So I started trying to write this blog at 6 weeks, but never could manage to find the time to finish it up, so I decided to make another attempt at 8 weeks. I have a sneaking suspicion though, that this blog may not end up getting finished either, as I hear the soft rustling of my baby boy, meaning he's about due to be waking up anytime soon... but I'll give it my best shot.
Let me tell you, that my boy is nothing short than AMAZING! He is such a good baby! Since I last posted, he has been quite the busy boy! He's been to two baby showers, 3 races, 2 BBQ's, a visit to his new cousin Kylie's house, out to eat 5 times, and been on endless amounts of car trips to Babies R Us and the Super Target. He does so well when we are out and about. I think he really enjoys the stimulation and the interaction with other people, he just grins at everybody who talks to him. I swear to you that the only time this kid cries is when he is hungry or waaaayyy overtired and trying to fight his sleep, other than that, this child of mine is a dream! But... let me tell you, when he's hungry, boy does he have a set of lungs on him telling you to stop whatever your doing and feed him instantly, because he;s probably dying of starvation. (Just a little side note.. my suspicion turned out to be right, as I am now continuing this blog the following evening) Anyways, when my kid is in need of a nice strong bottle, he defiantly isn't afraid to let you know, and let me assure you that you can NOT heat up or make a bottle fast enough for my son. If you happen to get your face to close to his, during his time of utter starvation, you end up on the loosing end as he tries to devour your face with his mouth.
He has developed such a great personality already and I am in total shock at how active he is at 8 weeks old. He has now started smiling so much, in fact, it's almost non-stop these days. He is such a happy baby. I think he's on the verge of a laugh, because when he smiles now he squeals and makes this little coughing noise, like he's trying to get a laugh out. He is cooing so much whenever you talk to him, like he's trying to talk back to you. He has now developed this little thing with his eyebrows, that when you are talking to him, he raises his eyebrows at you as if he's saying, "Really? You don't say?" He makes me laugh all day. In fact, he keeps me very very busy all day. He doesn't hardly sleep at all during the day, he has gotten to the point now, where he will take one nap in the afternoon, for about an hour and that's about it. Maybe he will take a few little 15 to 20 minute cat naps if he's in his bouncer while I am taking a shower, or in his swing while I am making dinner, but other than that, he is awake most of the day. I defiantly feel like I am my son's personal clown all day long and it's so funny. He will look at me like, "Ok I'm done with this already mom, what's next?" So I am busy all day playing or interacting with him. Lord knows that I am going to be in trouble once this boy starts to crawl.
I have to say that I feel so blessed that I can be able to stay at home and watch my son grow, right before my very eyes. I have so much fun with him all day and am so surprised at how fast the days go by. We have so many little special moments, that really warm my heart. Take for example the other morning, we have really gotten into a good routine lately, and one thing he likes to do, is when Michael's alarm goes off at 6:30, Noah likes to wake up and lay in bed with me. Sometimes he falls back to sleep right away, or other times we just lay there and he smiles and coos at me, but this morning, he had fallen back to sleep. So I fell back to sleep as well. About an hour and a half later, I feel this gentle touch on my face, I open my eyes to see Noah laying there looking at me and smiling, with his little hand on my face. It was the cutest thing, and almost brought tears to my eyes.
I can tell you one thing, I have really come to the realization lately that my life is so very different. I look at where I am at this point in my life, and have really taken stock of all the wonderful things in my life. I have such a wonderful husband who is an amazing provider and father, and makes me laugh, even when I don't want to. I have a beautiful and healthy baby boy who is the light of my life and fills my day with so much joy. I wake up every morning and thank the good Lord for all the blessings that have filled my life recently. In a nutshell, I couldn't be happier.
Aside from learning how to be a mom and a wife, I am now in the process of planning my first big party at our new house. Michael and I are hosting a surprise 50th birthday party for my dad in a few weeks. Michael has been a busy bee trying to get our game room all set up and he designed the decor all by himself. I quite enjoy that I have married a handy man, because something about seeing my man covered in sweat and paint with a drill in his hand is quite a turn on. Don't get me wrong, he is defiantly more than handsome when he's in a button down collared shirt for work everyday, or when he's in his suit for a meeting, but seeing him in his shorts and work boots and all dirty, gets country girl inside me purring! Awwww I love my hubby. After Noah was born, he told me that he would help out in terms of keeping our house clean and keeping up on the laundry. I had no issue getting laundry done, but in terms of cleaning the house (like vacuuming, dusting, mopping,) I literally had no time to clean my 3500 square foot home. So my hubby, in an effort to stop me from whining about the dust accumulating on our coffee tables and the water spots on our shower doors, allowed me to hire a housekeeper. YAY! So once every two weeks, Rosa graces our home with her cleaning expertise and does an amazing job, for a mear $95.00. Life is good and my house is spotless! Did I mention how much I love my hubby?!?!
Oh... and on the mouse front... we caught 2 more in our peanut butter traps a few weeks back, but haven't seen any since, so I am hoping that we may have seen the last of those rotten little creatures. The last mouse we caught though, didn't quite bite the dust once he made his way into the self contained mouse trap, and at 3AM, while I was up feeding Noah, I could hear the little bastard knocking the trap back and forth in an effort to try to get out. At first I thought the damn coyotes that have been hanging out and howling all night in the back of our house had finally decided to break into our home in search for a turkey sandwich and a beer, but I woke Michael up and made him go investigate the noise. Again... did I say again how much I love my hubby???
Well, that's about all I have time for as of now. My little fella is ready for his bath oh... and so is Noah... LOL. Till next time... :-)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Holy crap! I am a mom!! Now what?!?
Well it has been a good month since my last blog, but I think I have a pretty good excuse for not having the time to blog..... I sorta became a mom over the past few weeks... wow! That's weird isn't it? See I have always looked at moms as these all knowing, responsible, gentle and soothing women, who just ooze protection and comfort out of their sweat glands, and have the ability to turn their head 360 degrees and notice a problem, without anybody else knowing. Yes, a mom knows everything and can do anything without so much as a wimper of a complaint. So I guess that means I join that society of Superhumans now?? I sure hope I am up to parr, because this whole mommy thing feels so sureal, even now.
Lets rewind a little bit, because I should probably catch you up to speed on the past months excitment. First of all, I was scheduled to be induced on Fathers Day, June 21st, at 8AM, and Saturday night, at 9PM, I ended up going into labor on my own. Lets just say that the easy pregnancy I had, definatly bit me in the ass once I hit the delivery room, as I finally received my karma that my other pregnant friends had been warning me of as they gained 50 lbs in water weight and threw their guts up, as I trotted along happy as a clam, with no issues. I had the worst experience in the delivery room! Aside from the fact that I had contact with only 2 wonderful medical professionals during my entire duration at the hospital, we had some very touch and go situations with Noah making his arrival. But, one botched epidural, sunnyside up sideways baby with a low heart rate and the cord wrapped around his neck and not breathing, 16 hours, and a cut and torn hoo hoo later, I delivered the most precious being on the planet.
Call me a little bias, but I have the cutest damn kid ever. He was even cute when he first came out... and babys aren't cute when they are first delivered. Yes, I am a very proud mom! Anyways, the first week was a disaster, and it had nothing to do with my son. In fact, he was a perfect angel. He slept 6 hours at a time, hardly ever cried, and was totally and completly patient everytime his dingbat parents tried to put him in his car seat (which, come to find out we have been doing wrong the past 4 weeks... haha.. go figure! Who would have thought that all the practice Michael and I did before Noah's arrival on the stuffed monkey wouldn't pay off for us) He was just amazing! I, however, was still suffering the effects of the spinal headache, caused by the leaking spinal fluid, which was caused by the botched epidural I was given. So back to the hospital I go, to get a blood patch to fix the hole in my spine, and I was back to new.... well.... minus the extreme pain and bleeding going on downstairs... if you know what I mean. OUCH! My poor girly parts! Not only was I sliced open, but I also tore, since Noah came out sideways. That doctor stiched me up for a half hour! Will I ever walk the same again? Pee the same? Will I ever want to have my husband get anywhere NEAR me again without breaking out into a cold sweat?? I was greatly disturbed about the disaster that had become of my female organs.
For the record though, I am pretty sure my poor husband was probably concerened about those parts as well! Awwww... my wonderful and patient and life safing husband. I couldn't say enough wonderful things about the man who was the only reason I got through delivery and the stressful week after, without breaking down. This man truly needs a medal of honor or needs to get some sort of husband of the year recongination for his battle fought. Aside from keeping me focused during some very touch and go times in the delivery room, he spent the following week after, not only being my rock, but helping me care for our baby, as I couldn't even get out of bed. I did realize at one point, as I am standing naked in the emergency room bathroom, attempting to cleaning my stitch area, after peeing, and my husband is holding my hospital gown and handing me a wash cloth, that there is definatly no more mystery left in our marriage. We went from innocent flirting, to NOT so innocent flirting and having a good time, to being married, having a baby and watching one another pee.... now that's a story book romance for you! LOL.
After everything had calmed down, we finally got to enjoy our newborn... andboy is he just a beautiful child. As of today, he is offically one month old, and I am so amazed at how much he has grown already. He has such a great personality, and his facial expressions are priceless. He has finally started letting us put him in his cradle to sleep, as the first 4 weeks, he had INSISTED on sleeping in your arms, or somewhere where he is close to you (AKA our bed) Let me tell you, I LOVE watching my son sleep and love him sleeping in my arms. It's the most peaceful thing in the world to me, but, I would get so exhausted because I couldn't get a good night sleep because I was so aware of him and not wanting to crush him, that I would sleep like crap. So now, he's become a big boy and sleeps in his cradle at night... however, he still has to fall asleep with somebody holding him, but now he doesn't wake up when you lay him down... eventually I'll buck up and learn to be tough and let him cry when I put him in his cradle to sleep, but at this point, I am just not tough enough to do that yet.
I had fully intended on breast feeding him for at least the first 3 months, however, my body decided otherwise. I made it 3 weeks breast feeding before my milk supply wasn't exactly meeting my boys demand, and we had to switch to formula. He's been on formula for a week now, and he's finally starting to get the hang of the change in eating habits, although, he hasn't learned that he can't suck on the bottle for comfort when he's sleepy, like he used to when I was breast feeding, as his little tummy doesn't hold that much and then we both end up taking a formula bath. My doctor told me that babies know when they are full, they will not overeat... well... not my kid... LOL... But we're still learning.
I aboustatly love spending the days with him.... he is my heart and soul and just makes me smile.... even when he is being fussy or spitting up on me. I am soooo paranoid though that I am going to do something wrong. My husband praises me and tells me that I am doing a wonderful job and I am a natural at being a mother, but I still feel like I don't belong in the superhuman mom group, I am so nervous. I made my first outting with him alone last weekend, and I was a scatterbrain, thank God I have such a patient and good baby, because lord knows he handled the situations better than I did. I have a feeling in a few months my kid will be teaching me a thing or two about the real world and not the other way around. All I can say though is I couldn't feel anymore blessed to be a mom and each and every day I am look forward to watching him grow and develop right underneath my eyes.
Well that's about all the time I have for now, I better be getting my little boys bottle ready soon, because it's about that time. I am sure my posts will probably be a little far and between, but I look forward to writing about my tirals and tribulations as a new mom, and any advise you can give.... I am willing to take!
Lets rewind a little bit, because I should probably catch you up to speed on the past months excitment. First of all, I was scheduled to be induced on Fathers Day, June 21st, at 8AM, and Saturday night, at 9PM, I ended up going into labor on my own. Lets just say that the easy pregnancy I had, definatly bit me in the ass once I hit the delivery room, as I finally received my karma that my other pregnant friends had been warning me of as they gained 50 lbs in water weight and threw their guts up, as I trotted along happy as a clam, with no issues. I had the worst experience in the delivery room! Aside from the fact that I had contact with only 2 wonderful medical professionals during my entire duration at the hospital, we had some very touch and go situations with Noah making his arrival. But, one botched epidural, sunnyside up sideways baby with a low heart rate and the cord wrapped around his neck and not breathing, 16 hours, and a cut and torn hoo hoo later, I delivered the most precious being on the planet.
Call me a little bias, but I have the cutest damn kid ever. He was even cute when he first came out... and babys aren't cute when they are first delivered. Yes, I am a very proud mom! Anyways, the first week was a disaster, and it had nothing to do with my son. In fact, he was a perfect angel. He slept 6 hours at a time, hardly ever cried, and was totally and completly patient everytime his dingbat parents tried to put him in his car seat (which, come to find out we have been doing wrong the past 4 weeks... haha.. go figure! Who would have thought that all the practice Michael and I did before Noah's arrival on the stuffed monkey wouldn't pay off for us) He was just amazing! I, however, was still suffering the effects of the spinal headache, caused by the leaking spinal fluid, which was caused by the botched epidural I was given. So back to the hospital I go, to get a blood patch to fix the hole in my spine, and I was back to new.... well.... minus the extreme pain and bleeding going on downstairs... if you know what I mean. OUCH! My poor girly parts! Not only was I sliced open, but I also tore, since Noah came out sideways. That doctor stiched me up for a half hour! Will I ever walk the same again? Pee the same? Will I ever want to have my husband get anywhere NEAR me again without breaking out into a cold sweat?? I was greatly disturbed about the disaster that had become of my female organs.
For the record though, I am pretty sure my poor husband was probably concerened about those parts as well! Awwww... my wonderful and patient and life safing husband. I couldn't say enough wonderful things about the man who was the only reason I got through delivery and the stressful week after, without breaking down. This man truly needs a medal of honor or needs to get some sort of husband of the year recongination for his battle fought. Aside from keeping me focused during some very touch and go times in the delivery room, he spent the following week after, not only being my rock, but helping me care for our baby, as I couldn't even get out of bed. I did realize at one point, as I am standing naked in the emergency room bathroom, attempting to cleaning my stitch area, after peeing, and my husband is holding my hospital gown and handing me a wash cloth, that there is definatly no more mystery left in our marriage. We went from innocent flirting, to NOT so innocent flirting and having a good time, to being married, having a baby and watching one another pee.... now that's a story book romance for you! LOL.
After everything had calmed down, we finally got to enjoy our newborn... andboy is he just a beautiful child. As of today, he is offically one month old, and I am so amazed at how much he has grown already. He has such a great personality, and his facial expressions are priceless. He has finally started letting us put him in his cradle to sleep, as the first 4 weeks, he had INSISTED on sleeping in your arms, or somewhere where he is close to you (AKA our bed) Let me tell you, I LOVE watching my son sleep and love him sleeping in my arms. It's the most peaceful thing in the world to me, but, I would get so exhausted because I couldn't get a good night sleep because I was so aware of him and not wanting to crush him, that I would sleep like crap. So now, he's become a big boy and sleeps in his cradle at night... however, he still has to fall asleep with somebody holding him, but now he doesn't wake up when you lay him down... eventually I'll buck up and learn to be tough and let him cry when I put him in his cradle to sleep, but at this point, I am just not tough enough to do that yet.
I had fully intended on breast feeding him for at least the first 3 months, however, my body decided otherwise. I made it 3 weeks breast feeding before my milk supply wasn't exactly meeting my boys demand, and we had to switch to formula. He's been on formula for a week now, and he's finally starting to get the hang of the change in eating habits, although, he hasn't learned that he can't suck on the bottle for comfort when he's sleepy, like he used to when I was breast feeding, as his little tummy doesn't hold that much and then we both end up taking a formula bath. My doctor told me that babies know when they are full, they will not overeat... well... not my kid... LOL... But we're still learning.
I aboustatly love spending the days with him.... he is my heart and soul and just makes me smile.... even when he is being fussy or spitting up on me. I am soooo paranoid though that I am going to do something wrong. My husband praises me and tells me that I am doing a wonderful job and I am a natural at being a mother, but I still feel like I don't belong in the superhuman mom group, I am so nervous. I made my first outting with him alone last weekend, and I was a scatterbrain, thank God I have such a patient and good baby, because lord knows he handled the situations better than I did. I have a feeling in a few months my kid will be teaching me a thing or two about the real world and not the other way around. All I can say though is I couldn't feel anymore blessed to be a mom and each and every day I am look forward to watching him grow and develop right underneath my eyes.
Well that's about all the time I have for now, I better be getting my little boys bottle ready soon, because it's about that time. I am sure my posts will probably be a little far and between, but I look forward to writing about my tirals and tribulations as a new mom, and any advise you can give.... I am willing to take!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The waiting game.... not exactly the greatest game of them all!
So for the past... ohhhh... 9 months or so, I have been raving about this wonderful day! Yes, June 14th was that day I had been raving about and anxiously awaiting for 9 months. I had envisioned myself, waking up that morning, gently placing my hand on my stomach, while looking at Michael and calmly saying, "It's time". Then we get dressed, get in the car and arrive at the hospital, where I have a nice and easy and quick labor, get to hold my healthy son for the first time, and everything would be right with the world..... well... that little fantasy didn't exactly come true.
2 days before I was due... I vacuumed the house and Michael and I went to the Victoria Gardens where we *thought* we'd be having our last restaurant meal at the Yardhouse and going to a movie. I indulged in popcorn and some Junior Mints, all the while thinking... "this will be the last time I can do this for a while". Saturday, the day before my due date, Michael and I spent the entire day doing NOTHING. And let me tell you, for us, that is an AMAZING feat. We are always on the go and always doing something, so to spend the day watching movies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches was a real treat. We figured that resting was the best thing for us, considering we knew labor was so close..... Yet... Sunday rolls around... and low and behold..... no contractions. No feelings of labor, NOTHING! Just the Lakers winning the Finals and Michael and I BBQing steaks for dinner! This was CRAZY!!! I had waited and waited for Noah's due date to come, and here it was... and he had yet to grace us with his presence. SO I figured he had to come in the next few days right???? WRONG!!!
It is now 4 days past my due date and still I sit, babyless, and feeling like I am going to be the only woman on the face of this planet that will eternally be pregnant. I fear that once I do finally give birth, my son is going to come out sporting a full-faced beard, smoking a cigar, and inquiring about stock investments, while sipping on some Jack Daniels and smacking the nurses asses.... Is this kid EVER going to get here?!? At our doctors appointment yesterday, the doctor told me that I am not even dilated a cm yet, but my cervix is at least thinning out. So she scheduled me for an induction on Sunday morning, Fathers Day, at 8AM. So basically, I have 3 days left to wait for him to come on his own, and if he doesn't then off to the hospital we go to be induced.... which I am really not looking forward to considering all the horror stories I've heard from EVERYBODY I've talked to that has ever been induced.
