8 year anniversary and we wanted to celebrate in style! Mom came over to watch the kids and we went to The Melting Pot. Yum, yum, yum! That is our place for celebration. Almost every birthday and anniversary is spent there, plus our family’s grocery money. That’s ok; we survive the rest of the week on mac and cheese.
I got home at 5:45pm from picking Andi from pre k, then taking her to gymnastics. It’s 110 outside. I get home, no time to shower or shave. I take out my braids I wore (on purpose) and let my hair down, nice waves. Put on some mascara, blush and lip gloss. Tell my mom the run down for the kids, nursed Oliver and we are out the door 15 minutes late. Apparently amongst my amuck, my husband took two Advil migraines. He didn’t even have a migraine.
We get to the restaurant. They put us in the closed in booth with the curtains. Not my fav, I am more of a people watcher, but bring on the romance. We order wine. We get our cheese. (My favorite!) I dig in. Hubby, not so much. He is eating slow. We are talking, having a nice time. Salads come. I eat my entire salad. Hubby pushes the fork around, and that was it. Then the main course. I eat. Hubby insisted on the more expensive lobster meal and there the lobster sits. Uneaten. I ask for the cocktail sauce, they no longer have it. I eat. Andrew doesn’t. Head in hands. He is sweating. He thinks he may vomit. He continues with head in hands. I eat.
Dessert comes. Banana foster chocolate dip. I eat. And eat. Andrew touches one banana and holds head in hand. I get the bill. Pay. Wish I spent $150 on a cute outfit. I have to drive and then I have to fill the car with gas.
I tell you what though, I am pretty darn sure we will have many many more anniversaries and I will make sure he does not try to be proactive and prevent another head ache again.
Still love you babe and can’t wait to get my massage! Best gift ever!!
Showing posts with label Love and Marriage. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Super Powers
I thought maybe I'd break out the old laptop while baby is sleeping, Lily was just fed and Andi is watching my cartoon crush, Handy Manny. He took Aladin's place.
We went to South Dakota Monday and came home late Tuesday. I have the full details on Lily's blog so I won't go thru all that again. I will share with you all the cliff notes.
My faith in humanity was not restored. Getting on the plan Andrew told me not to stress because "not all people are a-holes". Well as a matter of fact, yes for the most part, they are. At least the two "gentlemen" we asked to trade seats with were. It just shows that being a realist and Andrew being an optimist, I have a more accurate look on the world than my dear sweet husband. But bless his heart for thinking the way he does.
Oliver ended up being an angel on our flight to Denver, which our seat mates didn't deserve, but he was. Then we had to fly to Sioux Falls and in our transit from one plane to the other I lost my flower. I know sounds a lot more sexy than it was. My shoe. My shoes my mom let me borrow, Taryn Rose shoes. Black flats with a cute flower on them. One flower fell off. No where to be found. So I was walking around looking rather silly.
Once we make it to the funeral home, heart break hits. We see the devastation that is called cancer. Hundreds flooded the funeral home to pay respect to a selfless woman.
We got to talk with family we hadn't seen in years. It was good to hug Andrew's uncle. In fact hug him several times. I wish my hug could erase pain, but it didn't. Someone should give me that superhero quality. Maybe I'd hug more often.
It was a tough trip and it was a fast trip. I don't ever want to travel with a 10 week old ever again. I guess I never will. Oliver will never be 10 weeks again and my husband is doing the selfless act of getting his nuts cut and we will never have a 10 week old ever again.
Did I mention when we got home we arrived in a different terminal, then we finally got our car we ran out of gas on the over pass and coasted into the off ramp. My dad was our knight and shining armour and Andrew and I didn't speak to each other for about 12 more hours.
Ahh such is life. Oh and did I mention our dog, Hailey, the old one, is having seizures? Yeah you know I was thinking to myself the other day, what can I add to my life list. Special needs child that requires nursing and heavy duty meds, check. A ornery 4 year old who refuses to nap and sucks every bit of energy out of me, check. A newborn who is only calm when held, cries in the car seat and refuses to relax in a swing, check. Hey how about a 12 year old dog who has arthritis and now seizures, check.
Sweet!
We went to South Dakota Monday and came home late Tuesday. I have the full details on Lily's blog so I won't go thru all that again. I will share with you all the cliff notes.
My faith in humanity was not restored. Getting on the plan Andrew told me not to stress because "not all people are a-holes". Well as a matter of fact, yes for the most part, they are. At least the two "gentlemen" we asked to trade seats with were. It just shows that being a realist and Andrew being an optimist, I have a more accurate look on the world than my dear sweet husband. But bless his heart for thinking the way he does.
Oliver ended up being an angel on our flight to Denver, which our seat mates didn't deserve, but he was. Then we had to fly to Sioux Falls and in our transit from one plane to the other I lost my flower. I know sounds a lot more sexy than it was. My shoe. My shoes my mom let me borrow, Taryn Rose shoes. Black flats with a cute flower on them. One flower fell off. No where to be found. So I was walking around looking rather silly.
Once we make it to the funeral home, heart break hits. We see the devastation that is called cancer. Hundreds flooded the funeral home to pay respect to a selfless woman.
We got to talk with family we hadn't seen in years. It was good to hug Andrew's uncle. In fact hug him several times. I wish my hug could erase pain, but it didn't. Someone should give me that superhero quality. Maybe I'd hug more often.
It was a tough trip and it was a fast trip. I don't ever want to travel with a 10 week old ever again. I guess I never will. Oliver will never be 10 weeks again and my husband is doing the selfless act of getting his nuts cut and we will never have a 10 week old ever again.
Did I mention when we got home we arrived in a different terminal, then we finally got our car we ran out of gas on the over pass and coasted into the off ramp. My dad was our knight and shining armour and Andrew and I didn't speak to each other for about 12 more hours.
Ahh such is life. Oh and did I mention our dog, Hailey, the old one, is having seizures? Yeah you know I was thinking to myself the other day, what can I add to my life list. Special needs child that requires nursing and heavy duty meds, check. A ornery 4 year old who refuses to nap and sucks every bit of energy out of me, check. A newborn who is only calm when held, cries in the car seat and refuses to relax in a swing, check. Hey how about a 12 year old dog who has arthritis and now seizures, check.
Sweet!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday the 13th
We had quite a Freaky Friday the 13th. That sounds like a before and after puzzle on Wheel of Fortune.
I woke up feeling like I was peeing. Then I sat up and it felt like a baby's head coming out. Not kidding and so sorry this is so gross. I am pretty certain my readers (if I have any left) are all female. Anyway, it was a clot bigger than my fist. Then the blood continued and continued. I ended up in the ER. I bawled. I didn't want to be away from my breast fed only baby. Thank God I pumped when I was engorged and my mother in law was able to feed him while I was away, but it broke my heart nonetheless. Andrew lectured me since by the time we were at the hospital I was bleeding out of control. Thru everything! He said I should have gone in sooner. I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
The ER doc checked me (!) um regardless of what just came out the last thing I want in is a Dr.'s finger! Then I got an ultrasound. Told me to call my Dr., since he didn't work at that hospital, and schedule a D&C (!). Ugh! He sent me with meds that might help. My Dr. wasn't in that day, but being the Dr. he is, he called me. He was on call that weekend so he told me to call no matter what around 6pm and let him know how I was doing. Well turns out my body was doing what it was supposed to do. By dinner time my bleeding had slowed down and I called him to say I think it was resolving itself. He said he was there until Sunday AM so come into the ER anytime and he'd take care of me if needed. After the phone call I had one more HUGE clot. I saved it and showed it to my mom. I know it is totally gross, but my mom digs that stuff, she should have been a nurse, but she WAS a phlebotomists back in the day. Anyway, everyone was grossed out, but I was done. I got better afterwards. By the end of Friday the 13th I was fine.
I never called the Dr. and never went in. He called Sunday afternoon on his way out of town just to make sure I was doing ok and to let me know he would be out all week and if I need anything one of his partners could help out. I mean he called from his cell phone on his way out of town. Like isn't that the coolest Dr. on the planet? This guy is so amazing! I have to find a great thank you card for him.
Trying to be funny with Andrew yesterday I said "I really wish that Dr. didn't check my oil because it really hurt and now it is still uncomfortable" and he looks at me and says "HE PUT HIS FINGER UP YOUR BUTT?!" a little angry and I said "no!" he said "that is what checking your oil means and if he did that is totally wrong and unnecessary!" I mumbled back about trying to use his lingo and I will just not try that next time.
Hey nothing more exciting than getting the Victoria Secrets Swimsuit catalogue in the mail when you are less than 2 weeks postpartum. Sigh.
I woke up feeling like I was peeing. Then I sat up and it felt like a baby's head coming out. Not kidding and so sorry this is so gross. I am pretty certain my readers (if I have any left) are all female. Anyway, it was a clot bigger than my fist. Then the blood continued and continued. I ended up in the ER. I bawled. I didn't want to be away from my breast fed only baby. Thank God I pumped when I was engorged and my mother in law was able to feed him while I was away, but it broke my heart nonetheless. Andrew lectured me since by the time we were at the hospital I was bleeding out of control. Thru everything! He said I should have gone in sooner. I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
The ER doc checked me (!) um regardless of what just came out the last thing I want in is a Dr.'s finger! Then I got an ultrasound. Told me to call my Dr., since he didn't work at that hospital, and schedule a D&C (!). Ugh! He sent me with meds that might help. My Dr. wasn't in that day, but being the Dr. he is, he called me. He was on call that weekend so he told me to call no matter what around 6pm and let him know how I was doing. Well turns out my body was doing what it was supposed to do. By dinner time my bleeding had slowed down and I called him to say I think it was resolving itself. He said he was there until Sunday AM so come into the ER anytime and he'd take care of me if needed. After the phone call I had one more HUGE clot. I saved it and showed it to my mom. I know it is totally gross, but my mom digs that stuff, she should have been a nurse, but she WAS a phlebotomists back in the day. Anyway, everyone was grossed out, but I was done. I got better afterwards. By the end of Friday the 13th I was fine.
