Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Happy Anniversary!

Today is hubby's and my 14th wedding anniversary. Yes, we have truly lasted that long. *raspberries to all those whom doubted* We couldn't manage to go to New Orleans this year like we usually like to do. To be honest, I don't think I could have stood the drive since lately riding in the car makes me sick.

Hubby had to work today, and will have to leave for Jackson, MS on Nov. 2nd for his management training, so we are planning to have an anniversary dinner on Friday or Saturday, before he leaves. Dinner, movie, and shopping! I look forward to it. I only hope my energy can hold out on me. I don't remember pregnancy being this draining the first go around... maybe it's my age catching up with me. *_*

Saturday, October 23, 2004

First Doctor Visit

I went to the doctor on Thurday to get my pregnancy confirmed. What a morning! I wasn't feeling great to begin with, morning sickness, plus I had a caffeine headache--I quit drinking coffee and upped my carbs as soon as the home tests came up positive. It was raining just enough to mist up the windshield, and cause the windshield wipers to make that annoying squeaking noise all the way to Ruston. 0_0 Then, I got near the hospital and couldn't find the stinking medical plaza. I ended up having to turn around and make a second pass. I finally found it, but then didn't know where the suites were--mostly because the one I was looking for was upstairs. I did make it there in time, then waited...

The nurse went over my cycles with me, took another pregnancy test--which came up positive, of course. Then we sat down determined the baby's due date to be June 3rd, 2005. I met the doctor after that. He was nice enough, but I was so nervous and feeling sick at the time, he probably thought I was a complete weirdo. LOL! He gave me these prenatal vitamins...but man, they make me feel sick when I take 'em. I imagine I'll have to have that prescription changed.

Anyway, I scheduled another appointment for three weeks. Now to start thinking of baby names...

Monday, October 18, 2004

Travelin' Done - And A Little Visitor

I'm back from Texas, and never so glad to be home! Pam was doing fine, up moving around and looking for things to get into when we arrived. :-) The night before mom and I left for the trip, I could not sleep and ended up staying awake until midnight. I got up the following morning at 5:30 am, and mom and I left out at 7 am. I did all the driving, three hours one way, then got to Gram's and turned out that neither Gram's nor Aunt Pam was able to drive. Sooo... I had to chauffer everyone around while I was there: grocery shopping, to church, etc. Nevermind I was physically dragging! Honestly, it wouldn't have been so bad, but I was feeling a bit ill ... nauseated, and such. Well, I found out today what's up with the nausea. I'm pregnant.

I bought the test last week, but was too chicken to take it. Fearing the worst, I held off until I was "sure" Aunt Flo was about to drop by, then finally this afternoon around 3:00pm I decided to take the damn test. It was positive. I must have stared at the blasted thing for 30 minutes. I read the box a bazillion times. I even called Big Z out of the back room to help me re-read the fiddling directions. How hard can it be? You pee in a cup and drop four drops of urine into the little well on the test.:-P It didn't matter. I didn't trust the results. I think I must be a closet masochist. I needed to torture myself just one more time before panic began to firmly set it. I drove to town, bought an identical pregnancy test, drank a full bottle of diet Pepsi on the way home so I'd have to pee by the time I reached the house. To make a long story short, I came home and took the test. Three minutes later...another positive result. Well, now...

Hubby got home late today, and I must say, as tired as he was, he took it VERY well. He stepped in the door. I hugged him and asked about his day. He came straight in the house, moved to take off his shoes, and was in the middle of telling me about his day when his gaze zeroed in on the two positive pregnancy tests. The look on his face was priceless. He pointed and said, "That does say negative, right?" I looked him square in the eye. "No, honey. I'm pregnant."

He took it well. He stared at me a moment. Stood straight and said, "Well, I guess there's no sense in telling you about my day, since nothing I can say can competes with that." He then came and hugged me. Which was a major relief, since I truly expected a Homer Simpson moment, complete with hair tugging and a loud "D'oh!" Instead, his outlook on the situation was this: "We'll manage as things come along."

If nothing else, I can sleep easier tonight knowing he's not going to completely freak out.

