South Western Snow Storm!

It started snowing Friday December 29th at about 8 am and it hasnt stopped for more than two hours total. Even as I write this, tiny flakes still fall.
No captions because I think the pictures speak for themselves.

My pleasure to introduce you to...

James William. Thats right, its a boy!!! Below is a slide show of his first pictures. It was awesome to see him on that tiny little screen and see him move as well as feel him. Hubby is tickled beyond belief that he has a little boy on the way. Now granted the lady who did the ultrasound was only 99% sure its a boy, but we are liking those odds.
My parents were there and so were the hubbies, plus him and I, well, it made for a packed little room, but there wasnt a dry eye to be found on the grandma's and the grandpa's were puffed up and very proud. Not to mention the perma grin hubby wore for the rest of the day. (And still has.) She said he looked healthy, heart pumping away and although he moved a lot at first he did eventually settle down enough to wave to everyone.

Today was a really good day...

Clock in the Battery

I have to give credit to the Hubby for that title. We have this clock in the kitchen that was hung before the batteries were unpacked. I had come across the batteries later that week and took it upon myself to install one in the clock so that it would be working. A few days later, my hubby, who had not had a lot of sleep, noticed and said "Oh! You put a clock in the battery!" I just looked at him and said "Yes, hun, I did. Are you impressed?" Then when it dawned on him what he had said we had a good chuckle over it. I warned him that I was going to use that for a blog title one of these times. He said that was cool as long as I explained why he said that the way he did. So I guess I should stress again that he had not been sleeping well, had been working very hard, so he had a little word dyslexia..Hey, it happens to the best of us. One of my recent favorite examples of this is:


Ha ha ha..drunk cats. Tell me that's not funny. Okay, well maybe its just me, but I laughed loudly when I read that. Maybe its because I can picture my little furry cat drinking beer and trying to get the bottles to stick to wall with static electricity all the while trying to convince the dogs to join in. (Dogs are not mentioned in the comic above, but I know Shelby likes to encourage my two little angel puppies *cough bullshit cough* to cause trouble with him) Otis would be up for it I'm sure, but I think Midnight would take some convincing. If it doesn't involve playing fetch or a butt rub, she really doesn't seem too interested.
Anyways, the comic is called Two Lumps: The Adventures of Ebenezer and Snooch and you can read it by clicking on the colored link. Although the artist/writer doesn't update every day, it is worth a check at least once a week if you have a few minutes to kill. I read a couple of other web comics, which I will be posting links to on my side bar either today or whenever I get around to it.

Hubby tore down the upper part of the back porch wall, so the pictures are already outdated! He moves quick! Personally, I like it better with out the jail motif. The back porch actually feels bigger, even though we really didn't gain any ground space. It looks awesome, so as soon as I can I'll try to get some updated pictures of the back porch posted.


Alrighty, well that's all for today, I think. Its about time for my afternoon snack, although I don't have my milk today, dammit. Ah well. I think I can survive with out it for one day.
Oh and speaking of the Crib Lizard™ I feel him/her moving all the time now. Not constantly, but mostly in the evening after I have been relaxing on the couch for a bit. I had some chocolate cake last night and about 10 minutes after finishing that he/she started moving. I think he/she got a sugar buzz!
I hope to end the whole he/she thing by the end of this week. I have a doc's appointment tomorrow, just a check up, and she will help me schedule the ultrasound then. I'm hoping to schedule it for Friday because everyone could make it (Hubby [who is off work, that punk], Mom, Dad, Slutty Hoe, and Momma Judy) and because I cant wait to know what is growing inside me, James William or Alexandria Lynne. I'll keep you updated as soon as I know though!

House Pictures!!

Okay slide show testie done. I decided I didnt like the one I used for testing anyways. This other place is much faster at uploading the photos, uses the same way to upload as the testie one did, and did not freeze up on me once. The testie slide show I used froze up on me almost every single time and completely closed down my net. Grr. But, thru the amazing power of google, I found a better site that does all the same things, but has their poop in a group.

Okay, so with out further ado...
Anj and Hubby's New (to us) House

By the way, there are no pictures of the three bedrooms, or the other two bathrooms, but ah well. You all get the picture, right? Ha ha ha..Get the picture..Woo Hoo! Anj has got her Funny hat on today!

Slide show testie

If this works then I'm going to use it for my house pics. Hopefully will get those posted this weekend. YAY!




Woo hoo it works! But so far all I can upload is my myspace pics, which you all have seen. Hmm. I will have to play with this more this weekend and see if I can upload from my home computer.
But at least I know it can be done and how cool its going to be. Plus I got to say "testie" again! hee hee

Happy (late) Birthday Blog!