I never called the Dr. and never went in. He called Sunday afternoon on his way out of town just to make sure I was doing ok and to let me know he would be out all week and if I need anything one of his partners could help out. I mean he called from his cell phone on his way out of town. Like isn't that the coolest Dr. on the planet? This guy is so amazing! I have to find a great thank you card for him.
Trying to be funny with Andrew yesterday I said "I really wish that Dr. didn't check my oil because it really hurt and now it is still uncomfortable" and he looks at me and says "HE PUT HIS FINGER UP YOUR BUTT?!" a little angry and I said "no!" he said "that is what checking your oil means and if he did that is totally wrong and unnecessary!" I mumbled back about trying to use his lingo and I will just not try that next time.
Hey nothing more exciting than getting the Victoria Secrets Swimsuit catalogue in the mail when you are less than 2 weeks postpartum. Sigh.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Words of wisdom thanks to Starbucks
So Kibberts had a saying on her Starbucks one time that said "There is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women" and we just laughed because what a wonderful saying that is. I know so many girls out there say that they don't like girls, that girls are catty, etc. but if they ever really had a good support of women in their life they would never say that.
If all of us women read that quote and believed that quote, life would be so much better.
I have an attractive husband. There really is no way around that. He is a good looking guy who happens to be very nice. He is hit on a lot and it doesn't matter if I am around or not. I've hinted around about our friend and I really don't need to get into it, but it was just that she liked Andrew and she really made it obvious. Awkward. Anywho, just last night we took the girls to see Santa at the mall. Afterwards I was in a search for Elf on a Shelf from Hallmark and was discouraged to not find it. We are walking to another store when we pass the play area. I tell Andrew to go to his store and I'll sit while the kids play. Well Lily watches while Andi plays. That was going well. Andrew comes back and I say, let me look one more time for that dang book and he says "you got 5 minutes". I come back, empty handed and see some girl talking to Andrew. I walk over and smile at her and say "no go". She just looks back at me. No smile, not even an acknowledgement of my existence. I said "I'm gonna check Barnes and Noble, I'll be right back" and the minute I leave she starts talking again. I really don't care, but I was however annoyed with her reaction to me. It didn't help that I had been up and running since 7:30am that morning with no shower. I am not kidding, running NON STOP with 4 therapies, groceries, Target, house places, etc. I never sat down that day except driving from place to place. I had my hair in a headband and pony tail to hide my greasy roots. I was tired, uncomfortable and not feeling my hottest. She was in there with her kid, full on make up and her hair "did". Maybe she is married, maybe not, whatever. If I was sitting and casually talking to a man and his wife came up I would not only acknowledge her, but make a point to converse with her as well. But of course that is just me. So anyway, B&N didn't have my book either, so I just came back and said "let's go" and she says bye to him and only him. I said "why didn't you introduce me to your girlfriend" playfully and he said "what was I supposed to do, ignore her?" he continued to say that he doesn't know how to react in those situations and he says he just replies friendly. I said "I'm not mad at you, but just annoyed with girls like that." It just brought me back to my quote from that coffee cup.
It should be changed a bit to "women who don't respect other people's marriages will never be in a happy marriage of their own." Their you go Starbucks, you can have that one, on the house.
And maybe add this one too... "people who use handicapped parking that knowingly do not need it will eventually actually NEED that handicapped parking."
Karma... it's a bitch.
If all of us women read that quote and believed that quote, life would be so much better.
I have an attractive husband. There really is no way around that. He is a good looking guy who happens to be very nice. He is hit on a lot and it doesn't matter if I am around or not. I've hinted around about our friend and I really don't need to get into it, but it was just that she liked Andrew and she really made it obvious. Awkward. Anywho, just last night we took the girls to see Santa at the mall. Afterwards I was in a search for Elf on a Shelf from Hallmark and was discouraged to not find it. We are walking to another store when we pass the play area. I tell Andrew to go to his store and I'll sit while the kids play. Well Lily watches while Andi plays. That was going well. Andrew comes back and I say, let me look one more time for that dang book and he says "you got 5 minutes". I come back, empty handed and see some girl talking to Andrew. I walk over and smile at her and say "no go". She just looks back at me. No smile, not even an acknowledgement of my existence. I said "I'm gonna check Barnes and Noble, I'll be right back" and the minute I leave she starts talking again. I really don't care, but I was however annoyed with her reaction to me. It didn't help that I had been up and running since 7:30am that morning with no shower. I am not kidding, running NON STOP with 4 therapies, groceries, Target, house places, etc. I never sat down that day except driving from place to place. I had my hair in a headband and pony tail to hide my greasy roots. I was tired, uncomfortable and not feeling my hottest. She was in there with her kid, full on make up and her hair "did". Maybe she is married, maybe not, whatever. If I was sitting and casually talking to a man and his wife came up I would not only acknowledge her, but make a point to converse with her as well. But of course that is just me. So anyway, B&N didn't have my book either, so I just came back and said "let's go" and she says bye to him and only him. I said "why didn't you introduce me to your girlfriend" playfully and he said "what was I supposed to do, ignore her?" he continued to say that he doesn't know how to react in those situations and he says he just replies friendly. I said "I'm not mad at you, but just annoyed with girls like that." It just brought me back to my quote from that coffee cup.
It should be changed a bit to "women who don't respect other people's marriages will never be in a happy marriage of their own." Their you go Starbucks, you can have that one, on the house.
And maybe add this one too... "people who use handicapped parking that knowingly do not need it will eventually actually NEED that handicapped parking."
Karma... it's a bitch.
Friday, October 24, 2008
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"
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"
Friday, September 12, 2008
Hey there Mr. Sandman....
Bring me a dream. Bring me a Klonopin. Something.
Wednesday night I went to bed at 10pm and didn't wake up until Andi crawled into bed with me at 7am. If she had not woken me up I would have slept right thru Lily's bus at 7:30am. I was thrilled! I haven't slept thru the night like that in a very long time. I am always woken up and can't go back to sleep.
So thinking I was starting some new circadian rhythm I went to sleep last night with some high expectations.
Then I was woken up by sweet nothings from my husband at 3am that sounded something like f#%$ing c*ck s*ucker then he rolls over loudly and huffmmps and sighs.
I sit up and ask "what is your problem?" he says "There is a f#$&ing mosquito in here! He bit my face, my left arm, my right ar......" I immediately interrupt him with "what does that have to do with me?" Ok maybe that wasn't very nice. Then I said, "Sorry, but God now I can't go back to sleep". And then we sat and watched Dr. 90210 from my Tivo list for the next hour. We both tossed and turned and didn't go back to sleep until close to 4:30am and then his alarm went off at 5:30am, he got up and went to work and then I went back to sleep and Andi came into my room at 5:55am. OMG! Kill me.
All I can say is thank God it is the weekend. Not that Andi naps or anything but I can at least rest. Andrew is going up north and the kids and I am just chilling. I am so freaking exhausted.
Oh and forget that whole I thought having a boy was keeping me immune to heart burn. That started last night. Sigh.
Oh one thing I am apparently immune to is mosquito bites. I lied there all comfy and the while Andrew was eaten alive.
Wednesday night I went to bed at 10pm and didn't wake up until Andi crawled into bed with me at 7am. If she had not woken me up I would have slept right thru Lily's bus at 7:30am. I was thrilled! I haven't slept thru the night like that in a very long time. I am always woken up and can't go back to sleep.
So thinking I was starting some new circadian rhythm I went to sleep last night with some high expectations.
Then I was woken up by sweet nothings from my husband at 3am that sounded something like f#%$ing c*ck s*ucker then he rolls over loudly and huffmmps and sighs.
I sit up and ask "what is your problem?" he says "There is a f#$&ing mosquito in here! He bit my face, my left arm, my right ar......" I immediately interrupt him with "what does that have to do with me?" Ok maybe that wasn't very nice. Then I said, "Sorry, but God now I can't go back to sleep". And then we sat and watched Dr. 90210 from my Tivo list for the next hour. We both tossed and turned and didn't go back to sleep until close to 4:30am and then his alarm went off at 5:30am, he got up and went to work and then I went back to sleep and Andi came into my room at 5:55am. OMG! Kill me.
All I can say is thank God it is the weekend. Not that Andi naps or anything but I can at least rest. Andrew is going up north and the kids and I am just chilling. I am so freaking exhausted.
Oh and forget that whole I thought having a boy was keeping me immune to heart burn. That started last night. Sigh.
Oh one thing I am apparently immune to is mosquito bites. I lied there all comfy and the while Andrew was eaten alive.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
The old man who swallowed a fly
So after an insistent husband talked me into driving 4 hours to Greer, just to drive 4 hours back 48 hours later we were in Greer on Saturday afternoon. It was cool and drizzling. Nice, maybe this is worth it. Andrew went right to work helping my dad put a wood ceiling in and the girls and I hung out with my mom watching TV and reading my weekly dose of US Weekly and People.