So I sit here and wait... and wait.... and wait... and wait and it's driving me insane! I mean it's reassuring knowing that in 3 days or so that all this will be over with and that I'll have my beautiful baby boy to hold, but it has been an everlasting eternity getting to that point. I am really hoping that Noah decides to come on his own, before we're induced on Sunday. In fact, I am headed out for a walk down to the country club and the lake in hopes I might walk him into labor.... I am going to make this baby come out if it's the last thing I do! LOL
2 days before I was due... I vacuumed the house and Michael and I went to the Victoria Gardens where we *thought* we'd be having our last restaurant meal at the Yardhouse and going to a movie. I indulged in popcorn and some Junior Mints, all the while thinking... "this will be the last time I can do this for a while". Saturday, the day before my due date, Michael and I spent the entire day doing NOTHING. And let me tell you, for us, that is an AMAZING feat. We are always on the go and always doing something, so to spend the day watching movies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches was a real treat. We figured that resting was the best thing for us, considering we knew labor was so close..... Yet... Sunday rolls around... and low and behold..... no contractions. No feelings of labor, NOTHING! Just the Lakers winning the Finals and Michael and I BBQing steaks for dinner! This was CRAZY!!! I had waited and waited for Noah's due date to come, and here it was... and he had yet to grace us with his presence. SO I figured he had to come in the next few days right???? WRONG!!!
It is now 4 days past my due date and still I sit, babyless, and feeling like I am going to be the only woman on the face of this planet that will eternally be pregnant. I fear that once I do finally give birth, my son is going to come out sporting a full-faced beard, smoking a cigar, and inquiring about stock investments, while sipping on some Jack Daniels and smacking the nurses asses.... Is this kid EVER going to get here?!? At our doctors appointment yesterday, the doctor told me that I am not even dilated a cm yet, but my cervix is at least thinning out. So she scheduled me for an induction on Sunday morning, Fathers Day, at 8AM. So basically, I have 3 days left to wait for him to come on his own, and if he doesn't then off to the hospital we go to be induced.... which I am really not looking forward to considering all the horror stories I've heard from EVERYBODY I've talked to that has ever been induced.
So I sit here and wait... and wait.... and wait... and wait and it's driving me insane! I mean it's reassuring knowing that in 3 days or so that all this will be over with and that I'll have my beautiful baby boy to hold, but it has been an everlasting eternity getting to that point. I am really hoping that Noah decides to come on his own, before we're induced on Sunday. In fact, I am headed out for a walk down to the country club and the lake in hopes I might walk him into labor.... I am going to make this baby come out if it's the last thing I do! LOL
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Beginning to lose my mind already!
Well today marks just 3 days before my expected delivery date, and sadly, I don't feel like I am even close to having him at all! For a month my doctor has been telling me that his head is in position, right where he needs to be, and that he is ready to go, he just has to decide when that's going to be. So for a month I have been expecting, that any day, my little guy would be making his arrival, and alas, no little guy yet! Yesterday we had our doctors appointment and the doctor told me that I am not dilated yet, but my cervix is getting thinner, and that his head is in a perfect position, so that once labor starts, I won't have very much pushing to do before he comes out(which is a relief to me!)She even tried to get labor start for me, but she couldn't quite reach my membranes, so I was sent home to wait....... UGH!
For the past month I have been feeling lots of braxton hicks contractions and lots of pressure in my pelvic area, which are all good signs I am getting ready for labor, and now.... I am not feeling ANYTHING! I can't even believe it! After all this time, it doesn't feel like I am going to go into labor anytime soon and it's driving me nuts! My entire family has been on pins and needles and busting ass to get ahead in their work, so that once the baby is here, there are no distractions, and they call me everyday wanting to know how I am feeling and I give the the same answer.... "Great... DAMNIT!!!" LOL
The doctor told me that if I don't deliver by our next scheduled appointment next Wednesday(which is 3 days after my due date) that they are going to schedule me for an induction on Sunday, June 21st. There in lies where I am starting to stress. See, I have been doing alot of reading and research and 90% of the time when labor is not started naturally, is where the hardest labor and delivery begins, and where the baby is subjected to the most stress. The medicine they give you to induce (pitician, which I totally spelled wrong by the way) starts your contractions and starts them out very strong. Basically the minor and less intense contractions you feel when labor begins naturally at 1 cm or 2 cm, feel more strong and intense, like you are already at 8cm with the pitician. With the stronger contractions right off the bat, your more inclined to have an epidural for the pain, with an epidural you have a chance of your babies heart rate dropping, and when the babies heart rate drops, they then wheel you in for a C-Section. Personally, I am scared to death to be induced because everything that I have learned has shown me that once you start interfering with natural that that is when the most difficult experiences in labor and delivery begin. I have had such an amazing pregnancy to be honest with you, and I don't want to have a bad experience delivering or have to worry if my baby is ok or not... I am now officially starting to panic!
I don't want to be induced! I just want my kid to make up his mind on his own and come out when he's good and ready, not be forced to come out with medication. I may not be making too much sense right now, but all I want is for this little man of mine to come out soon and on his own. The past week has seemed like an eternity and I am sure the next 3 days will also drag on as well..... just keep me in your thoughts and pray like hell that my kid gets here soon, before I start to lose it a little bit more... LOL
For the past month I have been feeling lots of braxton hicks contractions and lots of pressure in my pelvic area, which are all good signs I am getting ready for labor, and now.... I am not feeling ANYTHING! I can't even believe it! After all this time, it doesn't feel like I am going to go into labor anytime soon and it's driving me nuts! My entire family has been on pins and needles and busting ass to get ahead in their work, so that once the baby is here, there are no distractions, and they call me everyday wanting to know how I am feeling and I give the the same answer.... "Great... DAMNIT!!!" LOL
The doctor told me that if I don't deliver by our next scheduled appointment next Wednesday(which is 3 days after my due date) that they are going to schedule me for an induction on Sunday, June 21st. There in lies where I am starting to stress. See, I have been doing alot of reading and research and 90% of the time when labor is not started naturally, is where the hardest labor and delivery begins, and where the baby is subjected to the most stress. The medicine they give you to induce (pitician, which I totally spelled wrong by the way) starts your contractions and starts them out very strong. Basically the minor and less intense contractions you feel when labor begins naturally at 1 cm or 2 cm, feel more strong and intense, like you are already at 8cm with the pitician. With the stronger contractions right off the bat, your more inclined to have an epidural for the pain, with an epidural you have a chance of your babies heart rate dropping, and when the babies heart rate drops, they then wheel you in for a C-Section. Personally, I am scared to death to be induced because everything that I have learned has shown me that once you start interfering with natural that that is when the most difficult experiences in labor and delivery begin. I have had such an amazing pregnancy to be honest with you, and I don't want to have a bad experience delivering or have to worry if my baby is ok or not... I am now officially starting to panic!
I don't want to be induced! I just want my kid to make up his mind on his own and come out when he's good and ready, not be forced to come out with medication. I may not be making too much sense right now, but all I want is for this little man of mine to come out soon and on his own. The past week has seemed like an eternity and I am sure the next 3 days will also drag on as well..... just keep me in your thoughts and pray like hell that my kid gets here soon, before I start to lose it a little bit more... LOL
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The mice fight back! The war continues!
So yesterday I shared with you that Michael and I are engaging in a war on the mice that have apparently taken up residence in our house. I figured that since we loaded up on weapons of mass destruction, Sunday afternoon, that we wouldn't be seeing any signs of those beady eyed furry little rodents anywhere near our house again. Well... unfortunately they have taken matters into there own hands and they are determined to fight back... the little bastards.
Ever since Sunday's first mouse sighting, P-Kitty has been on alert. Although yesterday she spent the day catching up on her sleep, but as soon as she joined the land of the living somewhere around 5pm, she went straight back into Michael and I's bedroom and master bathroom to resume her watch kitty status, she knew something wasn't right and she was prepared to be the first one on the job. Michael had gotten home from work and excitedly checked all our mouse traps to see if we were able to nab any during the day, but came up empty handed... no caught mice, but he found, what looked like fresh droppings, in our pantry. I was kind of getting concerned considering we had a trap set up in the pantry and the mice were obviously too uninterested in our strategic peanut butter trap. It became aware to me that these guys are good, real professionals, they know when to spot a trap. The fresh droppings were just their way of saying, "we know about your little traps and we're ready to fight back so f*ck you and your peanut butter traps." We're not dealing with the average mice here, let me tell you, these are the super smart one's and I was just waiting for the next time one would venture it's way into my pathway again.
Michael and I had just gotten done watching the news in bed, and we shut off the TV and were getting comfortable to fall asleep. Mind you our killer attack kitty was still on duty sniffing around our bedroom and bathroom. The TV had been off for no more than a minute, before we heard our cat spring into action and start running about in the bedroom. We turned on the light and sure enough, she had chased another mouse underneath our entertainment center again. I resumed my usual position standing on the bed and ready to spring if the little shit decided to leap to his get away up on our bed, while Michael went to go find his plastic cups again to catch him. He closed off our bedroom again and moved the entertainment center and P-Kitty dove into action, chasing this fast little rodent all over our bedroom. Under the bed, back under the entertainment center again..... this guy was faster than the last one, but P-Kitty was on her guard. Granted, she has no front claws, so her batting at him was relativity useless, but she was able to pin him to certain areas, in an attempt for Michael to try to catch him. Unfortunately the little shit was a little to fast for my husband and his plastic red cups, as it dove itself under our bathroom door for a getaway into the bathroom.
Now, there was no way on Earth, I was going to be able to sleep with that sucker still on the loose, so Michael and his trusty hunting cat, barricaded themselves and our furry intruder into the bathroom. They were determined to catch this little bastard if it was the last thing they did. Now at this point, I am telling them to put a towel underneath the door, so that damn mouse doesn't run back under the door into the bedroom again. Now, what took place at this point on is completely beyond me, as both Michael and P-Kitty and the mouse took a stand-off in my bathroom, while I still took up residence standing on our bed. All I can tell you is I heard nothing but silence from the bathroom for a good 15 minutes.... then I heard a loud crash, which was the sound of Michael's flashlight crashing to the ground and the sound of shit flying everywhere..... then more silence.... Hmmmmm.... Either the mouse finally lost his battle or my husband and my cat lost their battle.... but... it wasn't over yet. After chasing the mouse into my bathroom cabinet, Michael was able to beat to mouse to death with our plunger. Yes, another dead mouse, this one losing it's life to our plunger.
At this point I am really concerned as to how these mice are making their way from our attic into our house. Michael and I have searched this house high and low, in every corner possible, and could not find an entrance. However, our question was answered for us, as Michael was doing his homicide clean up, and drawing the chalk marks on our tile, where the corpse of mouse terrorist number two had previously laid. When Michael and P-Kitty found him hiding in the bathroom, he was in a cabinet, which, was closed. There is apparently a hole under the cabinet, that leads up into the cabinet, as well as there is a hole from the cabinet, that leads underneath our bathtub. Our new theory is that they are climbing down the walls, from the attic, and crawling under the bathtub, and up into our bathroom through this tiny separation between the wood cabinets and the tile. Or.... at least... we're HOPING that's what is really going on. So Michael went and grabbed the electric chair.... the black box that shocks the mice when they enter it, and placed it next to the hole under the sink, as well as he placed a tray of poison under there, hoping we could get them at their point of entrance. This really meant war then!!
So Michael and I both spent the entire night, pretty much tossing and turning at the fact that we were being attacked in our own home by little field mice and P-Kitty spent the night on patrol between our bathroom and bedroom. At one point she decided to go into stealth mode, and laid with her entire body underneath the bed, with just her little head sticking out from under the bed-skirt, so she could be ready for attack again. Our little attack kitty wasn't going to sleep a wink until she knew all was clear. This morning, when we got up, we were disappointed to find that we still hadn't caught any of the bastards yet. Very very crafty little shits.... they are taunting us. They are sitting up there in our attic, blueprints spread out on their little mouse table, with the head mouse wearing his little reading classes, while the rest of their terrorist army of mice sit waiting for the details of their next suicide mission. This isn't your average society of mice I tell you, they have accepted our challenge and they are ready for war.
P-Kitty has finally crashed out from her night of mouse watch, as she as passed out on our bed with her head buried underneath one of my decorative pillows. The mice know my strongest allies are missing, as Michael is at the office and P-Kitty couldn't be woken up if the entire house came crashing down around her. They know I am the weak link, as now I hear their scratching coming from the attic again as well as I am hearing movements from my cabinets, and scary enough, it seems to follow me into every room I am in. Somewhere, in a dark corner of the room, there is a little watch mouse, with his binoculars on me, relating back my every move to the rest of the demon army via a walkie talkie. They are just waiting for the right time to strike again and probably when I am at my most vulnerable state. The war isn't over yet guys! We've only just begun. You furry little f*ckers are going down!
Ever since Sunday's first mouse sighting, P-Kitty has been on alert. Although yesterday she spent the day catching up on her sleep, but as soon as she joined the land of the living somewhere around 5pm, she went straight back into Michael and I's bedroom and master bathroom to resume her watch kitty status, she knew something wasn't right and she was prepared to be the first one on the job. Michael had gotten home from work and excitedly checked all our mouse traps to see if we were able to nab any during the day, but came up empty handed... no caught mice, but he found, what looked like fresh droppings, in our pantry. I was kind of getting concerned considering we had a trap set up in the pantry and the mice were obviously too uninterested in our strategic peanut butter trap. It became aware to me that these guys are good, real professionals, they know when to spot a trap. The fresh droppings were just their way of saying, "we know about your little traps and we're ready to fight back so f*ck you and your peanut butter traps." We're not dealing with the average mice here, let me tell you, these are the super smart one's and I was just waiting for the next time one would venture it's way into my pathway again.
Michael and I had just gotten done watching the news in bed, and we shut off the TV and were getting comfortable to fall asleep. Mind you our killer attack kitty was still on duty sniffing around our bedroom and bathroom. The TV had been off for no more than a minute, before we heard our cat spring into action and start running about in the bedroom. We turned on the light and sure enough, she had chased another mouse underneath our entertainment center again. I resumed my usual position standing on the bed and ready to spring if the little shit decided to leap to his get away up on our bed, while Michael went to go find his plastic cups again to catch him. He closed off our bedroom again and moved the entertainment center and P-Kitty dove into action, chasing this fast little rodent all over our bedroom. Under the bed, back under the entertainment center again..... this guy was faster than the last one, but P-Kitty was on her guard. Granted, she has no front claws, so her batting at him was relativity useless, but she was able to pin him to certain areas, in an attempt for Michael to try to catch him. Unfortunately the little shit was a little to fast for my husband and his plastic red cups, as it dove itself under our bathroom door for a getaway into the bathroom.
Now, there was no way on Earth, I was going to be able to sleep with that sucker still on the loose, so Michael and his trusty hunting cat, barricaded themselves and our furry intruder into the bathroom. They were determined to catch this little bastard if it was the last thing they did. Now at this point, I am telling them to put a towel underneath the door, so that damn mouse doesn't run back under the door into the bedroom again. Now, what took place at this point on is completely beyond me, as both Michael and P-Kitty and the mouse took a stand-off in my bathroom, while I still took up residence standing on our bed. All I can tell you is I heard nothing but silence from the bathroom for a good 15 minutes.... then I heard a loud crash, which was the sound of Michael's flashlight crashing to the ground and the sound of shit flying everywhere..... then more silence.... Hmmmmm.... Either the mouse finally lost his battle or my husband and my cat lost their battle.... but... it wasn't over yet. After chasing the mouse into my bathroom cabinet, Michael was able to beat to mouse to death with our plunger. Yes, another dead mouse, this one losing it's life to our plunger.
At this point I am really concerned as to how these mice are making their way from our attic into our house. Michael and I have searched this house high and low, in every corner possible, and could not find an entrance. However, our question was answered for us, as Michael was doing his homicide clean up, and drawing the chalk marks on our tile, where the corpse of mouse terrorist number two had previously laid. When Michael and P-Kitty found him hiding in the bathroom, he was in a cabinet, which, was closed. There is apparently a hole under the cabinet, that leads up into the cabinet, as well as there is a hole from the cabinet, that leads underneath our bathtub. Our new theory is that they are climbing down the walls, from the attic, and crawling under the bathtub, and up into our bathroom through this tiny separation between the wood cabinets and the tile. Or.... at least... we're HOPING that's what is really going on. So Michael went and grabbed the electric chair.... the black box that shocks the mice when they enter it, and placed it next to the hole under the sink, as well as he placed a tray of poison under there, hoping we could get them at their point of entrance. This really meant war then!!
So Michael and I both spent the entire night, pretty much tossing and turning at the fact that we were being attacked in our own home by little field mice and P-Kitty spent the night on patrol between our bathroom and bedroom. At one point she decided to go into stealth mode, and laid with her entire body underneath the bed, with just her little head sticking out from under the bed-skirt, so she could be ready for attack again. Our little attack kitty wasn't going to sleep a wink until she knew all was clear. This morning, when we got up, we were disappointed to find that we still hadn't caught any of the bastards yet. Very very crafty little shits.... they are taunting us. They are sitting up there in our attic, blueprints spread out on their little mouse table, with the head mouse wearing his little reading classes, while the rest of their terrorist army of mice sit waiting for the details of their next suicide mission. This isn't your average society of mice I tell you, they have accepted our challenge and they are ready for war.
P-Kitty has finally crashed out from her night of mouse watch, as she as passed out on our bed with her head buried underneath one of my decorative pillows. The mice know my strongest allies are missing, as Michael is at the office and P-Kitty couldn't be woken up if the entire house came crashing down around her. They know I am the weak link, as now I hear their scratching coming from the attic again as well as I am hearing movements from my cabinets, and scary enough, it seems to follow me into every room I am in. Somewhere, in a dark corner of the room, there is a little watch mouse, with his binoculars on me, relating back my every move to the rest of the demon army via a walkie talkie. They are just waiting for the right time to strike again and probably when I am at my most vulnerable state. The war isn't over yet guys! We've only just begun. You furry little f*ckers are going down!
Monday, June 1, 2009
This means war! The joys of country living
I am not a "city girl" by any means. I was raised in Reche Canyon, of all places, so I became quite accustomed to the coyotes, snakes, lizards, and the other wild life that ran around up there. Not that I like any of them praticulary, but you just get used to knowing that you have to cross paths with them from time to time. I had been living in the city environment for the past 3 years, so I didn't really have to deal with them too much. When Michael and I bought our home up here in Llano, although it's in a neighborhood with paved streets and such, our backyard buts up to the base of the mountain. Michael had asked me if I had a problem with that, and of course I didn't. Where we live reminds me so much of where I grew up in Reche Canyon so I guess that is why I instantly felt so comfortable here once we moved in. Since we moved in, just over a month ago, we really haven't had any wild life problems, per-say, and in fact, we've only heard coyotes 2 nights, and just saw one run across the street one time, so I didn't think we'd have too much of a problem. Of course, there is BEAUTIFUL wild life up here that have taken up residence in my front yard, that Michael and I just love to watch from our front windows every morning. We have a family of quail, which just hatched their babies, and it's so cute to see them running around our front yard. We also have a family of squirrels that live in the side yard, that also just had babies, that love to run around. We also have our fair share of frogs too that hop up to the screen doors and around the yard. It's really neat and peaceful and it makes me sigh peacefully at the beauty of it all. I really do live in a beautiful house and to be able to witness such beauties of nature on a daily basis, really is a blessing. However, this past weekend, we had some wild life.... "issues" I should say, that made for a little comic relief as well as two burial ceremonies taking place in our backyard.