Whoa! Can you believe this blog was born a year ago, this month? I can’t. I was just checking thru my archives and I see my first post Testie was on November 9th 2005. Wow. So much has changed since then. I had to read thru some of my old posts and comments and I couldn’t help but laugh over this and this. Those are probably my two favorite posts. Although re-reading them I see how I could re-write them to make them better. Ah well.
There are a lot of memories on here that I'm glad I can look thru whenever I want. I can actually see myself changing over the past year and that’s something I have never gotten to experience before.

I also wanted to thank you few who are my loyal readers. You have stuck with me thru all my really shitty days, my crazy days, and my happy days. You few are special to me, more than I can succinctly put into words. With out you and your ever uplifting comments I would feel like just another lonely blogger. You all make this blog special and have kept me at it for the past year. Thank you.

Side note: James took pictures of the house this weekend, so as soon as she emails them over, I will get them shrunk and posted here. Either that or I will create a slide show on myspace so you guys can see it. I wish I could figure out how to do a slide show on here. Heck, maybe I will, since I have a decent net connection at the house now.

Our House...is a very very fine house

Well, I was hoping to post some pictures of our new home (new to us anyways), but being sick all this week, not getting home until its dark and pure lazy-ness has prevented me from taking any pictures though. Not only that, but I have to download the pictures that are already on my camera onto the computer before I can take any more. Work work work. I'll try to get some taken this weekend, though. Yes, I'll take a few of the ever growing belly too. It has gotten a little bigger, and I actually have clothes that fit right, (Thank you Slutty Hoe, Momma, and Motherhood!) which actually helps to accent the belly a bit better than the hubby's big shirts. I was feeling a bit frumpy before, where as now I feel feminine and pretty. I can’t thank Momma and Slutty Hoe enough for that little shopping spree. Now every day I hear how cute I look and I feel so much more comfortable than I was before.

As of today I am 20 Weeks, 144 days til the due date, and almost half way thru the pregnancy. Wow, I can’t believe how time flies. Although, I can’t help but wish to see the little Crib Lizard™, hold him/her in my arms, see him/her laugh, and see the Hubby with him/her. Plus I'm going to be tickled freaking pink (or blue) when we know what we are having. A few more weeks and we will.

The house is coming along nicely. The Hubby got the queen sized spare bed set up last night after finally discovering the missing pieces I have been telling him exist for at least 2 weeks now. He kept insisting, patiently, that there were no such pieces. I have been tearing down and setting up this bed since I was 15 years old, pregnancy memory loss or not, I think I would know what is supposed to be there. Still, he got it together last night and I'll get it all made up and pretty for our house guests that are due in tonight. Oh and he tried to hook up the cable in the bedrooms, but for some reason its not working, so for now, if you stay with me, you will have to live with a VCR and a selection of Movies for your viewing pleasure. Luckily both of the spare rooms have actual lights so we no longer need a TV to help illuminate a room. Most of you will remember the spare bedroom at the other house not even having a light fixture in it. Then the plug-in style lamp we had got a broke light bulb, and of course it wouldn’t have been a standard light bulb, which I had 30 of..oh no. It had to be a special one. And you all know what a procrastinator I am, so it never got replaced. Hell, I dont even know where that lamp is right now.

I still need to unpack some things, like my books. I miss my books. But for the most part we are living very comfortably and have just about everything we need. Life is good right now. Except for both the Hubby and I being sick pretty much since we moved into the house. We had a very thorough inspection before we bought it, so I dont think it’s something wrong with the house, but just the fact that it’s been getting colder outside and we have been pushing ourselves way too hard. We just need some good old fashioned rest. I think we will get our chance next week with the 4 day Thanksgiving weekend. Woo Hoo!

Anyways, I got Maria to take a picture of my belly with my phone so here you go. (By the way Maria says Hi!)


No. I'm not pushing it out, thats what I wake up to every single day. :)

Name was Russel

Good News! We closed on the house yesterday! I think I may have developed carpal tunnel syndrome from all the paperwork I signed, but I was rewarded with Wendy's afterwards, so I was/am happy. The sellers have even generously offered to have all the carpets cleaned before we move in. Woo Hoo! Of course the hubby was slightly upset about that. He wants to move this weekend and be done with it. Personally, I think its going to take us a longer than one weekend, especially with me being forbidden to move anything in my 'delicate condition'. Okay I totally understand that. I do not need to be carrying heavy things, but good god, would people please stop reminding me that I am so damn fragile? I have heard many times that I should enjoy bossing people around and having them do all the work for me, but you all know I'm not that kind of girl. When the truck has gotten stuck in the mud, (eh hem, Aud, if you are still reading this blog you should remember a situation like that) I am one of the first to jump out, into the mud puddle, to help push to un-stick us. I have moved couches and other various furniture items since I was a young 'en because of my mom's need to rearrange the living room every other month. I'm not used to just supervising and its going to be hard for me not to take a more active part in moving my home. I have no choice though, and since we are blessed with so many wonderful friends who have volunteered to help move us, I have no excuse either.

