Office Humor

I was waiting for a co-worker to fill up her water bottle before I could fill up my uber earth friendly styrofoam cup and I said "You know that is no longer smart water." She says "I know" then I said "I think it is now dumb water." She laughed.

And I thought...

And I thought I had a lot on my mind before keeping me up at night... sigh....

There is so much I'd like to say, but at this point it is impossible to have two cohesive thoughts that make any sense. So let me just show you how either poorly I speak, or how poorly the Starbucks barista hears....

I say Kim you say Pam, tomato tomato.

From Lily's blog (cut and paste)

This is too important to not share on both blogs.... it is very long...

Wow! I got a life changing phone call yesterday. Let me start from the top. About 2 ½ years ago I found out about a test that tests the gene CDKL5 which if that has a mutation it is linked to atypical Rett’s syndrome. We have thought Lily has atypical Rett’s for a long time now. Mother of Rett’s girls think Lily has Rett’s. This mutation is linked with not only atypical Rett’s, but also infantile spasms and an early onset of seizures. Ding ding right? Plus looking at the characteristics of this mutation you’d say that is Lily. I was super excited when I found the information on this and called Lily’s neuro asking him to run this test. I am sure this is on Lily’s site, but I have no time to look for it. Well he basically said we aren’t looking for a diagnosis right now, we are trying to control seizures and we’ll look back into it later. I smiled and said ok, fine. I made an appointment with Lily’s personal, totally interested in my children, Pediatrician and showed him what I found and asked, ok maybe a little begging, if he would rx the script for this test and he said “sure.” Well after two months I was called with the report that there was no mutation on the CDKL5 and again we were at another dead end.
I hadn’t thought anything about this until I got an email asking if Lily had been tested for this just two weeks ago and that had me looking into her records and I found that test that said negative. I still thought though that Lily seems to have this disorder and I called the geneticist that we hadn’t seen in years to have her take another look at Lily and maybe run that test again, we can’t get in until Dec.16th. Then Friday of last week after work I got home and saw a message and it is from the girl’s pediatrician. He says he wants to talk to us about Lil and of course it is 5:30pm when I get that message. I had to sit on needles until 9am Monday to call and see what the heck he wanted. Lily hasn’t been in to see him in quite some time and I just couldn’t imagine what he wanted. So I call at 9am and 9:15am my phone rings. Wow this must be important! Dr. says remember when we ran that test two years ago checking CDKL5? I said “of course” he says “well the University of Chicago re-ran a test on Lily (with that old sample) and it came up positive, not for CDKL5, but for some unknown gene that has yet to be named.” I was in shock. A positive test result? A POSITIVE test result????? “So if it wasn’t positive for the CDKL5, what was it positive for? I don’t get it” and he explained to me that there isn’t a name yet, it is all very new and he described it to me in very simple language. He said imagine they were looking on Val Vista and Lindsey (two parallel road here in town) and they didn’t find anything, then later they went looking and found it on Gilbert rd (another parallel road next to the others in town). I’m still confused, but a positive result means a million things to me. It has been 6 years and 1 month we have been looking for answers, 6 years and 1 month of blood work, 3 spinal taps, 2 muscle biopsies, 1 skin biopsy, 3 different neuros, geneticists, developmental specialists, metabolic specialist and what?! A test I insisted on having ran by Lily’s regular Pediatrician is what is finally leading us to an answer?! Holy freaking crap! I can’t count the nights that I thought, was it Lily’s childbirth experience? Did I take too hot of baths while pregnant? Did I take antibiotics during a bad time? Was it my thyroid meds that caused this? I have thought of everything that I could have done to cause this to her and now I found out, it wasn’t anything I did. Can you imagine the relief that comes with that? I can’t explain it.
Granted they haven’t even named the gene yet, and Lily just so happens to be the first test to test positive, but we are on our way. We will know what this is and we will know fairly soon. We may have to be the pilgrims of this whole thing and that is ok. We can handle it!
But this isn’t without stress and well stress. Pediatrician told me on the phone that our next plan of action is to send them Lily’s blood again, they want to test DNA and RNA on her and they want to check Andrew and myself. Hence where the stress comes in, they want to see if Lily didn’t get this mutation from us. This stems off the X chromosome (?) (I am in way over my head here with all this, I barely could figure out what eye color our imaginary child would have in science with my blue eyed partner, by the way I am blue eyed as well) and so we need to see if first this is from us and if it isn’t from us then I guess they will see how this mutation came of in Lily. I think most of you are following me here. I am 6 months pregnant. I have to sit and wait to see if Andrew and I have any deformities that can cause this to happen to our children. We have been told by specialist by specialist the thought of something as rare as Lily happening again is next to none. And even though I have asked about genetic counseling time and time again we have been told with out Lily having a diagnosis they’d be going in blindly and have no idea what to test for. Fast forward. 6 years later. My blood and Andrew’s blood is on a first class flight to Chicago and we have to sit on nails while we wait for the results. I don’t even know how long tests like this should take. 2 weeks? 4? I know it took 2 months to hear back from the negative results we got 2 years ago. I don’t have 2 months. Well I do, but my heart doesn’t. And if Andrew and I do have some whatever I obviously know if doesn’t mean it will happen again for sure to our baby boy since Andi is as healthy as a horse, but then again if we do what are the odds of two healthy if we have something funky? Sigh.
The best case scenario is we have no mutations and it is all Lily, but then I feel bad that Lily has to be alone in this. I don’t want to wish that upon her, but I just don’t know how I would handle another seizing baby. Seriously.
I do know that God has his hands ALL over this. It is really hard to not believe in such a thing. I mean this is just all falling into place so amazingly. I just have to pray that the best outcome will happen and I ask the same from all of you. Lily is our special girl and we adore our special little one in a billion child, we just want her to be our only special blessing.
I may be a little consumed with this until we get an answer so who knows what I will write about in the meantime.
Prayers please! All the time! Thanks!