We decided against cooking and choose to eat out at a local restaurant in town. Best prime rib around! That's their slogan, but me and Ollie agree. That kid loves red meat! That is the baby's nickname, follow along please. So we pull up the the restaurant and realize Lily's wheelchair is in the house so we all get out and Andrew runs back to get it. While we are seated and waiting for Andrew, my dad is holding Lily on his lap in the meantime, we are looking at the menu and drinking our water. Well that is I started to when I saw there was a fly in it. I laughed and showed my dad, he saw it immediately and laughed, said you should have to pay extra for the protein. Show it to mom, she laughs. I push it away from me and grab an extra water and start drinking that one. The place was a mad house, Labor Day weekend, our waitress was overwhelmed and I had no need to tell her about the fly, we just left it alone. Then in walks Andrew. He puts Lily in her chair and sits in his chair and exhales. "Let's eat!"
So dinner goes on, the kids are being awesome, we all order drinks and dinner and the service is understandably slow. Some time goes by and I look over at Andrew and his water. It is half empty, yes I said it, empty not half full, I know it was the water that the fly was in since well frankly that is where I put the glass, in front of the seat he took. Oops. I exclaim "did you drink all that water!?" he looks dumbly at me and says, "yeah, I was thirsty." Andrew never drinks water unless he is forced, but I guess his beer took so long he drank his water. And why shouldn't he, I mean except for the fact the fly was in it! I immediately laughed out loud and said "you didn't look in it first?" "No, I was thirsty, why" he asks. I said "there was a fly in it!" He looks in his glass and there it was, still there in his glass. Laughter came over my entire body that I had no control over. Tears were flowing, air was missing and I really didn't know if I would ever come to my senses again. See I thought he didn't see a fly in his water, he never said anything he just looked at his cup and saw the fly, so I thought he drank it and for some reason that thought sent me over the edge. Hey it had been a tough week, I can't even tell you all that happened, just know that a little laughter was a cure. The rest of dinner I spent catching myself in laughing fits. I realized he didn't drink it when he handed it to the waitress. A half empty glass with a fly in it. That still makes me laugh as I write it. Although it was less funny when I realized he didn't drink the fly.
Then the rest of the weekend was every time Andrew saw a fly he'd ask if I'd like to see him drink it just so I could have a good laugh again.
There are a few stories in my life that I can't tell with out laughing and I am pretty sure this one just got added.
The rest of the trip was nice, rainy and wet. Me likey. We went to watch the boat races (match car size boats) on The Little Colorado River. My mom bought 40 boats and didn't win anything. She has awesome luck. Then we went to a community dinner and we got the experience of being the youngest in the room. I think my parents were the youngest besides us. At least they looked it! The kids were so bored they both fell asleep. If Andi falls asleep somewhere other than her bed that she is forced into and strapped down, well that doesn't say much about your function.
Back home and back to life.
But that story made my weekend. Hell, week... maybe month!
We decided against cooking and choose to eat out at a local restaurant in town. Best prime rib around! That's their slogan, but me and Ollie agree. That kid loves red meat! That is the baby's nickname, follow along please. So we pull up the the restaurant and realize Lily's wheelchair is in the house so we all get out and Andrew runs back to get it. While we are seated and waiting for Andrew, my dad is holding Lily on his lap in the meantime, we are looking at the menu and drinking our water. Well that is I started to when I saw there was a fly in it. I laughed and showed my dad, he saw it immediately and laughed, said you should have to pay extra for the protein. Show it to mom, she laughs. I push it away from me and grab an extra water and start drinking that one. The place was a mad house, Labor Day weekend, our waitress was overwhelmed and I had no need to tell her about the fly, we just left it alone. Then in walks Andrew. He puts Lily in her chair and sits in his chair and exhales. "Let's eat!"
So dinner goes on, the kids are being awesome, we all order drinks and dinner and the service is understandably slow. Some time goes by and I look over at Andrew and his water. It is half empty, yes I said it, empty not half full, I know it was the water that the fly was in since well frankly that is where I put the glass, in front of the seat he took. Oops. I exclaim "did you drink all that water!?" he looks dumbly at me and says, "yeah, I was thirsty." Andrew never drinks water unless he is forced, but I guess his beer took so long he drank his water. And why shouldn't he, I mean except for the fact the fly was in it! I immediately laughed out loud and said "you didn't look in it first?" "No, I was thirsty, why" he asks. I said "there was a fly in it!" He looks in his glass and there it was, still there in his glass. Laughter came over my entire body that I had no control over. Tears were flowing, air was missing and I really didn't know if I would ever come to my senses again. See I thought he didn't see a fly in his water, he never said anything he just looked at his cup and saw the fly, so I thought he drank it and for some reason that thought sent me over the edge. Hey it had been a tough week, I can't even tell you all that happened, just know that a little laughter was a cure. The rest of dinner I spent catching myself in laughing fits. I realized he didn't drink it when he handed it to the waitress. A half empty glass with a fly in it. That still makes me laugh as I write it. Although it was less funny when I realized he didn't drink the fly.
Then the rest of the weekend was every time Andrew saw a fly he'd ask if I'd like to see him drink it just so I could have a good laugh again.
There are a few stories in my life that I can't tell with out laughing and I am pretty sure this one just got added.
The rest of the trip was nice, rainy and wet. Me likey. We went to watch the boat races (match car size boats) on The Little Colorado River. My mom bought 40 boats and didn't win anything. She has awesome luck. Then we went to a community dinner and we got the experience of being the youngest in the room. I think my parents were the youngest besides us. At least they looked it! The kids were so bored they both fell asleep. If Andi falls asleep somewhere other than her bed that she is forced into and strapped down, well that doesn't say much about your function.
Back home and back to life.
But that story made my weekend. Hell, week... maybe month!
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
New York City? Get a rope!
Hey folks, it's me, your favorite blogger. Ok well, your blogger that your read from time to time.
Well I'm back to let you know I can really shake em down.... do you love me?
I would much prefer to share our experience in pictures, because as well all know, they say a thousand words. But I have to talk a lot too.
We got to NYC late on Thursday, got to our hotel after being suckered into paying for a ride from a limo company and ended up with $70 out of our money stash, just like that.
We get checked in, get to our room. I change out of my pants that my husband so conveniently spilled an entire tonic and vodka on and walked to some little Irish pub and ate, had a drink and went to bed. Next morning we were up at 5:40am. Really, and that is New York time so in all reality we were up at 2:40am ready to start our day. We went walking around about 7am and you know your off to a great start when just feet away from you is your absolute favorite newscaster of all time.....
Well I'm back to let you know I can really shake em down.... do you love me?
I would much prefer to share our experience in pictures, because as well all know, they say a thousand words. But I have to talk a lot too.
We got to NYC late on Thursday, got to our hotel after being suckered into paying for a ride from a limo company and ended up with $70 out of our money stash, just like that.
We get checked in, get to our room. I change out of my pants that my husband so conveniently spilled an entire tonic and vodka on and walked to some little Irish pub and ate, had a drink and went to bed. Next morning we were up at 5:40am. Really, and that is New York time so in all reality we were up at 2:40am ready to start our day. We went walking around about 7am and you know your off to a great start when just feet away from you is your absolute favorite newscaster of all time.....
That's Diane Sawyer folks, she is so my fav! I was uber excited!
So onto the touristy stuff. We took a ferry to The Statue of Liberty and to Ellis Island. That was pretty cool I guess. I little touristy for me and packed. It is funny how Americans sit a person apart from strangers and 2 foreigners sit in that one man space left for you know PERSONAL SPACE. But whatever, Andrew found his Great Grandfathers information so that was pretty cool.
Us on the ferry.... you will notice this is how all our pictures are, being that we were on vacation with each other, knowing no one else and too embarrassed to ask anyone to take our picture, so all our shots look like Myspace profile pictures.
So after all that fun"ness" we went on up the Subway to Canal street aka Chinatown. I wanted some good ole Chinese food, but what I got was far to ethnic for me to enjoy. We were seated and laughed when the guy asked if we wanted soda or a beer. Andrew said a beer and I said "can't wait to see what kind you get." I only see that in movies where you just say a beer and you get some acme brand beer. Well it happened for real in Chinatown. I had to pee real bad and waited in line for a long time for one bathroom. I knew I was in trouble, I did not say waited in a long line, I said I waited a long time for a one stall potty. While waiting I damn near had a panic attack when in walked a guy with a dead pig over his shoulders. He was holding it like a passed out loved one and I almost screamed when he came awfully close to me. I was getting over my traumatic experience when like a freaking clown car these Chinese guys just kept coming out with pig after pig after pig. Finally the bathroom door opens and I run in, just to want to run back out. I was dry heaving while trying to go potty and get out of there asap. Needless to say my lo mein sat there untouched, totally unloved by a me with no appetite. Andrew loved his beer and lunch. Good for him.
From there things went from worse to worse. I got us lost. Now listen most of Manhattan is on a grid and getting lost is almost a hard thing to do, but downtown is a different story. I wanted to walk up from Canal to Spring and be in Soho and that wasn't working. We got lost, asked person after person for a subway station. We walked in circles for two hours. Andrew started getting snippy with me and I got pissed back. You know fun times. Finally found a sub and went back to the hotel. I napped for 2 hours! I never nap! Never.
After our naps and getting showered we went to this restaurant that Andrew saw on the travel channel with really fancy well fed cows in Japan. We get there and have sticker shock with the menu. They had a $200 steak on the menu and wouldn't you know that was exactly what my husband wanted to order. After threatening his life and everything important to him he downgraded. I went with the cheapest I could find and that was fish. But with wine and an appetizer our meal was well over $200. I almost crapped my pants. It wasn't even that good. Oh but they did have that toilet that is heated and cleans your whoo whoo if you'd like. I really didn't like.
After dinner we went to the uber fashionable meat packing district for drinks. Ha. More like can I have a drink that would cost as much as a cute top? Oh two drinks, maybe a pair of pants too. Andrew ordered a double crown and coke and anyone want to guess how much?????