Saturday morning, Michael went out to mow our law for the first time. When we first bought the house, since it had been vacant, all our grass was dead, however we were lucky that the previous owners had an AMAZING watering system on the house, since we have so many trees and plants adorning the house as well, it only took a months time frame for our grass to grow in green and lush and for all of my trees to start blossoming. So since our grass was nice and healthy and starting to over grow our front yard now, it was time to cut it. So my hubby heads out to do his husbandly duties of lawn maintenance and does a very fine job of it as well, until he starts racking the yard. Unfortunately, one of the frogs that likes to hop around our front yard, apparently didn't hear the roar of our lawn mower, and didn't escape in time, and my husband, who I know call the "frog murder" ran right over him and decapitated poor Kermit! Poor little guy! So I made Michael give him a proper burial in our backyard and say a little prayer for the poor unsuspecting frog who lost his life to our lawn mower! RIP dear ol' kermie!
Sunday morning, we managed to have another wild life adventure. See last week, while cleaning the floors, I had noticed in the corners, what looked to be like little mouse droppings. Michael and I went on a quest to every room in the house to see where there might be a place for mice to get in, or if there was any chewings on any of the food in our pantry. We cleaned up the droppings and just figured maybe they were old droppings, since we couldn't find anything that would lead us to where a mouse would get in, and since none of our food had been tampered with, and typically that's the first thing you notice with a mouse. So we decided that we would just keep an eye out... besides, we have an indoor cat, granted she may be spoiled and has never actually hunted a day in her life... but it's still in a cat's nature to go after rodents right?!? Well later in the week I was sitting in the office on the computer, when I heard scratching coming from the attic. Yep, sure shit, we had mice up there. But that's ok, as long as they are in the attic and not running around my house that's ok. So Michael and I decided that we'd head to the store, during the weekend to pick up some Decon to put in the attic... again, there was no more signs of mice droppings in the corners and no signs of breakages in our food, we were sure they were just confined to the attic... again... we've got ourselves a tough cat, she'd be SURE to smell out a mouse.... right?!?! Now I know that mice are little and they wouldn't hurt you, but good God almighty, those little suckers creep me the hell out! The thought of having any loose in my house sends shivers down my spine! So all I could hope for was that they were just in our attic.
So Sunday morning, Michael and I get up, and he told me that while he was using our master bathroom the night before, he had heard the scratching coming from the attic above our bathroom and that later that day, we;d head out to pick up some Decon to poison them. So we had a nice breakfast and enjoyed the morning and then I headed in to make the bed so I could start getting ready for the day. I walked into our bedroom and P-Kitty was sitting in our bathroom, kinda just staring out into space, which was really unlike her. She has her usual sitting and laying spots and the bathroom certainly was not one of them. She even ran into our closet in the bathroom and was sniffing around. That had her attention for about a few minutes, then she turned around and left the room like everything was kosher. I had just figured she probably heard the scratching in the attic, which had prompted her to come in and investigate. So I went about my business making the bed. Now... every woman probably does just the same as me. You have your 1,000 decorative pillows that you don't *actually* sleep on, that decorate your bed during the day, but you take off the bed at night. I have just that. So I keep those pillows stacked in the corner of the bedroom. I was grabbing one of my million pillows off the ground to put on the bed, when underneath it, there was a little surprise waiting for me. Now, it took me a good second and a half to realize that it was in fact a REAL mouse, because P-Kitty has a ton of those little cat nip one's, and I had thought maybe Michael had placed one there in an effort to scare me, since I was a little on edge about the "mice issue", noooooo... this mouse wasn't red or green or blue with cloth eyes, this was, in fact, a real little furry brown mouse with beady little eyes looking up at me. He blinked at me!!!!! I jumped up so fast and took off running through the house, screaming like a banshee. I don't think my feet even touched the ground the entire way, as I made my way to the front door, where I stood there, stomping my feet up and down, STILL screaming, as my husband looks at me in horror like I had just witnessed a murder or something. My poor cat even stood there staring at me in horror, with her ears pinned back.
I yell at Michael that I found a mouse in our bedroom and he needed to go get it. Apparently my blood curdling scream had rendered the poor mouse deaf and motionless, because he was still in the same spot he was when I beat feet out of that bedroom at Mach 30. Of course, like the insane person I am, I tell Michael, "Don't kill him, just catch him and put him outside"..... right... I know..... So Michael grabs two plastic cups, and shuts the bedroom door and attempts to catch my furry little friend. The mouse runs under our entertainment center, so Michael calls me in for reinforcements. Now, there is no way my feet are going to be anywhere on the ground in that bedroom till that mouse is out of there, but Michael needs to move the entertainment center to catch him, so I need to watch to let Michael know where the mouse runs to. So I hop up on the bed and prepare myself for the little demon to make his way out from under our entertainment center. Michael moves the entertainment center and the crafty little shit moves with it! So Michael has an idea, we have a friggin cat, she'll definitely chase that mouse out from there right? So Michael brings P-Kitty into our room and we anticipate that her keen cat sense will send her running to the entertainment center, chase out the mouse, and our work will be done. That damn cat, nonchalantly walks up to the entertainment center, right near where the mouse is sitting, sniffs around, and then walks aways and lays down on the floor, giving us this look like, "was there something you needed, because you really interrupted me from something very important". Great! We have a cat that could care less about chasing mice! What are the odds??? So Michael moves the entertainment center again, and this time the mouse goes to run. Well... now P-Kitty sees him run, so she darts off after him, apparently she was thinking that mouse was one of her cat nip toys until the sucker actually moved. She really didn't know what to do, as she has never chased a mouse in her entire life. She kind of batted at him, as she ran after him, but clearly she was confused as to what her role was in this war. She managed to chase him into one of our floor fans, where he just sat there, taunting her and Michael. So I told Michael that was perfect, we could just carry the fan outside ( or HE rather could just carry the fan outside, because I wasn't getting close to that sucker if my life depended on it) and then he could run away to the field and live happily ever after. So Michael takes the fan outside and the little shit STILL doesn't come out. Since the mouse was sitting at the bottom of the fan, the fan blades weren't anywhere near him, so Michael gets the bright idea that he'll turn the fan on, on low, so that the wind scares the mouse into running away.... well... it was starting to work... that was of course until the fan tipped over and Michael heard a **thunk** noise and announced that "we had a little bit of an accident"..... yes... the furry little mouse had fallen victim to the blades of our fan. So Michael had to open the fan, and remove the dead mouse, and bury him in the backyard, next to the frog he buried the day before. Needless to say, we didn't have a very good weekend when it came to animals. Thank God P-Kitty made it through the weekend alive! So after our little mouse adventure, Michael and I headed off to Lowes and $100.00 later we were loaded down with the strongest in mouse artillery. It looked like we were headed to battle! We got some box that shocks them and stores there little corpses in there, as well as the little white traps that they walk into to eat the peanut butter, and then it closes and keeps there corpses in there as well, and we got loads and loads of poison to put in our attic. We were ready to fight these little suckers with everything they got. We want them little bastards to tell all their little mice friends that we Medlin's mean business and to take up residence in somebody else's house! So we'll see what happens, hopefully those traps and all that poison will do some good. I am not really sure I can handle another mouse sighting.
So this weekend was a nice reminder about what it's like to live in the country. P-Kitty is now, in attack mode, in fact, she sat in our bathroom the entire night, guarding to make sure no other mice were going to make it in. This morning though, she kind of lost her luster on the mouse hunt, as she now lays on her pillow in the spare bedroom taking a nap. All I can say is I hope one of those mice just come running across the floor today while Michael is at work, I may end up going into labor, or worse, I'll have to run across the street and talk my neighbor into coming and catching it. If anybody sees me driving around the Inland Empire today, it's because I have discovered another mouse and that there was no way in HELL I was going to stay in this house with that sucker loose, until my husband got home to catch it!!! Little bastards! This means war!!! On a side note, I do have my gun, maybe I can just shoot at them??? What do you think??? LOL
Saturday morning, Michael went out to mow our law for the first time. When we first bought the house, since it had been vacant, all our grass was dead, however we were lucky that the previous owners had an AMAZING watering system on the house, since we have so many trees and plants adorning the house as well, it only took a months time frame for our grass to grow in green and lush and for all of my trees to start blossoming. So since our grass was nice and healthy and starting to over grow our front yard now, it was time to cut it. So my hubby heads out to do his husbandly duties of lawn maintenance and does a very fine job of it as well, until he starts racking the yard. Unfortunately, one of the frogs that likes to hop around our front yard, apparently didn't hear the roar of our lawn mower, and didn't escape in time, and my husband, who I know call the "frog murder" ran right over him and decapitated poor Kermit! Poor little guy! So I made Michael give him a proper burial in our backyard and say a little prayer for the poor unsuspecting frog who lost his life to our lawn mower! RIP dear ol' kermie!
Sunday morning, we managed to have another wild life adventure. See last week, while cleaning the floors, I had noticed in the corners, what looked to be like little mouse droppings. Michael and I went on a quest to every room in the house to see where there might be a place for mice to get in, or if there was any chewings on any of the food in our pantry. We cleaned up the droppings and just figured maybe they were old droppings, since we couldn't find anything that would lead us to where a mouse would get in, and since none of our food had been tampered with, and typically that's the first thing you notice with a mouse. So we decided that we would just keep an eye out... besides, we have an indoor cat, granted she may be spoiled and has never actually hunted a day in her life... but it's still in a cat's nature to go after rodents right?!? Well later in the week I was sitting in the office on the computer, when I heard scratching coming from the attic. Yep, sure shit, we had mice up there. But that's ok, as long as they are in the attic and not running around my house that's ok. So Michael and I decided that we'd head to the store, during the weekend to pick up some Decon to put in the attic... again, there was no more signs of mice droppings in the corners and no signs of breakages in our food, we were sure they were just confined to the attic... again... we've got ourselves a tough cat, she'd be SURE to smell out a mouse.... right?!?! Now I know that mice are little and they wouldn't hurt you, but good God almighty, those little suckers creep me the hell out! The thought of having any loose in my house sends shivers down my spine! So all I could hope for was that they were just in our attic.
So Sunday morning, Michael and I get up, and he told me that while he was using our master bathroom the night before, he had heard the scratching coming from the attic above our bathroom and that later that day, we;d head out to pick up some Decon to poison them. So we had a nice breakfast and enjoyed the morning and then I headed in to make the bed so I could start getting ready for the day. I walked into our bedroom and P-Kitty was sitting in our bathroom, kinda just staring out into space, which was really unlike her. She has her usual sitting and laying spots and the bathroom certainly was not one of them. She even ran into our closet in the bathroom and was sniffing around. That had her attention for about a few minutes, then she turned around and left the room like everything was kosher. I had just figured she probably heard the scratching in the attic, which had prompted her to come in and investigate. So I went about my business making the bed. Now... every woman probably does just the same as me. You have your 1,000 decorative pillows that you don't *actually* sleep on, that decorate your bed during the day, but you take off the bed at night. I have just that. So I keep those pillows stacked in the corner of the bedroom. I was grabbing one of my million pillows off the ground to put on the bed, when underneath it, there was a little surprise waiting for me. Now, it took me a good second and a half to realize that it was in fact a REAL mouse, because P-Kitty has a ton of those little cat nip one's, and I had thought maybe Michael had placed one there in an effort to scare me, since I was a little on edge about the "mice issue", noooooo... this mouse wasn't red or green or blue with cloth eyes, this was, in fact, a real little furry brown mouse with beady little eyes looking up at me. He blinked at me!!!!! I jumped up so fast and took off running through the house, screaming like a banshee. I don't think my feet even touched the ground the entire way, as I made my way to the front door, where I stood there, stomping my feet up and down, STILL screaming, as my husband looks at me in horror like I had just witnessed a murder or something. My poor cat even stood there staring at me in horror, with her ears pinned back.
I yell at Michael that I found a mouse in our bedroom and he needed to go get it. Apparently my blood curdling scream had rendered the poor mouse deaf and motionless, because he was still in the same spot he was when I beat feet out of that bedroom at Mach 30. Of course, like the insane person I am, I tell Michael, "Don't kill him, just catch him and put him outside"..... right... I know..... So Michael grabs two plastic cups, and shuts the bedroom door and attempts to catch my furry little friend. The mouse runs under our entertainment center, so Michael calls me in for reinforcements. Now, there is no way my feet are going to be anywhere on the ground in that bedroom till that mouse is out of there, but Michael needs to move the entertainment center to catch him, so I need to watch to let Michael know where the mouse runs to. So I hop up on the bed and prepare myself for the little demon to make his way out from under our entertainment center. Michael moves the entertainment center and the crafty little shit moves with it! So Michael has an idea, we have a friggin cat, she'll definitely chase that mouse out from there right? So Michael brings P-Kitty into our room and we anticipate that her keen cat sense will send her running to the entertainment center, chase out the mouse, and our work will be done. That damn cat, nonchalantly walks up to the entertainment center, right near where the mouse is sitting, sniffs around, and then walks aways and lays down on the floor, giving us this look like, "was there something you needed, because you really interrupted me from something very important". Great! We have a cat that could care less about chasing mice! What are the odds??? So Michael moves the entertainment center again, and this time the mouse goes to run. Well... now P-Kitty sees him run, so she darts off after him, apparently she was thinking that mouse was one of her cat nip toys until the sucker actually moved. She really didn't know what to do, as she has never chased a mouse in her entire life. She kind of batted at him, as she ran after him, but clearly she was confused as to what her role was in this war. She managed to chase him into one of our floor fans, where he just sat there, taunting her and Michael. So I told Michael that was perfect, we could just carry the fan outside ( or HE rather could just carry the fan outside, because I wasn't getting close to that sucker if my life depended on it) and then he could run away to the field and live happily ever after. So Michael takes the fan outside and the little shit STILL doesn't come out. Since the mouse was sitting at the bottom of the fan, the fan blades weren't anywhere near him, so Michael gets the bright idea that he'll turn the fan on, on low, so that the wind scares the mouse into running away.... well... it was starting to work... that was of course until the fan tipped over and Michael heard a **thunk** noise and announced that "we had a little bit of an accident"..... yes... the furry little mouse had fallen victim to the blades of our fan. So Michael had to open the fan, and remove the dead mouse, and bury him in the backyard, next to the frog he buried the day before. Needless to say, we didn't have a very good weekend when it came to animals. Thank God P-Kitty made it through the weekend alive! So after our little mouse adventure, Michael and I headed off to Lowes and $100.00 later we were loaded down with the strongest in mouse artillery. It looked like we were headed to battle! We got some box that shocks them and stores there little corpses in there, as well as the little white traps that they walk into to eat the peanut butter, and then it closes and keeps there corpses in there as well, and we got loads and loads of poison to put in our attic. We were ready to fight these little suckers with everything they got. We want them little bastards to tell all their little mice friends that we Medlin's mean business and to take up residence in somebody else's house! So we'll see what happens, hopefully those traps and all that poison will do some good. I am not really sure I can handle another mouse sighting.
So this weekend was a nice reminder about what it's like to live in the country. P-Kitty is now, in attack mode, in fact, she sat in our bathroom the entire night, guarding to make sure no other mice were going to make it in. This morning though, she kind of lost her luster on the mouse hunt, as she now lays on her pillow in the spare bedroom taking a nap. All I can say is I hope one of those mice just come running across the floor today while Michael is at work, I may end up going into labor, or worse, I'll have to run across the street and talk my neighbor into coming and catching it. If anybody sees me driving around the Inland Empire today, it's because I have discovered another mouse and that there was no way in HELL I was going to stay in this house with that sucker loose, until my husband got home to catch it!!! Little bastards! This means war!!! On a side note, I do have my gun, maybe I can just shoot at them??? What do you think??? LOL
Monday, May 11, 2009
Just another week.... and that much closer to "D" Day!
Well another week has passed and of course it has been interesting as usual. I am now officially 35 weeks pregnant, 22lbs heavier than I was before I was with child, with boobs that make me wonder why I ever needed a boob job in the first place and a ton more emotional and irritable than I ever thought I'd imagine I would ever be. Last week Michael and I finished our very last childbirth education class. To be honest with you, I got a lot more out of it than I thought I ever would. Of course, like the overachieving scholar I have always been my entire life, I managed to charm the heart of my childbirth instructor and prompt hatred looks from the rest of my classmates. Of course, it could have been that I was the only one in the class that actually had a baby daddy as my coach, but I am thinking they were just jealous at my ability to "hee hee hoo" better then *they* could and that I could recite the birthing acronyms without even looking... yes... I am that damn good! LOL! Actually, in all seriousness, I really enjoy learning something new, whether it's child-birthing or anything else for that matter, I have always excelled in a classroom environment. I'm not shy by any means, and I am certainly not afraid to speak up in class when the instructor is trying to engage in a group discussion and I definitely am not afraid to speak up if I have the right answer to a question. That of course makes me the perfect student in the teacher's eyes and the kiss ass in the other students eyes. There was one girl in particular who didn't like me at all. She didn't speak to me, (of course I am sure she spoke *about* me in spanish to her mother who she had to translate the majority of the class to... but whatever) but I could see her horns come out whenever I walked in the room. She even made it a point, when I answered a question correctly, to make a snide remark like, "Oh looks like *somebody* has been memorizing the material". Whatever bitch.... don't be a hater! LOL... Ahhhh reminds me of high school! Anyways, after the end of class the teacher asked me to come on board as a patient advisory member for the hospital, which I thought was pretty cool, and I am actually really considering it.
Last week as we were leaving class though, I really had an overwhelming feeling that "D" Day (AKA Delivery Day) is a lot closer than I thought. Hell, I haven't even packed my bag yet! Granted I have made a beautiful list of what I'm going to pack, once I start packing, however, if I go into labor tomorrow, I may just be heading to the hospital without my Bob Marley CD's and Cucumber Melon Body Lotion and favorite body pillow to ease my labor stresses. I guess instead of writing about it on Blogger, I could be packing it, but of course that would be to easy right? Everything has been going well with my pregnancy, and I've even started to get a few contractions here and there. In fact, Michael and I decided yesterday evening to take a walk to the little fishing lake down the street from our house and on the way back realized that lots of walking can trigger going into labor. I had a few strong contractions, but nothing serious and they started to subside. I followed the rule (the one I learned in class thank you very much!) that if your under 38 weeks if you get more than 4 or 5 contractions in a one hour time period to go to the hospital, well I only had about 3 in a one hour time period and then a couple more a few hours later and then they stopped altogether, so I was good. I have this sinking suspicion, and I've said it from day one, that I think he may come earlier than his due date, so we'll see if that happens or not. All I care about is making to my baby shower this weekend without going into labor, after that, I'll be ok if he comes anytime after that. We have another Doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll see what the doc has to say. Michael says she looks like the witch from the Wizard of Oz, so every time we go he graces me with the musical theme from the Wizard of Oz and says, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too...." Although hilarious, it makes it really hard to look her in the eyes without laughing when she comes in the room.