The Devil wears Stride Rite

Andrew: "I really think Andi should be a devil for Halloween."
Me: "That's mean"
Andrew: "No really, it is perfect for her."
Me: "That is mean and she is being a fairy"
Andrew: "I'm just saying"
Me: "Well she's not, besides I already asked, she doesn't want to be a devil"

My ingenious is shocking

I never claimed to be the brightest light on the Christmas tree, but I don't think I am totally ditsy, but sometimes I can shock myself. And I don't think it is cute to be Jessica Simpson ditsy, ok yeah I do think it is cute, but it isn't how I work. I do tend to let's just say, not think all the time before I act and I am pretty sure that at times might make me look a little less "there".
Today was one of those day. I was running late getting out of the house and didn't eat breakfast. I drop off Andi and stop at Starbucks and get my favorite drink non fat pumpkin spice latte with whip and since I was hungry I said throw in a blueberry muffin. I get back in my car, listen along with the radio. Giggle with the morning show. Call a friend and chat and then pull into the Dr. office. I am a few minutes early, they get me right in and say "here drink this, you got 5 minutes". Now it isn't that I forgot today was my glucose test, it was just that I didn't so much to think hey a boatload of sugar is probably not the best thing to ingest right before another boatload of sugar to hey what else but check my sugar. Sigh....
I told my Dr. with a sweet smile, and this was after crying about a 10 pound weight gain in a freaking month, 10 pounds in a month, 10 pounds in a month, that I didn't think and had Starbucks before I came. He said "well do you put sugar in your coffee?" and I smiled at that cute comment and thought awww he saves so much money a year by not understanding what I meant by "I had Starbucks this morning". I again said well it isn't really just coffee is a large amount of syrup added to my coffee along with skim milk and whipped cream. Oh he said, well you weren't supposed to fast, but that may make your test come back high and we will have to do it again. I again smiled and apologized and coughed into my hand and said "I also had a blueberry muffin". He just looks at me and I know he is thinking, and she has the nerve to complain about a 10 lb weight gain in a month.
Sigh... so we will see what happens. All is well. He said Zantac is totally fine, good thing since we are going to buy stock in it. You all might want to as well.... I still have technically 15 more weeks and I can't go a night with out it.
Hey someone has to stimulate this economy!
Speaking of that, last night I had to say this:
"We're in a recession, you don't need sprinkles!"
Who was I saying that too???