Friday, October 15, 2004

Going Travelin'

It's almost 6 AM. I had to get up early this morning because I'm going to drive mom to Texas, to visit Aunt Pam. She recently had major neck surgery to replace two crushed vertebrae. 0_0 I really don't feel too much like going, but my mom has absolutely NO street smarts. Someone has to go with her. We're going to spend the night then return, not a long stay, but I am not feeling my best. Top it off that my cycle is still late!!! I've been feeling like I might be coming down with something. I'm going to take a book with me, and a few notebooks. Maybe that will help me pass the time.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Home Alone

Big Z went with his grandparents this morning, and hubster had to work, so I get the house all to myself! *dance, dance* I need some quiet time after all the bs that went on yesterday. Big Z has fully come into his teen years, that's for sure. When he's not being a couch growth, he's making smart little comments, and although I can understand he's growing up and there's gonna be some rebellion--hell, I was the worst!!--but this is just plain annoying. But that's part of it. No one said parenting would be fun! :P

Finally got that stupid pack rat avatar on Neopets. Now I can sell all that junk I've been collecting and make some of my points back. 0_o It's going to be a big pain to search out all the prices though. Gonna put Baodan through training too. This should prove interesting. Maybe now he'll be able to beat DoN battle # 4. Woot!

Saturday, October 09, 2004

The Creation of Adam

I got this one from Pat Lewin, who in turn got it from her sister. I had to post it. I about fell off my chair laughing when I read it! :D

After three weeks in the Garden of Eden, God came to visit Eve.

"So, how is everything going?" inquired God.

"It is all so beautiful, God," she replied, "the sunrises and sunsets are breathtaking, the smells, the sights, everything is wonderful, but I have just one problem. It is these breasts you have given me. The middle one pushes the other two out and I am constantly knocking them with my arms, catching them on branches and snagging them on bushes. They are a real pain," reported Eve.
And Eve went on to tell God that since many other parts of her body came in pairs, such as her limbs, eyes, ears, etc., she felt that having only two breasts might leave her body more "symmetrically balanced," as she put it.

That is a fair point," replied God, "but it was my first shot at this, you know. I gave the animals six breasts, so I figured that you needed only half of those, but I see that you are right. I will fix it up right away."

And God reached down, removed the middle breast and tossed it into the bushes.

Three weeks passed and God once again visited Eve in the Garden of Eden.

"Well, Eve, how is my favorite creation?"

"Just fantastic," she replied, "but for one oversight on your part. You see, all the animals are paired off. The ewe has a ram and the cow has her bull; all the animals have a mate except me. I feel so alone."

God thought for a moment and said, "You know, Eve, you are right. How could I have overlooked this? You do need a mate and I will immediately create a man from a part of you. Now let's see ~ where did I put that useless boob?"

Now, doesn't THAT make more sense than that hogwash about the rib?

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

I'm late, I'm late...

In the words of that famous white rabbit: I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!

Well, folks, I am the one who is late this month. 0_0 I have not said a word to my husband at this point, in fear of witnessing a Homer Simpson moment. (You know, that episode that shows how Homer lost his hair... he yanked it out everytime Marge told him she was pregnant with one of the kids until all he had left was 3 strands?) Anyway, the situation here is certainly ripe for such a thing to happen. With no money to go out and do anything... well, what's left to do? *_*

I've made up my mind, I am not going to say anything to hubby until I am 110% positive that we have made a boo-boo. And right now, I'm mainly trying to just stay focused and not panic. It's only a week late, at this point, so maybe; hopefully; more than likely, it's stress that's making Aunt Flow slow to arrive this month. So much has happened lately, what with his job and all...

The only thing that's really making me twitchy is that I have been like clockwork for the past seven months. I mean, right on the money. *pondering*

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Note To Self

Okay, I'm currently driving myself bonkers trying to remember the title and author of this specific horror short-story, and to find out what anthology it appeared in. I had originally thought the story was in Under The Fang or perhaps Cabal by Clive Barker, but after checking both books, I've found its not in either one of them. *_*

Anyway, the story starts off with a married woman taking a vacation through Brazil without her family; and she is traveling by flatboat (or, otherwise, some type low-rent yacht) down the Amazon River with a man she had picked up upon arriving in Brazil. She and this man spend the day on the flatboat making love, as she is to return home to the US the following day. After an afternoon spent in bed, at dusk, the woman and her lover step out onto the deck of the boat, and she jumps because she thinks she sees reflective eyes in the jungle foliage. The woman's lover tells her a tale of shapeshifters living in the jungle; shapeshifters who at times come out and mate with mortals. She writes the story off as an interesting fable, then they go back down below deck.