Well, I better get back to masking my baseboards in Noah's nursery. We decided to tackle the painting project this weekend and.... well... it didn't come out as we had planned. All we managed to do was primer the walls, and somehow, in the process all the masking tape I had on my baseboards had peeled it's way off, so now I have to re mask all the baseboards, so Michael can come home tonight and paint at least one of the walls. I am not really sure how it's going to look, but Michael assured me if it came out really shitty, he would bribe his cousin Eddie, who is a painter in Huntington Beach, with a few cases of beer to come up and redo the room. So I'm hoping for the best! I swear, men just can't seem to understand the importance of a good nursery. Michael keeps saying that Noah isn't going to have a clue what his nursery looks like when he comes home and that he'll be spending most of his time in our room, which of course he is correct, but still..... I just won't feel complete and ready for Noah's arrival until I know my Lake Marsh Green and Bay Bronze Beige painted walls look perfect equipped with little safari animals adorning the room. It's just a female thing I tell you! Men just don't get it!
Last week as we were leaving class though, I really had an overwhelming feeling that "D" Day (AKA Delivery Day) is a lot closer than I thought. Hell, I haven't even packed my bag yet! Granted I have made a beautiful list of what I'm going to pack, once I start packing, however, if I go into labor tomorrow, I may just be heading to the hospital without my Bob Marley CD's and Cucumber Melon Body Lotion and favorite body pillow to ease my labor stresses. I guess instead of writing about it on Blogger, I could be packing it, but of course that would be to easy right? Everything has been going well with my pregnancy, and I've even started to get a few contractions here and there. In fact, Michael and I decided yesterday evening to take a walk to the little fishing lake down the street from our house and on the way back realized that lots of walking can trigger going into labor. I had a few strong contractions, but nothing serious and they started to subside. I followed the rule (the one I learned in class thank you very much!) that if your under 38 weeks if you get more than 4 or 5 contractions in a one hour time period to go to the hospital, well I only had about 3 in a one hour time period and then a couple more a few hours later and then they stopped altogether, so I was good. I have this sinking suspicion, and I've said it from day one, that I think he may come earlier than his due date, so we'll see if that happens or not. All I care about is making to my baby shower this weekend without going into labor, after that, I'll be ok if he comes anytime after that. We have another Doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll see what the doc has to say. Michael says she looks like the witch from the Wizard of Oz, so every time we go he graces me with the musical theme from the Wizard of Oz and says, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too...." Although hilarious, it makes it really hard to look her in the eyes without laughing when she comes in the room.
Well, I better get back to masking my baseboards in Noah's nursery. We decided to tackle the painting project this weekend and.... well... it didn't come out as we had planned. All we managed to do was primer the walls, and somehow, in the process all the masking tape I had on my baseboards had peeled it's way off, so now I have to re mask all the baseboards, so Michael can come home tonight and paint at least one of the walls. I am not really sure how it's going to look, but Michael assured me if it came out really shitty, he would bribe his cousin Eddie, who is a painter in Huntington Beach, with a few cases of beer to come up and redo the room. So I'm hoping for the best! I swear, men just can't seem to understand the importance of a good nursery. Michael keeps saying that Noah isn't going to have a clue what his nursery looks like when he comes home and that he'll be spending most of his time in our room, which of course he is correct, but still..... I just won't feel complete and ready for Noah's arrival until I know my Lake Marsh Green and Bay Bronze Beige painted walls look perfect equipped with little safari animals adorning the room. It's just a female thing I tell you! Men just don't get it!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Welcome to the neighborhood!
Well I can let out a huge sigh of relief as Michael and I are FINALLY *mostly* settled in our new home. Now, when I say "mostly" it means that there are a few loose ends that need to be settled before we can "officially" be settled in... one of those being, Noah's nursery! But, we can't really get the nursery together until we get our baby furniture, and I won't be getting that until my baby shower in a week and a half, so for now, Noah's room sits untouched until then. To be honest with you it's driving me crazy though! I keep walking in there every day and get one more genius idea about what I want to do, but lack the ability. Last night I told Michael that I was going to go to Lowes this week and buy some primer for the walls and pick out the paint and buy all the painting stuff so I can have that done before the shower... however, my overprotective husband informed me that I was to not take that project on by myself... damn! For the record, how pissed do you think he'd be with me if he came home from work one night this week to find I had painted the nursery by myself??? Hmmmm.... I am really debating on doing it, just for shits and giggles to test him to see if he really would be pissed off at me, and earlier this morning I actually had my car keys in hand and was ready to head off to Lowes.... however, I decided to not test the wrath of my husband who is obviously looking out for the best interest of his wife who is a few days short of being 35 weeks pregnant. So for now, Noah's nursery painting project is on hold(at least until I can scam somebody into coming up and helping me then he would have no excuse to be mad at me.... LOL)
Moving was so hectic! When I moved from my parents house to San Clemente, it was hectic, but really not that bad, I was moved in and enjoying a cocktail on my patio looking at the ocean in two days. When I moved from San Clemente to Loma Linda, that was a breeze! Again, I was moved in and was enjoying a cocktail on my patio in 2 days. Moving from Loma Linda to Llano..... not so much of a breeze, especially when your 8 months pregnant! Our house closed escrow on the 24th of April, however, we did not know our house was going to close escrow on the 24th until the 23rd at 5pm! Aside from the fact that Michael was in Sacramento and not scheduled to be home until the 25th around 1pm, but I was not even close to being packed! A few weeks previous I had boxed up our DVDs and a few misc. things in our office, but that was it, my entire house needed to be boxed up and ready to move that weekend! So of course, like the mad woman I am, I went into crazy mode and hauled ass home that night to start my packing process. I spent the evening packing and the entire next day and night packing and the entire morning, before Michael came home packing. Of course all the while cursing my husband for not being home and wondering why he hadn't hired a UHaul truck for when he got back so we could move all in one shot. I was on the verge of going nuts! I thought for sure that when Michael got home that Saturday afternoon, he'd find me rocking myself back and forth in the fetal position, foaming at the mouth and cradling the new Glock 45 handgun he bought me while singing "It's a Small World Afterall" in the middle of a boxed covered living room floor. I am not kidding you! In fact, I am greatly surprised that everybody came out of this moving situation alive because the insane pregnant lady was *this* close to snapping!
So Michael gets home Saturday afternoon and totally redeems himself by picking up a moving truck... THANK GOD!! Then my parents and brother and Alex came over and we loaded everything from our townhouse into the truck and headed to our new house. We got everything unloaded into the house by 7pm. However, we find that our main water service to the house was broken and we didn't have any water. Lucky enough my dad's a plumber! So he gave it a quick fix, just for the night so Michael and I could shower, and then he was going to come up the next day to make a permanent fix for us. So I take a nice hot shower, throw up my dinner because I am so overwhelmed with the stress of the past few days, and then pass out. The next morning Michael headed out to go get everything from his storage unit. I figured what a perfect time to sleep in and rest before my mom and dad got back up here so we could start unboxing.... well... that was a nice idea until the loud chimes of my doorbell wake me up.......
Standing at my front door is the President of the water board, the post-man(who was off-duty of course and looking like he was ready to go play a round of golf) and a man from the water department. Apparently our "quick fix" on our water meter so we could shower the night before, didn't exactly hold and we had a lake running down our street. So I had to explain to these men, that Yes, I was the owner of this home, no, I was NOT a squatter and that I didn't fragrantly turn the water on, and Yes a plumber would be up in a few hours to make the permanent repair. Now the community we live in, called Crystalaire, is comprised mostly of people in their early to mid 40's up to their 80's, as this is a golf course community, so the people that live here are mostly well-established or retired. Everybody knows everybody here. So here these men are, looking at me standing at my front door with my PJ's on, pregnant and in my mid-20's wondering what in the hell I was doing living here. So of course the bared of questioning came as to why I decided to move here, if I had family here and where I came from before. I could see the look of concern on their faces when I said I came from the good ol' 909 and I could see the envisionments in their eyes that the white trash has moved to the neighborhood and Iam sure they are waiting for the first car to go up on jackstands in our front yard and for all the fat bald beer drinking, wife beater wearing friends of my husbands to come up and reek havoc on their beautiful golf course...... There goes the neighborhood the I.E. has moved in!!!
After my nosey neighbors left, I figured I'd just as well get started unpacking. Shortly after my mom showed up and started putting my kitchen away while my dad fixed our broken water main. I was hoping that I could get everything unboxed, but once Michael got back from his storage unit, it became very clear to me that that was not going to happen. This man has EVERYTHING and when I saw everything, I mean it. He has at least 5 different dressers, and coffee tables and end-tables, not to mention the million and one boxes of unknown treasures! We were able to get the kitchen and the bathrooms put together and arrange some furniture in the family room and formal living room, and that was it. The house was still covered in boxes and the end of packing was nowhere near in site. I seriously thought it'd take us a month to get some sort of normalcy going. Although Michael was going to take the next couple days off, we had so much to do, that we couldn't spend that time unpacking. We had to finish cleaning his drumset out of the garage at the old house, clean the old house, do the final walk thru, attend a doctor's appointment and childbirth classes as well as find the time to buy a new fridge and tv for our living room and pick up our washer and dryer. But thankfully my wonderful miricle worker grandma came up here and spent two days with me and we got the entire house put together! Pictures on the walls, nick-nacks on tables... everything to make a house a home. We left Michael's boxes in the garage and we'll go through those one at a time to decide what we're going to keep and what we're going to give away. We also left Michael's office alone so that he could put that together the way he wanted to. But for the most part our house is now a home, with the exception of a few minor details. So I can now rest a little easier at the thought of that.
Meanwhile, the real estate agent had still not taken down our "For Sale" sign which prompted us to get a visit from the "local law enforcement"..... Officer "Nosey- Triple A with a Gun and a Badge" (AKA California Highway Patrol) pulls up in front of our house one morning and saunters his way up to the front of the house. Now, I am not really sure what the hell he was doing off his ticket patrol on Highway 138, but apparently according to Mr. Chip On His Shoulder, he patrols our area "alot". It was very apparent that this guy really thought he was the Sheriff of Mayberry and was ready to right the wrongs on this little Country Club Community. I am sure if I ever had a stolen golf cart or my senior citizen neighbors got a little too wild at there weekly bridge game that this would be the man I would call to serve and protect me. So he starts giving us the line of questioning, asking if we were the owners and if we owned the house, how come the For Sale sign was still up in the front yard. He also scanned to see Michael's big truck and our 5th wheel trailer, all which are registered to one of Michael's businesses in Nevada for obviously cheaper reasons, and asks if we were moving in from Nevada...... freakin nosy jackass. He claimed that he drove up to our house last week and saw a sliding glass door from our patio to the side of the house open, with some wires hanging down and now he drives up here again and sees our truck in the driveway. So we explained to Officer Bad-ass that in the process of buying a home, that all sorts of inspectors are up here to make sure everything is good with the house and sometimes they don't take enough care to close doors and windows, and that the wires that were hanging down belonged to the Direct TV Satellite Dish that had been disconnected on the roof. We also assured him that we were the legal owners of this home and that since we only closed escrow a few days ago, the real estate agency hadn't gotten around to taking our sign down yet. After he left Michael and I started thinking that this guy was probably not on patrol up here, but probably more interested in buying the house or he may have been the other person interested in making an offer, so he probably drove by frequently to see what was going on. Funny thing is, it's been a week since the "concerned officer" paid us a visit, and I haven't seen him drive by here once. For somebody who patrols the area "alot" I sure haven't seen the likes of him around here! So needless to say I got on the phone with the real estate agent and told them to get that sign down ASAP before the SWAT team invaded us. I swear... something about moving to a small community..... I think everybody has walked their dog and driven their golf cart up past our house at least 50 times in an effort to see who the new neighbors are.... I was thinking of doing something really hillbilly and crass like hang a big confederate flag out in the front yard and blow up one of those inflatable pools and sit in it and wave at everybody when they go by.... but I haven't quite executed that plan yet. Maybe once I get everything moved in then I'll move on to tormenting my neighbors..... Hell yeah... the 909 has moved to the Country Club! Shhhhhiiiiitttttt howdy!
Moving was so hectic! When I moved from my parents house to San Clemente, it was hectic, but really not that bad, I was moved in and enjoying a cocktail on my patio looking at the ocean in two days. When I moved from San Clemente to Loma Linda, that was a breeze! Again, I was moved in and was enjoying a cocktail on my patio in 2 days. Moving from Loma Linda to Llano..... not so much of a breeze, especially when your 8 months pregnant! Our house closed escrow on the 24th of April, however, we did not know our house was going to close escrow on the 24th until the 23rd at 5pm! Aside from the fact that Michael was in Sacramento and not scheduled to be home until the 25th around 1pm, but I was not even close to being packed! A few weeks previous I had boxed up our DVDs and a few misc. things in our office, but that was it, my entire house needed to be boxed up and ready to move that weekend! So of course, like the mad woman I am, I went into crazy mode and hauled ass home that night to start my packing process. I spent the evening packing and the entire next day and night packing and the entire morning, before Michael came home packing. Of course all the while cursing my husband for not being home and wondering why he hadn't hired a UHaul truck for when he got back so we could move all in one shot. I was on the verge of going nuts! I thought for sure that when Michael got home that Saturday afternoon, he'd find me rocking myself back and forth in the fetal position, foaming at the mouth and cradling the new Glock 45 handgun he bought me while singing "It's a Small World Afterall" in the middle of a boxed covered living room floor. I am not kidding you! In fact, I am greatly surprised that everybody came out of this moving situation alive because the insane pregnant lady was *this* close to snapping!
So Michael gets home Saturday afternoon and totally redeems himself by picking up a moving truck... THANK GOD!! Then my parents and brother and Alex came over and we loaded everything from our townhouse into the truck and headed to our new house. We got everything unloaded into the house by 7pm. However, we find that our main water service to the house was broken and we didn't have any water. Lucky enough my dad's a plumber! So he gave it a quick fix, just for the night so Michael and I could shower, and then he was going to come up the next day to make a permanent fix for us. So I take a nice hot shower, throw up my dinner because I am so overwhelmed with the stress of the past few days, and then pass out. The next morning Michael headed out to go get everything from his storage unit. I figured what a perfect time to sleep in and rest before my mom and dad got back up here so we could start unboxing.... well... that was a nice idea until the loud chimes of my doorbell wake me up.......
Standing at my front door is the President of the water board, the post-man(who was off-duty of course and looking like he was ready to go play a round of golf) and a man from the water department. Apparently our "quick fix" on our water meter so we could shower the night before, didn't exactly hold and we had a lake running down our street. So I had to explain to these men, that Yes, I was the owner of this home, no, I was NOT a squatter and that I didn't fragrantly turn the water on, and Yes a plumber would be up in a few hours to make the permanent repair. Now the community we live in, called Crystalaire, is comprised mostly of people in their early to mid 40's up to their 80's, as this is a golf course community, so the people that live here are mostly well-established or retired. Everybody knows everybody here. So here these men are, looking at me standing at my front door with my PJ's on, pregnant and in my mid-20's wondering what in the hell I was doing living here. So of course the bared of questioning came as to why I decided to move here, if I had family here and where I came from before. I could see the look of concern on their faces when I said I came from the good ol' 909 and I could see the envisionments in their eyes that the white trash has moved to the neighborhood and Iam sure they are waiting for the first car to go up on jackstands in our front yard and for all the fat bald beer drinking, wife beater wearing friends of my husbands to come up and reek havoc on their beautiful golf course...... There goes the neighborhood the I.E. has moved in!!!
After my nosey neighbors left, I figured I'd just as well get started unpacking. Shortly after my mom showed up and started putting my kitchen away while my dad fixed our broken water main. I was hoping that I could get everything unboxed, but once Michael got back from his storage unit, it became very clear to me that that was not going to happen. This man has EVERYTHING and when I saw everything, I mean it. He has at least 5 different dressers, and coffee tables and end-tables, not to mention the million and one boxes of unknown treasures! We were able to get the kitchen and the bathrooms put together and arrange some furniture in the family room and formal living room, and that was it. The house was still covered in boxes and the end of packing was nowhere near in site. I seriously thought it'd take us a month to get some sort of normalcy going. Although Michael was going to take the next couple days off, we had so much to do, that we couldn't spend that time unpacking. We had to finish cleaning his drumset out of the garage at the old house, clean the old house, do the final walk thru, attend a doctor's appointment and childbirth classes as well as find the time to buy a new fridge and tv for our living room and pick up our washer and dryer. But thankfully my wonderful miricle worker grandma came up here and spent two days with me and we got the entire house put together! Pictures on the walls, nick-nacks on tables... everything to make a house a home. We left Michael's boxes in the garage and we'll go through those one at a time to decide what we're going to keep and what we're going to give away. We also left Michael's office alone so that he could put that together the way he wanted to. But for the most part our house is now a home, with the exception of a few minor details. So I can now rest a little easier at the thought of that.
Meanwhile, the real estate agent had still not taken down our "For Sale" sign which prompted us to get a visit from the "local law enforcement"..... Officer "Nosey- Triple A with a Gun and a Badge" (AKA California Highway Patrol) pulls up in front of our house one morning and saunters his way up to the front of the house. Now, I am not really sure what the hell he was doing off his ticket patrol on Highway 138, but apparently according to Mr. Chip On His Shoulder, he patrols our area "alot". It was very apparent that this guy really thought he was the Sheriff of Mayberry and was ready to right the wrongs on this little Country Club Community. I am sure if I ever had a stolen golf cart or my senior citizen neighbors got a little too wild at there weekly bridge game that this would be the man I would call to serve and protect me. So he starts giving us the line of questioning, asking if we were the owners and if we owned the house, how come the For Sale sign was still up in the front yard. He also scanned to see Michael's big truck and our 5th wheel trailer, all which are registered to one of Michael's businesses in Nevada for obviously cheaper reasons, and asks if we were moving in from Nevada...... freakin nosy jackass. He claimed that he drove up to our house last week and saw a sliding glass door from our patio to the side of the house open, with some wires hanging down and now he drives up here again and sees our truck in the driveway. So we explained to Officer Bad-ass that in the process of buying a home, that all sorts of inspectors are up here to make sure everything is good with the house and sometimes they don't take enough care to close doors and windows, and that the wires that were hanging down belonged to the Direct TV Satellite Dish that had been disconnected on the roof. We also assured him that we were the legal owners of this home and that since we only closed escrow a few days ago, the real estate agency hadn't gotten around to taking our sign down yet. After he left Michael and I started thinking that this guy was probably not on patrol up here, but probably more interested in buying the house or he may have been the other person interested in making an offer, so he probably drove by frequently to see what was going on. Funny thing is, it's been a week since the "concerned officer" paid us a visit, and I haven't seen him drive by here once. For somebody who patrols the area "alot" I sure haven't seen the likes of him around here! So needless to say I got on the phone with the real estate agent and told them to get that sign down ASAP before the SWAT team invaded us. I swear... something about moving to a small community..... I think everybody has walked their dog and driven their golf cart up past our house at least 50 times in an effort to see who the new neighbors are.... I was thinking of doing something really hillbilly and crass like hang a big confederate flag out in the front yard and blow up one of those inflatable pools and sit in it and wave at everybody when they go by.... but I haven't quite executed that plan yet. Maybe once I get everything moved in then I'll move on to tormenting my neighbors..... Hell yeah... the 909 has moved to the Country Club! Shhhhhiiiiitttttt howdy!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Getting ready for life to change.
