Hear Their Everywear

Power Wheel battle over!

2008-12-28T20:08:00.002-06:00

Yesterday afternoon, I get a call. Hubs was out to Walmart to buy a carpet cleaner because the kid threw up all over my car, and I was home to tend to said yacking kid. I was not even going to to answer the ringing phone, but I was able to see it was the in-laws. What the heck, I was already in a mood, bring it on.

I answer the phone. Conversation plays out (somewhat) like this...

HearTheirEverywear (HTE): "Hello?!" (Said with a mix of haste and surprise)

Father-in-Law: "Hey, Hon!" (Yes, that is what they refer to me as. Makes me sound mean doesn't it?), "We wanted to know what ya'll were up to today..."

HTE: "Well, we are home (brief explanation about yacking kid and not getting any errands run, and Hubs being out getting a carpet cleaner. When I get nervous, I talk too much...).

FIL: "We thought we would bring the car (the infamous Barbie Jeep) over today. Have you eaten? Well, we would like to bring ya'll lunch too."

(Well at this time I am feeling really bad about sending bad ju-ju via the Internet about them)

HTE: "Well, OK. (Hey I am 7 months preggo, I would not turn down food from anyone!)

FIL: We'll see you in a hour.

I note the time, because now I have been promised food and am now hungry. It is 11:30AM. 12:30PM is not to late, I can snack, I will be cool. The kid is sick, so she is not hungry, and Hubs will eat any time. Now that eating is off the slate to be scheduled, I have to clean. My in-laws seriously believe we live in a slum house full of filth. Considering it is still close to Christmas, our house is full of gifts that have yet to find a home. So the rush is on to put everything away. I have 1 hour and counting to clean, mop and vacuum (at least the down stairs....)

After the fastest, most frantic hour of cleaning my house is spotless! During this time, Hubs is home, and instead of letting him get to work on cleaning my puke car, I make him clean too. I mean, the house looks like Southern Living could have showed up any minute. We are sparkling! So, we all take a minute to relax on the couch.

A minute passes, 2 minutes pass, a half hour, then a second full hour. To tell you the truth, I am not surprised. I should have known this would happen. It always does. THey offer up something, but it is under their control. Evidently, this includes our (my) feedings.

2 and 1/2 hours later the arrive. Lasagna and Barbie Jeep in tow. We are polite, but hungry. I figure, we;ll all sit eat , get the car our of their SUV, thank them and send them on their way. Wrong. So wrong.

After eating, they decide to ask my sick kid if she would like to go ride her car. OK, quick trip around the driveway. Wrong, again. After the Jeep ride (and about a hour of DVD filming later) they push her to ride her bike. Then her scooter. Then she wants to ride her trike.

All the while MIL is commenting on how they wish they could watch her all the time and how she needs to come stay with them tonight and maybe for a few nights. They "need" time with her. Maybe she could take the Jeep back so they could continue the day at their house. What part of sick kid who is on antibiotics do they not understand?!

Just because they gave me a few shirts from Walmart, 2 pair of shoes 2 sizes to big and a pair of fake diamond earrings does not mean they get cart blanch of my kids life. But does the kid understand this? No. All she knows is the Nana & Pop who buy her anything, let to do anything and eat anything she wants. Who would not want to LIVE at their house?! Seriously, I wish I was their grandkid and not their DIL. It makes me (mom) sound like a total and complete biotch to say no. You know, because I am concerned about my child health and well being. Silly me.

The image

2008-12-27T12:23:00.002-06:00

You know, I talk (whine) a lot about my in-laws, but most of you guys have never had the pleasure of seeing an actual image of them. It would be hard to run over them in the parking lot if you did not know what they look like, so here you go. I present Cruellia DeVil and her not as bad Hubs. Enjoy!

To get but not take home.

2008-12-26T09:35:00.002-06:00

Well, it happened again. Another holiday has passed with the infamous in-laws. Needless to say I would not be blogging if all went well, so here is the story....

I have to admit, they had been on very good behavior lately, so my hopes were set for a drama-less-Christmas. All started well. They were set to come to our house the morning of Christmas for the "Santa present reaction" from Bridge. I was set to make a great light brunch of fat free pancakes, eggs and low sodium bacon (because everyone knows that they do not really eat food, they just graze here and there so they can maintain some life force....)

The moment comes when they arrive. The presents are set, and Hubs and I are feeling like we have rocked-out this Christmas for our kid. She got a bike, a wooden puppet stage, a laptop, and more books and small toys one child should be allowed.

All goes well with the first round of gift giving. Bridge is a true Christmas veteran unwrapping and moving on the the next. Wrapping is everywhere, and the "ohhs and ahhs" are flying. After our "brunch" the in-laws headed to their home to prepare for round two: early dinner and more gifts.

Now, we had gifts for them. When we give gifts, we expect them to take them home. What is the point of giving a gift and saying, "Hey, I know you really like/wanted/need this, but how about leaving it here for when you come visit?!" This is the wall we hit, and hit hard, during round two.

The Bridge is going to town opening all her "expensive" grandparent gifts. We are talking the blinged out electric Barbie Jeep (w/ working radio), a V-Tech V-Motion video game system, a reading system with a pen that talks and roller-skates. All of which are awesome gifts, don't get me wrong. But none of them were allowed to come home with us. Seriously!!

How the heck do you tell a 3 year that the Barbie Jeep she so desperately wanted will not be coming home to ride for days to come. The video game will only be able to be played once a week when she visits, and only if they (the in-laws) are up to it. They explained about how they would love for everything to "move between the houses". But, I just do not understand?! My arse is so not lifting a Barbie Jeep into the back of my car because Bridge might have time to ride it the one day a week she is there.

I would rather them have nothing to give but respect and love, than to give such elaborate gifts and not allow her to take them home. It is not that our house needs them, but still. What is the point? We do not have the income (nor were we notified what they were purchasing so we could prepare to buy duplicates) so just getting one for here too is out of the picture right now.

So now it is the morning after, and like a bad hangover, the guilt of having to explain to Bridge about the "Nana and Pop" gifts, is not going away. We are doing our best to play every game Santa left and get her out on her new bike. But, humph, I had such high hopes this year would be better... there is always next year, right?!

I feel like something is missing

2008-11-21T18:11:00.003-06:00

I have been keeping insane hours.

I have no time to do anything (laundry, cook, breath) least of all blog. With that said, I do still feel like something is missing.

With the numerous events taking place in the next few months, I should be roaring up a storm, but all I can find time to do it let out a little whimper. So here you go... my meagerness

1) Baby #2 is "cooking" away. He is growing out (unlike my 1st) so at 6 months I look like I have eaten a prize winning watermelons.

2) Yes, we have finally picked a name for baby "Arthur". Yes, I love the name. No, it is not weird. Yes, Hubs picked it. No, I am not going to share it. ;)

3) I FINALLY graduate on December 12th, 2008. Congrats to me! I feel like I'm going to have to find another program to enroll in since I will actually have free time on my hands, even if it is temporary...

4) The in-laws are back in our lives, somewhat.... They actually sought some professional help (spiritual at least) but still... You know what the church elders said? "Ya'll are crazy and your kids are right." OK, well, not exact words, but close enough. I guess they just needed to hear it from someone else. It is by no means perfect, but I no longer fear a blow-up every time they call. Just every 3rd time....LOL

Well, that is it for now. I am off to finish my last and final school project. I can practically smell the diploma now! :)

Been Tagged

2008-10-16T16:34:00.004-05:00

Ok, I have not been on the radar for awhile, but I am here to say, "I am alive and well, just busy."

