face and makes horrid noises for a really long time. He will just start jumping up and down and screaming with his contorted face and he does it for a really long time - it gets uncomfortable after a while. It's disturbing. Sadie was looking at him like he was nuts. She was telling him "no" when he crashed her toys around. I have a good, conscientious child with common sense. Thank goodness. I hope the bugger in my belly is as good... but I doubt it. No one is that lucky.

Plus: I am a minimalist when it comes to my house. Not that you can tell by looking around in my house, but what's a woman to do with so many people living in a 1000 sf house? Anyway, I wanted a nice armoire for my living room to tuck in the corner that would hide all of the electronics and movies and TV and clear some space in the tiny room. Instead I ended up with a ginormous entertainment center that took up half of the room. I hated that thing every day. I've been trolling craigslist for some time, but the few pieces that I liked were out of my price range. We found one selling for $250 at an estate sale on Saturday and bought it for 1/2 off on Sunday. I borrowed the $125 but it was worth it. It took us all day yesterday to get the living room rearranged and cable wires moved and blah blah blah, but Mark got everything wired perfectly the first time and I am PSYCHED!!! I'm like best-present-at-Christmas psyched. yay.

I'll be getting enough back from taxes to pay off my car and entertainment center with some left over to pad the bills. It's not a vacation, but I like to have my bills paid.

That's all for now. 5 caramel kisses later the headache is still there. Maybe a slurpee would help.

It's a good day

I have my car back. It's still a bit of a mystery, but I think it just really needed a major tune up. There's a story behind it, but it's boring.

I just got back from a few appointments. MY OB appointment took 5 minutes. Blood pressure good and baby's BPM were in the 150's. There was nothing else to discuss. I had an ultrasound of my gallbladder. It hurts worse than a baby ultrasound. I have no idea if they saw anything interesting. I had an appt with a financial guy for U of M. He has been putting me off since I found out I was pregnant and I finally got in to see him about getting coverage for the baby. Finally. Paperwork is done. There was something else good...

I got my results back from my NT screen - My chances of having a Downs Syndrome baby were like 1 in 126 or something and now it's 1 in 3000+ something or other and same goes for the trisomy 13 & 18.

Went to the Joe to watch the Red Wings last night. We were not disappointed. They scored 6 goals to their 1. Jesse, Mark, and Aaron all missed at least 1 goal each because they kept leaving to get more beer or pee or get food for their girls.

OH!!! Now I remember the good news! I haven't gained 1 pound so far with this pregnancy. I am 14 weeks today. I feel like I am always eating, but I think it only feels that way because I usually don't have an appetite. If only I could remember to take my dang prenatal I'd really be a good mommy.

Another car bites the dust?

*sigh*

It just wouldn't start this morning. It made a funny little noise and wouldn't start. Bill came over and tinkered around, but could only guess that maybe it was the timing belt. He said that like it was a really really bad thing. I have a call in to an unemployed ex mechanic who might work on it. I am so tired of car problems and simply haven't got the money to put in to one more frickin car. This one isn't even paid off yet. Was I too optimistic to think this might be the car that I keep for more than a year?

I JUST FIGURED IT OUT. It's the tires. Every car that I have lost, at least since moving to Michigan, died shortly after I gave it new tires. All of them swear to god. Motherfucker.