Come back.

So yesterday I drove 40 miles round trip for nothing but a "apple pie carmel apple" from what Kibberts lovingly calls "Scarizona Mills". It is an outlet mall that well, it is scary. But I didn't want to go 60 miles round trip and go to Scottsdale mall with the store A Pea in a Pod that I would be tempted with, so I went and I conquered. And if this is what I do when my family is gone, bring em back. Please.

And they're off

I made plans with a dear group of friends that I get to see only a few times a year now. Our special kiddos all went to the best preschool on earth together and we used to have weekly meetings where we'd talk, laugh and cry together. It is a very special thing in your life when you can find others who can relate to you on issues that no one else can. I mean I have great friends whom I love, but most of them can't comprehend changing their 6 year olds diaper. Or having to spoon feed their every meal. Or manage seizures. This group can. Included is the kiddos teacher and therapist whom know our kids and worked with our kids and love our kids. Well we used to meet weekly when our kids were in prek, but now we have all moved on to the scary world of public elementary and have all gone into different districts our meetings have gone away.
So every 6 months or so we try to get together for something called game night. One mom always hosts in her gorgeous home and we stay up late, we laugh and play games. It is the most fun I have ever had sober. Not the most, but it really is good clean fun that is just can't be beat.
Anyway, we have had tomorrow night planned for several weeks now so when Andrew says I'd really like to go to Greer this weekend, I said "hold up!" I said "you will not go unless you have child care planned for me". I am not missing game night and I am not going to scramble to find a sitter to come to our house because he got a bug up his butt. Well guess what! My mom said "well how about I go up too and Andrew brings the girls". I said "really??" Holy crap! What ever will I do? No husband, no kids for 2 days? Sign me up! So that is what is happening. Andrew normally is fully capable of taking the kids himself but he is going up to help my dad work on the house and this isn't hanging up pictures housework, this is laying flooring, putting wood in the ceilings, painting, hard house work. So my mom is going to help with the kids and Andrew will help my dad. It really is an awesome thing to be happening..... to me!
And of course the kids, they love it up there. I do too and want to go, but game night is happening and I AM GOING! So yeah!

Oh and even better news! My computer is up and running at home. Internet and all! It has been months and the day has come! Hallelujah!

Oh and I have to call after 5pm today to find out if I have jury duty next week. I have never been selected to even go down to the court house so I am expecting the same outcome, but you never know. Life does like to make your plans change just to see how you react.

Open minded"ness"

So last night Andrew says to me "just try to be open minded" and I say "oookaaaay".
We weren't talking about the upcoming election. We weren't discussing religion, no he was asking me to be open minded in watching "Don't mess with the Zohan".
I tried, but no.

Someone needs a psychologist....