So here we go...I got tagged by the rocking Kimtastic. The rules, as I understand them, are to go into your "pictures" file and download the 6th picture in the 6th folder. Since I have a newer laptop there is no telling what the Hell I am going to dig up, so off we go....

I guess now those 3 of you who still stop by once in a blue moon may actually want to know why I am being smacked down by my toddler. Well, it was my birthday (June 1st) and it also happened to be the infamous Birmingham, AL icon Vulcan's birthday. Needless to say he has a larger fan base, so he had a celebration planned in his honor.

We packed the family up, and went out to celebrate with some fellow locals up at Vulcan Park. We (hubs and I) were having a blast, but the kid was not. She was soooooo over balloon animals, live wildlife rescue animals, free cookies and ice cream, and bounce houses. About this time we realized we had taken few pictures, so began to cram a full days worth of photo-ops in about 15 minutes. Surprisingly, the kid was not having it. Hence the picture above.

Now is the time I am to "Tag" some other bloggers to share their picture. Here we go...

Aubiegirl - even though her picture will probably have some sort of Aurburn logo in it, I bet it will be cute...

QueenBee - she has 2 cute little ones, so somewhere must be some pics with a story

Poodlehead - If she still reads me (Obama logo and all......)

Nattiebug - She always has a lot of pictures!

My2Sons - we'll see what she can dig on her boys...LOL

Good luck girls!

To busy for a thank you?!

2008-08-15T19:44:00.002-05:00

You know, I understand being busy. I go to school, have a kid, am preggers again, and have a life outside of my house (no matter how sad it is). One thing I always have time for, is to say thank you. Whether it is to someone for letting me in traffic or my mom for making Bridge awesome stuff. So when I see people not taking that split second to give someone who has helped them a simple thank you, it truly makes me mad.

Today, while I was at my second home, Publix, I observed this sheer lack of concern first hand. If you have never been a patron of Publix, it is part of their service to help you load groceries, without a tip. I have taken advantage of this many times as I usually have bought half the store and have a kid covered in some treat to keep her happy while shopping.

So, as Bridge and I load into the car with our small bounty, I can't help but notice the car parked directly in front of me. Attractive lady, nice car, cart full of groceries, and a Publix bagger in tow. She opens her doors and trunk for the loader, she gets in the front seat, cranks up the air and sits there until he is done loading.

After the bagger is done he shuts the trunk, just in time for her to practically back over him in her hurry to get out the lot. He just loaded her $300+ worth of groceries and she thanks him by nearly crushing his feet. I swear her actually had to back out of her way!

I guess you can pay for nice hair, jewelry, clothes and car, but you cannot buy yourself manners.

In-Law-Gate: E-mail Recap

2008-08-04T16:23:00.003-05:00

I know a lot of you have asked for updates on the In-law situation. The best thing that I can think of is to post the last e-mail received from them. Please take into account all that I have posted about before, and you may see the manipulation coming out. Also, please note that we have never said they have mistreated Bridge, but how they treat us as parents and grown-up in general.

They (specifically my MIL) have a way of making everyone feel like it is their fault and not their own. I am not ready to "forget anything". I want to talk about it and resolve, not sweep into a closet. I just do not feel that is safe for our future!

Feel free to disagree with me and give me you own opinion. Enjoy!

Dear HearTheirEverywear's Hubby,

This is Mother. My heart is breaking for you right now. Nothing has to be
this hard, and Dad and I will gladly do exactly as you say. Just remember
one thing....there is nothing but goodness and light in our home. Bridge
takes us to her special place every time we are with her. There is never a
harsh word, tone, or action in our home when she is in our care. We are
brokenhearted that all seem to think we are bad-hearted and need to be
punished. This discord has come out from who knows where??? Please forgive us, if you think we are to blame. We are ready to stop trying to find
answers and let it go. We know our place. I hope this reply is right and
that I haven't insulted you. Please have your heart ready for a phone call
from Daddy. We love you all.

Life is hard: it bites hard. We were misguided, and our actions
misinterpreted, because we only wanted "to be there;"
we just did it so wrong, didn't we?

Love,
Mom

So proud I could burst!

2008-07-30T19:07:00.002-05:00

Hubby today did something I have been wishing he would do since I met him. He stood up to his parents!!

Really! Not the, "you better be nicer" kind of words. No, they were the, "you will never see me or my family again" type of words.

I know this was tremendously hard for him. I mean, they are his parents for goodness sake. But he is also almost 35 years old and married for over 5. It is about time they actually treated him like the adult he sometimes can be.

Oh yes, he will get laid tonight. ;)

itching for a fight

2008-07-28T18:23:00.002-05:00

On our way home from Fl today, Hubby calls to check on our driving progress (and to make sure we are really coming home....)

During the phone conversation (which was like 2 minute) he manages to mention that sometime during my busy week, Bridge should go spend time with his parents. You know the parents, the ones who threatened my life and I wish to never speak to again.

Well, he feels (after a sad phone call from his dad) that the argument is between us (Hubby, me and parents) and not between our daughter and them. This means (in HIS opinion) that we should not withhold visitation from them and use our daughter like leverage.

Oh how wrong he is!! These people are not right! As a hubby, he should defend me and our family, not cower every time they call and demand their owed grandchild time.

The only reason they have ANYTHING to do with her is because I let him talk me into believing

that we needed to rely on them for support while I have been in school. You know, to pick Bridge us here and there, or the help out with a sudden lack of $$.

Needless to say I am itching for him to get home. We seriously need to have a heat to heart. I cannot live my life in a marriage where Hubby rolls over and allows these people to talk to me the way they have for 7 years now. I allowed a lot to pass because I hate causing waves, but with #2 on the way, I can only take so much.

I want Bridge to know all of her grandparents, but when one set is racist, righteous, and intolerant of change, that is not the influence I want around my child.

I hate the fact that it has come to a point for him to choose, me or them. Let's hope he picks me...

My week..

2008-07-28T18:13:00.003-05:00

Bridge and I spent the last week in Gulf Breeze, FL with my mom and dad. They are busy folks. We love to go, and they beg us to come, but every time I feel as though we are in their way.

Dad still works and mom has more hobbies than a craft store.

Well, the week is over and very successful by our standards. We went to the Gulfarium in Fort Walton Beach, FL. It was fantastic! Bridge loved seeing dolphin, tropical penguins, turtles, sea lions and other sea life. The Gulfarium is like a zoo and aquarium mixed. Highly recommend if you are in the area.

Our other big adventure was riding the new sea-doo. Dad bought it in hopes that we (and my sister and her Hubby) would come home more often. It is a big one and fits 3 adults. So what did mom and I do? Well, heck, we strapped a life jacket on Bridge and put her in the middle. It was great!! We drove all up and down the coast, and even had our own wild dolphin encounter!!

We are home now. We are both glad to be on our own couch, pant-less and watching Law & Order. ;)

Who was I in a past life?

2008-07-28T18:11:00.001-05:00

Stole this from K-Mom...

Thanks!

In a Past Life...

You Were: An Insane Fortune Teller.

Where You Lived: India.

How You Died: Typhoid fever.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Day of morning...

2008-07-21T16:24:00.004-05:00

I am so mad at Hubby.

I know he never loved our cat, but she sure faked it well enough to make me believe he liked him a little bit.

The other night hubby came home from "date night" with two good friends. When he rolled in at about 3:30AM, the dog was more than happy to be let outside for a late night pee. Well, when dog goes out, cat wants to go too.

Normally not an issue, but at night, the cat is not experienced. After Hubby let our dog back in, cat was not ready. Normally I go get him and put him back in the house, but oh, not Hubby. He just left him. In the dark, alone.