$22! Twenty freaking two dollars. After that we went next door to some bar on a roof. It was far too cool for me. I just felt old and uncomfortable. My drunk hubby and I (God hopes he was drunk, he freaking better be for a $22 drink!) We got back around 1am and went to bed.
Saturday was shopping in Soho. For real. No getting lost. Had a great time. Weather was perfect, never got lost and saw cool things. Especially Kelly Rippa, her hot husband and their three kids. We walked past them and I pinched Andrew so hard that he yelped. Sorry I had to do something. She was tiny and cute, no make up and looked great. I really couldn't tell you anything about the kids because I was staring at her and Mark (that is his name right?). This was my favorite thing I saw in Soho.....
Check out the rack on that mannequin!
We got caught in a rain storm uptown looking for some shoes for me and stopped at a little french place for lunch. It was yummy.
We went back for a nap. I did find some cute gold sandals to go with my dress, by the way. Along with some yellow ones for another dress.....
Our concierge recommended a restaurant for Saturday night which was a fancy Thai place. I LOVE Thai food so I was so down. Let me tell you, this food was so good I wanted to rub it all over my body. OMG best food ever, with the best ambiance ever. This is what we sat next to. The place is called Kittichai.
And this is us on the way to the comedy club that we compromised on.
We are a couple of classy mofo's I know.
Sunday was central park.... ahhhhh, my favorite place. I love central park and so did Andrew.
I have to admit I was a little sad when I saw a high fashion shoot going on and I said, "that used to be me everyone was looking at." It is weird to get old.
We had a great time at the park, it was so nice out. Walking hand in hand with my husband, sitting by the lake and talking. It was almost surreal.
After CP we went walking down 5th Ave. We noticed something big going on and it turned out to be a Israel pride parade. It certainly was fun people watching. We ended up at Rockefeller center and ate bunch at a cafe. It was very good and then back to our room for naps again. This time we napped 3 hours! We were exhausted. We went to dinner at a Cuban place and had a fun time. Food was pretty good, drinks were really good, coconut mojito, but can you believe they tried to tempt my husband with this lady?????
It's a good thing I am secure in our relationship.
After dinner we walked around with no plans, saw some lady selling comedy tickets and thought what the hell they are only $10, let's go. And we went on top of a porn shop to a small club and saw some funny, some not so funny. But it was an adventure.
The whole trip really was an adventure. No plans, just walking. Only took a cab at night and walked and took the subway by day. I got reaquainted with my old stomping grounds and we had a great time together as a couple.
We finished our last day with lunch at a pizzeria and decided to not spend $70 on a cab to the airport, we'd take the subway and that we did. It took well over an hour but it cost total $14 for the both of us (we had to take a air train to the actual airport from the subway station and that cost $5 each). Plus we REALLY got to see Brooklyn. We overshot our time to get there and ended up at the airport for 3 hours. Took a 5 hour flight home but because of our not so stellar airlines, I won't say their name I will just say it sounds like Smelta, we didn't get in until 10 pm and didn't get our luggage until 11pm. We missed the kids like crazy and were dying to see them. That last day was too much. We needed our girls. Lily was out cold when we got home, but Andi woke up and was so happy to see us. It was a fun reunion, but we were exhausted! Totally exhausted.
We didn't get to sleep until almost 1am and we were both up before 6am. I don't know what our problem is, but that is only ok when you get a nap. Real life I don't get a nap. I told Andrew I'm going to miss our daily naps together.
But I am thinking next time, we do an actual vacation. I am glad Andrew got to see NYC and I got to share that experience with him, but it really wasn't a vacation. We were running the whole time. Maybe next time, a beach with fruity drinks that cost less than a barbie corvette.
Plus I think I am getting too old and spoiled living in the west. Our hotel Kibbert and I shared in Tucson looked like the Taj Mahal compared to the dump in NYC. We had to do squats in the shower. No pool, no spa. I like to relax on vacation and you better believe in August at the wedding in Cancun, Mama is getting spoiled.
This was too long, hu?
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Remember me?
Hey all! Remember me? I am the blogger who tries to maintain a blog from a HOME WITH NO INTERNET ACCESS!!!!!!!!!!! EEERRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!
Anyway, I did manage to come to work today since yesterday we spent 5 (!) hours at the hospital with Lily for this damn study. I never made it to work, she didn't make it to her 2nd to last day of school. I finally got to work today at 11am (had to get a NYC fab hair color first of course) and have been bombarded with work, go figure.
I just had to say hello to all my friends in cyber space. I am so lost without you.
I've got 30 minutes before I have to leave, work out, pack my girls, drop them off at Grandma and Grandpas, get my stuff packed and ready to go, attempt to sleep (but you all know I won't be able to "too excited to sleep") get up at 5am and be at the airport by 6am.
I do have this nervous pit about missing the girls. I miss them just thinking about missing them. But also so excited to spend 5 full days with my husband. It will be like were dating again, in the best city on the planet. Yay!
I will update with pictures, can't wait! I'm sure you'll see me next Wednesday either full of exciting stories of our fabulous love getaway or a report on me wanting to strangle him.
Lets aim for the first!
I'm off!!!!!
Anyway, I did manage to come to work today since yesterday we spent 5 (!) hours at the hospital with Lily for this damn study. I never made it to work, she didn't make it to her 2nd to last day of school. I finally got to work today at 11am (had to get a NYC fab hair color first of course) and have been bombarded with work, go figure.
I just had to say hello to all my friends in cyber space. I am so lost without you.
I've got 30 minutes before I have to leave, work out, pack my girls, drop them off at Grandma and Grandpas, get my stuff packed and ready to go, attempt to sleep (but you all know I won't be able to "too excited to sleep") get up at 5am and be at the airport by 6am.
I do have this nervous pit about missing the girls. I miss them just thinking about missing them. But also so excited to spend 5 full days with my husband. It will be like were dating again, in the best city on the planet. Yay!
I will update with pictures, can't wait! I'm sure you'll see me next Wednesday either full of exciting stories of our fabulous love getaway or a report on me wanting to strangle him.
Lets aim for the first!
I'm off!!!!!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Oprah... again?
So I call Andrew yesterday and he is rushing me off the phone.
Kim: "What are you doing that is so important?"
Andrew: "I'm watching Oprah"
Kim: Waiting a few seconds to hear a giggle, or something, "Seriously, what are you doing?"
Andrew: "I'm watching Oprah, it is Earth Day and Sandra Bullock is talking about ways to go green"
Kim: "Annnnnddddddd........."
Andrew: "I'll talk to you when you get home" and he hangs up.
I sit there, well I am driving, but I am thinking, really? Is this the second time in a month Andrew has choosen to watch Oprah on his own will, at home by himself?
What in the hell is happening? Where is the music? Dododododo...
What's worse is when I came home he tells me how we need to go green.
Excuse me? I am the queen of recycling! I fish cardboard out of the trash can and put it in the recycle bin, that someone else just threw away. I recently got a hybrid car. I don't throw away grocery bags, I save them and reuse them. And that is something that drives him incredibly batty! Don't try to tell me to go green now that Jesse James' wife says it is cool. I was green before green was cool. I breastfed my child for 2 freaking years.... how much more crunchy can I get?
Anyway, thanks Oprah. My lips have been moving for years, but apparently you have gotten my husband to change his life in one hour show, well not even an hour with all those commercials.
Whatever.
I'm guessing our grocery bill just doubled.
Kim: "What are you doing that is so important?"
Andrew: "I'm watching Oprah"
Kim: Waiting a few seconds to hear a giggle, or something, "Seriously, what are you doing?"
Andrew: "I'm watching Oprah, it is Earth Day and Sandra Bullock is talking about ways to go green"
Kim: "Annnnnddddddd........."
Andrew: "I'll talk to you when you get home" and he hangs up.
I sit there, well I am driving, but I am thinking, really? Is this the second time in a month Andrew has choosen to watch Oprah on his own will, at home by himself?
What in the hell is happening? Where is the music? Dododododo...
What's worse is when I came home he tells me how we need to go green.
Excuse me? I am the queen of recycling! I fish cardboard out of the trash can and put it in the recycle bin, that someone else just threw away. I recently got a hybrid car. I don't throw away grocery bags, I save them and reuse them. And that is something that drives him incredibly batty! Don't try to tell me to go green now that Jesse James' wife says it is cool. I was green before green was cool. I breastfed my child for 2 freaking years.... how much more crunchy can I get?
Anyway, thanks Oprah. My lips have been moving for years, but apparently you have gotten my husband to change his life in one hour show, well not even an hour with all those commercials.
Whatever.
I'm guessing our grocery bill just doubled.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Weekend Update, with well.. Me
So this is an odd time for me to blog. It is Prime time. This is my time for TV and thank God for Tivo, I can blog.
I have spent today running Lily to her 4 apts. then to the hospital for the study and then home. I choose to be raped once again by a bike and did spin again and I now am home. Got caught up with my girl TKW and her exciting news, then put the kids to bed.
Since I will relive today all over again tomorrow, but tomorrow will be bringing both girls to the dentist. Oh goody! I wanted to post about this weekend and if I wait until I have a moment of quiet, it may be the next weekend by then.
So we had company this weekend and we had a great time. We dropped the girls off at noon at my moms and headed out to a night race for Nascar. The drive was long and nauseating with my husband at the wheel and it was a hot day. Nothing like seeing pockets coming out of cut off shorts. Mullets. Girl mullets. Skullets. Lots and lots of smoking. Fried bologna sandwiches and lot of alcohol. Lots of it.