Dave has seriously gone off the over-protective deep end. It’s gotten to the point where he frowns at me if I bend over too far. He made me hot chocolate the other night so I didnt have to get up off the couch. It’s all incredibly sweet, but too soon! What happens when I AM too big to get off the couch?! That’s when I'm going to need the spoiling.
Also, I wish he would talk to the belly more, but I can see why he doesnt yet. It’s just a little bump. I'm hoping when it gets bigger and starts kicking that he will want to talk to it more. He said good-bye and kissed it when I left for Farmington last weekend, but that’s only because I asked him if he wanted to. It felt incredible for me when he did that, so much I almost cried and I can't pin point exactly why. Maybe it’s because I talk to the Crib Lizard™ all the time and Dave doesnt really acknowledge it more than trying to wait on me hand and foot. Maybe it was one of those "family bonding moments" I keep hearing about. *shrug* Anyways, it was very sweet and rare, but maybe thats why it was so special. I really cant wait to see him with the Crib Lizard™ in his arms. Thats going to be the ultimate "family moment" and it will be hard to hold back the tears.
I think we have settled on names, finally. The boy was easy and we actually knew what it was long before we even got pregnant. I thought it would be neat to name a boy after Dave's grandfather on his Mom's side, James William. Plus that name also pays homage to my dad, and also Dave's middle name. A girl was harder. I think we are having a boy, but its better to be prepared than stuck with "Baby Girl Biesecker", so after much deliberation and rejection, we decided on Alexandria Lynne. I discussed with SH and Momma this past weekend and we liked Alexis, but the Hubby liked Alexandria and I liked it a bit more than Alexis too. Plus think of the nick names. Lexi, Allie, Alex, Al..It just goes on and on. Of Course her initals will be ALB (Albuquerque), but ah well. There are kids walking around out there with worse names. The only thing I worry about is we will need to figure out what we will call her before pre-school. I mean Alexandria Biesecker is kind of a long name for a little one. Although it covers just about all the letters of the alphabet, so she would have a head start on that. LOL We cant start her out as Alex Biesecker, because she might be mistaken for boy. Ah shit. We may have to go back to the drawning board for girls names. Crap. Here I was all happy that we had FINALLY settled it, and now, after some thought, it might not work. Ah well.
Alrighty, well this post has gotten hella long and I have spent most of it talking about the unborn Crib Lizard™. There is a lot of stuff going on with the house and Dave is about at his wits end over it, but I'll save that for the next post, which should be soon.

Belly and House Update

Yep, that’s my belly. Remember the flat little thing from The initial Preggo Post. I told you it would soon be gone. Replaced with this small little hump I like to call The Crib Lizard™. Have you ever tried to puff out your tummy real big just to see what you would look like pregnant? That’s what I think it looks like right now. Only it’s like that all the time, even when I'm relaxed. I hung out in my black and white tear away pants and a "tank top" yesterday that was kind of form fitting and I caught a glimps of myself in the mirror. I was shocked I looked like that. I guess I shouldn’t be. I mean, I'm growing a person inside me. Also I keep having aches, kinda like growing pains, so it’s not like I should be surprised. Ah well. I'm only going to get bigger. Be sure to keep watching for my infrequent updates and pictures. :o)

The house thing is going good. They are going to do some inspections and then we will know for sure if we actually want the place or not. I am totally tripping out how grown up all this is. I still feel like the person I was in junior high. Sure, I have more control over my gangly body, I shave my pits regularly, and I feel wiser, but to me, I still feel like I'm a kid. Now, when I actually take a moment to examine my life I find myself married, with a little one on the way, and looking to get into a 30 year mortgage, all willingly. What the hell happened? Life, I suppose. No matter how much we want to, we can’t stay kids forever. Then again, would we really want to? Remember that feeling when you first moved out of your parent’s house? I do, like it was yesterday. I remember the sense of freedom. "Yay! Now I can eat Coco Puffs for dinner every night if I want!" (I did too, for a good month) "Yay! No more curfews! I can stay out as late as I want!" (I did that too. James and I used to go cruising in her Duster til all hours of the morning.) The thing is, with the freedom came responsibility. Supporting myself, making sure I got to work and school on time, that I had enough money to pay my bills and still eat Scronic were all part of the freedom package.
Now, I am an adult. I have been supporting myself for several years, my parents, as wise and supportive as they are, have no more say in how I live my life. I always listen to their advice and try to do the right thing for the hubby and me, but at the end of the day, I have chosen my own path. Now I am taking on more responsibility and I feel like I am loosing a bit of that freedom I hungered for and enjoyed so much when I finally got it. Am I sad? Sure, a little bit. Sometimes, I wouldn’t mind going back to being 18 and mostly free. But would I really trade everything I have to do that? Probably not. I do love my hubby and I am thrilled to be having his/our baby. I can’t wait for The Crib Lizard™ to get here. I'm excited to move in to our first home of our own. I'm not that excited about the house payments, but we will get thru it somehow.