Well, needless to say, Simon, my 1 year old adopted cat, whom I loved dearly, is gone. It has been over 48 hours now, and I am sad to day, no one has called regarding the 1 Million plus signs I made Hubby post through out the neighborhood.

I am so sad. Not sure if it is hormones, or the fact that Hubby did not think enough to take care of the cat like I do.

If you are driving around my neighborhood and find a lost, hungry, sweet, hot cat, call me! I really, really miss him!

Fly me to the...home?

2008-07-18T15:06:00.002-05:00

My dad is always in pursuit of something. Degrees, hobbies, houses, cars, something. Lately he has decided to train for his private/small plane license.

This, for me, is fantastic! We have a small airport here, and my dream is for him to be able to come get my lazy self and take me (and Bridge) back and forth to their house in P-cola, FL.

Today was the day he got to complete his cross country. He does not really go cross country, but more like he has to fly (with his instructor) out of the normal area or so many miles from the home base airport.

Normally they only go to Mobile, AL or Pascagoula, MS, but since I live up here, and the instructor and dad have a great relationship, they agreed they could make the 2 hour flight to my house.

Not only did dad come, but he talked my mother (who herself began lessons) to come too! Needless to say Bridge was beyond excited to see her Grandpa Jeff and Grandma Susu. We were at a fellow BMGE play-date when they called to announce their arrival to the airport, so we had to do a quick departure.

We had a great lunch (my dad is a sucker for BBQ). My mother looked over sheepishly as we were eating, and asked, "Can I stay?"

Bridge and I were going down for a week on Tuesday anyway, so we were excited to have her for a few extra days. I love my mom, and love having her here. Actually, so does Hubby, which makes it better. Thank God she is not like my MIL...

So, we are that much closer to having our own personal shuttle to the beach. My father, the ex-navy pilot, is someone I feel confident flying with, even with Bridge. I cannot wait!!!! You jealous?!

I did not want to be a mom today

2008-07-16T22:14:00.003-05:00

Nope, not at all. If I could have found the recipt for Bridge's birth, I would have happily returned her this afternoon.

Every button I have, she pushed, twice.

I did not think that she would have had much energy since we were up half the night, but I was so wrong. She was off the walls!

She was talking back, saying no, running all over the place, hyper and outright demanding things. I know this may sound normal for a toddler, but Bridge is usually pretty content and very much a mommy pleaser. Today, though, she channeled my younger sister (or satan) and was determined to kill me!

Phrases I heard (more than once) today:

"Mommy, don't drive my nuts" (yes that is typed as she says it...)

"You make my heart break"

"I am not happy right now"

"No, I said yes!"

"I am really sad now"

"I never love you"

Wow, after typing those out and re-reading, I am either a really bad mother, or Hubby and I should start saving for her therapy... hmmmm.

Maybe (hopefully) tomorrow will be better!

Toddler talk

2008-07-16T09:24:00.002-05:00

Since Bridge began talking, the questions have been non-stop. Everything is asked in triplicate, everything!

Even last night as she was hysterically crying and getting up 3 freaking times (for no reason other than sheer crankiness) she is still asking Hubby and I a barrage of questions.

Just a few of the questions:

Why is it so dark in my room?
Why is my nose stuffy? Why do I have boogers?
What color are your/daddy's/grandma's/the dog/etc eyes, mommy?
What color are your jammies? Do they match mine?
Why did the kid pool have to go into time-out (whole 'nother story)?
How did the baby get in your tummy?
Why am I crying?
Can I get in your bed?
Where is my Simon (cat) and my Ebby (dog)?
Where is daddy?
Can you read more books?

Needless to say we have cancelled our original plans to go out in public today for more than a few minutes. She is uber cranky and whining and I am tired myself. I have still yet to answer all of these questions, but i am sure before I get there, there will be more!

I love thunder

2008-07-11T16:24:00.002-05:00

I am sitting here, alone, watching bad daytime CW family comedies, typing to you, all while listening to the sounds of rolling thunder overhead.

Bridge is asleep, and I am taking some time to myself. I have a million things to do (a few of need to happen outside) but I really enjoy just siting here listening to the storm approaching.

Lord knows my lawn needs the rain, but man does it scare the Hell of out my dog! She has not left my side since the first crack.

So, roll on thunder, roll on!

Cup Dilemma

2008-07-11T15:58:00.002-05:00

Bridge uses a very specific sippy cup. It is one we have found work the best, for us. I mean, we have others, but these are awesome! I have to order them online or get them in store when we get over to Atlanta.

Well, the dilemma is, somehow, we have lost a few.... over at the In-laws. Now, I would not whine to much but these damn cups are $5-6 a piece w/ shipping and they must have at least 4 if not more!

So, with no communication between me and them (Hubby is still fielding a few random nasty e-mails) do I bother asking for them back? Even if it is through Hubby?

Honestly, I think I will let it go for now. Who knows, one day, maybe we'll all be BFF's and they will already have a few cups for Bridge. But then again, Bridge will probably have kids of her own by then.

Wordless Wednesday

2008-07-09T19:25:00.003-05:00

I know I have already posted today, but here I am with Bridge... enjoy!

I think it is a sign...

2008-07-09T10:09:00.002-05:00

This morning, as I read my loving snugly daughter one of her million books, she sat upon my lap. Normally she is zoned out but this morning, she just cannot sit still.

After a few minutes of intense wiggling, I finally stop reading and ask her what is wrong.

She lovingly looks up, reaches underneath her legs and touches mine with both hands and sheepishly says, "Mommy, your legs are to itchy to sit on."

Yeah, I will be shaving my legs today. It is just so time consuming to shave every freaking day! But I guess, for the safety and comfort of my family, I will make the sacrifice. ;)

Every freaking time!!

2008-07-05T22:37:00.002-05:00

Like a love you find at summer camp, radio stations leave you as soon as you develop feelings.

94.5 I will miss you!

You have gone country, and I no longer find you attractive.

Sorry, it is not me, it is you. ;)

Jerry Springer, here we come!

2008-07-04T19:51:00.002-05:00

Today was the day to end all days!

It began this AM when Hubby went to the in-laws house to deliver the goods (a.k.a. drop Bridge off for the day). Not 20 min after she is there and Hubby gets home, my MIL is already calling.

She has decided we do not bathe our child often enough or thorough enough. TMI, but Bridge has a little reaction to toilet paper and according to our Ped. it is common for little girls to take months (if not a year) to build up a tolerance to frequent paper use. To combat this we use a combo of wipes and Butt Paste to relieve the redness.

So anyway, all they had to do was keep their In-Law yap shut for 1 freaking day, but no! No, it had to turn into a screaming match all over again, and this time Hubby grew the balls to put it on speaker phone and let me yell too.

So I get mad as hell, and make Hubby get in the car with me to go get our kid. We are driving (ok, I am) and screaming via cellphone with MIL about everything! I actually told her that she had a lump of coal for a heart and then proceeded to curse a lot.

She, MIL, has NO idea we are in the car and is threatening to take Bridge out of the house so we can not come get her. She is screaming that I am ripping this family apart and have had it out for her all this time. Yeah, like I have that much free time! Honestly, what the hell am I getting out of this? Seriously, if I could take their antics they would take over our lives and pay for everything. But I would gnaw off my arms and beat myself before that would happen!!

Anywho, we get there and knock on the door. It was like a scene from a bad Lifetime movie. We both have shades on and are seriously pissed! You could just hear the cheesy daytime music in the background.

They come to the door and are glaring. Against their will, they open the door. FIL is there and says that we need to talk. Oh, dear FIL, I am soooo over that, you are cookoo for coco puffs if you think I am sitting down to a serious talk! Been there, tried that for 7 years!