So I am officially 8 months pregnant! Wow.... I can't even believe have fast the time has gone by. I guess maybe because Michael and I always have so much going on or because I've had a very easy pregnancy, but it seems like the past 32 weeks have just flown by. Which I suppose is a good thing because I've heard from so many other women that their pregnancy just drug on, but in the same token, it feels like it's going too fast and I am starting to panic that I am not prepared!
Our childbirth education class started last Monday and let me tell you, I definitely started to feel that overwhelmed feeling shortly after. Believe it or not, Michael and I were the oldest couple in there, (yes... I was the oldest mom there) and out of all 6 couples, Michael and I were only 1 of 3 couples where the father was present, the others had mom's, sisters or friends as the coaches. It was a three hour class and it actually was very informative and very eye-opening. All I could think about was, "should I be taking notes like in college?" I seriously felt like that, because I am so deathly afraid of forgetting something important and choking on delivery day. It's kind of sobering to think that in 8 weeks or even less, I'm going to be going through childbirth.... holy shit..... I don't know if I am ready for this yet.... ::gulp::
Michael and I's house is *supposed* to close escrow this Friday, but we're still waiting from some final minor things from the escrow company, but we're stilling keeping our fingers crossed for this Friday. You'd think I'd be packing already, but since we don't have an answer on if it'll be this Friday or not, rather then sit amongst boxes I am waiting to get the final say so. Of course our house closing escrow comes at the most stressful time, it never fails right? With Michael scheduled to have business trips these next two weeks and it being is birthday next Thursday, everything is up in the air until we get a final answer on when our house closes escrow. Personally, I think it won't close till next week, but I am really hoping it closes this Friday instead, at least giving us a week to vacate our current home, as opposed to rushing to vacate it in one day... so we'll see!
Ahhhh! All I want to do is get moved in and get the babies nursery complete, maybe then I'll feel a little more at ease and this whole unprepared feeling will finally go away..... I keep saying though.... watch him come early. See I have this feeling, and hopefully I'm wrong, but I keep thinking Noah is going to grace us with his presence earlier than expected. David's girlfriend Alex is betting that he's going to come around the last week of May.... so we'll see. When we had our 4D ultrasound they told me that my belly is pretty small and he looks awfully cramped in there, so that within itself got me a little freaked out that he'll force his way out of there sooner, or that my Doctor will tell me I need a C-Section, so we'll see as the next few weeks progress. But for now, I am just trying to focus on the day to day in an effort to NOT stress myself out! So tonight... back to childbirth education where we will be going over the ENTIRE birthing process..... YIKES!
Our childbirth education class started last Monday and let me tell you, I definitely started to feel that overwhelmed feeling shortly after. Believe it or not, Michael and I were the oldest couple in there, (yes... I was the oldest mom there) and out of all 6 couples, Michael and I were only 1 of 3 couples where the father was present, the others had mom's, sisters or friends as the coaches. It was a three hour class and it actually was very informative and very eye-opening. All I could think about was, "should I be taking notes like in college?" I seriously felt like that, because I am so deathly afraid of forgetting something important and choking on delivery day. It's kind of sobering to think that in 8 weeks or even less, I'm going to be going through childbirth.... holy shit..... I don't know if I am ready for this yet.... ::gulp::
Michael and I's house is *supposed* to close escrow this Friday, but we're still waiting from some final minor things from the escrow company, but we're stilling keeping our fingers crossed for this Friday. You'd think I'd be packing already, but since we don't have an answer on if it'll be this Friday or not, rather then sit amongst boxes I am waiting to get the final say so. Of course our house closing escrow comes at the most stressful time, it never fails right? With Michael scheduled to have business trips these next two weeks and it being is birthday next Thursday, everything is up in the air until we get a final answer on when our house closes escrow. Personally, I think it won't close till next week, but I am really hoping it closes this Friday instead, at least giving us a week to vacate our current home, as opposed to rushing to vacate it in one day... so we'll see!
Ahhhh! All I want to do is get moved in and get the babies nursery complete, maybe then I'll feel a little more at ease and this whole unprepared feeling will finally go away..... I keep saying though.... watch him come early. See I have this feeling, and hopefully I'm wrong, but I keep thinking Noah is going to grace us with his presence earlier than expected. David's girlfriend Alex is betting that he's going to come around the last week of May.... so we'll see. When we had our 4D ultrasound they told me that my belly is pretty small and he looks awfully cramped in there, so that within itself got me a little freaked out that he'll force his way out of there sooner, or that my Doctor will tell me I need a C-Section, so we'll see as the next few weeks progress. But for now, I am just trying to focus on the day to day in an effort to NOT stress myself out! So tonight... back to childbirth education where we will be going over the ENTIRE birthing process..... YIKES!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Talk about alot of catching up to do... but what else is new with me?
Well.... it's been a bit since my last blog.... although it totally hasn't been my fault this time... REALLY!! I've actually had the time to blog about the updates in my life, however, just have lacked the ability..... sooooo totally not my fault! The only real long term access I've had to the internet over the past few weeks has been my Blackberry, just to check emails and things here and there, and since Michael has been here and gone alot on business these past few weeks and takes the laptop with him, and I am now unemployed, I've been cut off from the world! Ok.... maybe not that dramatic or anything, but still... I haven't had the good ol' internet at the drop of a hat these days... so thanks to Michael leaving his laptop at home today for me, I've been able to accomplish the important things I've been missing out on.... Ya know... checking up on blogs, and looking at pictures on Myspace... ya know... life therneanting stuff like that. Wait... I did manage to pay my cable bill this morning... so that within itself was productive, because lord knows since I am now unemployed, that if I miss paying my cable bill and have it stuff off... I may miss one of the old school episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 on the Soap Net that I have grown accustomed to watching daily and reliving the 90's. LOL
Ok, so on to my updates. Obviously, in a previous blog, I had talked about our Palm Springs office closing on April 1st, so... I have now joined the millions of people in this Country that are unemployed. A few days a week though, for a few hours, I have been going into the Riverside office to do a few things here and there that have to do with the closing of our Palm Springs office, but unfortunately, that work is starting to become less and less for me, because all the loose ends are starting to get all tied up. Let me tell you... I am really having a hard time with not working. I have never, in all my life, not woken up in the morning and had a "purpose". Whether it was full time school or full time work for both of them, I have never had the opportunity to wake up and go "hmmmm... what should I do today?" It's a really strange feeling for me. I know that Michael and I had already decided that once the baby came I was going to stay home with him, but that's different. At least I knew that when I wasn't working then, I had a responsibility to take care of our son, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be sitting on the coach munching on bonbons and watching Days of Our Lives, because taking care of a child and a household is a full time job for sure. But now, I've got 2 months before Noah gets here. Everybody keeps saying... "Enjoy this time and get some rest because you'll appreciate it in a few months when your not sleeping"..... and I know that's the truth... but goodness gracious when my little mental alarm goes off at 7am telling me to wake the hell up and do something productive it drives me crazy!!!!!
On my last blog I talked about Michael and I making an offer on a house, and since then, the bank accepted our offer and our new home went into escrow, which is set to close and have us move in *hopefully* on the 24th of April..... yes.... I know... 11 days from now! Hopefully everything goes through with it by then, especially since we're supposed to be out of our townhouse no later than May 2nd!!! We went for our home inspection last Sunday, and everything was amazing in that house. There were, of course, a few minors things that need attention. One of the two water heaters is in need of being replaced, and there is a tiny leak under one of the dual sinks in the master bathroom, and the filters need to be replaced in both of the air conditioning units.... big deal. However, the seller didn't have the propane tank filled prior to our home inspection so there was no way to test the heat or the range or the hot water... so we have to wait for the seller to fill up the propane tank and have those modalities inspected before FHA will accept the loan... so we're hoping that won't delay our escrow process any further. Also, the seller is supposed to cover the septic tank inspection as well as the termite inspection, and as far as I know of, that has yet to be done yet as well.... so we'll see if come May 2nd, Michael and I are living out of our 5th wheel trailer in the backyard at my parents house. I guess as opposed to blogging, I could be getting our house boxed up, but to be honest with you, I already used up all the boxes Michael brought home for me, and it didn't actually pack much of anything in those boxes either. I think most of those boxes were DVD's and a few misc. things from my downstairs coat closet and from the desk in the spare bedroom.... and those few things filled up 5 boxes already!!!! I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting process. Moving into a 3500 square foot home is supposed to be easy coming from an 1,100 square foot town home.... but you also have to factor in the 4 bedroom house that Michael has packed up in a storage unit in Lancaster..... and the fact that all of the shit I accumulated in the 2 years and 3 months I have lived in my current home(along with a husband and his belongings and all sorts of wedding gifts to boot) I imange this isn't going to be a pretty picture come moving day... especially when one of the parties moving is 8 months pregnant! It's times like these when a nice strong drink are in order.
On the baby front, everything is going great! I've been really lucky to have such an easy pregnancy so far, but I am starting to really feel pregnant now. Last week, with Michael out of town again, I decided that I was going to clean the house, top to bottom in an effort to pass my free time. Well... I made it through the entire downstairs and dusted the bedroom, and cleaned the two upstairs toilets, but somehow or another, my poor body would just not allow me to finish vacuuming the upstairs and finish cleaning the two upstairs bathrooms. I was done! My back was so sore and I felt like I was 90 years old. The easiest tasks, such as bending down to pick something up, I am really starting to feel. But, considering I am 31 weeks pregnant, that could very well be expected. I haven't quite hit the almighty "20 pound weight gain" mark just yet... but I am teetering very close to it! Some days I am 17 pounds and others I am 19 pounds... but either way.... I haven't reached that point yet!!!!
The reality that I have a newborn on the way.... VERY VERY SOON.. is finally starting to hit me alot more now. Michael and I had one of those 4D ultrasounds done about a week and a half about and it was truly amazing. Of course, and you can defiantly tell this kid is going to be stubborn as hell, just like both of his parents, because he decided he was going to sleep instead of be awake during the ultrasound. Now, since I could first start to feel Noah around 5 months, he has not stopped moving the entire time! I swear to you that kid is boxing the inside of my uterus like a punching bag 24/7, but the day that he's going to be on camera.... nooooooo.... he decides it's nap time! Both Michael and I tried talking to him to get him to move his little hands that we're covering his face, and all he managed to do was move his hands from in front of his face, to his ears, as to cover them and tell us, "Shut the hell up... I am sleeping!" After a few more minutes of poking at him and talking, he finally started to wake up and move around, in fact, at one point, he crossed his arms across his chest and started frowning and pouting.... obviously he was not pleased with the fact that we had disturbed his sleep..... I am sure I'll probably get a few months of payback on that one. When I am pacing back and forth at 4AM begging my child to go to sleep, he's going to be saying.... "Yeah mom, that's what you get for disturbing my sleep.... how does it feel??" All and all though, we got some amazing shots of him on the ultrasound and it really was a very emotional experience. You see the regular grainy ultrasound shots at your Doctor's appointments and your not sure if what your looking at is a head or a foot or a knee or what, and you feel that little body move inside of you all day, but you don't realize how real it is until you can look at your child, thanks to modern technology, and see exact distinctions of his little face and body. It really was very wonderful, and anybody who's pregnant, I highly suggest getting a 4D ultrasound done, because they are amazing and worth every penny.
Last week, Michael and I went on a tour of the maternity ward and hospital at St. Bernardines, where we will be having Noah. I actually have insurance through Kaiser, but Kaiser instructed me that they were in the process of remodeling their labor and delivery ward at the Fontana hospital and that they were referring all labor and delivery patients to St. B's instead. Which I was ok with because I had heard St. B's had private rooms and was a reputable hospital. The hospital puts on a free tour and dinner for prospective patients a couple times a month, so Michael and I went last Tuesday to check it out. Holy crap.... obviously there is something in the water because there were about 50 pregnant couples there taking the same tour. I told Michael it's because the economy is bad, and instead of people going out and doing stuff and spending money, they are just staying home and having sex! The tour was very nice. The hospital was very clean and the rooms were very nice and I really felt comfortable in that hospital. In fact, it was very strange discussing things like epidurals, and how many people are allowed in your room during your delivery, and seeing the bed where in 9 short weeks, I'll be delivering. It was another very real experience. I had to laugh because I have been one of those people that hasn't gotten into the whole "new age" of pregnancy or labor and delivery. I've taken care of myself just fine, and have read the books, and to be honest with you, have the shit they try to pump your head with is ridiculous. Eating organically, and hiring a mid-wife or a doulla to assist in your pregnancy and pain management. People are watching way too much of "The Baby Story" these days, that;s for sure. One woman, in our group, actually asked the nurse, "Excuse me... do you guys keep any birthing balls on hand?" and the nurse, who looks like she's been a nurse since the beginning of time said, "Honey, let me tell you, you are NOT going to feel liking bouncing around on a ball while your in labor and frankly, we're not going to allow you to, I know it's all nice and wonderful what you watch on the "Baby Story" but that just isn't a reality here". It was so funny! Seriously, the way I look at it, epidurals are done everyday to millions and millions of women and everything is fine for both the mother and baby. I would rather be comfortable, managing my pain, so that when my kid comes out, I am not so riddled with exhaustion and pain that I can't focus on the enjoyment of holding my son for the first time. I don't want to be bouncing on a ball or have some crazy woman sticking needles in my ankles or massaging my pressure points... no way... put me in my bed, stick me with my needle, and leave me alone to deliver my child with minimal pain. End of story. That's MY birth plan thank you very much! Tonight Michael and I start our Childbirth Education classes so I am pretty sure I am in for another dose of a reality check this evening. I can't believe that when these classes are done, I'll be 35 weeks pregnant... YIKES!!! That's crazy!!! He'll be here before I know it!!
Ok, so on to my updates. Obviously, in a previous blog, I had talked about our Palm Springs office closing on April 1st, so... I have now joined the millions of people in this Country that are unemployed. A few days a week though, for a few hours, I have been going into the Riverside office to do a few things here and there that have to do with the closing of our Palm Springs office, but unfortunately, that work is starting to become less and less for me, because all the loose ends are starting to get all tied up. Let me tell you... I am really having a hard time with not working. I have never, in all my life, not woken up in the morning and had a "purpose". Whether it was full time school or full time work for both of them, I have never had the opportunity to wake up and go "hmmmm... what should I do today?" It's a really strange feeling for me. I know that Michael and I had already decided that once the baby came I was going to stay home with him, but that's different. At least I knew that when I wasn't working then, I had a responsibility to take care of our son, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be sitting on the coach munching on bonbons and watching Days of Our Lives, because taking care of a child and a household is a full time job for sure. But now, I've got 2 months before Noah gets here. Everybody keeps saying... "Enjoy this time and get some rest because you'll appreciate it in a few months when your not sleeping"..... and I know that's the truth... but goodness gracious when my little mental alarm goes off at 7am telling me to wake the hell up and do something productive it drives me crazy!!!!!
On my last blog I talked about Michael and I making an offer on a house, and since then, the bank accepted our offer and our new home went into escrow, which is set to close and have us move in *hopefully* on the 24th of April..... yes.... I know... 11 days from now! Hopefully everything goes through with it by then, especially since we're supposed to be out of our townhouse no later than May 2nd!!! We went for our home inspection last Sunday, and everything was amazing in that house. There were, of course, a few minors things that need attention. One of the two water heaters is in need of being replaced, and there is a tiny leak under one of the dual sinks in the master bathroom, and the filters need to be replaced in both of the air conditioning units.... big deal. However, the seller didn't have the propane tank filled prior to our home inspection so there was no way to test the heat or the range or the hot water... so we have to wait for the seller to fill up the propane tank and have those modalities inspected before FHA will accept the loan... so we're hoping that won't delay our escrow process any further. Also, the seller is supposed to cover the septic tank inspection as well as the termite inspection, and as far as I know of, that has yet to be done yet as well.... so we'll see if come May 2nd, Michael and I are living out of our 5th wheel trailer in the backyard at my parents house. I guess as opposed to blogging, I could be getting our house boxed up, but to be honest with you, I already used up all the boxes Michael brought home for me, and it didn't actually pack much of anything in those boxes either. I think most of those boxes were DVD's and a few misc. things from my downstairs coat closet and from the desk in the spare bedroom.... and those few things filled up 5 boxes already!!!! I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting process. Moving into a 3500 square foot home is supposed to be easy coming from an 1,100 square foot town home.... but you also have to factor in the 4 bedroom house that Michael has packed up in a storage unit in Lancaster..... and the fact that all of the shit I accumulated in the 2 years and 3 months I have lived in my current home(along with a husband and his belongings and all sorts of wedding gifts to boot) I imange this isn't going to be a pretty picture come moving day... especially when one of the parties moving is 8 months pregnant! It's times like these when a nice strong drink are in order.
On the baby front, everything is going great! I've been really lucky to have such an easy pregnancy so far, but I am starting to really feel pregnant now. Last week, with Michael out of town again, I decided that I was going to clean the house, top to bottom in an effort to pass my free time. Well... I made it through the entire downstairs and dusted the bedroom, and cleaned the two upstairs toilets, but somehow or another, my poor body would just not allow me to finish vacuuming the upstairs and finish cleaning the two upstairs bathrooms. I was done! My back was so sore and I felt like I was 90 years old. The easiest tasks, such as bending down to pick something up, I am really starting to feel. But, considering I am 31 weeks pregnant, that could very well be expected. I haven't quite hit the almighty "20 pound weight gain" mark just yet... but I am teetering very close to it! Some days I am 17 pounds and others I am 19 pounds... but either way.... I haven't reached that point yet!!!!
The reality that I have a newborn on the way.... VERY VERY SOON.. is finally starting to hit me alot more now. Michael and I had one of those 4D ultrasounds done about a week and a half about and it was truly amazing. Of course, and you can defiantly tell this kid is going to be stubborn as hell, just like both of his parents, because he decided he was going to sleep instead of be awake during the ultrasound. Now, since I could first start to feel Noah around 5 months, he has not stopped moving the entire time! I swear to you that kid is boxing the inside of my uterus like a punching bag 24/7, but the day that he's going to be on camera.... nooooooo.... he decides it's nap time! Both Michael and I tried talking to him to get him to move his little hands that we're covering his face, and all he managed to do was move his hands from in front of his face, to his ears, as to cover them and tell us, "Shut the hell up... I am sleeping!" After a few more minutes of poking at him and talking, he finally started to wake up and move around, in fact, at one point, he crossed his arms across his chest and started frowning and pouting.... obviously he was not pleased with the fact that we had disturbed his sleep..... I am sure I'll probably get a few months of payback on that one. When I am pacing back and forth at 4AM begging my child to go to sleep, he's going to be saying.... "Yeah mom, that's what you get for disturbing my sleep.... how does it feel??" All and all though, we got some amazing shots of him on the ultrasound and it really was a very emotional experience. You see the regular grainy ultrasound shots at your Doctor's appointments and your not sure if what your looking at is a head or a foot or a knee or what, and you feel that little body move inside of you all day, but you don't realize how real it is until you can look at your child, thanks to modern technology, and see exact distinctions of his little face and body. It really was very wonderful, and anybody who's pregnant, I highly suggest getting a 4D ultrasound done, because they are amazing and worth every penny.