We drank, walked around and drank. Walked around. Watched people. Drank. Went to our seats around 5pm and from then on I was stuck in only what I could call my worst nightmare. Sardined packed with people, sitting on the lap of my neighbor. Unable to move around. Only thing in front of me was people. And cars. Going fast. In circles. FOR 316 LAPS. 316! Really?
By lap 60 I was counting how long it takes for them to do a lap, then calculating when the race would end. I prayed. Literally prayed for no cautions that really held things up and messed with my average.
But I will say, as long as you are in good company, anything is fun. I would have been Andrew's worst nightmare if he made me tag along with his buddies, So I do admit I did enjoy myself for the most part
I mostly had fun in the beginning and in the end. If only we could have merged those two together a little closer I would have nothing but fabulous things to say about Nascar.
I left with this, my husband owes me a Broadway show and a good one. One where they don't speak English. Or talk at all. Pure singing. He owes it to me.
I think words are nothing though. I will show my weekend update in pictures. And captions, of course.
Had to buy hats, of course, when you are a compulsive shopper, you even find something to buy at Nascar. I cheered for the hot guy #9 Kasey Kane
I have spent today running Lily to her 4 apts. then to the hospital for the study and then home. I choose to be raped once again by a bike and did spin again and I now am home. Got caught up with my girl TKW and her exciting news, then put the kids to bed.
Since I will relive today all over again tomorrow, but tomorrow will be bringing both girls to the dentist. Oh goody! I wanted to post about this weekend and if I wait until I have a moment of quiet, it may be the next weekend by then.
So we had company this weekend and we had a great time. We dropped the girls off at noon at my moms and headed out to a night race for Nascar. The drive was long and nauseating with my husband at the wheel and it was a hot day. Nothing like seeing pockets coming out of cut off shorts. Mullets. Girl mullets. Skullets. Lots and lots of smoking. Fried bologna sandwiches and lot of alcohol. Lots of it.
We drank, walked around and drank. Walked around. Watched people. Drank. Went to our seats around 5pm and from then on I was stuck in only what I could call my worst nightmare. Sardined packed with people, sitting on the lap of my neighbor. Unable to move around. Only thing in front of me was people. And cars. Going fast. In circles. FOR 316 LAPS. 316! Really?
By lap 60 I was counting how long it takes for them to do a lap, then calculating when the race would end. I prayed. Literally prayed for no cautions that really held things up and messed with my average.
But I will say, as long as you are in good company, anything is fun. I would have been Andrew's worst nightmare if he made me tag along with his buddies, So I do admit I did enjoy myself for the most part
I mostly had fun in the beginning and in the end. If only we could have merged those two together a little closer I would have nothing but fabulous things to say about Nascar.
I left with this, my husband owes me a Broadway show and a good one. One where they don't speak English. Or talk at all. Pure singing. He owes it to me.
I think words are nothing though. I will show my weekend update in pictures. And captions, of course.
Had to buy hats, of course, when you are a compulsive shopper, you even find something to buy at Nascar. I cheered for the hot guy #9 Kasey Kane
Kim: "Why is that car have an upside down 20?"
Everyone but me: "Um... Kim, that is a 7"
Kim: "Really? That really just looks like an upside down 20 to me"
It still looks like an upside down 20 (he finished 2nd btw)
Gotta show me and my boys car, whom ever he is.
And here is one for good measure.... hey lady, the 1st grade called, they want their hairstyle back.
And there you go. Fun times at Nascar.
Sunday was spent lounging pool side. Not IN the pool. Not yet, but it was nice to relax. I'd rather not share those pix though.
I'm off to bed. Well watch my shows I missed while typing all this and then to bed.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Better just read the cliff notes on this one
**Since this is so long, here are the cliff notes, for those of you like me who have ADD, I mean a hard time reading long boring things:
Orgasm, Pregnant for like a minute, and Slug Mullet. That is really all you need to know**
So the whole reason I have a blog is so I can write my thoughts. My feelings. About what is happening in my life. If I am not being honest with myself, than I really feel this blog is pointless. I have no desire to write about niceties. I don’t want to smile and make fake. That is not who I am. That is never who I will be.
Something has been going on with me personally that I haven’t shared except with two people other than my husband. And I really want to share about it. I am just nervous to do so. I am nervous about the phone calls afterwards. I don’t want to talk about it. I want to write about it, and then it’s done. Over with. I don’t need to talk. I just did.
Basically.
It isn’t a dark deep secret, but it is something I have never experienced and sharing it makes me nervous. I feel like maybe I am admitting defeat. I am being most vulnerable. I am not shy about much.
I have implants.
I am on my second marriage.
I had a promiscuous part in my life between two husbands.
My first orgasm? I gave it to myself.
See I don’t have a lot to hide. I believe every step we take leads us to who we become. Have I done some really stupid stuff in my past? Hell yes. Will I continue to stumble though life? Of course I will. I have a big mouth and I am awkward. I will always stumble. But I am who I am and make no excuses for the person that I am.
But there is one issue I keep very private. And that is the issue of wanting another baby. Maybe because it is funnier to say “hell no” to more kids. Maybe it is from the time I was pregnant with Andi and it was finally visible and an older woman at church said to me “Oh my dear, are you pregnant?” I beamed “Yes!” and she said, “Oh my, how scary.” I just looked at her like I had been stabbed and walked away. Yes I am scared! Of course I am scared! I didn’t plan this baby, but she is growing daily in my stomach. She is a part of me and I love her. So yes anyone anywhere having a baby is scary, but do we really have to say that? I know I have a severely disabled daughter and we have NO CLUE why she is who she is. I know this very same thing can happen again. I know. I know. I know! But let’s hope it doesn’t. Pray it doesn’t and well, if it does. It isn’t the end of the world.
So just by mentioning a couple weeks ago the whole stuff about Andrew and Dr. Oz was monumental to me. You all might still be reeling from the whole orgasm thing, but hey to each their own. The whole “let’s make another baby” thing is way bigger, way deeper, way more sharing than anything else I could talk about.
So after sharing all that, let’s go back a couple weeks ok.
Andrew and I have decided to make one last ditch effort in having a boy. And we are going for it… wait let’s go back a year ago real quickly. Last year we decided this. I was still nursing Andi so that could have been the problem, but my period was on time monthly. I was charting, temping and ovulating monthly yet no baby. We did this for 6 months. Then I threw away the thermometer. We said, “let’s just see if it happens” although, when you were already tying, you know when you need to get busy. You just know too much after all that. It kinda takes all the mystery out of getting pregnant. It was so much easier with the girls and it just happening. Andi, totally not even trying.
So it still never happened. Then August I got sick. The sickest I had ever been in my life ever! I was in bed a week. I was constantly vomiting, I had the worst headache I had ever experienced and my husband wasn’t a huge load of help. We were in a much different place last year. I would admit that to being our worst year in our relationship. I am sure the baby didn’t happen, because it wasn’t supposed to at that time in our marriage. So when I got sick and I still had to get Lily ready for school. And Andi was around a lot wanting me to hold her and so on, I vowed I was done with kids, I couldn’t imagine myself having another baby while dealing with that sickness. Andrew thought I was just depressed and needed to get out of bed. I physically couldn’t. It took me over a month to feel 100% and those feelings stayed with me for a while. I decided since I was still anti child it was time to get an IUD. I was not 100% sure about that decision, but I just thought it was the right thing to do. I was so upset with my body for not getting pregnant I thought this was a sure way to say f-u to the whole thing and I got an IUD.
Well that was awful! My periods were outrageous! I gave it four periods to see if it would get better and on my fourth period it was so heavy, the blood was pouring out and there were huge clots and I was looking online at what exactly an IUD is. A minute late, dollar short I know. But I was reading some thoughts that you still can conceive but your uterus doesn’t let the embryo implant and therefore causes a miscarriage. Well I was sure that was what was happening and I was just sick over it. I don’t know if that was the real case or not, but that made me sad. I was under the impression an IUD is like a spermicide, and reading that really bothered me.
Now I am not getting into a pro life, pro-choice argument. I would never tell a person what to do with their body, neither should our government, but in my heart if that is what an IUD is doing then I am totally against that. For me. So in addition to hating my periods, hating what I had read and realizing I want another baby. I don’t want an IUD to kill it. I called my OB and said, “Take it out!” and he did.
So now here we are a couple weeks ago. I have never loved my husband more than now. We are in the most amazing relationship. I still can’t believe it all started in a nightclub. I will never believe that. I found the most amazing person, drunk in a smoky club.
But here we are, where we should have been when we were first decided to have a baby, but now here we are, wanting a third child, a boy if possible. Not that I would mind one iota if we had another girl, I actually think I would prefer it, but we do have a great boy named picked out and I would love to see Andrew with his very own son.
So Easter Sunday morning, with the help of Little Bill and huge chocolate bunnies to keep the girls occupied, I really thought we made our boy. While smiling, and crying through The Color Purple, I thought my son was on his way to the oven. Wouldn’t that be great, conceiving Easter Sunday? Well either great or sacrilegious, you decide.
So come last Wednesday and my boobs are sore, I am thinking, yes, we did it. Then some slight waves of uneasiness come to my tummy and I am sure this is it. Although my period wasn’t due until anywhere from Friday to Sunday (my cycles vary from 28-30 days) I got those First Response Early Detection pregnancy tests and waited until Thursday morning to test.
Thursday morning used my first morning pee and what did I see? Two lines! We did it! We did it! We did it! Yay! (Dora anyone?)
Excited, but knowing it is way to early I only showed Andrew. Being thrifty I bought a three pack and decided to see if daily it got darker. I was excited, but also that morning I had other major issues happening so I was distraught and upset and those two lines got pushed to the back burner.