We get inside and MIL comes down stairs with Bridge. I instantly grab my child up and head for the door. MIL steps in my way and grabs my arms in the cold death grip of Hell. Seriously, she grabs my arms, shakes and digs nails in and began to scream in my face. All I could think was A) Don't slap her across the face because I am not going to jail and B) Is Jerery Springer filming in the corner for a future episode?

So, after I told her I would let me go if I was her, and then she threatens to kill me (after mentioning again how I have ruined their family) I made my way to the door.

Hubby told me to go for a drive with Bridge, because he wanted to have a chat with them in person. We did, because for one of the first times since we got together, my Hubby took charge and really meant it. Not that he normally is a whimp, but I am usually the boss, honestly. Ok, I guess I was a bit turned on... but that would have to wait.

After Bridge and I went and got gas, had a car wash and called my mom (Hey, I have a great relationship with my parents..) we went back to get Hubby. He came out of the house, visibly shaken and upset. He says they claim that they will go to counseling (something we have begged them to do before).

We'll see how that works out. I will do anything for Hubby and if going to counseling with the two crazy is it, I will abide. All I can say, for now, is they are not coming ANYWHERE near me or my child until professionals are brought in, whether it be police, legal or psychiatric.

In-Law update

2008-07-04T09:31:00.002-05:00

OK, crazy. That should say it all.

Seriously, they are insane! The phone calls began at 7:30 AM on Thursday. Messages and monologs from the MIL. Mind you, none are for me, they are all directed at Hubby.

Some things she has decided to rant about:

1) MY pettiness, HA

2) Our animals, they think we live in filth because we have them.

3) Pulling our daughter out of the school they made us enroll her in because we chose to take back the care of our child!

4) My husbands weight - so, he's a little heavy, at least he's working on it!

5) That they have some "photos" that they claim they can take to Child Services that claim/prove we are bad parents - yeah, really these are great In-laws.

So, with all this, Hubby is still insistent on trying to get through to them. I think he has a better change of spinning shit into gold, but hey, at least he's committed to something. I, on the other hand, am over it. No more, nope! I do not even want to be in the same room.

My big fear is that since this is coming to the surface, they are going to want to run away with Bridge. Hubby is allowing her to stay the day with them today... So, if you see me on the news tonight, remember, I told you so!

I did it, it is over!!!

2008-07-02T12:53:00.002-05:00

The final battle (for now) was been had. The inlaws are out. I actually kicked them out of my house! It was like an out of body experiance. I literaly said, "I think it is time for you to leave," got up, and opened the front door.

What caused this final blow up, you ask?! Well, first, I grew the balls to mention how upset we were they cut Bridge's hair. Second, I brought up their lack of concern for my time and how they never bring Bridge home when we agree. Third, since hubby was not there and I was alone, could bring up the fact that they constantly put their son (my wonderful Hubby) down. The always are talking about how heavy he has gotten and how he so just so lazy and not doing anything about it.

Well, needless to say, they no longer wish to have contact with me. According to them, I have made mountains out of mole hills, am immature, and over stepped by talking to them (in the tone of voice) that way I did. Mind you, I remained very calm-ish and never raised my voice...

As of this week, they no longer have a hand in our life. I cannot tell you how wonderful that feels. We allowed them to have a little more control than necessary because we needed help with Bridge-care when I was in school. Now that we have full time care lined up for fall (while I student teach) we no longer have that desperate need. We also have finally made enough friends and have become comfortable enough in our lives that we do not need the hands on guidance they are constantly trying to serve on us.

So, in short, I feel like a weight is lifted. :)

High school never ends.

2008-07-02T12:12:00.002-05:00

Last weekend was my high school reunion. It has been a whopping 10 year (please hold you snide remarks).

I was excited, but not near as much as my best friend from childhood, A-burger. She was way obsessed with what to wear, who was coming and what people were going to think if she did not weight what she did in high school.

Me, you ask? What I this taken? Heck no! I wanted to go, but only to see friends and catch up. I am one of those that kept in touch with a few, but never really wants to "re-live" my high school days.

I did not have anything to prove. Deep down though, everyone wants to tout what they have accomplished, show off their family/spouse and catch up.

This is exactly what I went for. Unfortunately, this was not exactly what we encountered.

I went to a very O.C. high school. Full of a close-knit group of poor little rich kids. They were never mean (at least to me) but they were very exclusive. It seems as though this group has remained close.

The entire reunion was one large party for them, and a few outsiders were invited too. It was nothing like what I expected.

The slide show pictures were mostly of them (then/now) the awards mostly went to them, and the events revolved around them.

I am not bitter. On the contrary, I had a good time, but I feel as though there were a few things the weekend was lacking.

1) In my graduating class, there are many military men and women, 2 of which have been seriously injured in the line of duty. One of them had a head injury and does not remember a lot of his past (including family). He was there, in dress blues with his purple heart and was barely acknowledged!!!

2) The food was horrible! It was lacking in all departments!

3) It was in the end of June. Since we have only been out for 10 years, and there had been many community/school changes, a lot of people felt we should have a fall reunion. This would have enabled us to see the new school buildings (it was severely damaged in Hurricane Ivan), go to a football game, and hotels would have been a hell of a lot cheaper. On the beach (where I went to school) everything around the 4th is super pricey for out-of-townees.

Don't get me wrong. I loved high school. I really did. I dated the same guy most of my time there, was really active in band and clubs, and had lots of friends. You just could not pay me enough to go back!

I did have an overall good time there though. I did get to see friends, show off my beautiful daughter, charming Hubby and announce our impending arrival.

All in all, good times were had, although being able to drink like a fish would have made it a few notches better....

Rock on Gulf Breeze High School class of 1998! See you in 10 (maybe 5) more years!

Whoop, there it is...

2008-06-26T08:45:00.002-05:00

The nausea has begun.... no up-chucking though!

I have ben trying to follow the B.R.A.T. diet, but the only thing that does not make me 100% sick is applesauce. So, needless to say, I am driving my arse to the store to buy stock in carry-along portions of applesauce. :)

Ok, since no one has mentioned it, I will fess up..

2008-06-25T12:47:00.002-05:00

Last night I was at this rocking BDMGE gathering. It was supposed to be "Movie night" but rarely when it is held at K-Mom's house, do we get to any video viewing.

Well the night began awesome. All in attendance got a full tour of the house, participated in great conversation(s), consumed yummy food and swapped more stories than legally allowed! We even had to kick her sweet Hubby out of their bedroom so we could say we see every room!

Now the night needed to come to a close early for me. Not only am I incredibly tired all the time, but I had class today.

I say my goodbyes, wave to everyone and I am on my way. I get all the way to my car (one of the last to arrive, surprise, I know!) and what do I find.....?? My freaking car is out of gas!! I mean, I knew I was low, but with a Honda, I was sure I had a few more miles!

So, after calling my Hubby to complain, I begin my walk of shame back into the house to plead for help. Sure enough, as I walk in everyone asks, "What's wrong?"

I reply, "Three thing: 1. I have to pee 2. I forgot to give my pizza $$ to K-Mom and 3. My car is out of gas!"

Like the super-man that he is, K-Mom's Hubby was my knight in shining armor. He (with some pleading from wife I am sure...) got dressed and drove to a gas station to get me a few gallons.

I owe their family sooooo much!! Thank you!! Thank You!! I promise next time I show up for a party, I will check the gauge!

Arm Waddle

2008-06-23T11:53:00.002-05:00

So, the other day Hubby and I are driving in the car. Well, I am driving because it is my car, he is siting quietly in the passenger seat where Hubby's belong.

Driving down the road, I am totally jamming out some tunes, Bridge is passed out (as usual) and Hubby is secretly thinking about how possible it might be to jump from the car and roll on to the grassy medium with out serious injury.