I guess what I'm trying to say, in a very rambling type of way, is that in the month of May, we shall play all day...oh sorry. Got off on a rhyming thing there. What I'm trying to say...eh hemm..is that although I'm tripping out over being a "grown up" I'm happy about it too. I'm entering in the next stage of adventures and I'm actually looking forward to it. I know it isn’t going to be all roses and walks in the park, but I think it will be exciting and rewarding.

I'll let you all know when I know when/if we are moving. Also, I'll post another pic of the belly when it gets a little bigger. (Probably not for a couple of months at least)

Hairy Portal

Wow, my title is kind of nasty. I wonder if it will come up under some nasty porn searches. Hmm. Guess if I start getting strange comments from people who don't normally comment, then I will know. :) I think I'll take the chance. I actually got it from a show I watched last night. No, it wasnt a porn movie. The show was called the "Great Build Off" or something like that. It was about this engineer and 8 other guys who built a Luis and Clark style fort/cabin for this retired police chief guy. He showed how they carved the timbers, laid down the dimensions for the house, made windows and doors, etc. Honestly, I was reading Wintersmith at the time and not paying too close attention. However, towards the end, when they were putting up the door, the host said the words "hairy portal" and for some reason, they broke thru my concentration and I almost rolled off the couch laughing. What the host was talking about was their bear skin door on the front of the cabin. It was, indeed, a hairy portal. What I kept thinking was 'hairy portal' would be an excellent porn name. Especially for a gay man with a particularly hairy ass or a girl who just doesn’t want to shave her poonani. Anyways, there is a little view into my twisted little brain. (By the way 'hairy portal' still makes me giggle like a 6th grader with a newly learned bad word)

I'll post a picture of my belly in the next few days, I think. It has grown some and even a couple of my co-workers commented that I am beginning to show. Wow. I can’t believe I'm in the second tri-mester already. The dreams have gotten somewhat less vivid. Either that or I have just grown accustomed to them. No more morning sickness. Actually, I'm eating a good three full meals a day and even snacking a little in between.
The Hubby and I have been house shopping. That’s been fun and I think we may have found one we like. The only problem is we haven’t looked at that many yet and we wonder if we should look at more before we decide on this one. I really loved it the first time I walked thru the door though, so I think it’s the one I want. I'll keep you updated on that too. :)

On the Lighter Side

I present, for your reading pleasure, Hsing's Guide to Pregnancy
Parts are funny and certain parts made me cry because they are so damn true. At least for me they hit home.


Thank you, Miss Hsing, for writing this honestly and for letting me link to your wonderful guide. *big hugs* for you and your little one.

Spongebob Grumpy Pants

Not a particularly bad morning for me, so far. I did have to sit in a 45 minute traffic jam because people in Albuquerque have yet to figure out that two objects of mass cannot occupy the same space at the same time. It could have been worse though. A friend told me about an 8 hour traffic jam he had to sit thru once. At least it wasnt that bad, although I was still a little late for work. I had left my cell phone at the office last night, so I couldnt even call the boss to let her know I was running late.

I had a great night last night. The hubby and I heard the heart beat of our little crib lizard, which was totally awesome. It sounded like a little freight train chugging away at full speed. I thought I would cry when I heard it, but I didn't. I wanted to laugh, but every time I giggled, she would have to spend 5 minutes trying to find it again, so I tried to stay really still. Dave was amazed at it too, I think. He is just so awkward sometimes. He didnt come stand by me or anything. He just sat in the little chair they had in the exam room and grinned. Ah well. I should be happy he was there at all.

So why oh why do I feel like being a grumpy, whiney, crying bitch today? Hormones? Overly tired? *shrug* Wish I knew. I really just want to crawl back into bed and not come out til the weekend. I dont want to be alone in bed either. I need a warm body next to me. If I went home right now, the warm body would most likely be a combination of Otis, Mid and Diablo Blanca (Aka. Shelby). I can’t go home though. Last week in the month is too busy for me to take time off because I'm feeling anti- social.