Friday I tested, not darker. About the same. Well it is still too early. Two lines! Yay!
Saturday, not darker. About the same. Is it still too early? Two lines. Yay, maybe?
I bought another test since I needed to know.
Sunday, not only not darker, but much much fainter. My stomach drops. It is not too early. Two lines, fading. Not good. I still call and leave a message with my OB explaining that I am neurotic and want to get blood work.
Shouldn’t have called. Sunday night I start having cramps and my period comes. Devastated. My period came.
My period came after 4 positive pregnancy tests.
4.
I called Monday morning left another message to my OB saying never mind. He called me back still wanting blood work. He said come in on Monday, if I don’t call you Tuesday assume it was positive and come back on Wednesday to see if your numbers are doubling. I go in. No call Tuesday, although I am still bleeding. Very strange period. Light. Much lighter than ever before. And short. It is almost over after only 4 days. But I am no dummy, I knew it was over. I did one last ditch digital test Wednesday and it said Not Pregnant you idiot you are on your period. I could have settled just for the Not Pregnant.
So here I am one week after all this started. Bummed, but ok. I just wish the Dr. would call and confirm that I had an early miscarriage. I know. I can’t believe it. I know they happen to almost everyone. I just never wanted to be everyone.
I also know had I waited until my period was indeed late, like really late I would have never known. But I just knew it. Damn those early detection tests.
It is ok. I don’t need hugs. I don’t need to talk about this. It isn’t like I had a nursery planned. We will keep trying. But this was just heavily on my mind all week and I wanted to share.
The good news is since I am being dragged to a Nascar race this Saturday and I know that in order for me to play slug mullet I will need beer. And lots of it. So it is probably better than I don’t have to go through that sober.
We will continue to try and besides the due date would have been around Christmas break that would have been tough. So yes it was a bummer to get excited and to have been let down. But we will try again. I am talking about it and will continue to do so.
It is scary to try again. It is scary to admit to be trying. But it is something we both want and will be happy to welcome into our lives.
Wow. This took over an hour to write. I don’t know if you will all get through it and maybe that is for the best. Just read the cliff notes.
Orgasm, Pregnant for like a minute, and Slug Mullet. That is really all you need to know**
So the whole reason I have a blog is so I can write my thoughts. My feelings. About what is happening in my life. If I am not being honest with myself, than I really feel this blog is pointless. I have no desire to write about niceties. I don’t want to smile and make fake. That is not who I am. That is never who I will be.
Something has been going on with me personally that I haven’t shared except with two people other than my husband. And I really want to share about it. I am just nervous to do so. I am nervous about the phone calls afterwards. I don’t want to talk about it. I want to write about it, and then it’s done. Over with. I don’t need to talk. I just did.
Basically.
It isn’t a dark deep secret, but it is something I have never experienced and sharing it makes me nervous. I feel like maybe I am admitting defeat. I am being most vulnerable. I am not shy about much.
I have implants.
I am on my second marriage.
I had a promiscuous part in my life between two husbands.
My first orgasm? I gave it to myself.
See I don’t have a lot to hide. I believe every step we take leads us to who we become. Have I done some really stupid stuff in my past? Hell yes. Will I continue to stumble though life? Of course I will. I have a big mouth and I am awkward. I will always stumble. But I am who I am and make no excuses for the person that I am.
But there is one issue I keep very private. And that is the issue of wanting another baby. Maybe because it is funnier to say “hell no” to more kids. Maybe it is from the time I was pregnant with Andi and it was finally visible and an older woman at church said to me “Oh my dear, are you pregnant?” I beamed “Yes!” and she said, “Oh my, how scary.” I just looked at her like I had been stabbed and walked away. Yes I am scared! Of course I am scared! I didn’t plan this baby, but she is growing daily in my stomach. She is a part of me and I love her. So yes anyone anywhere having a baby is scary, but do we really have to say that? I know I have a severely disabled daughter and we have NO CLUE why she is who she is. I know this very same thing can happen again. I know. I know. I know! But let’s hope it doesn’t. Pray it doesn’t and well, if it does. It isn’t the end of the world.
So just by mentioning a couple weeks ago the whole stuff about Andrew and Dr. Oz was monumental to me. You all might still be reeling from the whole orgasm thing, but hey to each their own. The whole “let’s make another baby” thing is way bigger, way deeper, way more sharing than anything else I could talk about.
So after sharing all that, let’s go back a couple weeks ok.
Andrew and I have decided to make one last ditch effort in having a boy. And we are going for it… wait let’s go back a year ago real quickly. Last year we decided this. I was still nursing Andi so that could have been the problem, but my period was on time monthly. I was charting, temping and ovulating monthly yet no baby. We did this for 6 months. Then I threw away the thermometer. We said, “let’s just see if it happens” although, when you were already tying, you know when you need to get busy. You just know too much after all that. It kinda takes all the mystery out of getting pregnant. It was so much easier with the girls and it just happening. Andi, totally not even trying.
So it still never happened. Then August I got sick. The sickest I had ever been in my life ever! I was in bed a week. I was constantly vomiting, I had the worst headache I had ever experienced and my husband wasn’t a huge load of help. We were in a much different place last year. I would admit that to being our worst year in our relationship. I am sure the baby didn’t happen, because it wasn’t supposed to at that time in our marriage. So when I got sick and I still had to get Lily ready for school. And Andi was around a lot wanting me to hold her and so on, I vowed I was done with kids, I couldn’t imagine myself having another baby while dealing with that sickness. Andrew thought I was just depressed and needed to get out of bed. I physically couldn’t. It took me over a month to feel 100% and those feelings stayed with me for a while. I decided since I was still anti child it was time to get an IUD. I was not 100% sure about that decision, but I just thought it was the right thing to do. I was so upset with my body for not getting pregnant I thought this was a sure way to say f-u to the whole thing and I got an IUD.
Well that was awful! My periods were outrageous! I gave it four periods to see if it would get better and on my fourth period it was so heavy, the blood was pouring out and there were huge clots and I was looking online at what exactly an IUD is. A minute late, dollar short I know. But I was reading some thoughts that you still can conceive but your uterus doesn’t let the embryo implant and therefore causes a miscarriage. Well I was sure that was what was happening and I was just sick over it. I don’t know if that was the real case or not, but that made me sad. I was under the impression an IUD is like a spermicide, and reading that really bothered me.
Now I am not getting into a pro life, pro-choice argument. I would never tell a person what to do with their body, neither should our government, but in my heart if that is what an IUD is doing then I am totally against that. For me. So in addition to hating my periods, hating what I had read and realizing I want another baby. I don’t want an IUD to kill it. I called my OB and said, “Take it out!” and he did.
So now here we are a couple weeks ago. I have never loved my husband more than now. We are in the most amazing relationship. I still can’t believe it all started in a nightclub. I will never believe that. I found the most amazing person, drunk in a smoky club.
But here we are, where we should have been when we were first decided to have a baby, but now here we are, wanting a third child, a boy if possible. Not that I would mind one iota if we had another girl, I actually think I would prefer it, but we do have a great boy named picked out and I would love to see Andrew with his very own son.
So Easter Sunday morning, with the help of Little Bill and huge chocolate bunnies to keep the girls occupied, I really thought we made our boy. While smiling, and crying through The Color Purple, I thought my son was on his way to the oven. Wouldn’t that be great, conceiving Easter Sunday? Well either great or sacrilegious, you decide.
So come last Wednesday and my boobs are sore, I am thinking, yes, we did it. Then some slight waves of uneasiness come to my tummy and I am sure this is it. Although my period wasn’t due until anywhere from Friday to Sunday (my cycles vary from 28-30 days) I got those First Response Early Detection pregnancy tests and waited until Thursday morning to test.
Thursday morning used my first morning pee and what did I see? Two lines! We did it! We did it! We did it! Yay! (Dora anyone?)
Excited, but knowing it is way to early I only showed Andrew. Being thrifty I bought a three pack and decided to see if daily it got darker. I was excited, but also that morning I had other major issues happening so I was distraught and upset and those two lines got pushed to the back burner.
Friday I tested, not darker. About the same. Well it is still too early. Two lines! Yay!
Saturday, not darker. About the same. Is it still too early? Two lines. Yay, maybe?
I bought another test since I needed to know.
Sunday, not only not darker, but much much fainter. My stomach drops. It is not too early. Two lines, fading. Not good. I still call and leave a message with my OB explaining that I am neurotic and want to get blood work.
Shouldn’t have called. Sunday night I start having cramps and my period comes. Devastated. My period came.
My period came after 4 positive pregnancy tests.
4.
I called Monday morning left another message to my OB saying never mind. He called me back still wanting blood work. He said come in on Monday, if I don’t call you Tuesday assume it was positive and come back on Wednesday to see if your numbers are doubling. I go in. No call Tuesday, although I am still bleeding. Very strange period. Light. Much lighter than ever before. And short. It is almost over after only 4 days. But I am no dummy, I knew it was over. I did one last ditch digital test Wednesday and it said Not Pregnant you idiot you are on your period. I could have settled just for the Not Pregnant.
So here I am one week after all this started. Bummed, but ok. I just wish the Dr. would call and confirm that I had an early miscarriage. I know. I can’t believe it. I know they happen to almost everyone. I just never wanted to be everyone.
I also know had I waited until my period was indeed late, like really late I would have never known. But I just knew it. Damn those early detection tests.
It is ok. I don’t need hugs. I don’t need to talk about this. It isn’t like I had a nursery planned. We will keep trying. But this was just heavily on my mind all week and I wanted to share.