I try to entice him into my singing group, but to no avail. So I turn down the music to allow him some quiet thinking time.

After a few minutes of contemplation, he ever so sweetly leans over and says, "You have an arm waddle going on, don't ya."

Needless to say, even a flabby-arm-waddle-having arm can leave a serious bruise!

Panty Wars

2008-06-23T11:52:00.001-05:00

WHY can she get them down, but NEVER get them back up?!?!

I swear I am going to hear, "Mommy, come pull my panties up!" until I die!

Kids say the damnedest things

2008-06-22T18:31:00.003-05:00

Sunday is the day of rest. Our day normally consists of going to Church (if we feel particularly Churchy that day), going to lunch, and then coming home for a nap. Sometimes nap time is more for mommy and daddy.... but that is a different story ;)

Anyway, today we come home after a lunch at he Fish Market (which I was not that impressed with....) and tap family naps. After about a 2-3 hour nap, Bridge gets up, comes to my bed and snuggles in asking to watch a "kid movie" (Bridge talk to cartoons). I call down to daddy, who is a good boy and is working on a freelance project downstairs, to bring the Bridge some juice and me some water. Being to good Hubby he is, obliges. As he arrives upstairs with the bounty, he snuggles up in bed with Bridge and I. After some talk from Bridge about how there is a little tiny baby in my tummy, the conversation moves to daddy. Bridge, oh so lovingly, looks up at her daddy, puts her cup down and proclaims, "Daddy, your teeth are yellow!". She then picks her cup up, begins t drink, and zones out on her T.V. show.

Needless to say, daddy will be using some white strips this week. :)

More uses for your Boppy

2008-06-20T09:04:00.003-05:00

I will come out and say it! I have the sorest "girls". I mean, they really hurt.

As I roll around trying to sleep, I cannot think of anything other than a double mastectomy, that would help my situation. I tried sleeping on my side and back, but cannot get over the fact that I am a true to the bone stomach sleeper.

I do, however, remember when I was preggo with Bridge there did come a time when I had to move to the side. Let's face it, my stomach will be getting bigger. But for the time being right now, I want my stomach sleep.

So I am wandering around the house the other night and I rediscover Bridge's Boppy pillow. This pillow has soooo many cool uses. Not only did I use it to prop her up and nurse her, but it can totally save me in my current predicament.

I take that pillow back to bed, as if it was my new lover, and got back to the act of sleeping. It's curvy "U" shape lends nicely to cradling (but not touching) my sore "girls" all while propping my head up.

So, creator of the Boppy, I love you. Can I name my kid after you? ;)

Caffiene update

2008-06-18T09:29:00.002-05:00

OK, I received many comments (both on the blog and through private e-mails) about my recent admission of a caffeine addiction. I want to clarify and update on the situation....

I am not a total junkie, but I did drink 4-5 cups a day (tea and diet sodas). I know caffeine is bad for peanut, but here is why it was/is extra hard.

I have ADHD and take (took) Concerta. Now that I know I am preggo (even before I knew) I stopped taking my meds. It is a class C and not proven save and can have the same effect of 20 caffeine drinks on peanut. To wean off the meds I was supposed to supplement with low doses of caffeine, (2 per day) because it is like coming off any drug and I would go through withdrawals.

Even though it has been several weeks, I still have a dull headache and a severe craving for it.

Now that I am confirmed preggos, I am making a concerned effort to quit caffeine all together. I have gotten a lot of advice and I would hate to have any of you show-up and threaten my life if they see me with a Coke. So I promise you will not see me drinking any caffeine. I am even going to make Hubby go cold turkey. (We'll see how that goes....)

Another helping on my plate-o-fears

2008-06-18T09:19:00.003-05:00

Well, the Dr. visit was uneventful. No peanut spotting. I am too early according to Dr. H... :(

With Bridge, we got to see her at 5 weeks, but I am only 4 1/2 and they decided against it.

So, with that decision, they went ahead and drew blood to check hormone levels and such. (I guess just increase my 2 tests at home were wrong...)

All I kept thinking about is that episode of 30 Rock, when Tina Fey's character takes a pregnancy test and it shows positive. So she takes like a million more and they are all positive. Then when the Dr. pulls blood to confirm it, is negative. After all of this she finds out it was her after market Mexican chips that she is addicted to that have some sort of animal testosterone that was causing the false positives.

No such chips in our house, but now I have added that to my plate-o-fears. Thanks NBC....

Hello, my name is _____ and I am a caffeine addict...

2008-06-17T09:52:00.003-05:00

I try, and I try, but I cannot seem to kick it. I think it is more than a habit, it is an addiction.

Is it better/worse to have caffeine diet soda or regular caffeine-free soda?

Today we see our peanut, hopefully...

2008-06-17T09:42:00.000-05:00

I have been waking up the last 2 nights thinking that something is wrong with the new baby. I know I am only 4 weeks, but I am still pregnant and would like to keep it that way!

Today we have the inital visit with the Dr. (1:15) to check out the work we have done. Hopefully, we'll see a heatbeat and I will calm down a bit.

But, as I mentioned in previous posts, I feel so good, that it is making men feel nervous. I have not been sick at all! I know every time is different. Maybe the preggo God's feel I paid more than my share of dues with Bridge.

Oh, and Hubby (and his whole office) is convienced it is a boy. He already has the name!! To get #2, I had to hand over all naming rights, and boy is he milking it!

I will keep everyone posted...

Not your typical porn

2008-06-16T09:11:00.000-05:00

Why do they never show what sex is really like. I mean, in those movies (even regualr movies) no one gets a cramp, tired or farts. No one have to get up afterwards to "Clean-up" and no one ever is seen getting a wet towel thrown at them by their partner as they lay in their "juices".

Now that is real life!

I got dumped.. :(

2008-06-16T09:09:00.000-05:00

The last phase of any teacher degree is student teaching. Well, for my student teaching I was to be at Thompson Intermediate School (4th grade). I just got an emial from my cooperating teacher (CT) who it the teacher I am to work with, and she has left the school for a new postion.

Crap, now I have to have my University re-place me.

I feel so used...

SHE cut her hair!

2008-06-15T23:31:00.000-05:00

Warning: This is about MIL Drama....

On Saturday Hubby and I went to the In-Laws house to 1) pick up Bridge who spent the night 2) announce our new arrival.

We get there and Bridge is running around and I instantly notice something different. Is it s new out fit? No. Has she gotten taller in 12 hrs? Not really... Oh Shit!!! THEY CUT MY CHILD'S HAIR!!!!

I mean, as posted before, Hubby and I had discussed this, but he made it quite clear that I was not to cut it because he liked her hair longer. But his mother took it upon herself to cut Bridge's hair (which is curly) on her own. Now, this may not have been a big deal had she been a hair dresser by profession. But no. She is/was not. (Cutting my FIL's hair with dull scissors to save a penny does not a hairdresser make!)

Seeing this makes me so angry, that by the time we are delivering the "news" all I can think of is how inappropriate I would be if my daughter was not in the room. This lady never stops!!

When I politely (and discretely) ask about how much shorter her hair looks, she (MIL) smiles and says, "Oh, Yeah, I trimmed it last night in the bathtub. I only took of a little bit." BULL SHIT!!!! She took off a few inches!!!!!

Needless to say that night while Hubby was getting a last minute trim before Sunday's Father's Day service at church, Bridge was getting a trim of her own. The cut was soooo uneven that the hairdresser had to take more off just to make it even! Now it is shorter than I ever wanted. :(

So, how do you (um, more like Hubby) reword the phrase, "If you cut my child's hair again, I will slash your tires and take away all grandchild privileges?!?!" w/o sounding mean? Ok, never-mind, I want to be mean....