Ahhhhhh am I bad person for happily putting Lily on the bus this morning? She was home more this fall break then she was home during summer break! Summer break she at least goes to summer school. This was tough! And with the temps still in the upper 90's as of last week there wasn't much we could do. But yesterday just the girls and I went to our beautiful Phoenix Zoo and had a wonderful day. I couldn't believe it! No fights, no whining! It was a perfect day! Perfect weather. Just a great day! Andi had slept from 5:30pm to 6:30am that previous night, yeah really, and man was she a different kid! She even slept on the way home from the zoo! Score! Let me just say I have to brag her up because I almost dropped her off at a safe house on Sunday. Sigh.
She went crazy on me. Like really crazy and I had no leverage. I had no idea what to do.
Here is the back ground we decided to go to my nieces gymnastic meet Sunday afternoon. Since Andi thinks her 11 yr old cousin is her best friend and their shared gymnastics coach is God, I figured that would be a fun thing to do. Lily had a bad cold so Andrew "sacrificed" the fun afternoon by staying home and watching football all Sunday afternoon. All was going well. We were sitting with my sister and my other niece. I had no cash and my sister bought Andi a snack and we were having fun. My niece was having a great day and it was awesome to see her. Andi wanted another snack and I figured that would be ok, I had borrow 50 cents from my sister and got her a little rice crispy thing. All is fine. Then Andi wants another snack. I refuse. She had lunch. I wasn't borrowing anymore money. No. She starts to cry. I still say no. Then Skylar is up for her floor routine and I am trying to watch her while Andi starts freaking out. Like pulling my legs trying to get me to get up and get her a snack. I say we are leaving when Sky is done and she cries more. Not cries, freaks. So Sky is done, I say tell Aunt Jenn and Ariel bye and she screams. I pick her up and she screams like I am kidnapping her and everyone is staring. I get to the parking lot and she hits me in the face. I take her arms hold them down and carry her like a football telling her to hit me again. I get to the car and she explodes, she kicks, she screams, it takes everything I have to hold her down and buckle her in her car seat. I never once hit her, yet she is kicking me, she is hitting me IN THE FACE, I take off and I hear her unbuckle her car seat. That is when mommy flipped her lid. I pull over into the city center business center and opened her door. Did I mention while I drove from the school to the city center she had taken off both her shoes and chucked them at me? Oh and her headphones? Well I was steamed, somehow I did know that hitting her, and believe me I REALLY wanted to, except for smacking her hand to get her to let go while trying to buckle her in, would not help. So I took every doll, every coloring book, everything she had ever brought into my car and I locked her in the car and marched over to the trash can and threw it all away. I was seeing red, I am not sure what went in that trash can, but I am sure it would have made some little girl very happy to stumble across it. That is if she is digging through a trash can. So I get back in the car and she is crying. Crying no longer freaking. Crying tears. She is sorry. She is still minutes away from the safe haven down the road in my book. Believe me although I didn't hit her, I yelled. It was a fast flying zone for many bombs I swear to not say in front of the kids, but really red, I was seeing red. I didn't know what was going on. I had no idea how I was going to deal with the situation and was actually pretty surprised all it took was chucking about $50 worth of crappy toys in my car. She got in her car seat and we drove home in silence. She fell asleep, but I had the hardest time getting her out of the car seat and trying to calmly keep her asleep. I just picked her up, put her in her room and said "do not come out! I cannot see your face for a long time". She actually understood this request and was pretty quiet the rest of the day. She apologized several times, and eventually I got over it, but man I have never been so upset. So disappointed. So discouraged. I know being a parent is tough but that feeling of not having a clue what to do is scary and loosing control is very scary. I never want to loose control with my kids and it was lost.
We deal with tantrums usually every day to every other day, but I usually ignore them and they go away. This time was something else. It was scary and I need to know what to do ahead of time before it happens again.
This is where I am coming to you all who have been there and done that. What are ways to prepare myself and I was far beyond taking 10 breaths. What are things I can do to her to get her to stop.
Help me!
Thank God I have several more years before having another 3 year old. I'll take 2's waaaay over 3's!
Unless someone has a machine I can put him in and keep him 8 weeks old forever. Sigh.

Prop What?!

So every night of the week I get a phone call. Not my husband, just me. It goes a little like this.
Hi this message is for Kimberly and we are calling on behalf of Yes on 102. We need to vote to keep marriage as a union of a man and a woman. Please vote yes.
Now I answered this phone call about a month ago and told the dude on the phone that in fact no, I will not be voting yes, I will be voting no. He thanked me for my time and I thought we were done. But they have not stopped calling me. I don't know if they think they will change my mind but I am about to go postal on the building they are calling from.
In fact by voting No, it will not be legal for gays to marry here, it is just a yes makes it just that much harder for them to ever get married here.
I see it this way, gays have enough troubles in life, why not let two people who fall in love get married and get the same tax benefits as the rest of us "happily married straight people".
I am not trying to be political, you all should know I rarely ever post my 2 cents on politics, but this is beyond annoying and it happens every night, always something to listen to on my answering machine before going to bed. I really hope they call tonight and I am home.
Have a splendid weekend.