When the woman goes back to the United States, she picks up her life where she left it off...husband, hauling 3 kids to soccer practice, etc. etc. Then one day not long after arriving home, she sees there is a small bite-like mark on the side of her neck. Thinking it's a pimple, she leaves it be...but then over the next few weeks, it developes into a lump. Worried that it might be cancer, the woman eventually carts herself off to see a doctor. The doctor examines the woman's neck, checks the lump, runs a few lab tests, and comes back to tells her the lump is nothing more than a cyst and to leave it alone as long as it isn't bothering her. So, she leaves it. Then a few months down the road, the woman is out in the backyard playing baseball with her husband and kids. One of the kids throws the ball and it happens to hit her in the neck... when this happens, the "cyst" bursts open...and all these baby spiders come scurrying out of her neck. 0_0 *faints*

Anyway, the story ends with the woman collapsing to theground screaming herself into madness, and the last thought she has before passing out is of her Brazillian lover telling her the story of how the shapeshifters sometimes come out of the jungle to mate with mortals.

For the life of me, I can't remember who wrote that story, but I desperately want to read it again!

Friday, October 01, 2004

Lotsa Goodies

Oh what a shiny happy day! ^_^

At noon, hubby and I drove up to Hodge to pick up his paycheck. While we're waiting for Angie to show up, my dad comes in the store. He was like, "Wow, Cora! You're looking really fit; you look good!"

I've lost thirty pounds since February, and I tell ya... when you've worked hard and someone notices, it makes you feel like a princess, lol! 0:-) Thanks, daddy! (By the way...He was in the store buying papertowels, Windex, and rubbing alcohol in preparation of an art project. Some man hired him to paint a locomotive on his travel coach.)

Oh, but that's not all the goodies today!! As if getting complimented once wasn't enough... hubby and I trekked to Wally-World for some Coffeemate (French Vanilla Sugar Free rocks my socks), and one of our neighbors--understand we do not socialize with our neighbors due to old grudges--looked up and said (politely), "Wow, you've lost weight." I (politely) said thanks and inside was tippy tapping with glee--not at her expense or anything... just that two people had noticed in one day. She then noticed hubby has lost weight also, so she asked what diet we've been using. Of course, we told her it was Atkins. She seemed interested, and mentioned she might have to try it out.

Okay, so I got some compliments...big deal, I hear ya. Blah, blah... Fine. When we got home, I found I had received a package from Ali. 0:-) She sent Big Z $10.00 and she sent me this gorgeous olive oil decanter. It's done up like a flower shop on the outside. Very, very pretty. I have to write her tonight and tell her a big thanks! The card she sent along was cute too. It says, Happy Birthday, Sister! Then, on the inside she wrote... Only 1 year left, ahhh... Ha! Ha! *_* Yep, she's right. Next year I'm gonna slam head first into 30. *checks mirror for crowsfeet*

Mad Dogs!

Yesterday Kinz and Chancellor got into a huge brawl in the backyard. Kinz is a pitbull, and Chancey is a chow-bordercollie mix, so as you can imagine that's a whole lotta dog snapping and rolling around out there. Where I was when all this was going on, I have no idea, cuz I didn't hear a freaking thing. But hubster heard it, and had to get the waterhose after them to break up the fight. When I say hubby has to use the waterhose to break them up, I mean he has to basically squirt them both in the face until they gasp for breath and let go of one another. *_* Oh the joys of dog ownership!

Anyway, both dogs are seniors--Kinz is 9, I think, and if that's right, then Chance is 11, so now they are both so sore they can barely walk. Kinz took the worst of it. He's all bit up on his legs, but heh, if he'd stop being so assy... Chance got grazed under one eye, he's probably gonna have a little scar, but he's no worse for wear. His fur is so thick Kinz's teeth can't penetrate. But omg, he was so drooled up...arg, gross!! We dragged him in the house and plopped his old stodgy haunches in the tub first thing. No way he was walking around my house like that, LOL!! 0_0 Poor thing. A brawl and a bath all in one day! In the meantime, the girlpups just kept their distance. Bitty is so old (14) I doubt she ever realized it was going on. She's a bit spaced-out these days, bless her heart. Hubby said Daisy was barking like crazy at the first, but when it started getting serious, she went and hid under the tree in the back yard til the coast was clear. If only they could all be as quiet as Bitty...