I hate them sometimes....

Lets see how many of you peeps read my blog...

2008-06-14T23:18:00.001-05:00

I am pregnant! :)

Leave it to my hubby the one shot wonder. I will rent him out for anyone interested.

I actually feel guilty that it happened so quick. I do not want to jinx it, so I will be laying low for awhile.

I physically feel great! No nausea, no nothing. Little tired, but really all and all it is different than last time. I'll let you readers know if it changes...

(due mid Feb for those trying to calculate)

The party boobs are here!

2008-06-13T18:27:00.000-05:00

So, I am at Hubby's office shin-dig (right now) and I am having to be the wife who meets and greets (I'm a mom!..? is here with her Hubby too!). I have a very nice blue dress on, but for those that know me I am "well endowed" in the chest department (or as we call it "the girls"). My family jokes, "In heaven, I thought I was standing in the food line and got a extra helping..."

Anywho, so I am here, meeting and greeting boring advertising clients, and all I can think about is how I should have worn a different dress. I am doing nothing but hiding in Hubby's office (Ok, it is more of a cube) and tucking them back in over and over. Of course Hubby does not mind. Matter of fact, I swear he is asking me to wear this dress over and over again! Men!

So, I will now be going out after this, to City Stages (reluctantly). My girls and I will have to have a talking too about not making any surprise personal appearances this evening. That is all I need... showing up on some perve's website "chubby mom with BIG BOOBS". Great, now I am going to get hits looking for porn, crap....

To cut or not to cut?!

2008-06-13T12:43:00.000-05:00

I want to cut Bridge's hair to a short bob. She has massive curly locks, but it is not really thick. It is getting long in the back and sides but takes longer to grow in the front (no, not a mullet...).

Hubby is TOTALLY against it. I have tried to explain that she does not like it brushed, washed, put in pony tails or even to blow in the wind. If we do have it cut a little shorter it might have a fighting change of not looking like Nick Nolte's DUI mugshot.

I'll let you know who wins....

Power struggle

2008-06-13T12:31:00.000-05:00

Bridge it 2. I understand this, because she reminds me (and anyone who will listen) that this is her age. But I am finding it harder and hard to control her. Basic things, not overwhelming mind control, just to get her to wear pants, shoes, pull up her own panties after she is done potting, you know basics.

It is hard to know when to fight the battle and when to roll over and raise my white flag. If we are not going anywhere, I do not mind taking time to let her pick out her clothing or take her time to get dressed. It is the days that I have class (school or gym) and we only have so much time. I have tried getting her up earlier, setting out stuff the night before, everything.

Today, I had to take back a brand new pair of Crocs (yes, I buy full price shoes for my kid...) all because she would not wear that shade of pink. "Only the bright pink, not the light pink!" Dear, Lord!!" Come on kid, you have more crap to wear than I do, lets out something on and get moving. I do not even care if it matches.

Also today, we had issues with pants. On the way to the gym, she decided that she no longer wishes to wear pants. Not just the ones she has on, but pants in general. I began to explain that not everyone needs to see our panties, when she shoots back with, "You do not always wear pants." Referring to my jammies shirts which is all the rage when we are home doing nothing... So clever with the comebacks. I am still thinking of a response that will satisfy her.

So here I am, watching her run around the house pants-less. I had to promise that she would not have to wear them this afternoon. It was the only way to get her to not take them off at the gym... :)

Recipe Round-up

2008-06-11T16:45:00.001-05:00

OK, so I am supposed to be searching for recipes for my BDMGE cook book thing, but I am having an issue. I do not use recipes. That is it. I said it. I went through a culinary program (really did not learn that much) but I did learn to follow my taste buds.

I am the kind of cook who never makes the same meal twice. As Hubby. Never had we had a dish exactly like the last time. For example, meatloaf. Sometimes I put bell pepper in it. Sometimes it has more onion. Other times it will have some sausage and spice. I mean, we have a lot of the same type of dishes, but how the heck do I write them down.

My other issue is I never measure. I just put what I have in there. If I have a pepper and a half, I put in a pepper and a half. If I only have 2/3 cup onion (like I said before I would never know because I do not measure) I use it.

My house is like Iron Chef every night. Since we joined a neighborhood veggie co-op, it is ever more so. Every 2 weeks we get a basket full of miscellaneous veggies. We could get 10 cucumbers. For the 2 weeks we put them in everything: salads, sandwiches, sauces and eat raw. Then the next week could be an excess of potatoes, and well do the same.

So back to my issue. Mom's League peeps, if you are reading this, I am working on it. Just give me a few more days...

Props where props are due

2008-06-11T10:22:00.000-05:00

I never publicly thanked Blue Momma for creating my blog site. She put up with days of indecision which included him-hawing over titles, tag lines, images and color schemes.

(I have to be nice because she still has access....)

So thank you Blue Momma!!! YOU ROCK!!

I totally think you should charge, just not me, I have no $$....LOL

Her heart grew 10 sizes bigger today.

2008-06-10T13:07:00.000-05:00

I am taking a summer session class. It runs from June 3rd to July 3rd. It meets 5 days a week from 10:15-12:15. This is totally inconvenient for me, but it is my last class before internship and then graduation, so I will make the sacrifice.

My teacher is one I had in previous semesters. Lets just say, I have other teacher I have like a lot more. But this semester, she has changed. It could be that there are only 8 in our class and we are upper level students. Maybe it is the fact that she is no longer wearing a wedding ring. I do not know.... but what I do know, is she is my new BFF.

Not only did she cancel last Friday for a "work day", but we will not have class this Friday either. And out test tomorrow? Oh, that will be posted on our website to be complete and posted back to her. This is saving me soooooo much in gas this month!!!

So, to you Mrs. Meanie Now Not So Meanie Teacher, thank you! Thank you sooooo much. I will now cancel the voodoo doll, ancient Native American curse and all flying monkeys.

The worst part is not knowing

2008-06-09T22:09:00.000-05:00

Since this is the first month of hubby and I "trying" for #2, it is hard not to get my hopes up. I know, I know, it could take months, but it is really hard not to think "what if I am." Every pang and uneasy feeling could be the first signs. Is it morning sickness or just bad Chinese?!

See, with Bridge, it was all a surprise and I was not thinking about the "what ifs." She was thought to be a February case of the flu and not a pregnancy. I was already late and really feeling the symptoms. Hell, I was throwing up with the test in hand!

So as these next few days go by like a sea of lava, be thinking about me. I will be the crazy lady waiting to find out my fate... ;)

Where birds come to die!

2008-06-09T15:36:00.000-05:00

This is the second day this week I have some home to find a sad, bloated, dead bird body on my driveway. I am not sure why this is happening! Frankly, it is gross and sad all rolled up in one package. Have I been bad somewhere in time and Karma is paying me back one dead bird at a time? Maybe. Or has hubby been sprinkling the yard with pesticides again? This one is more likely.

Not fun unless HE wants to

2008-06-07T11:34:00.000-05:00

Today is our cities annual free concert called Cityfest. Nothing like local band, C-level celebrities and other acts that were big in the 90's. But hey, it's free.

I am always up to go (free or not) to local events. Bridge and I love to walk around, see the vendors and get stuff we certainly do not need but feel compelled to buy because the creator themselves are hocking it right in front of us.

Hubby never wants to go. It is either to hot, cold, windy, chance of rain, or he has work to do. Today is the hot factor. Yeah, we live in the south, and it gets hot and sticky. It is a fact of life. That is what bottles of water and hats are for.

Well, Bridge and I are going to head out, with or without him. Hey, maybe I'll lose a few pounds due to the heat.... you never know!