The good news is since I am being dragged to a Nascar race this Saturday and I know that in order for me to play slug mullet I will need beer. And lots of it. So it is probably better than I don’t have to go through that sober.
We will continue to try and besides the due date would have been around Christmas break that would have been tough. So yes it was a bummer to get excited and to have been let down. But we will try again. I am talking about it and will continue to do so.
It is scary to try again. It is scary to admit to be trying. But it is something we both want and will be happy to welcome into our lives.
Wow. This took over an hour to write. I don’t know if you will all get through it and maybe that is for the best. Just read the cliff notes.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Ain't no gold out there....
So I have learned through trial and error (as we all do) you don't bash on the internet. Yes it feels amazing to do so, but usually there are consequences to hitting that publish post button.
Therefore, I will not tell you why my husband is not my favorite person, I will simply say this:
He will have a much easier time finding GOLD in our backyard then getting any loving from me, for a looooonnnng time.
Therefore, I will not tell you why my husband is not my favorite person, I will simply say this:
He will have a much easier time finding GOLD in our backyard then getting any loving from me, for a looooonnnng time.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
She Said, He Heard
So this is what I said to Andrew yesterday:
Me: "I was looking at you at lunch today and I told myself how lucky I am to have such an attractive and hilarious husband."
Then I gave him a peck on the lips.
Andrew: "You wanna do me, don't you?"
Me: "I was looking at you at lunch today and I told myself how lucky I am to have such an attractive and hilarious husband."
Then I gave him a peck on the lips.
Andrew: "You wanna do me, don't you?"
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Seriously???
So Andrew gets a $300 gift certificate to Nordstrom from my parents for his birthday, I know more than I got him. Anyway, it was burning in his wallet and went shopping yesterday.
I come home and he shows me his very cute new jeans. He says "You can have the rest of the gift card", my eyes light up, "Really?!" and he says "Sure, there is $40 on it". "$40? $40! You spent $260 on jeans????!!!!" "Yup" was all he replied. I'm still in shock.
I know jeans can be expensive, but only once in my life I spent $200 on jeans and it made me sick and I probably paid interest on them for an entire year. I still have them, but they truth is they aren't my favorite. My butt crack hangs out of them. I much prefer my jeans from the Buckle I got last month.
Anyway.... I could have had my entire family dressed, but it was his birthday gift.
Still thinking of what I will do with my $40......
I come home and he shows me his very cute new jeans. He says "You can have the rest of the gift card", my eyes light up, "Really?!" and he says "Sure, there is $40 on it". "$40? $40! You spent $260 on jeans????!!!!" "Yup" was all he replied. I'm still in shock.
I know jeans can be expensive, but only once in my life I spent $200 on jeans and it made me sick and I probably paid interest on them for an entire year. I still have them, but they truth is they aren't my favorite. My butt crack hangs out of them. I much prefer my jeans from the Buckle I got last month.
Anyway.... I could have had my entire family dressed, but it was his birthday gift.
Still thinking of what I will do with my $40......
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Happy Birthday Andrew!
I wanted to wish a very happy birthday to my classy, sexy, tattooed sleeved, youthful husband!
Andrew turns 26 today on the 26th of February!
Happy Birthday Baby!
I can't believe you keep getting older and I am not. You'll catch up with me pretty soon.
I love you!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Diarrhea of the soul
Most of you know I was married.
Before Andrew.
I married my HS sweetheart whom although I loved, I don't know if I really thought it was a life time commitment. I know that doesn't make sense, but what 20 year old usually does? Most the women in my family married their HS sweetheart. It is what you do. Graduate, get married, have kids. I wanted the wedding and I had it. It was beautiful. It was the perfect wedding with the wrong guy. I didn't say bad guy, I just said wrong guy. The funny thing is though; with him I never wanted kids. I have always been that person that couldn't wait to have kids. I remember praying, since we were so overly taught in Sunday school to fear the rapture, I prayed that I could be a mom before the rapture. Strange prayer I know, but I just so badly wanted to be a mom. Yet I was married, but didn't want kids. Let me rephrase, I didn't want kids with my husband. I have said this before and strongly believe that having a child with someone is the biggest commitment you can make to another person. I just feel that you have to know what you are getting into when you make a child with someone. I know unplanned pregnancies happen, I believe everything happens for a reason, but I also think you are now stuck with a person you don't like for the rest of your life. You are linked to that person b/c of your child. I never wanted that. I never wanted to have to be linked to anyone I didn't want to be linked to. After our divorce was final and when everything was said and done I saw my ex in October of 2000 and that was the last I have seen or ever heard from him and that was it. It wasn't messy, we just walked away. I liked it that way.
But being 21 and a divorcee is a little disheartening. I followed my heart to the alter and followed it to the divorce store (literally). I rarely care what people think of me. I like to dance and sing silly. I like to wear funny clothes and get people to laugh. I love being on stage and acting. So it wasn't out of my character to easily fall out of love and act on it. What I didn't expect was all the opinions of people totally not involved. It was weird to feel so judged. It was weird to go to a church and feel like you are looked at like a sinner. It still is weird to tell people I was married before. It was something I acted on and didn't think of the consequences until it was too late. I got phone calls, cards, people coming straight up to me to tell me how marriage works and what I did wrong and blah blah blah.
But you know what, I have regrets in life, yes I do. But that marriage isn't one of them. I couldn't begin to tell you all what I learned in those months of freedom, freedom I would have never known or appreciated had I not been married. I lived in an apartment on my own. I dated lots (lots!). I'd elaborate, but my mom is a reader ;) From the age of 16 I went from one boyfriend to the next one and that one I married. I had no idea what was in the world and I got to learn. Oh boy did I learn. Oh boy did I live. Did I do some random dumb things? Of course I did, but I needed to do it. I needed to make mistakes. I needed to make out with strangers. I needed to live so I didn't feel so uncomfortable when I decided to settle down and do it for real.
I met Andrew way sooner than I would have liked to or expected to, but he was the one. Although I certainly wasn't looking for him, I knew he was it and he was. He is. We had Lily one year after our wedding anniversary because I wanted to be linked to him forever. I wanted to commit to him in a way I had never committed before.
The funny thing is my ex isn't a bad person. I have nothing bad to say about him. He just wasn't my guy. It is so weird to write about it. To be so open about this, something I rarely talk about, but I felt like it needed to come out.
A little verbal (non verbal) diarrhea is good for the soul.
Before Andrew.
I married my HS sweetheart whom although I loved, I don't know if I really thought it was a life time commitment. I know that doesn't make sense, but what 20 year old usually does? Most the women in my family married their HS sweetheart. It is what you do. Graduate, get married, have kids. I wanted the wedding and I had it. It was beautiful. It was the perfect wedding with the wrong guy. I didn't say bad guy, I just said wrong guy. The funny thing is though; with him I never wanted kids. I have always been that person that couldn't wait to have kids. I remember praying, since we were so overly taught in Sunday school to fear the rapture, I prayed that I could be a mom before the rapture. Strange prayer I know, but I just so badly wanted to be a mom. Yet I was married, but didn't want kids. Let me rephrase, I didn't want kids with my husband. I have said this before and strongly believe that having a child with someone is the biggest commitment you can make to another person. I just feel that you have to know what you are getting into when you make a child with someone. I know unplanned pregnancies happen, I believe everything happens for a reason, but I also think you are now stuck with a person you don't like for the rest of your life. You are linked to that person b/c of your child. I never wanted that. I never wanted to have to be linked to anyone I didn't want to be linked to. After our divorce was final and when everything was said and done I saw my ex in October of 2000 and that was the last I have seen or ever heard from him and that was it. It wasn't messy, we just walked away. I liked it that way.
But being 21 and a divorcee is a little disheartening. I followed my heart to the alter and followed it to the divorce store (literally). I rarely care what people think of me. I like to dance and sing silly. I like to wear funny clothes and get people to laugh. I love being on stage and acting. So it wasn't out of my character to easily fall out of love and act on it. What I didn't expect was all the opinions of people totally not involved. It was weird to feel so judged. It was weird to go to a church and feel like you are looked at like a sinner. It still is weird to tell people I was married before. It was something I acted on and didn't think of the consequences until it was too late. I got phone calls, cards, people coming straight up to me to tell me how marriage works and what I did wrong and blah blah blah.
But you know what, I have regrets in life, yes I do. But that marriage isn't one of them. I couldn't begin to tell you all what I learned in those months of freedom, freedom I would have never known or appreciated had I not been married. I lived in an apartment on my own. I dated lots (lots!). I'd elaborate, but my mom is a reader ;) From the age of 16 I went from one boyfriend to the next one and that one I married. I had no idea what was in the world and I got to learn. Oh boy did I learn. Oh boy did I live. Did I do some random dumb things? Of course I did, but I needed to do it. I needed to make mistakes. I needed to make out with strangers. I needed to live so I didn't feel so uncomfortable when I decided to settle down and do it for real.
I met Andrew way sooner than I would have liked to or expected to, but he was the one. Although I certainly wasn't looking for him, I knew he was it and he was. He is. We had Lily one year after our wedding anniversary because I wanted to be linked to him forever. I wanted to commit to him in a way I had never committed before.
The funny thing is my ex isn't a bad person. I have nothing bad to say about him. He just wasn't my guy. It is so weird to write about it. To be so open about this, something I rarely talk about, but I felt like it needed to come out.
A little verbal (non verbal) diarrhea is good for the soul.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Kim's Feeling Randy!!
So after a fun filled Saturday, we went to Salt Lake City Sunday afternoon.