I'll just take this as one of those days where no matter what happens I'm just not going to be able to see the silver lining. Hey, I can't be Miss Pollyanna everyday. Good grief, I would have to kick my own ass.

What the hell did I do?

This past Sunday I finally wrestled the Hubby off of the computer long enough to check my email and the following is what I found:

Dear Angie,


I am writing you to let you know I will not be bothering you or your husband any more. I have always tried to be a polite and courteous guest at your home, but I think that there has been some kind of miss understandings. Over the last couple of months, even before you were pregnant, I started to notice how you liked to argue with me and my views. I am not a “right and wrong” kind of person; there is always a grey. There is more than one way to do things correctly. That’s what keeps us from being Nazi’s. You may have missed that I never put your ideas down, but am an individual and have alternative ways of seeing and doing things. I have always respected others ideas because that is what makes individuality great and much can be learned that way. I used to think that you were the most understanding and sweet person, but with in the last months you have proved me wrong. Now I feel like I am put down and attacked by you. That is not what friends do, especially when you call them family. I gave you a chance to come clean with your problem with me, but I don’t think you had the balls. You would rather play games with me and hurt me to drive me away. I can hear the pleasure in your voice when you turn me away and it makes me feel like you think I am a “cousin Kenny”. When you play games with me it is totally unfair because I can not defend myself or my actions, which is most likely a misunderstanding. I know you can be a good friend still but if you would rather have me gone I just wish you could have come clean. If you want to talk shit about me do it to my face. I might respect you for it. Even with all the shit I have been through I never take out my frustrations on the innocent. If this is what you are doing I don’t want a part of it. I hope you and Dave have a nice life. I will not go into anything else because I might regret what I would say after feeling so hurt by my only friends out here, but if I hear that you have bad mouthed me I will defend myself. I have never claimed to be perfect and you shouldn’t either.

Good Bye

The day before he sent this email he had called, and right away asked for the hubby. I told him "sure, you can talk to him; however, he has been sick all this week so this isn’t a good weekend for you to come out." I did not tell him this to be mean or nasty; in fact it was not a lie at all. The Hubby had taken a day and half off this past week because he was sick! Art is out at my house every weekend. Slutty Hoe and Lord Dragon can back me up on that. Anyone who has come and stayed with me for the weekend knows this. In fact, Art had been coming out 3 or 4 times a week, often spending the night on weekdays. I have tried to nicely talk to him about this, letting him know that life is changing for us, and that means he can not make his visits as frequent as he has been. At first, he didnt listen. I think because I was the one doing all the talking. Then the hubby finally said something to him about it, and Art cut his visits down to just the weekends. Well, I'm sorry, but I grow tired of having someone out at the house every single weekend. Sure, visits are fine once in a while. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing Slutty Hoe and LD in a couple of weeks. However, I need a break, and having Art out every single weekend is not a break. He does not like it when I tell him, "No he can’t come out", it makes him cry and all of a sudden I'm a bitch. I have to tell him no if I dont want him to come out (and I do it nicely, you all know me) otherwise he calls, and if we dont pick up, he doesn’t leave a message and comes out anyways. One night, on a Wednesday earlier this month, he called to see if he could come out, I told him it wouldn’t be a good night since the Hubby was working late. (Again, a true statement.) The hubby and I agree that Art does not need to be out at the house when the hubby isn’t there. Art actually told me that he was coming out anyways because he wanted to go for a drive. When the hubby did get home from work, I told him exactly what Art said and that if he had the nerve to knock on our door, I was going to tell him to go home. I felt like I was back in the 50's and had no say in what happened in my household. The hubby and I have a partnership, we talk things over and both of us have a valid opinion. Art wasnt treating me that way. Thats why when he called on Saturday he asked for the hubby right away. He thought he could side step me by asking the hubby if he could come out. HA. I'm smarter than that and cut him off at the pass. The hubby did say it sounded as if Art was crying when I handed the phone over to him.

I feel like Art has taken advantage of our hospitality long before he wrote this email, yet, from the way he writes it, I'm the evil one. Honestly, I have never made a full grown man cry before. For christsakes he is almost 30 years old, doesn’t have a job, lives off of his parents, then comes out to our house and mooches off of us, while talking shit about the very people who support him!! The Hubby feels just the same as I do, we have had long discussions about it, however, the hubby can walk on egg shells around poor fragile Art, where I am sick of it. I shouldn’t have to mind what I say in my own house. I shouldn’t have to baby a near 30 year old BOY, when I have an actual baby of my own on the way.