It hurts so good

2008-06-03T17:55:00.000-05:00

To start off, I did not have a sweet tooth until I got married. I could take or leave sweet treats . Don't get me wrong, I love a yummy delicate special treat, but I did not have an overwhelming urge to knock over little old ladies on their way to a cake wake at the local church. My hubby is faulted for giving this to me. He craves sweets, particularly chocolate. Every night for almost 7 years he has asked what we have in the house to satisfy his sweet tooth. Well, I do not keep things like that in the house. If we did, he surely would have left my million pound ass a long time ago...

What is doing me in now is the fact my monster in-laws bought me a cake for my birthday on Sunday. This would normally be an act of kindness for normal people and in their own way I am sure they meant well. Unfortunately, this cake is just another example of how they NEVER listen to me. The cake in suspect is this yummy vanilla cake with raspberry filling and cream cheese frosting.

Lets run down those ingredients again one by one....

Vanilla cake- Check! I prefer vanilla over chocolate.

Cream Cheese Frosting- Check! Of all the frosting that is by far my favorite.

Raspberry Filling- Um, no check! I cannot tell you how many times I have told them that I am allergic to raspberries. Not the major life ending kind of reaction, just the itchy under my arms, knees, in my mouth and hair kind.

Now, has the fact that I am allergic to this cake stopped me from eating it like a mad woman? No! That night, I ate a small piece at their house as to not make waves. Hubby made me promise before hand that no matter what they did I have to go out of my way to show my gratitude. I just did not know it was going to mean giving myself hives!

You know what!? You know what my MIL said when I hinted that I was allergic? "Well we'll just have to get to know you better." Know me better?!?!? I have been married to their son for 5 years (dated 2 more before that) and they live not but 20 min away. I guarantee that I made it a point to mention my one food allergy to the people that I eat with at least 3-5 times a month for the last 2.5 years!!!! Come on, that is just her way of saying , "I really do not listen to a word you say as you are just a 16 year old hussy who took away her baby."

OK, one time is one thing but.... Now back to this sweet tooth I have thanks to my hubby. It is being called by this leftover cake like a siren to the rocks. I have this half round cake just sitting in the fridge and all I want to do is eat it, even if it makes me itch like a dog with fleas. I have now eaten 3 pieces, including one right now. I am already beginning to itch as I type.

I think this is their way of trying to off me. Than they can have hubby and Bridge all for themselves. I see their plan now, and they are not going to win. Wait hold on, what did you say? I had to wash my last piece of cake down with some milk. ;)

The Good, The Bad, The Birthday

2008-06-01T21:50:00.001-05:00

For those that do not know, today was my 28^th Birthday (I need no noise from the peanut gallery about how old/young that is compared to you or your dog). The day has been fairly great all in all.

We spent the day at the Vulcan Birthday party spectacular. Bridge had a great time and we made out will some well crafted balloon art, mesh grocery bags and a new respect for the Birmingham history. Sorry to everyone who tried to called but we realized once there that hubby's phone was dead and Bridge took mine out of my purse. It is weird to be so out of touch.

After that it was way past nap time, so home we went. While Bridge (and I slept) the storms rolled through. I was really kind of hoping they would be severe enough to cancel the "surprise b-day" plans the in-laws were cooking up, but no luck. So once everyone was awake and re-dressed in something other than PJ's we headed to dinner.

Sumo was the restaurant of choice. Nothing says celebration like going to eat with a MIL who refuses to eats more than a bite and a FIL who counts calories. She (MIL) swears the clear soup they served her was made with bacon fat! Really?! All in all, the food was great and the entertainment was excellent. I got filet since ma and pa in-laws were paying. I mean, why not?! Surprisingly, Bridge ate a lot. Not surprising though she flirted like crazy with the hibachi chef. Honestly, she would have gone home with him had he asked…

Some of you may be wondering (or not), "Well, what kind of loot did you walk away with?" Well….from the in-laws I got a bed-set that looks hell of a lot like one we already have but in a different color. So obviously that will be exchanged soon. But hey, it was the thought that counts and I was very gracious about it. Now from hubby I received 2 things, one I am getting after I finish this post and hopefully will leave me with kiddo #2…. The second is a new MacBook! It is soooooooooo sweet!!! I have yet to open it and it might take a while to get everything loaded on it, but I am so excited!!! I am sure there will be upcoming posts on how much I love it!!

So this makes a new car for Mother's day and a laptop for my birthday. Well hell, what do I get him for Father's day in a few weeks?!?

Bored, bored and more bored!

2008-05-31T13:33:00.000-05:00

I am in hubby's new office building "helping" set up the new office. Well, ok, I am really just sitting here on his nice 17"MAC Powerbook, in his really comfy ergonomic chair, listening to everyone debate where to hang pictures.

I thought I would check in and say hello to the 3 people who read this blog. HELLO!!!

It is my B-day weekend and my child has been taken by my in-laws (which for me is horrible), my hubby is stuck here until the job is done, and if I am not here I am home alone. I really hate being alone. Since I am in a funny mood anywho, I figure I will stay here and pout a little bit more. Hey, I already got lunch out of the deal...

MIL Saga: Part 1

2008-05-30T15:15:00.001-05:00

Background knowledge:

My hubby is the younger of 2 boys.

He is younger by 5 years.

Basically I married her baby…

So anywho, my MIL is a bit overwhelming. I have tried many times to stop and think about some words of wisdom I received from the BMGE: She is the one who bathed and wiped him when he was little and I owe it to him (hubby) to make an effort.

The thing is that it is not just one thing that has happened. It is an overall uneasiness I feel. Hubby and I have been married for 5 years now (together 7) and you would think that by now I could relax. She just makes me feel bad about every decision I make. I know you should never allow anyone to determine how you feel, but man, it is hard. She is so skinny, over dressed, wears a lot make-up, and feels she is the end all be all medical advice giver. I on the other hand I am just about as opposite as you can get.

Honestly, I do not think she has forgiven me about a few wedding details I said no to…but now that we have a kid, it is worse! Recently we have to rely on In-Law babysitting more than I am comfortable with all because I am still in school. Once I graduate, it is going to be on our terms ONLY!

I understand that grandparents are supposed to spoil their grandkids, but they go overboard. Bridge comes home talking back, not saying please or thank you, and I swear she weights more after every visit. I mean, I do not have a small kid to begin with, but come on, no kid needs to eat a meal with 25 grams of fat per serving! Right now my Bridge is suffering with a minor cold due to a laps in her allergy meds (yeh, I'm a bad mom and forgot them when we went out of town). I had to go to the Dr., pay a $30 co-pay , get an official diagnosis of allergies just so I could report it to her so she would not try to diagnosis herself and medicate! She does love her meds. She has an abnormally close relationship with her pharmacist… but that's a whole other blog.

I just feel like when it was just hubby and me, I was able to handle her in small doses. She did not live in my city, and have this real life forever and direct connection to me. Hubby never called unless I made him, they live hundreds of miles away and we only saw them on long weekends. Now my free time is consumed making sure they feel included. I make sure every holiday they get cards or gifts, that they receive milestone gifts from Bridge, and get calls letting them know when we are going out of town (so they do not think we have been murdered in our house).

So Bridge is with the in-laws today and tonight (they insist on weekly visits and sleepovers), and I am sure I will have something more to add when I get her back…until then.

Why is it?

2008-05-30T14:03:00.001-05:00

As I sit here doing nothing I have thought of a list of random list of "Why?" questions.

