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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Still Sick

Well, after the doctor yesterday, Gavin is still sick. He has an ear infection still (again) in his left ear. YAY for me. He's been pretty tolerant of the whole thing... laying on the floor playing quietly, rolling over to try to get the few extra inches to get stoopid dog, and pulling on her like she's his own personal chew toy. I must admit, I'm very impressed with Stoopid Dog for being wonderful to Gavin every time he grabs a handfull of hair or ear. All she does is turn around, make sure it's him, and go back to whatever she was doing, after giving him a few licks for good measure. Just to make sure he tastes the same. Gavin was up most of the night though which sucked, but here I am at work still. Oh well, not too much more I suppose, I need to get some homework done while it's dead here at work. Class tonight at 6:30.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

I got lost along the way....

Well, busy busy busy. I've been busy at work, busy at school, busy at home. Last weekend all I did was clean my house from top to bottom. Well, almost from top to bottom, I missed the cobwebs that have collected in every nook and cranny along the ceiling. Oh well. Next time I'll get them. When I feel like getting the vaccuum out and scaring the hell out of stoopid dog. She's scared to death of it. It's great. I'll never have to worry about her chewing up the vaccuum. I'm trying to find a cheap rechargeable hand vac that I can use to train her a little better. If it scares her that bad, it just might work.

Gavin is going to my parents tonight, which will work out well for getting homework done. I don't have a ton to do, but just enough to feel like if I don't get it done tonight, I'll get behind. I have to leave work at 1:30 so that I can take Whiney Husband to the dentist and then Gavin to the Doctor for his ear check up. I don't think his ears are better, but we'll see.

Also, I'm going to be having the doctor settle an argument between Husband and I. I've been arguing that Gavin is tongue-tied, and of course, Husband doesn't think he is. I KNOW he is. He is tongue-tied just like his momma. I just need the doctor to confirm it. They didn't figure it out with me until it was too late, after I had started talking. Now, if I wanted to have it clipped, I would have to learn how to talk all over again... too much tongue in my mouth. My husband would be thrilled if I couldn't talk, however, that does nothing for my job. Anyways... I want to get it clipped before he starts talking AT ALL so that it's fixed. I cannot willingly and knowingly set him up for a life like mine. I can't use my tongue for jello shots, to lick ice cream cones, couldn't get it pierced (can't anyways, I'm allergic), or even stick my tongue out at people. It is completely prisoner inside my own mouth. I can't 'roll' my tongue, which is why I never took Spanish in school, but I can make a tongue taco... it just takes effort and it looks funny. My tongue doesn't come to a point, more like a big blog inside my mouth. Same as with Gavin. I'm quite sad that of all the wonderful things he could inherit, he got that. As different and unique as it is, I just want him as perfect as possible. Especially when he gets older (like 40..... hahahaha) and he's got a girlfriend... I'm not gonna go there entirely, but a tongue is useful. For kissing, you know. :-)

Anyways, not much else to update. I'm going to bomb my math class, but it's okay. If I work my ass off in that class for a C, I'll be okay. Off to grab something quick to eat for lunch and then to dentist and doctor's appointments. Love everyone!!

Thursday, January 12, 2006


I think that we should all start buying these and giving them to the young girls in our lives that are getting to dating age.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

OH NO!!!

Well, I took smoochie baby to the Doctor yesterday. He has been kind of whiney... not real bad, and not wanting to suck on his bottles. He started playing with his ear on Sunday so I made and appointment. He has not one, BUT TWO ear infections. So, he's on antibiotics, Amoxicillin... I can't even give him his meds, Husband has to do it. I'm DEATHLY allergic to Penicillin. So, it was an interesting day overall.

I ended up having to call my mortgage company and yell at them. They screwed up my payment, fixed it, I paid what they told me to pay, and now they're saying that my account is past due because I didn't make the correct payment. I was on the phone arguing for over 20 minutes and had asked to speak with a supervisor 3 times and was told that I couldn't because a supervisor couldn't help me. I am now in the process of drafting a really nasty complaint letter and when it's completed, I'll post it on here for everyone to see. It makes me mad. Not only do I have my mortgage there, but also a credit card. When I get the income taxes back, I'll be closing the credit card account and paying it off. I'll then start trying to find another morgage company that will take better care of my account and cancelling everything with CHASE.