Sunshine and Coke

I had such a great morning! First I am wearing prepreg jeans just unzipped and unbuttoned with the belly band. They fit and look so much better than maternity. Then I got to leave at 8am, Andrew was able to wait until 8:30am for our nurse to come watch Lily. Lily has been off since last week and will continue to be off school until next Wed.! I am not a huge fan of modified year round schooling. So then I dropped off Andi at pre k and she was actually happy to go. Then I stopped at Starbucks to treat myself since I had to drive all the way to Phoenix to drop off the meds for the study that Lily was in, I forgot them on Monday when we went. Remember organization skills, not so hot. So I get to Starbucks and the line is short. That alone could make my day. Then they made my drink fast and the check out girl said "Your shirt is hilarious!" (thanks Kibberts) then while waiting for my bagel the other gal says, "that shirt is just too cute!" I thank them and walk out the door which was being held open waiting for me to come thru by some nice young girl, I smiled and thanked her and returned the favor to the barista whom was cleaning outside and was coming back in. He smiled and thanked me. I got in my car and just smiled. I thought man that was a freaking coke commerical!
Then I get in my car and head to Phoenix. A local radio show kept me laughing and when I saw a sign saying "Photo Radar Ahead" I slow from 70 mph to 65 mph and apparently Ms. Hotpants didn't like that and cruised around me and flash! Ha! Ha! Freaking Ha! I pointed and laughed at her, but she didn't see me. Ha!
I get to the hospital and see 15 min parking spots that would save me dealing with the parking garage. I thought sweet and parked. Ran in and the only frustration I experienced at all this morning was the lack of golden rules people seem to ignore. I get on an empty elevator and go to the 4th floor. The door opens and when I try to step out there is a family of 4 walking in, totally blocking my way of getting out. I am thinking, wait isn't that a golden rule that everyone knows and follows? You wait for the person to get off, I even hold the door if they have a wheelchair or stroller and then you get on. Well whatever I shake it off and head to the office. Hand over the meds to the front desk gal and say I forgot these or whatever and she says "what is the patients name" and I said, "she is in the study, they don't have names in the study she is #7009." So then I get back on an empty elevator and wouldn't you know when I come off the thing on the first floor and lady with a newborn baby just rushes in and following her was at least 4 other women. I was like really? Seriously? You all aren't going to let me get off? Where am I? So I don't know about you all, but don't you wait? Don't you grab your kids and not let them go on the elevator until others get off? Am I crazy? Am I snobby? Anyway it didn't matter I had a good morning and those classless folks ain't getting me down.

Gimmie Cheese!