Art has said before that he might be bipolar. After reading about it, I hope he isn’t, but then some of the symptoms sound a lot like him so maybe he is, although I have never seen him like this before. If he is then he needs to go see a real doctor, and not just an alternative medicine person that puts your feet in a machine to suck all your toxins out thru your toes. Bi-polar is a serious problem that requires a serious solution not some nut bag sucking your bank account dry with "cures" with a mixture of 10 different "vitamins".

The Hubby says I need to delete this email and just let it go and I think I will. I just wanted to vent a little on here first. I felt unjustly attacked by someone who I thought was a friend. I have never claimed to be perfect. Actually I remember an old post of mine where I actually say that I know I'm not perfect and that I dont ask perfection from others. Although this email did make me question if I have become some super bitch since getting knocked up. If I had, you guys would tell me right?

Anyways, I also wanted to let you know, Slutty Hoe, that you dont have to worry about Art coming out to the house when you come visit anymore. I thought that, at least, would make you smile.

Slap My Ass and Color Me Happy

I met the lady who is going to take over working with The Bitch in Santa Fe™ yesterday and I think she is going to do great! She has been in this type of biz for at least 10 years now and has dealt with people like The Bitch™ before, so I'm really excited to see what changes she makes. If, for some reason, the position becomes available again, and my lovely bosses try to push it back on me, I have decided that I will demand a lot more money or quit. I can not go back to working with (NOT FOR) The Bitch in Santa Fe™ unless I'm making way more money than I am now. At least with a bigger paycheck I could buy more Jeager to drown out the memories of having to work with her.

Oh! And while changing my links on my sidebar, I found out one of my favorite bands Fun Lovin Criminals has quite a few albums available besides the one I love to play over and over. So I had to put a few of their other albums on my "to buy" list on Amazon. Oh Happy Day! You have no idea how long I wanted more from them, wondered what happened to them, and now thanks to the internets, I know! I just needed to get off my lazy ass and look. I guess the are really popular over in the UK and tour there all the time. FUCK! Just another reason why I want to hop a plane to England.

Oh, and a friend of mine online made this cool ABC's of pregnancy post on her live journal blog. I'm going to ask her if I can post a link to it on here, because I think you all would get a kick out of it. I loved they way she wrote it, making me laugh out loud in places and cry at others. Whenever I read posts from my friends, I realize just how shitty of a writer I am, but I keep plugging away because I love to do it. Just like singing. Those of you who have heard my voice, know that I'm not winning American Idol any day soon, but I love it, so just crank the stereo louder to drown me out.

Sheesh

Hey, my loyal readers...Its not Friday yet!! But I have to say I am flattered at the requests for a blog post. You love me, You Really Love me!! Okay, Sally Fields moment over.

Well, lets see, I promised an update on how I was feeling about this whole parenting thing. I have thought a lot on it and I don't think its the parenting part that has got me worried. Its the whole being pregnant thing. My body feels out of control, my dreams are out of control, and I feel "different". Not like the normal "me" at all. I wont go into details, but all my body functions are screwy. I feel extremely horney one minute and the next I feel like I never want to be touched again. Hopefully all this will pass when the baby comes. I mean for the sake of pete, other women have passed this trial, surely I can too. I every bit of a bad ass as they are. But I think the pre-pregnancy information is sadly lacking. I feel like its some sort of secret society that just gets sprung on you when that little blue line appears on the pee stick. Well, I'm sure Miss Hobbit would have shared her infinite Mommy knowledge, had I known at the time what questions to ask.

I think I'm going to enjoy being a parent though. I can not wait to meet my little one, see what he/she looks like, get to know their little personality. I look forward to trying to teach them right from wrong, good from bad, and protecting them as much as I can with out smothering. (Ever notice that "smothering" is made of the word "mothering", with an additional "s". Hm. Interesting)

I really don't think I want to be pregnant again, though. I'm so disappointed in myself for it too. I always figured I would love it, feeling that little life growing inside me. Knowing that, for 9 months, its just me and him/her. Maybe once I get further along I will feel that way. Right now, however, I just want them to get here so I can have my body back. Its been mine for so long that I am having a terrible time sharing.

Instead of calling the baby him/her or it, I'm just going to name it The Crib Lizard. I heard that the other day and it cracked me up, so since everyone else on here has a nickname, the little person growing in me might as well too. Crib Lizard. Very southwesterny..