Also, I got home yesterday from taking Gavin to the Doctor, then to my parents, and Husband tells me that Stupid Dog got out and ran away. Great. Nice end to a crappy day. I was so mad still from the mortgage idiots, that I burst into tears about the dog. Not that I even like the damn dog. Just the point. I finally go outside with one of her squeaky toys and squeaked it a couple times, and she came a running. She is scared to death of Husband. Husband hits her and I don't. He's no longer allowed to hit her because obviously that's why she's running. It's not working his way, so my way it is. Besides, pick on someone your own size. Makes me wonder what he's going to do when Gavin does stupid shit like that. I dare him to try me. I'd kill him, fuck leave him. Anyways, clean cup clean cup move down move down....

Better subjects... very tired today. I have class at 6:30 tonight. It's gonna be an easy class, I'm sure. Just College Comp. One of Husband's stupid friends said he was going back to school. He used to work for GM so they're gonna pay for his schooling and pay him to go. They're trying to get some of their workers to jobs so that they can't be completely responsible for axing them all. Anyhow... makes a HUGE deal about how he's gotta go out to the school and get everything figured out... He did that Monday, was supposed to have class yesterday... DIDN'T GO! I'm so mad about it. I had to pay for all of my classes out of pocket, no financial aid whatsoever. And, he not only gets it paid for but they'll pay him to go, and he just doesn't go. I could really use that. Grrrr I'm mad about it. Bastard. Lazy Bastard at that.

Alright, well, I guess that's all the bitching I have in me for today. I will probably have more tomorrow, depending on how class goes tonight. Everyone have a fabulous day!!

Monday, January 09, 2006


Just kidding... I've been tagged.. I'm it. Dammit!

"The first player of this game starts with the topic five weird habits of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals."

Weird Habit #1: I tend to count everything. If I see a group of something, like geese flying, I have this overwhelming urge to count. I count everything possible, how many times I cut something with scissors, how many stairs are in a house, how many ceiling tiles in a particular room. I also remember numbers like crazy. My friends and people that I work with call me Rainman.

Weird Habit #2: I cannot wear shoes of any kind (unless they're sandals) without socks. I absolutely hate being barefoot, even in the summer. If I am at home, with shoes off, I will leave socks on until bed or wear slippers. However, I cannot be wearing such foot restricting devices to bed. It drives me nuts. I have pajama's with feet, and I cannot wear them to bed either. It's something other than blankets touching my feet. So, when I decide to wear footy pj's, it's normally on a weekend, when I have nothing to do, and then I wear them all day and have to take them off to sleep.

Weird Habit #3: I swish my pop when I drink it. I drink alot of soda and every time I take a drink, I have to kind of swish it around my mouth. Put it this way, it has to be in my cheeks, and hit the back teeth before I swallow it. Probably why I had to have 2 teeth pulled because of BIG holes in the outside of the tooth. Hmmm.. soda? NO!

Weird Habit #4: Certain things in my house have to be just so. I cannot have books not in place in order from largest to smallest. I cannot see ANY dirt on my countertops, or on light colored floors. I used to have white floors in my apartment, and I was down scrubbing or at least sweeping every other day or every day. I cannot stand to have dirty dishes in my sink. They can stack up next to the sink for days, but not IN the sink. I can't get into the sink to do other things (like the dishes.. hahaha) if there are dishes in the way.

Weird Habit #5: I cannot sleep without a blanket over me. It has to cover everything from neck down, no matter how hot it is in my room, I have to be covered up. So, my poor sweaty son, this is why you go to sleep and I wrap you up in a blanket and when you kick it off, (obviously hot) I put it back on.

AND since I really don't have any other friends.. I'm not tagging anybody. The damn thing stops here!! :-)

Sunday, January 08, 2006


Well, the first day of school wasn't terrible. My math instructor is AWESOME! He's very funny. He kept getting distracted and was talking about the smell of the Dry Erase Markers and how he was getting high from the fumes. I was very concerned about the class but I'm not so concerned anymore. I think I'll be alright. That and he's pretty sexy for an old guy. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and hiking boots. He smokes Basic Menthol Lights and he's out smoking "clearing his head" with all the rest of us smokers. He's very cool.

Anyways, I figured that I would talk about all the other things that I've been meaning to talk about for a while now. I may have to do it in bits and pieces here and there, but I'm not posting it until it's completed. We'll see on that. It may be a while for another update after I get rid of my tag from Christi. Damn woman.

Well back to doing my meme that I was tagged with... I'm trying to hav eit done today. We'll see what happens.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Long time no Post....

He was soooo tired.. just sitting there, playing with his toys and then DOWN! Very funny.

Not alot going on right now. Upset with husband, but what's new there. Hate work. Nothing new there either. I'm starting school on Satuday with the Hardest Math Class Known to Man. It's only Intermediate Algebra but I suck really bad at math. Oh well, I'm going to try to update tomorrow after school so that you all know how screwed I am on the whole school thing.