Last week, Michael and I went on a tour of the maternity ward and hospital at St. Bernardines, where we will be having Noah. I actually have insurance through Kaiser, but Kaiser instructed me that they were in the process of remodeling their labor and delivery ward at the Fontana hospital and that they were referring all labor and delivery patients to St. B's instead. Which I was ok with because I had heard St. B's had private rooms and was a reputable hospital. The hospital puts on a free tour and dinner for prospective patients a couple times a month, so Michael and I went last Tuesday to check it out. Holy crap.... obviously there is something in the water because there were about 50 pregnant couples there taking the same tour. I told Michael it's because the economy is bad, and instead of people going out and doing stuff and spending money, they are just staying home and having sex! The tour was very nice. The hospital was very clean and the rooms were very nice and I really felt comfortable in that hospital. In fact, it was very strange discussing things like epidurals, and how many people are allowed in your room during your delivery, and seeing the bed where in 9 short weeks, I'll be delivering. It was another very real experience. I had to laugh because I have been one of those people that hasn't gotten into the whole "new age" of pregnancy or labor and delivery. I've taken care of myself just fine, and have read the books, and to be honest with you, have the shit they try to pump your head with is ridiculous. Eating organically, and hiring a mid-wife or a doulla to assist in your pregnancy and pain management. People are watching way too much of "The Baby Story" these days, that;s for sure. One woman, in our group, actually asked the nurse, "Excuse me... do you guys keep any birthing balls on hand?" and the nurse, who looks like she's been a nurse since the beginning of time said, "Honey, let me tell you, you are NOT going to feel liking bouncing around on a ball while your in labor and frankly, we're not going to allow you to, I know it's all nice and wonderful what you watch on the "Baby Story" but that just isn't a reality here". It was so funny! Seriously, the way I look at it, epidurals are done everyday to millions and millions of women and everything is fine for both the mother and baby. I would rather be comfortable, managing my pain, so that when my kid comes out, I am not so riddled with exhaustion and pain that I can't focus on the enjoyment of holding my son for the first time. I don't want to be bouncing on a ball or have some crazy woman sticking needles in my ankles or massaging my pressure points... no way... put me in my bed, stick me with my needle, and leave me alone to deliver my child with minimal pain. End of story. That's MY birth plan thank you very much! Tonight Michael and I start our Childbirth Education classes so I am pretty sure I am in for another dose of a reality check this evening. I can't believe that when these classes are done, I'll be 35 weeks pregnant... YIKES!!! That's crazy!!! He'll be here before I know it!!
Monday, March 23, 2009
And the "great home debacle of 09" continues
So this weekend marks weekend number 4 of the "Great Home Debacle 09". I am starting to think maybe I should get T-shirts made up and sell them for extra cash, or maybe even contact one of those networks like HGTV or TLC and have them film this for some reality TV show, because I assure you this experience has been nothing short of something that needs to be documented for the entire world to see! Or maybe I just think that because it's happening to me, either way, this has been something that never fails to make me shake my head and wonder, "Is this normal?" This weekend, however, was probably the most disastrous and crazy and frustrating weekends of them all.
Last weekend we came across "The House" located in Phelan. It was everything Michael and I had wanted and more! So we were all set to make an offer, but took one last drive down that gnarly dirt road and decided that it would be too hard to move us, with a new baby, so far off a main road. So after much deliberation we decided not to make an offer and cancel our search in Phelan and Oak Hills, and move our search to.. ::gulp:: The Antelope Valley. Yes.. I know... I said I'd NEVER move there, but the houses up there, especially in Quartz Hill, are nice homes in nice neighborhoods and close to Michael's work, making it the logical decision for our new family. So I figured at least it was worth checking it out, considering it would be the most affordable for us. So we contacted an agent, who the girls in Michael's office had used many times, and gave her what we were looking for, and we were all planned to check these houses out on Sunday.
So after being at the racetrack all day Saturday, and not home till late, Michael and I get up early on Sunday, brave through the torrential rain storm and head up to meet our real estate agent at 11:00 AM in Lancaster. Now, our last agent, Tami, was totally great! She was really down to Earth, very positive, not pushy or salesie, just a great person to deal with. In fact, we would have kept her as our agent, but she can't access any MLS listings in the Antelope Valley and she doesn't know the area, so we had to go with another agent. We had heard that this new agent, which came recommended by almost all of Michael's co-workers, was really good, so we had no problem putting our trust in her. But let me tell you, once we met her, we had an entirely different opinion of her.... Or at least *I* did. First of all, she comes rolling into the parking lot in a Mercedes SUV, wearing a fur coat, and looking to be in her early 70's, and probably had a little bit of work done.... if you know what I mean. In fact, if any of you are fans of the show Two and A Half Men, she is EXACTLY like Evelyn Harper... you know.. Charlie and Allen's real estate agent mother... to a TEE! I was so used to the Ford truck and the jeans that our other real estate Tami used to show up in when she would show us some houses.... but whatever... I was going to listen and be open-minded. So we sit down and she hands me a folder... yes... a HUGE Remax folder filled with all these listings and of course equipped with two copies of her own personal Real Estate Magazine with her picture nice and huge on the front. I can't even look at the properties fast enough before she rips one listing out of my hand and throws another one in there. My head was literally spinning! All I wanted to do was eat my Marie Callender's Corn Bread and drink my Sprite quietly while looking over these properties, but NOOOOO... "Evelyn Harper" is tossing properties at me left and right all the while saying, "You know you really need to make your move on a house NOW, because we're running out of inventory... this isn't going to be a buyers market for much longer".... blah blah blah..... sales sales sales! I was already sick of the women and I had only spent a half hour with her... I could tell this was going to be a lovely day!
So she decides that she's going to drive us in her car, to the 6 properties that we were going to be seeing. Good God almighty, I wish, at that moment in time, that I had made out a will in advance. We're driving down the road, she's talking on her cell phone WHILE taking off her fur coat and scarf! I am not kidding you when I say I think we got close to hitting almost every single car on the road, not to mention I am sure we wore the brakes out on her little Mercedes SUV from all the slamming on them she did. And this broad has the audacity to say.... "Can you believe I got a ticket a few weeks ago for talking on the cell phone? I haven't had a ticket in years".... Please lady... I highly doubt that! I am surprised I didn't get car sick! Poor Michael is in the front seat being subjected to "Evelyn Harpers" scatterbrained ramblings while clutching the "Oh Shit" handle for dear life... and occasionally shouting out a "WATCH OUT" whenever she decided to flip an illegal U-Turn in the middle of a street without looking or when her car started to veer over the center line because she was so engrossed in her conversation about NOTHING that she forgot she was operating a motor vehicle! So we make it to the first house ALIVE, where I am tempted to get out and kiss the ground and call a friggin taxi cab, and the house was very nice. It was located in a nice neighborhood and it was well taken care of, all wood floors, very nice layout.... but offered at about $90,000 more than we wanted to really spend.... our wise and wonderful real estate agent instructed us that we could offer them about $30,000 less and *maybe* they would accept it, as the owners we're looking to move to Morro Bay, and she *thinks* they may have even found a house...... I don't know... as nice as it was, it still really wasn't worth spending the extra $60,000 OVER what we were really looking to spend... I know that the house didn't really speak to me.
So back in the death mobile we go to the rest of our houses, and again, we were EXTREMLY disappointed. Not only did she take us to houses which were well above the price we originally told her we were looking to spend, but they were all houses that would require TONS of work and located in a track where your right on top of your neighbors. Michael and I agreed that we wouldn't mind going over our initial price, if it was a house that was really worth it to us and it was something we knew we just couldn't live without.... these houses however weren't even CLOSE to cutting the mustard! So we go to see the last house of the day, already feeling like we've wasted our time. The last home is located in Llano, which is about 20 minutes away from the 15 freeway on the 138, in a rural area. It would be about 25 minutes away from Michael's work in Lancaster and about 45 minutes away from our current home in Loma Linda. The house was located in this little community called Crystalaire and let me tell you my jaw hit the floorboard of "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride" when I saw this area. It was BEAUTIFUL! Nice paved streets with streetlights, nice BIG homes where the lawns are taken care of and there are no cars up on jack-stands in the front yard, there's a private golf course and Country club located in the community that is equipped with a fishing lake, tennis courts and a swimming pool. All the houses were located on very large lots so you have neighbors, but your not on top of them. I was already really digging this already. I could picture myself walking Noah to the Country club in his stroller to go swimming in the summer time, and I was already planning how I'd learn to play some tennis, WITHOUT even seeing the house yet! So we pull up the the house, which is the last house on the street, and by far, the house with the very best view, out the back you had a beautiful view of the valley and out the front you had a beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains! This house was GORGEOUS, SPECTATULAR!!! A house that dreams are made of! It had a HUGE layout with lots of cabinets space, an AMAZING kitchen with oak cabinets, large bedrooms, an office... hell it even had it's own motorhome garage! We couldn't believe our eyes all I could think about was, "Hmmmm I wonder where I will be putting the coach".... Then... the kicker... it was $100,000 MORE than we were looking to spend! Ouch! Are you serious? Let me wipe my tears and head back to the death trap so I can die miserably in a head on collision driving down Highway 138.
Now, it's not like this house still wasn't a bargain, because it really was. This is the type of home that you could easily double your money on in 2 years once the market goes back up, no question about it. You know that this house is the best investment of it all because it's not something you have to repair or put money into, it's something that will naturally make it's way back up to the top of the market. I could tell Michael was really digging on this house too, so we told "Evelyn Harper" to take us back to the office, and we'd look at the payments and see if it was something we were willing to do at such a high amount over what we were looking to spend. We make it up to the real estate office in one piece, with the other real estate vultures. Our agent tells us, that the listing agent of the house said he has received several calls about that house, of people stating they were going to make an offer, but no offers on the table as of this point. So "Evelyn Harper" decides she's going to attempt to use the computer to show us what our down-payment would be and what our monthly payments would be... and when I say "attempted" she failed MISERABLY. All she managed to do was screw up everything in this system, and confuse the shit out of us, making us think that we'd be spending $12,000 out of pocket and have almost a $2,300 a month house payment. Michael and I kinda gave each other the whole, "Let's get the fuck out of here before she ties us up and forces us to make an offer" look and kindly told the real estate agent from hell that we needed to think about it. Of course at that point she told us to leave a $3,000 check "just in case" because there were 4 offers on that table on this house. Hmmmm that's funny... about 15 minutes ago she said there were NO offers.... Fancy footwork "Evelyn" but we're not biting!
So on the way home, and more frustrated than before, we started running over all the houses we saw and kind of decided that we needed to head our search back to Phelan and Pinion Hills, and Highland and North San Bernardino. We even contacted our old agent and told her to start looking at the house we almost made an offer on, on Smith Road, and another house we were contemplating on Windermere, as well as start looking for new properties for us to look at. Totally defeated and totally back to square one. Even on Monday, I started listing properties to get information on and sent them to Tami so we could head back out this weekend. Of course the entire day I kept getting barraded with emails from the crazy ass "Evelyn Harper" telling me how much of a great opportunity it was and that we didn't have to offer the asking price, we could offer lower, and it's worth a shot and blah blah blah. Well she then told us she had done her math wrong and the payments would be lower and so would the out of pocket expenses. Michael told her to offer a lowball price and insist that the seller cover our closing costs. Well.. again, our "GREAT" President announces on Monday his bank bailout plan, which includes that all bad debts, which include bank owned homes, will be paid off. So what bank in their right minds is going to take a low offer on a house, just to get rid of it, ESPECIALLY a house like this which is in perfect condition and can easily rebound from a poor housing market, when the government is just going to take care of it if it doesn't sell?? Well the broker of the house told our agent that it's not worth offering a price so low, because the lender won't even consider it. Gee.... Ya think???? So once again, a tiny glimmer of hope... shot to shit... then...
......Last night, while Michael is on the road in Northern California on business, (and in a foul mood as usual when he's out of town might I add.. but that's neither here nor there, I just thought I'd like to add the fact that I'm not really a fan of my husbands attitude when he's out of town on business because he takes all his stresses out on me...... but anyways... enough of my bitching about my cranky ass husband) he asks me(and actually at this point he hadn't yet reached his foul mood moment) which of the houses, out of all that I had seen that I liked the best. Well obviously I told him the house that was $100,000 out of our price range was my favorite, but know that that house just isn't a possibility for us. Well.. remember earlier how I told you we'd be willing to up our price if we found a house we couldn't live without.... well.... apparently we both found a house we couldn't live without! Apparently he talked to the guy who he has the home loan through and he said that, our insane real estate agent was wrong and that we're really only looking at $7,000 to $8,000 out of pocket and a $1,800 to $1,900 a month house payment... which is only about $200- $300 dollars more a month than we were looking to spend.. so we decided that we would be willing to spend the extra money a month and make an offer on the house. Yes, the house of our dreams! We're going to offer the asking price, but stipulate that we want $12,000 of closing costs covered as well as they have to pay for the septic and termite and roof inspection and we want a 30 day escrow. Michael and "Evelyn Harper" struck up that deal at about 12:30 this morning thru phone calls and emails( oh yeah.. and just to let you know... he had already reached his foul grumpy ass shitty pants attitude about 3 hours earlier.... just in case you were wondering when Dr. Jeckyl makes his evening appearances when Michael is away.. lol) and they were submitting the offer to the bank this morning. Soooooooooooo.... we shall keep our fingers crossed and see what they say..... who knows... if everything works out right, this nightmare may actually soon be over..... and then we can focus on the second nightmare... MOVING!!!! UGH! LOL
So.... think about us tonight and hope that the bank accepts our offer on the house so that my husband has one less thing to stress about and that he isn't such a cranky puss when he's away on business. Grrrrrrrr........ If women are cranky they are "overemotional" and "bitches".... if men are cranky they are just "overwhelmed" and have an "excuse"... Explain to me how that works??? Seriously.... I'd like to know..... Anyways... enough of my ramblings... here's hoping we get the house and that my husband isn't a complete turd tonight!!
Last weekend we came across "The House" located in Phelan. It was everything Michael and I had wanted and more! So we were all set to make an offer, but took one last drive down that gnarly dirt road and decided that it would be too hard to move us, with a new baby, so far off a main road. So after much deliberation we decided not to make an offer and cancel our search in Phelan and Oak Hills, and move our search to.. ::gulp:: The Antelope Valley. Yes.. I know... I said I'd NEVER move there, but the houses up there, especially in Quartz Hill, are nice homes in nice neighborhoods and close to Michael's work, making it the logical decision for our new family. So I figured at least it was worth checking it out, considering it would be the most affordable for us. So we contacted an agent, who the girls in Michael's office had used many times, and gave her what we were looking for, and we were all planned to check these houses out on Sunday.
So after being at the racetrack all day Saturday, and not home till late, Michael and I get up early on Sunday, brave through the torrential rain storm and head up to meet our real estate agent at 11:00 AM in Lancaster. Now, our last agent, Tami, was totally great! She was really down to Earth, very positive, not pushy or salesie, just a great person to deal with. In fact, we would have kept her as our agent, but she can't access any MLS listings in the Antelope Valley and she doesn't know the area, so we had to go with another agent. We had heard that this new agent, which came recommended by almost all of Michael's co-workers, was really good, so we had no problem putting our trust in her. But let me tell you, once we met her, we had an entirely different opinion of her.... Or at least *I* did. First of all, she comes rolling into the parking lot in a Mercedes SUV, wearing a fur coat, and looking to be in her early 70's, and probably had a little bit of work done.... if you know what I mean. In fact, if any of you are fans of the show Two and A Half Men, she is EXACTLY like Evelyn Harper... you know.. Charlie and Allen's real estate agent mother... to a TEE! I was so used to the Ford truck and the jeans that our other real estate Tami used to show up in when she would show us some houses.... but whatever... I was going to listen and be open-minded. So we sit down and she hands me a folder... yes... a HUGE Remax folder filled with all these listings and of course equipped with two copies of her own personal Real Estate Magazine with her picture nice and huge on the front. I can't even look at the properties fast enough before she rips one listing out of my hand and throws another one in there. My head was literally spinning! All I wanted to do was eat my Marie Callender's Corn Bread and drink my Sprite quietly while looking over these properties, but NOOOOO... "Evelyn Harper" is tossing properties at me left and right all the while saying, "You know you really need to make your move on a house NOW, because we're running out of inventory... this isn't going to be a buyers market for much longer".... blah blah blah..... sales sales sales! I was already sick of the women and I had only spent a half hour with her... I could tell this was going to be a lovely day!
So she decides that she's going to drive us in her car, to the 6 properties that we were going to be seeing. Good God almighty, I wish, at that moment in time, that I had made out a will in advance. We're driving down the road, she's talking on her cell phone WHILE taking off her fur coat and scarf! I am not kidding you when I say I think we got close to hitting almost every single car on the road, not to mention I am sure we wore the brakes out on her little Mercedes SUV from all the slamming on them she did. And this broad has the audacity to say.... "Can you believe I got a ticket a few weeks ago for talking on the cell phone? I haven't had a ticket in years".... Please lady... I highly doubt that! I am surprised I didn't get car sick! Poor Michael is in the front seat being subjected to "Evelyn Harpers" scatterbrained ramblings while clutching the "Oh Shit" handle for dear life... and occasionally shouting out a "WATCH OUT" whenever she decided to flip an illegal U-Turn in the middle of a street without looking or when her car started to veer over the center line because she was so engrossed in her conversation about NOTHING that she forgot she was operating a motor vehicle! So we make it to the first house ALIVE, where I am tempted to get out and kiss the ground and call a friggin taxi cab, and the house was very nice. It was located in a nice neighborhood and it was well taken care of, all wood floors, very nice layout.... but offered at about $90,000 more than we wanted to really spend.... our wise and wonderful real estate agent instructed us that we could offer them about $30,000 less and *maybe* they would accept it, as the owners we're looking to move to Morro Bay, and she *thinks* they may have even found a house...... I don't know... as nice as it was, it still really wasn't worth spending the extra $60,000 OVER what we were really looking to spend... I know that the house didn't really speak to me.