As much as I hate to cheese out, I have to publicly thank my awesome sister and tubular mom for spending their Sat with me at my house helping clean out what Andi dubbed "the messy room". We had an office, then we moved the office, had plans of a play room and what the den turned into was a room filled with crap that we couldn't even open the door. Once we found out baby Ollie was coming we had to do some thinking. The girls can't share a room. Lily is not a sound sleeper and she continuously wakes up Andi when they are together so it was either have Andi share a room with the baby which won't happen, we have to turn our den into his room. It is a room, it just doesn't have a closet but a dresser would be just fine. So those girls came over with a mission. My mom went to town, my sister and I put together a bin organizer we bought from Ikea months ago. Although when we were done it didn't quite look right. Then Andrew came home and said "why did you put together the TV shelf instead of the bin holder?" DOH! So after we rewarded ourselves with Olive Garden for lunch, I went home and put together the actual bin holder with help only from Andi who told me "hard work makes her hungry."
After two hours, some really sore thumbs and possibly arthritis in my hands, I was done. Lily's room got all the toys in nice and clean bins and a toy box. The den just has a TV shelf that my sister and I so graciously built with a little TV and a chair in there so Andi and Lily can hang out in there and watch TV. A desk that will go on craigslist probably this week and a bin of stuffed animals I just can't toss. And I tossed A LOT this weekend, I just couldn't do it all. There should be a law against giving stuffed animals at showers and birthdays. It is insane the amount of stuffed animals kids accumulate. We are slowly working at getting stuff for the baby's room. When I say we are starting from scratch, I ain't kidding. Seriously from scratch. I thought I was done. Plus it is a boy. I have NOTHING for a boy. Sigh. We are tearing out the carpet, which is NASTY, and Andrew will stain the concrete. Then we will have to buy a nice rug, but otherwise I am looking to Craigslist for the crib and furniture. There is really no need for brand new stuff, really there isn't.
Anyway, I just realized how lucky I am to have such selfless family members. Women of course who are able to set aside their Sat and help out their poor defenseless against organization, daughter and sister.
Plus I even talked my sister into giving Fiona a little trial run at her house for a week. Fingers crossed they actually like her and keep her. NEVER AGAIN WILL I EVER OWN A PUPPY. I did not say dog, I SAID PUPPY. My sister although is very clean and organized, unlike me, lives in a very full house that tends to lean on chaotic. With three biological kids 11, 16 and 18 and a 17 year old she has legal guardianship of, 2 dogs, 2 cats and usually a friend or two over, it is chaotic and it works there. I think Fiona would fit right in and they wouldn't stress nearly as much about her and be as annoyed with her as much as I am. My sister says I should just get a cat and I think I agree.

Mr. Sandman...

Hey Mr. Sandman..... I'm calling to you again. Please come. I don't even care if you bring me a dream, just please hit me over the head and knock me out. Please.
Andi has a bad cough and as we parents (mothers) know that makes sleeping thru the night difficult for little ones and the last two nights the little weasel snuck in our bed and before I realized she was there I was smooched into Andrew and a dog that is not supposed to be on my bed, making a mess of it!
Every time she jumps up I yell get down and she does, but then she tries again and I swear she waits to hear me deep breathing and then jumps on my bed with her nasty butt. And how am I going to put a diaper on a dog that you can't touch with out her going insane. She is the most hyper thing in the world. And if I were able to hold her still long enough she would just run around until it fell off and eat it because that is the kind of dog she is. I am still contemplating craigslist for her future.
So anyway it is around 2 am and I realize Andi is in our bed, putting me in the middle. I have a growing belly that makes positioning hard enough then smooch me between to bed hogs and then realize bloody dog is curled into my legs. UGH! Frustration takes over and after tossing and turning I retire to the couch. Everyone else sleeps peacefully.
I want to hurt someone.
Forgive the sucky blog.... I'm tired.
Happy freaking weekend. I will try to get some work done and post some before and afters. I have a lot to do!

It's not my fault

So don't you love that phrase, "it's not my fault"? Well really it isn't. I have no computer at home, that is my husbands fault. And I can't go to work but two days a week for the next two weeks and that is Lily's schools fault. They think modified year round schedule is awesome and I happen to disagree.
So there! I only have enough nursing hours for 2 full days so those days are Wed and Fri and those will be working/blogging/online shopping/internet surfing/kid break... days.
So I think instead of telling you some long juicy story about my neighbor slobbering on my husband. Or trying to. I think I would rather post about a whole lot of nothings that happen to be on my mind.