My dreams, whoa. Any of you women out there thinking of getting pregnant, beware. Your dreams are vivid every single night. I have not had nightmares where I was actually afraid since I was a kid, until the past few months. Mass murder in New York, a man made of fire and this poor Chinese chick had to sacrifice herself to him. Not to mention my big black lesbian lover. *shaking my head*
Once again, all in the joys of parenting.

Note: I wrote this in a hurry at the end of the day so if there are spelling mistakes, well bite me.

Yet Another Friday Post. What a lazy bitch I am.

I have just noticed a pattern on my blog here. I do most of my postings on Friday. Hm. Which then led me to ponder why. The only answer I can think of is I actually do work through out the week, then once Friday hits, I'm burned out. I'm ready for the weekend to be here and I am done working. Part of the burn out comes from this job. Its stressful all the time. Especially since I began working with (not FOR) The Bitch In Santa Fe™. Fortunately, that is not going to be my problem for very much longer. The poor soul who is going to take over for me starts on Tuesday. (Since we are all off on Monday! Woo Hoo! Go Labor Day!) The other part of it is I think I am really getting sick of this job. Not only because of The Bitch In Santa Fe™, but because I feel like my employers do not actually care about any of us employee's. Which, if true, is a piss poor way to run a business. Think about it. If all you have is managment, then who does the "grunt" work that actually keeps the company running? Honestly, my bosses have no clue what it is I do all day, and I am the only one in the company who does it. They should feel damn lucky that I am such a good employee with a good work ethic. Otherwise I would be able to just walk out of here and never look back, regardless of the shit creek I would leave them floating in. But, I can't do that. Not because I care about my bosses or my job, but because I base a lot of my own self worth on how well I do my job. So if I just quit, then I would feel like I let myself down.



Ha ha. I fooled you! You may have stopped by here last Friday and saw the same lame post from the previous week, then today, lo and behold here is a brand new lame post. You may have thought to yourself, how did I miss it?! Well, I fooled you. Instead of publishing this last Friday I saved it as a draft. We were having a wicked thunderstorm and the computers kept going down so I kept on saving just in case the computers died before I finished what I wanted to say. Like this post was going to win a Pulitzer. In fact today is MondayTuesday, even though the date above the title will show it to have been published on Friday.. What a sneaky bitch I am. Sneaky and lazy.

Alright, so I have established that it is in fact Tuesday when I finished writing and published this. Its actually 4:04 in the afternoon. Which means I am about 24 minutes from leaving this cubie to make my way home. I cant wait. I have not heard from The Bitch In Santa Fe™, but thats not surprising seems how she is in France, probably still not shaving her pits. Maybe they have a special cream to cure ugly bag of skin syndrom. If anyone can do it, it would be the French.

Preggo update. I think the morning sickness has passed. I didnt heave today and I was able to eat my breakfast burrito from La Hacienda right when I got to work. Now granted I had to make a special trip just to go get it, I had to smell it in my truck for a good 30 minutes and I was almost late to work because of it, but oh it was so worth it. I love thier Breakfast burritos. When I worked near by them I had one every single morning. In fact, I ate there so much that when my birthday came around, the nice lady who worked the drive up window gave me a birthday card with a 20 in it. Probably thinking I would spend it on burrito's, which I did. I wish they had one closer by. Ah well. Wish in one hand and shit in the other, see which gets fuller faster, right Dad? Always full of words of wisdom, my dad. Oh and my belly is a little bigger, but not big enough to warrent a picture yet. Maybe later. Right now it just kinda looks like I got a really big gas bubble. I STILL have a nasty bruise on my arm from where that Vampire in the blood testing department took 4 pints worth of samples of my blood. Its been a good 2 weeks and I still look like I have a heroine addiction. They didnt even give me a cookie and juice. Bastards. Ah well. All part of the joys of parenthood, I suppose. Speaking of, I am developing definite feelings about that, now that the inital shock has worn off. I'll save that for my next post though..Til then Love ya.

Happy Day!

Its Finally Friday! God, this week has sucked. The Bitch In Santa Fe™ has tried fucking with me non-stop all week and I finally had to tell her off yesterday. That felt really good. :o) Plus the morning sickness has peaked this week, so I have been bowing to the porcelain god every single morning and nothing seemed to make that better except for time. Around noon I can get down a hamburger and some fries, preferably Lotaburger.

Today seems to be better, though and I haven't ralphed once! Plus I just got down a breakfast burrito and its not wanting to make a reappearance, yet! I am cautiously optimistic, though. Alright, enough about my stomachs extracurricular activities.