So back in the death mobile we go to the rest of our houses, and again, we were EXTREMLY disappointed. Not only did she take us to houses which were well above the price we originally told her we were looking to spend, but they were all houses that would require TONS of work and located in a track where your right on top of your neighbors. Michael and I agreed that we wouldn't mind going over our initial price, if it was a house that was really worth it to us and it was something we knew we just couldn't live without.... these houses however weren't even CLOSE to cutting the mustard! So we go to see the last house of the day, already feeling like we've wasted our time. The last home is located in Llano, which is about 20 minutes away from the 15 freeway on the 138, in a rural area. It would be about 25 minutes away from Michael's work in Lancaster and about 45 minutes away from our current home in Loma Linda. The house was located in this little community called Crystalaire and let me tell you my jaw hit the floorboard of "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride" when I saw this area. It was BEAUTIFUL! Nice paved streets with streetlights, nice BIG homes where the lawns are taken care of and there are no cars up on jack-stands in the front yard, there's a private golf course and Country club located in the community that is equipped with a fishing lake, tennis courts and a swimming pool. All the houses were located on very large lots so you have neighbors, but your not on top of them. I was already really digging this already. I could picture myself walking Noah to the Country club in his stroller to go swimming in the summer time, and I was already planning how I'd learn to play some tennis, WITHOUT even seeing the house yet! So we pull up the the house, which is the last house on the street, and by far, the house with the very best view, out the back you had a beautiful view of the valley and out the front you had a beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains! This house was GORGEOUS, SPECTATULAR!!! A house that dreams are made of! It had a HUGE layout with lots of cabinets space, an AMAZING kitchen with oak cabinets, large bedrooms, an office... hell it even had it's own motorhome garage! We couldn't believe our eyes all I could think about was, "Hmmmm I wonder where I will be putting the coach".... Then... the kicker... it was $100,000 MORE than we were looking to spend! Ouch! Are you serious? Let me wipe my tears and head back to the death trap so I can die miserably in a head on collision driving down Highway 138.
Now, it's not like this house still wasn't a bargain, because it really was. This is the type of home that you could easily double your money on in 2 years once the market goes back up, no question about it. You know that this house is the best investment of it all because it's not something you have to repair or put money into, it's something that will naturally make it's way back up to the top of the market. I could tell Michael was really digging on this house too, so we told "Evelyn Harper" to take us back to the office, and we'd look at the payments and see if it was something we were willing to do at such a high amount over what we were looking to spend. We make it up to the real estate office in one piece, with the other real estate vultures. Our agent tells us, that the listing agent of the house said he has received several calls about that house, of people stating they were going to make an offer, but no offers on the table as of this point. So "Evelyn Harper" decides she's going to attempt to use the computer to show us what our down-payment would be and what our monthly payments would be... and when I say "attempted" she failed MISERABLY. All she managed to do was screw up everything in this system, and confuse the shit out of us, making us think that we'd be spending $12,000 out of pocket and have almost a $2,300 a month house payment. Michael and I kinda gave each other the whole, "Let's get the fuck out of here before she ties us up and forces us to make an offer" look and kindly told the real estate agent from hell that we needed to think about it. Of course at that point she told us to leave a $3,000 check "just in case" because there were 4 offers on that table on this house. Hmmmm that's funny... about 15 minutes ago she said there were NO offers.... Fancy footwork "Evelyn" but we're not biting!
So on the way home, and more frustrated than before, we started running over all the houses we saw and kind of decided that we needed to head our search back to Phelan and Pinion Hills, and Highland and North San Bernardino. We even contacted our old agent and told her to start looking at the house we almost made an offer on, on Smith Road, and another house we were contemplating on Windermere, as well as start looking for new properties for us to look at. Totally defeated and totally back to square one. Even on Monday, I started listing properties to get information on and sent them to Tami so we could head back out this weekend. Of course the entire day I kept getting barraded with emails from the crazy ass "Evelyn Harper" telling me how much of a great opportunity it was and that we didn't have to offer the asking price, we could offer lower, and it's worth a shot and blah blah blah. Well she then told us she had done her math wrong and the payments would be lower and so would the out of pocket expenses. Michael told her to offer a lowball price and insist that the seller cover our closing costs. Well.. again, our "GREAT" President announces on Monday his bank bailout plan, which includes that all bad debts, which include bank owned homes, will be paid off. So what bank in their right minds is going to take a low offer on a house, just to get rid of it, ESPECIALLY a house like this which is in perfect condition and can easily rebound from a poor housing market, when the government is just going to take care of it if it doesn't sell?? Well the broker of the house told our agent that it's not worth offering a price so low, because the lender won't even consider it. Gee.... Ya think???? So once again, a tiny glimmer of hope... shot to shit... then...
......Last night, while Michael is on the road in Northern California on business, (and in a foul mood as usual when he's out of town might I add.. but that's neither here nor there, I just thought I'd like to add the fact that I'm not really a fan of my husbands attitude when he's out of town on business because he takes all his stresses out on me...... but anyways... enough of my bitching about my cranky ass husband) he asks me(and actually at this point he hadn't yet reached his foul mood moment) which of the houses, out of all that I had seen that I liked the best. Well obviously I told him the house that was $100,000 out of our price range was my favorite, but know that that house just isn't a possibility for us. Well.. remember earlier how I told you we'd be willing to up our price if we found a house we couldn't live without.... well.... apparently we both found a house we couldn't live without! Apparently he talked to the guy who he has the home loan through and he said that, our insane real estate agent was wrong and that we're really only looking at $7,000 to $8,000 out of pocket and a $1,800 to $1,900 a month house payment... which is only about $200- $300 dollars more a month than we were looking to spend.. so we decided that we would be willing to spend the extra money a month and make an offer on the house. Yes, the house of our dreams! We're going to offer the asking price, but stipulate that we want $12,000 of closing costs covered as well as they have to pay for the septic and termite and roof inspection and we want a 30 day escrow. Michael and "Evelyn Harper" struck up that deal at about 12:30 this morning thru phone calls and emails( oh yeah.. and just to let you know... he had already reached his foul grumpy ass shitty pants attitude about 3 hours earlier.... just in case you were wondering when Dr. Jeckyl makes his evening appearances when Michael is away.. lol) and they were submitting the offer to the bank this morning. Soooooooooooo.... we shall keep our fingers crossed and see what they say..... who knows... if everything works out right, this nightmare may actually soon be over..... and then we can focus on the second nightmare... MOVING!!!! UGH! LOL
So.... think about us tonight and hope that the bank accepts our offer on the house so that my husband has one less thing to stress about and that he isn't such a cranky puss when he's away on business. Grrrrrrrr........ If women are cranky they are "overemotional" and "bitches".... if men are cranky they are just "overwhelmed" and have an "excuse"... Explain to me how that works??? Seriously.... I'd like to know..... Anyways... enough of my ramblings... here's hoping we get the house and that my husband isn't a complete turd tonight!!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Officially a Married Woman! (And with no major disasters!)
Well... it's official! Stefanie Ross is now a married woman... I am now Stefanie Medlin! YIKES!! LOL Everybody has been asking me if I feel any different now that I am married, and to be honest with you... I really don't! LOL. It's been 4 days into my marriage, and it feels just the same... except now I am trying to figure out all the particulars of being married and changing my name and so forth. We also got some money from our parents as wedding gifts, but it's still sitting in their nice little envelopes on account that we don't have joint checking accounts yet and aren't really sure how to go about that! LOL Ohhh well... we'll figure it all out I guess!
Our wedding went out with out one tiny disaster, which to be honest with you, totally and utterly shocked me! The weather forecast was calling for rain, all weekend long in Santa Barbara, and I am not kidding you, in the days leading up to our wedding, I think I looked at every single weather website in existence, trying to find a forecast that gave me hope. Every hour on the hour I scanned the weather channels expecting to find a drastic change in the weather for Saturday's ceremony. In fact, we even had a canopy on stand by, just in case it rained.(Ok.. granted that Canopy was blue with a gigantic Lucas Oil logo on the front... but still.. I am sure with the modern video and photo editing effects, we could have edited it out if we needed to!) But alas, and to our great surprise, Saturday was a BEAUTIFUL, clear and wind-less day, leaving our wedding ceremony to turn out nothing short of spectacular!
When we decided on our wedding date, about 5 weeks ago, my dad had said that he wanted to become an ordained minister so that he could marry us. I thought that was the coolest thing. So he did it. He became ordained through the Universal Life Church and got his little wedding ceremony package in the mail, and worked hard on practicing for the ceremony. He did really well too. Until the end of course when he said, "I know pronounce you husband and wife"... he got really choked up and started to cry. It really was a beautiful and special ceremony though with a lot of love in the air. Although, I have to laugh because our ceremony was on Butterfly Beach, in Santa Barbara, so it's a public beach, so random people were kind of standing off to the side watching our ceremony quietly and at one point, when Michael and I were doing the Unity Sand Ceremony, a big fluffy dog that looked like a mix between a poodle and a doberman decided he was going to make an entrance into our wedding and kind of walked in the middle of the ceremony to check stuff out. LOL.. but it was pretty funny to say the least.
So one thing that was apparent on my wedding day was the fact that I was almost 6 months pregnant... yes... just as I had thought... I totally popped a few days before the wedding. In fact, my girlfriend Lauren who saw me just the weekend earlier at my Bridal Shower, was the one who pointed it out to me. "Holy crap Stef... your belly totally popped in a weeks time... you didn't look that pregnant a week ago!" LMAO! So... unfortunately the time in which I bought, by not-looking pregnant is finally gone... at 6 months pregnant I now look pregnant. (Of course my face and arms and back make me look like a chubbo... so I don't think I've got that cute pregnant thing going on) I swear... why is it the first place I gain weight is in my face and arms and back?? I am 6 months pregnant... 24 weeks... and weight wise I've only put on 13 lbs (well 13 lbs in the morning when I weigh myself and 15 lbs at the end of the day when I weigh myself.. LOL) but I feel like I've put on so much more.... or maybe I feel like I am gaining it unevenly or something... hell.. I don't know... all I know is that I haven't put on too much weight numbers wise and I am still wearing my same jeans... but I feel like my face and arms have gotten the brunt of those 13-15lbs!! Gosh... I can only fear what I am going to look like in the next one or two months.... wow! I am not looking forward to that.. let me tell you!
So the house hunt is still going in full swing, but Michael has kind of eased the pressure of moving up to Pinion Hills, and Oak Hills and Hesperia, and kind of kept his focus a little closer to my family. Although he hasn't completely ruled that area out all together, only because you can get some beautiful custom homes and brand new homes on up to 2 to 3 acres up there, for next to nothing(particularly because there is nothing really out there) but because Michael travels so much for work, and we've got a baby coming in June, I think he's starting to realize that it might be in our best interest to stay closer to where I can get some help from my family and friends, when he's out of town, as opposed to being by myself, in the middle of nowhereville, with an infant and a shot gun. However, the houses in Yucaipa, and Reche Canyon and Grand Terrace (all places where we can find a house that isn't on top of another house and allows us the room for our 5th Wheel) still haven't really come down in price as much as we'd like, so it's been kind of a frustrating task. Although, yesterday, we did find a house in Reche Canyon, off of Scotch Lane, which is about a half a mile from my parents house, which is a bank owned home, that has really come down in price. The house is on an acre and the outside looks nice... (circular driveway and such) however, upon looking through the windows... oh lordy.... it's going to take some major elbow grease and work to get that house in a livable state! I think there is a possibility that a family of rabbits and/or rats has taken up residency somewhere in the house and it looks like the kitchen is in desperate need of some new cabinets, because they look like they have been around since the birth of Christ, not to mention the people ripped out the baseboards before they vacated the house, so the paint and drywall definitely needs some TLC. But... it definitely has potential that's for sure... it's just going to take alot of work. So Michael and I are thinking about meeting with the realtor and making a lower offer than what they are asking, since the house has been on the market since September 2nd of 08 and I think they may just want to get rid of it. See... the realtor, when I talked to her on the phone seemed VERY anxious which means one of two things... either she's struggling to feed her family and just one tiny home sale would really make her year or there is something seriously wrong with the house that we don't know about and she's trying to rid herself of the burden of having the house on the market. So who knows... we're going to have to investigate a little more and see what's going on. Hopefully there isn't dead bodies buried in the back behind the tangerine trees or is infected with a killer mold within it's walls.. so a little more investigation is needed. Although, when Michael was looking at the house, some nosy neighbor came out and informed him that the house next door to it, was getting ready to go back on the market, and it was a much nicer house. Apparently it was purchased in July of 2007 and completely remodeled and well taken care of and it just now went into foreclosure. However, it's so new to going into foreclosure that both Michael and I can't find any info on the house yet. This house is in a lot better condition than the other, but who's to say what they will be asking for it.. so we'll have to do a little bit more research on that one.
So that's the scoop for now. Michael is out of town for the next three nights on business in Northern California, so I am kinda bummed about that. It's funny... I don't look forward to him leaving town, I really miss him when he's gone! But he's flying home on the first flight Saturday morning, so I'll get to see him then. Maybe while he's gone it's give me a chance to get started on making that scrapbook I have so anxiously been talking about doing, but keep putting off... Naaahhh... I think I've got laundry to do instead... that and I've got a bunch of Rock of Love episodes on my DVR that I've yet to watch! LOL
Our wedding went out with out one tiny disaster, which to be honest with you, totally and utterly shocked me! The weather forecast was calling for rain, all weekend long in Santa Barbara, and I am not kidding you, in the days leading up to our wedding, I think I looked at every single weather website in existence, trying to find a forecast that gave me hope. Every hour on the hour I scanned the weather channels expecting to find a drastic change in the weather for Saturday's ceremony. In fact, we even had a canopy on stand by, just in case it rained.(Ok.. granted that Canopy was blue with a gigantic Lucas Oil logo on the front... but still.. I am sure with the modern video and photo editing effects, we could have edited it out if we needed to!) But alas, and to our great surprise, Saturday was a BEAUTIFUL, clear and wind-less day, leaving our wedding ceremony to turn out nothing short of spectacular!
When we decided on our wedding date, about 5 weeks ago, my dad had said that he wanted to become an ordained minister so that he could marry us. I thought that was the coolest thing. So he did it. He became ordained through the Universal Life Church and got his little wedding ceremony package in the mail, and worked hard on practicing for the ceremony. He did really well too. Until the end of course when he said, "I know pronounce you husband and wife"... he got really choked up and started to cry. It really was a beautiful and special ceremony though with a lot of love in the air. Although, I have to laugh because our ceremony was on Butterfly Beach, in Santa Barbara, so it's a public beach, so random people were kind of standing off to the side watching our ceremony quietly and at one point, when Michael and I were doing the Unity Sand Ceremony, a big fluffy dog that looked like a mix between a poodle and a doberman decided he was going to make an entrance into our wedding and kind of walked in the middle of the ceremony to check stuff out. LOL.. but it was pretty funny to say the least.
So one thing that was apparent on my wedding day was the fact that I was almost 6 months pregnant... yes... just as I had thought... I totally popped a few days before the wedding. In fact, my girlfriend Lauren who saw me just the weekend earlier at my Bridal Shower, was the one who pointed it out to me. "Holy crap Stef... your belly totally popped in a weeks time... you didn't look that pregnant a week ago!" LMAO! So... unfortunately the time in which I bought, by not-looking pregnant is finally gone... at 6 months pregnant I now look pregnant. (Of course my face and arms and back make me look like a chubbo... so I don't think I've got that cute pregnant thing going on) I swear... why is it the first place I gain weight is in my face and arms and back?? I am 6 months pregnant... 24 weeks... and weight wise I've only put on 13 lbs (well 13 lbs in the morning when I weigh myself and 15 lbs at the end of the day when I weigh myself.. LOL) but I feel like I've put on so much more.... or maybe I feel like I am gaining it unevenly or something... hell.. I don't know... all I know is that I haven't put on too much weight numbers wise and I am still wearing my same jeans... but I feel like my face and arms have gotten the brunt of those 13-15lbs!! Gosh... I can only fear what I am going to look like in the next one or two months.... wow! I am not looking forward to that.. let me tell you!
So the house hunt is still going in full swing, but Michael has kind of eased the pressure of moving up to Pinion Hills, and Oak Hills and Hesperia, and kind of kept his focus a little closer to my family. Although he hasn't completely ruled that area out all together, only because you can get some beautiful custom homes and brand new homes on up to 2 to 3 acres up there, for next to nothing(particularly because there is nothing really out there) but because Michael travels so much for work, and we've got a baby coming in June, I think he's starting to realize that it might be in our best interest to stay closer to where I can get some help from my family and friends, when he's out of town, as opposed to being by myself, in the middle of nowhereville, with an infant and a shot gun. However, the houses in Yucaipa, and Reche Canyon and Grand Terrace (all places where we can find a house that isn't on top of another house and allows us the room for our 5th Wheel) still haven't really come down in price as much as we'd like, so it's been kind of a frustrating task. Although, yesterday, we did find a house in Reche Canyon, off of Scotch Lane, which is about a half a mile from my parents house, which is a bank owned home, that has really come down in price. The house is on an acre and the outside looks nice... (circular driveway and such) however, upon looking through the windows... oh lordy.... it's going to take some major elbow grease and work to get that house in a livable state! I think there is a possibility that a family of rabbits and/or rats has taken up residency somewhere in the house and it looks like the kitchen is in desperate need of some new cabinets, because they look like they have been around since the birth of Christ, not to mention the people ripped out the baseboards before they vacated the house, so the paint and drywall definitely needs some TLC. But... it definitely has potential that's for sure... it's just going to take alot of work. So Michael and I are thinking about meeting with the realtor and making a lower offer than what they are asking, since the house has been on the market since September 2nd of 08 and I think they may just want to get rid of it. See... the realtor, when I talked to her on the phone seemed VERY anxious which means one of two things... either she's struggling to feed her family and just one tiny home sale would really make her year or there is something seriously wrong with the house that we don't know about and she's trying to rid herself of the burden of having the house on the market. So who knows... we're going to have to investigate a little more and see what's going on. Hopefully there isn't dead bodies buried in the back behind the tangerine trees or is infected with a killer mold within it's walls.. so a little more investigation is needed. Although, when Michael was looking at the house, some nosy neighbor came out and informed him that the house next door to it, was getting ready to go back on the market, and it was a much nicer house. Apparently it was purchased in July of 2007 and completely remodeled and well taken care of and it just now went into foreclosure. However, it's so new to going into foreclosure that both Michael and I can't find any info on the house yet. This house is in a lot better condition than the other, but who's to say what they will be asking for it.. so we'll have to do a little bit more research on that one.
So that's the scoop for now. Michael is out of town for the next three nights on business in Northern California, so I am kinda bummed about that. It's funny... I don't look forward to him leaving town, I really miss him when he's gone! But he's flying home on the first flight Saturday morning, so I'll get to see him then. Maybe while he's gone it's give me a chance to get started on making that scrapbook I have so anxiously been talking about doing, but keep putting off... Naaahhh... I think I've got laundry to do instead... that and I've got a bunch of Rock of Love episodes on my DVR that I've yet to watch! LOL
Monday, February 2, 2009
Baby boys, rain outs, weddings, showers and everything else in between.
I am starting to notice a pattern here, I am a "once a month blogger". Oh well... it works right? Either way, one month later than my last blog and ooodles and oodles of information to share to the world! Hey... maybe when I become a stay at home mom, I'll have the time to post more often... Ha! Yeah right! Fat chance at that, I know... but either way..... here I am with lots to share.