First matter to attend to, I have gotten a real taste of what happens you when procrastinate at the wrong time. Let's just say Fiona, our "puppy", needs a tampon. OMG NASTY! OMG! I had a heart attack last night when she kept trying to get on my bed. I don't go wasting money on many things, but a couple years back Andrew and I paid $1000 for Ralph Lauren bedding that was worth every penny. You will not find a more comfortable comforter than ours and the fact that horny little bleeding dog wanted on my bed was enough to cause me a huge lack in sleep. And to make matters worse, she was trying to cuddle on my blanket that was originally $200 at a boutique that was going out of business and I grabbed for 75% off. You don't know a heavenly blanket until you wrap yourself up in that baby. And that dog thought she needed. Oh hell no!
See I am fully aware that you should spay your dog before they are fertile. But our vet quoted us a price of $500. I'm sorry. She is a dog. I won't spend $500 on a medical treatment for myself. **You are saying but you spent $1000 on bedding, well that was a few years ago and being in construction business was prosperous. Well guess what, construction is the last damn thing you want to be in business with now so yes at one time we could afford luxuries like that and I am so glad we did, because who knows when we will again. **Hell these days I won't spend $25 on a pedi. So sorry I am not putting $500 on my credit card. Well then one day I found a mailer for a spay/neuter clinic. They don't offer all the spa treatments along with the spay job and it is about $75. Ok that is more like it. Still not what I want to do, but it obviously has to be done. Well I called them and they can't get her in until 10/23! Ugh! So let's just pray we can prevent her from getting knocked up in the meantime... can't promise to go all pro life if something does happen... I'm just saying.

**Second matter up on my mind. My dream last night. I know that is when readers go and read a new blog the minute they see "let me tell you about my dream" but just read it. It is funny. Or weird. Or creepy. Or something.
We were all watching Andi do a little dance and we were all laughing and then I feel the baby move, but it hurts and I look down and his face is coming out of my stomach, he is still under my skin but we can see his face and all he was trying to do was see what Andi was doing. I was trying to push him back but being a little freaked about brains and stuff I didn't want to cause any damage by pushing him back.
Just what Andi wants, all eyes on her, at all times. Even if the little human doesn't quite really have eyes that work yet. Gross.

**Third matter. I sold my tickets. Thanks for all your concern. I know you were all thinking of my situation constantly and I hope that eases your concern.

**Fourth matter. Here at work they have this little program here, I am pretty sure I have complained before about. I know you all know my dad is my boss, but he is the boss, boss. There are people under him that are above me (the nerve) and the one guy here has a program that awards everyone for good work. Well there is a little sign up with every ones names and people get their boxes highlighted for doing their chores or whatever. Anyway there happens to be 3 people not highlighted. Guess who got laid off? Two of those three. Guess who is the third?
So what if I am not a team player. Everyone gets their check and it is right and I am pretty sure, money talks.
Other wise I may post another Craigslist listing , something like this.
**Pregnant mom of two (soon to be three) needs a job. It has to be flexible enough for her to be able to take off for her daughters dr. apts, therapy, and of course fall break. Skills are well... she can type. She knows Excel oh and Word. And can write a mean blog once a week. She can make coffee, but does not run errands. She can add pretty well with an adding machine, but don't ask her for percentages. She prefers $750 a week plus vehicle and gas. Plus she will not come in more than 3 days a week. Any takers?

**and my fifth and last matter of the heart is maternity clothes. Why is it that the first two go arounds I couldn't wait for the ugly stuff. I went to the boutiques, A Pea in a Pod, etc. I think I even ate a little more than I needed to just to fit in it earlier. I just didn't realize that was a sure way to "show" in my ass, not my belly. This go at it I am totally avoiding the baby doll shirts and awful pants. I got my jeans via Ebay that I really wanted yet the seller listed the wrong size and they are a size too big and I have to have one of those belly bands just to keep them up. They are my favorite though. Citizens. There are no better maternity jeans than Citizens and I got them for a hundred less than I would have on Nordstrom.com. But I am getting away with flowy tops from the "regular" stores. I don't need it to say maternity for it to fit. I went to Gap.com today b/c I got a great code for three days only where they have 30% off brand spanking new clothes. I honestly had a hard time finding much. I did like some long cords that I will order on Friday, but that was about it. The sweaters weren't all that long and I think I can do better at Forever 21 and spend $20 less a top.

Humm... I bet you all are thinking, I hope she goes back into hiding.