I received lots of good news this week, so I guess it hasn't been an entire bust. First off, I had my first docs appointment on Wed and the midwife used the word "perfect" several times. That made me feel a lot better, although I had to wait an hour in the waiting room and pay 15 bucks to get violated to get that little bit of news. Sucks to be a girl sometimes. Oh! And I heard yesterday that LA has finally gotten off their lazy, useless, giant asses and hired someone to take over working for The Bitch In Santa Fe™ like they were supposed to do, oh, 4 friggen months ago. Now, when the poor sucker will start and when my duties will be entirely relinquished, I have no idea, but the light at the end of the tunnel is getting bigger and it isn't a giant freight train about to run me over.

Our computers and phones are down because of the rain last night and hopefully they will stay that way all day. I dont want to work today, I certainly dont want to do anything for That Bitch In Santa Fe™. But we will see how the day progresses.

Thats about it for now. TGIF, my friends, TGIF.

Brittany Sprears is SOOOO Hot

Oh yeah, I want to look just like her when I am 8 months pregnant. Guess I better stock up on my Cheeto's and Hershy's bars.


Brittany, girl, I know you cant do your usual exercises, however, if you could pry that big ass of yours off of the couch for 10 minutes, a walk would do you some good. You look like Jabba the Hut goes Trailer Trash.

Quick, hide the wookies...I mean cookies. Screw it, hide them both, neither are safe from Jabba the Brittany...

Updated

Ello, Ello! No I said "Ello", but that's close enough. Would you like to come in, have some tea, meet the missus?........Whoa..totally had a labyrinth moment there..No Worries, I'm all better now. Just be happy I didn't don my grey tights, rat my hair out, and start singing with a bunch of muppets. Hey, you know when you hang out with me, anything is possible.

I would like to direct your attention to the side bar. I have made a few changes, and some updates. One thing you may notice is Slutty Hoe is no longer a contributor. Sorry, Slutty Hoe. You seem to do your blogging on myspace, so I thought I would go ahead and remove you so my profile shows up there again. I know, how selfish of me. I prostrate myself before you and beg your forgiveness. Actually, this is my blog so meh, I prostrate nothing..

Second, I have added a couple of links to the side. I don't know if you all noticed I put up a link to my friend Leah's blog. She is one hell of a writer and editor and one crazy creative bitch. (she would have to be crazy to be my friend huh? Its not like I surround myself with normal people. Normal people suck, then snowball their boyfriends.) I also linked to a kick ass jewelry guy, Paul J. Badali. He carries a wide varity of items ranging from animal themed to Celtic, all of which is beautiful. I have purchased a few items from him and have never been disappointed. Barrie still Kicks Ass as the Official Discworld Jeweler, and Paul Kidby has anything else related to Discworld that your little heart may desire. In fact, if I ever win the lottery, after buying a house, paying off all my friends/family, and starting my World Rally career with James, I would spend at least a grand there. (In UK Dollars, of course)

What else...Oh yeah, my stomach has been doing cartwheels on a daily basis from the time I get up til about 4 or 5 in the afternoon. Ahh..morning/all day sickness brought on by being all preggo and shit. At least I found somewhat of a helper. After trying everything from giving up my coffee to other radical changes in my diet (IE No deep fried foods. OMG this kid is going to KILL me!)I found that peppermint and spearmint hard candies seem to sooth the savage beast that is my digestive tract. Thanks and MAD PROPS to Miss Hobbitt for that suggestion.

Work still sucks cause I still have to deal with that waste of skin, dirty, treehugging, muff diving, old bitch, Bianca. However, I got some good news today that my working with her may soon come to an end. Not in the firery crash, blaze of glory, guns firing, Rambo-esk ending I had dreamed of, but an ending none the less. Good thing too, cause I was on the verge of pretending I work for the Post office and driving to Santa Fe with my AK-47.
Ha. I dont think I even have an AK..I have an SKS. Do you think that would disqualify me from the Postal Service NRA?

Okay, I think thats it for now. See some of you this weekend, and for the others, well see you when I can.
Lots of Love and Hugs from the Anj...

Ode to Toasters (For Leah)

Walking along with my friend one day
I turned to her and had to say
"why do you treat your toaster so bad?
Call him names, make him feel sad.
All he wants is to toast your bread,
but you go out and get doughnuts instead."
My friend turned to me and quietly stated
"My toaster is my greatest love, he makes me elated.
I only say those mean things to hide the truth,
the doughnuts I buy to pacify my sweet tooth.
In all reality I love my toaster so,
No matter what happens, I'll never let him go."

We continued on our walk, while I contemplated the situation,
Finally I came to the grim resignation,
My friend is a freak, in love with a toaster
But I can't say anything, I had an affair with a coaster.

I hope you liked it Miss Leah. Love you.