First and most importantly, my pregnancy is going amazing! I still haven't had one spout of morning sickness, my hormones are starting to not rage AS much, so my skin is starting to clear up and actually get that "glow" that everybody boasts about, that I personally thought was a load of shit, and I haven't put on alot of extra weight(although I am sure that'll change come month 6) I am now 21 weeks pregnant and can't believe how fast the time has gone so far. We had our 18 week ultrasound a few weeks back, and found out we're having a baby boy! We're both really excited about having a son and I have visions of him throwing touchdown passes at the Super Bowl some day (NO racecar drivers if I can help it, I want my kid to have a NORMAL life!) But it's funny, Michael seems to be more concerned now that we're having a boy. He's afraid, because of his age, that he won't be able to teach our son to play football or baseball or do any of the other things dad's do with their sons. He's deathly afraid of embarrassing our son, if his friends ask him, "Hey is that your grandpa?" I definitely understand why he would feel this way and I keep telling him that he's not ancient at 42 years old and that even at 42, he definitely doesn't act 42, so I think he'll be just fine when it comes time to start teaching our boy how to be a boy. It's hard to remember sometimes, that men have just as many fears about becoming a parent as women do, so we do really well at supporting one another to overcome the normal fears of bringing our first child into the world.
At the same appointment for my Ultrasound, they gave me a blood test to check and see if there was any risk of my baby having any sort of birth defects, so that was definitely a little unnerving, because you always assume your baby is healthy. We went back two weeks later for my 20 week appointment and everything was looking great with the baby and with me. I've gained 13 pounds in 20 weeks, so I am right on track where I need to be weight wise, and my blood pressure was perfectly normal and healthy. Everything looked great with the baby's ultrasound and my due date is targeted between June 13th and June 14th. The blood work also came back negative that the baby had any risks for birth defects, so we definitely breathed a sigh of relief over that one. We finally decided on a name for our son, and we decided to name him Noah James. So now, we've got a name everything its starting to feel more real. I am finally starting to show now, but still not as much as I had hoped I'd be showing. I still think I look like I've just become a chubby ass and not a woman growing a child, but everybody else seems to disagree. Although, It's probably wise NOT to upset the hormonal pregnant woman by telling her she looks like she's a cow... MOO!
Another exciting part of being 5 months pregnant, is now I can feel him move and let me tell you... he moves ALOT. I swear that kid must have so much damn energy! He's always kicking and nudging me all day long. I love it though! It's so amazing to feel my son move, I can't even describe it. It's so funny, at night, Michael and I have become accustomed to when we lay down to go to bed at night, Michael lays his head on my belly and starts talking to the baby and feeling the little movements. Well since the baby is getting bigger, so are his movements and the other night, he lets outs this huge kick and nails Michael right in the face! We were laughing so hard! It's so funny how much enjoyment two people can get from laying in bed a feeling their kid kick, these are the exciting things we do these days... LOL.
Another exciting piece of news, I have to share is Michael and I decided to get married on Valentines Day... And we decided this about... ohhh.. a month ago. LOL. Actually we planned a very small intimate ceremony to take place at Sunset on Butterfly Beach in Santa Barbara with about 25 of our closest family and friends. We plan on having a HUGE reception in August, after the baby is born, to celebrate with everybody we know, but until then, we opted for something small and easy. Actually the entire thing has been very simple and alot of fun to plan. I've pretty much planned everything down to the tee, and doing so on a strict budget, and it's still going to come out looking beautiful. I've really had alot of fun planning everything and I am really getting excited for the finished product. The only issues I've run into with my wedding is other people. No, not family, not wedding planners, not photographers.... but friends who haven't exactly been there like I had thought they would be, or friends who aren't supporting our decision to get married with such a small ceremony and taking their absence personal and putting guilt upon me.... It's really been an eye-opening experience I can tell you that much. In fact, I had a few people offer to throw me a bridal shower, when the news of our Valentines Day wedding became official. Everybody talked about it, but nobody made it happen, in fact, up until last Sunday, I had just assumed I wouldn't be having a bridal shower, only because nobody had mentioned anything to me about planning one, so I just figured it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't until my mom and brother stepped up to the plate (Yes.. my 19 year old BROTHER) that they started to put the last minute plans into motion, so that I could have a bridal shower, the weekend before my wedding. So it kinda sucks to see that the people you thought you could depend on the most, totally flake out on you. But that's the reality of it all, some things are alot more important I guess, either way it opens my eyes alot as to who I can really count on for support as I begin this new journey in my life. I mean this isn't high school or college anymore! I am getting ready to walk down the isle and become a wife and shortly after I'll be giving birth and becoming a mom! That changes EVERYTHING! This is the big leagues now! I've got alot to worry about and that doesn't include which bar I am going to hit up for drinks this night or that night. I've got to grow up, ready or not, as I am now responsible for another human life, and that is just another journey I'll be taking in my life.
So another big event that took place... or strike that... was SUPPOSED to take place, on January 23rd, was the Toyota All Star Showdown at Irwindale Speedway. *For my non-racer friends.... long story short.. it's supposed to be the Daytona 500 of short track racing and if you don't know what the Daytona 500 is... I sure as hell can't help you there* Anyways, 100's of cars from across the country showed up to race with the best of the best, live on the Speed Channel, and we were blessed with rain! It was, by far, the longest most miserable weekend of my LIFE! It was supposed to be a good time and it was anything but. Michael and I decided, since we were supposed to be there all day Thursday and all day Friday that we'd just bring our 5th wheel and camp in the parking lot. My parents even decided to rent a motorhome so they could do that too, because being at the racetrack for 2 full days takes ALOT out of you, that even that one hour drive home is way too long. There were also a few other friends of ours who decided to campout too. So we're thinking a great weekend of racing, camping with our friends.. what can be better?!? Ummm apparently repeatedly stabbing yourself in the eye with sharp objects would have been a trip to effin Disneyland compared to what we went through.
It's not raining on Thursday night, so that works out ok, everybody is able to get parked and get a few laps of practice down and back to the campers without any moisture. However, Friday morning rolls around(mind you the day we're supposed to qualify and race) and the skys open up and it rains.... and it rains and it rains and it RAINS... ALL friggin day long. Everybody is wet, cold and exhausted and nobody at Nascar is calling a spade a spade and just calling the races off.. because live TV is involved (and there is another set of live TV races scheduled for Saturday) they were going to do everything it took to get our races on. So we sit around all day, up until about 7pm Friday night, when they finally say, "we're not racing tonight.. but don't go anywhere yet because the rain is supposed to subside in a few hours and we *MIGHT* practice and qualify tonight for tomorrows race. Meanwhile, my mom, who got tired of sitting around in the rain, decided to head back to the motorhome to stay warm. I get a call from her on my cell phone telling me that a man and a woman had walked into Michael and I's trailer... I instantly panicked! I went to Michael to tell him this and come to find out, one of his crew members(who is very immature and disrespectful) had decided to take some skanky ass girl back to another crew members motor home, parked by us, to do obviously more than share a soda and a hot dog and chat about lilies and daisies and the meaning of life. Apparently, (which I still stand by my story that I think this is bullshit... but whatever) they decided to check out our trailer and put her purse in there. I was livid... BEYOND livid! Talk about an invasion of privacy... and I don't want to be a hormonal judgmental bitch or anything, but I knew the skanky woman he brought back to our trailer and she is the appitemy of a dirty filthy whore. I truly believe that just her presence alone could cause you to break out in a case of gonorrhea or herpes. Needless to say, furious was not the word to describe how I felt about this situation. SO of course, Michael and I got into a fight over it, because I was "blowing the situation out of proportion" and said the only thing his friend was guilty of was not telling us he was going to walk into our trailer and that how dare I scold his friend. So what... Maybe I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion. Maybe if I hadn't been exhausted and sitting in the rain for 14 hours I might have been a little more receptive to the situation... or maybe had I not had such a profound dislike for the piece of trash that accompanied him into our trailer, I might not have blown such a gasket.... oh well... who's to say what would have happened, all that I know was that I was heated to the max over it all (in fact... I find as I am writing this my toes are starting to curl... which is an indication I get when I am really pissed off... so apparently the situation is STILL under my skin!!!) UGH! Blame it on my hormones or something.. yeah that's it. :-)
So along with the trailer fiasco Friday night, lack of sleep, more rain on Saturday and the fact that Nascar put our race LAST and only gave us 30 minutes for 53 cars to run 150 laps (which didn't work out too well, we only got 12 laps in) they called the race and said it was time to go home, and in fact, they were going to honor the finishing order of the 12 lap race (4 of those laps were the only green flag laps we had, the rest were under caution!) And considering it was a $10,000 purse, nobody thought it was fair that the declared winner, get to walk away with 10 grand for a measly 12 laps. So everybody at this point was pissed, filing protests, screaming at Nascar, threatening to sue.. it was a nightmare! On top of that, I, personally, had allowed myself to do entirely too much physical exertion over those long days at the racetrack, on limited sleep and limited food intake, so I was done. Every part of my body ached and I was ready to cry at the first person who looked at me wrong! When would this nightmare be over!!! So, unfortunately what was supposed to be an awesome weekend of racing turned into hell!! (Another reason why I am going to try to talk my kid out of racing and make him play football!!! LOL Although considering racing runs way too deep in his blood, between Michael and I, I have a feeling I might lose that battle!)
Well I suppose I've covered just about everything up till this point. Next time I write(because we all know I am a once a month-er) I'll be a married woman, so I am sure I'll have some interesting scoops to share about the wedding and all that jazz. Hopefully that'll go through with little no no hiccups! But of course... it wouldn't be me if there wasn't some sort of disaster happening... that's what makes my life so interesting right? LOL
First and most importantly, my pregnancy is going amazing! I still haven't had one spout of morning sickness, my hormones are starting to not rage AS much, so my skin is starting to clear up and actually get that "glow" that everybody boasts about, that I personally thought was a load of shit, and I haven't put on alot of extra weight(although I am sure that'll change come month 6) I am now 21 weeks pregnant and can't believe how fast the time has gone so far. We had our 18 week ultrasound a few weeks back, and found out we're having a baby boy! We're both really excited about having a son and I have visions of him throwing touchdown passes at the Super Bowl some day (NO racecar drivers if I can help it, I want my kid to have a NORMAL life!) But it's funny, Michael seems to be more concerned now that we're having a boy. He's afraid, because of his age, that he won't be able to teach our son to play football or baseball or do any of the other things dad's do with their sons. He's deathly afraid of embarrassing our son, if his friends ask him, "Hey is that your grandpa?" I definitely understand why he would feel this way and I keep telling him that he's not ancient at 42 years old and that even at 42, he definitely doesn't act 42, so I think he'll be just fine when it comes time to start teaching our boy how to be a boy. It's hard to remember sometimes, that men have just as many fears about becoming a parent as women do, so we do really well at supporting one another to overcome the normal fears of bringing our first child into the world.
At the same appointment for my Ultrasound, they gave me a blood test to check and see if there was any risk of my baby having any sort of birth defects, so that was definitely a little unnerving, because you always assume your baby is healthy. We went back two weeks later for my 20 week appointment and everything was looking great with the baby and with me. I've gained 13 pounds in 20 weeks, so I am right on track where I need to be weight wise, and my blood pressure was perfectly normal and healthy. Everything looked great with the baby's ultrasound and my due date is targeted between June 13th and June 14th. The blood work also came back negative that the baby had any risks for birth defects, so we definitely breathed a sigh of relief over that one. We finally decided on a name for our son, and we decided to name him Noah James. So now, we've got a name everything its starting to feel more real. I am finally starting to show now, but still not as much as I had hoped I'd be showing. I still think I look like I've just become a chubby ass and not a woman growing a child, but everybody else seems to disagree. Although, It's probably wise NOT to upset the hormonal pregnant woman by telling her she looks like she's a cow... MOO!
Another exciting part of being 5 months pregnant, is now I can feel him move and let me tell you... he moves ALOT. I swear that kid must have so much damn energy! He's always kicking and nudging me all day long. I love it though! It's so amazing to feel my son move, I can't even describe it. It's so funny, at night, Michael and I have become accustomed to when we lay down to go to bed at night, Michael lays his head on my belly and starts talking to the baby and feeling the little movements. Well since the baby is getting bigger, so are his movements and the other night, he lets outs this huge kick and nails Michael right in the face! We were laughing so hard! It's so funny how much enjoyment two people can get from laying in bed a feeling their kid kick, these are the exciting things we do these days... LOL.
Another exciting piece of news, I have to share is Michael and I decided to get married on Valentines Day... And we decided this about... ohhh.. a month ago. LOL. Actually we planned a very small intimate ceremony to take place at Sunset on Butterfly Beach in Santa Barbara with about 25 of our closest family and friends. We plan on having a HUGE reception in August, after the baby is born, to celebrate with everybody we know, but until then, we opted for something small and easy. Actually the entire thing has been very simple and alot of fun to plan. I've pretty much planned everything down to the tee, and doing so on a strict budget, and it's still going to come out looking beautiful. I've really had alot of fun planning everything and I am really getting excited for the finished product. The only issues I've run into with my wedding is other people. No, not family, not wedding planners, not photographers.... but friends who haven't exactly been there like I had thought they would be, or friends who aren't supporting our decision to get married with such a small ceremony and taking their absence personal and putting guilt upon me.... It's really been an eye-opening experience I can tell you that much. In fact, I had a few people offer to throw me a bridal shower, when the news of our Valentines Day wedding became official. Everybody talked about it, but nobody made it happen, in fact, up until last Sunday, I had just assumed I wouldn't be having a bridal shower, only because nobody had mentioned anything to me about planning one, so I just figured it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't until my mom and brother stepped up to the plate (Yes.. my 19 year old BROTHER) that they started to put the last minute plans into motion, so that I could have a bridal shower, the weekend before my wedding. So it kinda sucks to see that the people you thought you could depend on the most, totally flake out on you. But that's the reality of it all, some things are alot more important I guess, either way it opens my eyes alot as to who I can really count on for support as I begin this new journey in my life. I mean this isn't high school or college anymore! I am getting ready to walk down the isle and become a wife and shortly after I'll be giving birth and becoming a mom! That changes EVERYTHING! This is the big leagues now! I've got alot to worry about and that doesn't include which bar I am going to hit up for drinks this night or that night. I've got to grow up, ready or not, as I am now responsible for another human life, and that is just another journey I'll be taking in my life.
So another big event that took place... or strike that... was SUPPOSED to take place, on January 23rd, was the Toyota All Star Showdown at Irwindale Speedway. *For my non-racer friends.... long story short.. it's supposed to be the Daytona 500 of short track racing and if you don't know what the Daytona 500 is... I sure as hell can't help you there* Anyways, 100's of cars from across the country showed up to race with the best of the best, live on the Speed Channel, and we were blessed with rain! It was, by far, the longest most miserable weekend of my LIFE! It was supposed to be a good time and it was anything but. Michael and I decided, since we were supposed to be there all day Thursday and all day Friday that we'd just bring our 5th wheel and camp in the parking lot. My parents even decided to rent a motorhome so they could do that too, because being at the racetrack for 2 full days takes ALOT out of you, that even that one hour drive home is way too long. There were also a few other friends of ours who decided to campout too. So we're thinking a great weekend of racing, camping with our friends.. what can be better?!? Ummm apparently repeatedly stabbing yourself in the eye with sharp objects would have been a trip to effin Disneyland compared to what we went through.
It's not raining on Thursday night, so that works out ok, everybody is able to get parked and get a few laps of practice down and back to the campers without any moisture. However, Friday morning rolls around(mind you the day we're supposed to qualify and race) and the skys open up and it rains.... and it rains and it rains and it RAINS... ALL friggin day long. Everybody is wet, cold and exhausted and nobody at Nascar is calling a spade a spade and just calling the races off.. because live TV is involved (and there is another set of live TV races scheduled for Saturday) they were going to do everything it took to get our races on. So we sit around all day, up until about 7pm Friday night, when they finally say, "we're not racing tonight.. but don't go anywhere yet because the rain is supposed to subside in a few hours and we *MIGHT* practice and qualify tonight for tomorrows race. Meanwhile, my mom, who got tired of sitting around in the rain, decided to head back to the motorhome to stay warm. I get a call from her on my cell phone telling me that a man and a woman had walked into Michael and I's trailer... I instantly panicked! I went to Michael to tell him this and come to find out, one of his crew members(who is very immature and disrespectful) had decided to take some skanky ass girl back to another crew members motor home, parked by us, to do obviously more than share a soda and a hot dog and chat about lilies and daisies and the meaning of life. Apparently, (which I still stand by my story that I think this is bullshit... but whatever) they decided to check out our trailer and put her purse in there. I was livid... BEYOND livid! Talk about an invasion of privacy... and I don't want to be a hormonal judgmental bitch or anything, but I knew the skanky woman he brought back to our trailer and she is the appitemy of a dirty filthy whore. I truly believe that just her presence alone could cause you to break out in a case of gonorrhea or herpes. Needless to say, furious was not the word to describe how I felt about this situation. SO of course, Michael and I got into a fight over it, because I was "blowing the situation out of proportion" and said the only thing his friend was guilty of was not telling us he was going to walk into our trailer and that how dare I scold his friend. So what... Maybe I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion. Maybe if I hadn't been exhausted and sitting in the rain for 14 hours I might have been a little more receptive to the situation... or maybe had I not had such a profound dislike for the piece of trash that accompanied him into our trailer, I might not have blown such a gasket.... oh well... who's to say what would have happened, all that I know was that I was heated to the max over it all (in fact... I find as I am writing this my toes are starting to curl... which is an indication I get when I am really pissed off... so apparently the situation is STILL under my skin!!!) UGH! Blame it on my hormones or something.. yeah that's it. :-)
So along with the trailer fiasco Friday night, lack of sleep, more rain on Saturday and the fact that Nascar put our race LAST and only gave us 30 minutes for 53 cars to run 150 laps (which didn't work out too well, we only got 12 laps in) they called the race and said it was time to go home, and in fact, they were going to honor the finishing order of the 12 lap race (4 of those laps were the only green flag laps we had, the rest were under caution!) And considering it was a $10,000 purse, nobody thought it was fair that the declared winner, get to walk away with 10 grand for a measly 12 laps. So everybody at this point was pissed, filing protests, screaming at Nascar, threatening to sue.. it was a nightmare! On top of that, I, personally, had allowed myself to do entirely too much physical exertion over those long days at the racetrack, on limited sleep and limited food intake, so I was done. Every part of my body ached and I was ready to cry at the first person who looked at me wrong! When would this nightmare be over!!! So, unfortunately what was supposed to be an awesome weekend of racing turned into hell!! (Another reason why I am going to try to talk my kid out of racing and make him play football!!! LOL Although considering racing runs way too deep in his blood, between Michael and I, I have a feeling I might lose that battle!)
Well I suppose I've covered just about everything up till this point. Next time I write(because we all know I am a once a month-er) I'll be a married woman, so I am sure I'll have some interesting scoops to share about the wedding and all that jazz. Hopefully that'll go through with little no no hiccups! But of course... it wouldn't be me if there wasn't some sort of disaster happening... that's what makes my life so interesting right? LOL
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