Enjoy J

Why is it when I have an entire day to myself, I feel like doing nothing?
Why does something always goes wrong right after I make a decision to finally do something?
Why does Bridge only repeat the bad things she hears me say?
Why do MIL's suck (sometimes)?
Why does no one listen when I have something to say, and bug the hell out of you when you don't want to talk?
Why do they have such short sitcom seasons?
Why is there nothing good on during the day?
Why do I have to get older?
Why are crack whores able to have babies when I have friends who have trouble?
Why was I not born to be thin, tall and hot?
Why is my hubby not more ambitious with his career & education?
Why am I overly ambitious with mine?
Why do you love (crave) something more after you give it up?

I’m new here and already stealing…

2008-05-29T14:43:00.001-05:00

OK, I totally copied this site from Poodlehead's blog. It is uber cool, and with my upcoming birthday, I thought it fitting to post.

Paul Sadowski

1 June 1980

Your date of conception was on or about 9 September 1979 which was a Sunday.

You were born on a Sunday
under the astrological sign Gemini.
Your Life path number is 7.

Your fortune cookie reads:
A warm smile is testimony of a generous nature.

Life Path Compatibility:
You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 5 & 7.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 4 & 22.
You may or may not get along well with those with the Life Path number 9.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 3, 6, 8 & 11.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2444391.5.
The golden number for 1980 is 5.
The epact number for 1980 is 13.
The year 1980 was a leap year.

Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/16/1980 and ending 2/4/1981.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Monkey.

Your Native American Zodiac sign is Elk; your plant is Mullein.

You were born in the Egyptian month of Mesore, the fourth month of the season of Shomu (Harvest).

Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 17 Sivan 5740.
Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 18 Sivan 5740.

The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.6.17.7 which is
12 baktun 18 katun 6 tun 17 uinal 7 kin

The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Sunday, 17 Rajab 1400 (1400-7-17).

The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 6 April 1980.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 6 April 1980.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 20 February 1980.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 25 May 1980.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 1 June 1980.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Thursday, 11 September 1980.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Tuesday, 1 April 1980.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 19 February 1980.

As of 5/29/2008 3:39:41 PM EDT
You are 27 years old.
You are 335 months old.
You are 1,460 weeks old.
You are 10,224 days old.
You are 245,391 hours old.
You are 14,723,499 minutes old.
You are 883,409,981 seconds old.

Celebrities who share your birthday:

Danny Zavatsky (1982)	Alanis Morissette (1974)	Ron Wood (1947)
Rene Auberjonois (1940)	Morgan Freeman (1937)	Pat Boone (1934)
Edward Woodward (1930)	Bob Monkhouse (1928)	Andy Griffith (1926)
Marilyn Monroe (1926)	Nelson Riddle (1921)

Top songs of 1980

Lady by Kenny Rogers	Upside Down by Diana Ross
Call Me by Blondie	Starting Over by John Lennon
Another Brick In the Wall by Pink Floyd	Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen
Rock with You by Michael Jackson	Magic by Olivia Newton-John
Funkytown by Lipps, Inc.	Another One Bites the Dust by Queen

Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 4.00156555772994 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)

Your lucky day is Wednesday.
Your lucky number is 5.
Your ruling planet(s) is Mercury.
Your lucky dates are 5th, 14th, 23rd.
Your opposition sign is Sagittarious.
Your opposition number(s) is 3.

Today is not one of your lucky days!

There are 3 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 28 candles.

Those 28 candles produce 28 BTUs,
or 7,056 calories of heat (that's only 7.0560 food Calories!) .
You can boil 3.20 US ounces of water with that many candles.

In 1980 there were approximately 3.6 million births in the US.
In 1980 the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.
In 1980 in the US there were 2,406,708 marriages (10.6%) and 1,182,000 divorces (5.2%)
In 1980 in the US there were approximately 1,990,000 deaths (8.8 per 1000)
In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.
In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.

In 1980 the population of Australia was approximately 14,807,370.
In 1980 there were approximately 225,527 births in Australia.
In 1980 in Australia there were approximately 109,240 marriages and 39,257 divorces.
In 1980 in Australia there were approximately 108,695 deaths.

Your birthstone is Alexandrite

The Mystical properties of Alexandrite

Alexandrite can assist one in centering the self, reinforcing self-esteem, and augmenting ones ability to experience joy.

Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)

Pearl, Moonstone, Opal

Your birth tree is

Ash Tree, the Ambition

Uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egoistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious.

There are 210 days till Christmas 2008!
There are 223 days till Orthodox Christmas!

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was waning gibbous.

Should I stay or should I go?

2008-05-28T15:00:00.001-05:00

As my child bangs on her bedroom door all while chanting "Mommy, mommy, It's me mommy! Can you hear me?" I am thinking to myself, "Should I go let her out? Or should I continue to sit on my arse and wait it out?"

She has only been in there for like…oh, maybe 12 min and she was dead asleep when I put her down. Why is it that she no longer likes her bed? Nothing has changed. Same bed set, pillows, special blankets and assortment of toys. Uh, the chanting continues….

Update:

5 more minutes have passed and I have managed to resist the urge to let her out. I still hear rustling, but I believe I have one this battle….until she has to go to the bathroom.

Really?! You don’t want me to buy anything?

2008-05-27T16:49:00.001-05:00

OK, so my Bridge and I are wandering the mall with some other mommy friends from the BDMGE and we happen upon the Disney store. Every other child in the world would love to have anything in there, but my girl says no to everything. I mean everything! Cups, shirts, toys, stuffed animals, everything! Most parents would love to have this occur, but I on the other hand, am not most moms.

"How 'bout this? How 'bout that?" I say as I begin to pester her with items I could buy…

"Nah. No thanks mama. I don't want it." She replies calmly. As if I was asking her if she wanted extra ketchup on her fries.

I still ended up buying two shirts, just because. She still insists she does want nor like them. I guess I have to work harder on programming her. J

I need a new…

2008-05-27T16:46:00.001-05:00

I have been married for 5 years. I have a beautiful 2.5 year old toddler girl named Bridge. I am almost complete with my Masters in Education. What else could I possibly need to feel complete?! Let's see…

A new car? No! I got one for Mother's Day and otherwise I am not really materialistic.

A new hubby? Nah! Mine has his flaws, but in all is pretty wonderful!

A new pet? Nope! I have a great dog and sweet cat.

Oh, I have it… a new baby!! Yeah, a new little one to complete our clan, that's it! Why not?! It is perfect timing. We have very very little money, a house we're out growing, in-laws I cannot stand and live 300 miles from my supportive family. What could be wrong with right now?!

So you probably are leaning to side Team Hubby on this one. He has some good points: I need to finish school, get a job, bigger house, and make (and save) money before we have #2. But here is my logic (so hear me out)…

I graduate in Dec and if I get preggo now (or soon) I will have "it" after graduation.
I will have a better chance of getting a teacher job for the fall than in Dec anyway.
We want to move to a bigger house and we have to wait anyway.
I do not want to wait until Bridge is in kid phase to start baby phase all over again.
I only get 2 kids, why not have them close enough to be friends?!
Babies and toddlers do not know if you live on a shoestring budget or not.
I already know how to care for a kid so I need to use that knowledge before I lose it.
We have a bigger car now, so everyone can fit.
Bridge wants a new baby, too.
I will not have to plan for #2 between school years or have their birth be an inconvenience to a school system.
"It" will be much older than a summer break before I have to go back to work and "it" has to go to daycare.
Hubby would have a set DD for 9 months.

So during our anniversary dinner I decide it was the perfect time to profess my strong desire to start trying for that 2^nd kid. This totally threw hubby off and in retrospect probably was not the best timing. But, hey, I got it out there and we were in public so he could not yell at me. J

After some uncomfortable silence followed up by deep introspective conversation the consensus is……I win! So look for a big announcement sometime soon…