Our flight was on time. Lily was happy. Things were great. Our Phx airport looked like Vegas or LA. So many pretty people, I felt like a sloth. I guess it was the pretty people who were invited to the events, but didn't get THE ticket so they went home on Sunday.
I still swear I saw Joel Madden, but Andrew says I did not.
We show up in SLC to a winter wonderland. The snow was falling, yet it wasn't as cold as Kentucky. It was nice actually. The mountains were gorgeous and Andrew wished we had stayed an extra day to get some snowboarding in.... then we got to learn the politics of Utah and wanted to go right back home.
We rolled up into our hotel at half time. I am not a huge football fan. I like football, but I hate watching it on tv. There are too many commercial breaks. But Super Bowl I like. I like the game and the commercials. I especially like the last quarter of the game. So it is half time, of Super Bowl playing in MY home state. I want to watch the game; Andrew wants to watch the game. We want to see the game. We'd like a beer as well as we watch the game. Is that so wrong? Isn't every other person in the United States of America doing just that? Beer and the game? Well apparently NOT in Utah. Our hotel was empty. Totally deserted! We are starving, we had peanuts in our belly. We go to the restaurant and ask if they have a TV. Nope. Ok let's go to the lounge. Sorry you can't come in here with your daughter? We can't sit at a table, order food and watch the game on your TV? Nope we couldn't. Feeling bad for the laws of their state, Utah ain't messing around with the whole "it takes a village" thing; they offer us the key to the top floors concierge suite were they had a couple crackers, some cheese that had been out since the game started and some Pepsi products.
Ok back to our room. Order room service pay $75 (!) for a grilled cheese, mac and cheese and fettuccini and 4 beers. Finally watched the 4th qtr in our room, and what a 4th qtr that was! It was awesome! Go Giants! I had tears in my eyes watching Peyton clapping for his brother. That was just so sweet! I know I am so full of estrogen.
So finally off to bed after House. Lily was on the pull out sofa and we were in the king bed. Lily was having one of those nights where she'd fall asleep and then wake up screaming. It happened three times so after the third screaming fit, I debated over it and gave it half a klonopin. Bad idea!
Come morning I fed her and bathed her half asleep. We got to the hospital and she was still asleep. We'd wake her and she'd be pissed. She didn't do much for the Dr. but it was a good apt. anyway. We just needed to get "in" with Shriner's and now we are. The Dr. was awesome and the whole place was very nice. She got some x-rays and they showed some curvature on her spine, but she thinks it will improve in therapy and no need for a brace yet. Her hips look great. We got hooked up with a place here to get her new AFO's and SMO's which is totally exciting, knowing here in AZ they'd rather eat off their own arms then give us some new anything. Then they also decided that they would get her a new chair, but that will have to be a one week process and we have to do it once again in SLC. The land of the beautiful, but ultra conservative (is anyone else running in these elections besides Mitt Romney? You'd never know if all you watched was local Utah news) (sorry not judging).
But getting a chair that we actually need, instead of what our state will allow here is worth it.
Getting back the airport was super fun! Listening to Andrew scream at the poor GPS girl is always a hoot. And it was super fun when we got an earlier flight, pre boarded for it and they put Lily's wheelchair in under the plane. We sat down and then the captain came on to tell us and the handful of others who came in from Denver that we had to sit there for 2 hours, b/c AZ was raining and full of "rich people with private jets that took priority", words of the Southwest Pilot, not mine. I didn't see him, but I can pretty much guarantee there was a birdie flashed or at least an eye roll with that statement. We were stuck on a plane that was not moving for 2 hours. Did I mention how crabby Lily was from the previous night’s klonopin dose? I ran off the plane at that news and left Andrew with Lily and snuck on a flight to LA and that is where I am writing from today. Well I did get me a Starbucks. Did I mention my inability to find one in that morning? Then I sat and held my crabby, then sleepy 46 lb daughter for the next 3 hours. What fun. Oh I did get to help the captain with an answer on his crossword puzzle. Super duper! At least I downloaded all the Samantha Who episodes on my Itouch and watched almost all of them. What a great show! I can't wait to see it when it starts back up. When these writers get off their asses and stop complaining. Do they think they are that important to leave so many other people jobless? I bet you I could find 100 new writers who would kill for an opportunity to write for a TV show and they would be just as good and promise not to go all union on us.
OOOHHHHH Kim is in for it today aren't I? First Utah, then Mitt and now Union.......
Our flight was on time. Lily was happy. Things were great. Our Phx airport looked like Vegas or LA. So many pretty people, I felt like a sloth. I guess it was the pretty people who were invited to the events, but didn't get THE ticket so they went home on Sunday.
I still swear I saw Joel Madden, but Andrew says I did not.
We show up in SLC to a winter wonderland. The snow was falling, yet it wasn't as cold as Kentucky. It was nice actually. The mountains were gorgeous and Andrew wished we had stayed an extra day to get some snowboarding in.... then we got to learn the politics of Utah and wanted to go right back home.
We rolled up into our hotel at half time. I am not a huge football fan. I like football, but I hate watching it on tv. There are too many commercial breaks. But Super Bowl I like. I like the game and the commercials. I especially like the last quarter of the game. So it is half time, of Super Bowl playing in MY home state. I want to watch the game; Andrew wants to watch the game. We want to see the game. We'd like a beer as well as we watch the game. Is that so wrong? Isn't every other person in the United States of America doing just that? Beer and the game? Well apparently NOT in Utah. Our hotel was empty. Totally deserted! We are starving, we had peanuts in our belly. We go to the restaurant and ask if they have a TV. Nope. Ok let's go to the lounge. Sorry you can't come in here with your daughter? We can't sit at a table, order food and watch the game on your TV? Nope we couldn't. Feeling bad for the laws of their state, Utah ain't messing around with the whole "it takes a village" thing; they offer us the key to the top floors concierge suite were they had a couple crackers, some cheese that had been out since the game started and some Pepsi products.
Ok back to our room. Order room service pay $75 (!) for a grilled cheese, mac and cheese and fettuccini and 4 beers. Finally watched the 4th qtr in our room, and what a 4th qtr that was! It was awesome! Go Giants! I had tears in my eyes watching Peyton clapping for his brother. That was just so sweet! I know I am so full of estrogen.
So finally off to bed after House. Lily was on the pull out sofa and we were in the king bed. Lily was having one of those nights where she'd fall asleep and then wake up screaming. It happened three times so after the third screaming fit, I debated over it and gave it half a klonopin. Bad idea!
Come morning I fed her and bathed her half asleep. We got to the hospital and she was still asleep. We'd wake her and she'd be pissed. She didn't do much for the Dr. but it was a good apt. anyway. We just needed to get "in" with Shriner's and now we are. The Dr. was awesome and the whole place was very nice. She got some x-rays and they showed some curvature on her spine, but she thinks it will improve in therapy and no need for a brace yet. Her hips look great. We got hooked up with a place here to get her new AFO's and SMO's which is totally exciting, knowing here in AZ they'd rather eat off their own arms then give us some new anything. Then they also decided that they would get her a new chair, but that will have to be a one week process and we have to do it once again in SLC. The land of the beautiful, but ultra conservative (is anyone else running in these elections besides Mitt Romney? You'd never know if all you watched was local Utah news) (sorry not judging).
But getting a chair that we actually need, instead of what our state will allow here is worth it.
Getting back the airport was super fun! Listening to Andrew scream at the poor GPS girl is always a hoot. And it was super fun when we got an earlier flight, pre boarded for it and they put Lily's wheelchair in under the plane. We sat down and then the captain came on to tell us and the handful of others who came in from Denver that we had to sit there for 2 hours, b/c AZ was raining and full of "rich people with private jets that took priority", words of the Southwest Pilot, not mine. I didn't see him, but I can pretty much guarantee there was a birdie flashed or at least an eye roll with that statement. We were stuck on a plane that was not moving for 2 hours. Did I mention how crabby Lily was from the previous night’s klonopin dose? I ran off the plane at that news and left Andrew with Lily and snuck on a flight to LA and that is where I am writing from today. Well I did get me a Starbucks. Did I mention my inability to find one in that morning? Then I sat and held my crabby, then sleepy 46 lb daughter for the next 3 hours. What fun. Oh I did get to help the captain with an answer on his crossword puzzle. Super duper! At least I downloaded all the Samantha Who episodes on my Itouch and watched almost all of them. What a great show! I can't wait to see it when it starts back up. When these writers get off their asses and stop complaining. Do they think they are that important to leave so many other people jobless? I bet you I could find 100 new writers who would kill for an opportunity to write for a TV show and they would be just as good and promise not to go all union on us.
OOOHHHHH Kim is in for it today aren't I? First Utah, then Mitt and now Union.......
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Happy Anniversary.... to who?
Get this, I am sitting at my house in total quiet. Andrew took MIL to the airport. Andi is napping and Lily went for a walk with her nurse. What do I do with my time? Blog!
So last night was lovely. A nice expensive dinner that, although it kills me to spend as much on dinner as I could a pair of designer jeans, it was very nice. In the famous words of my dad after an expensive dinner, "enjoy your sh!t tomorrow!"
We had a great time! What a wonderful way to spend an evening with your husband. No kids, wonderful food, lots of wine, being served, no dishes.
We talked the whole night from everything to everything. At one point while our waitress was bringing something, or taking something away she must have heard us discuss how fast the years have flown by, this August we will celebrate 7 years of marriage. Obviously she didn't hear the whole AUGUST thing, because she bought us out souffle with a candle in it. She said "happy anniversary, the souffle is on the house". We just muttered our embarrassed thanks and looked at each other. We live by a pretty high moral/ethic code meaning you really shouldn't take anything that is not ours. You don't lie and you probably shouldn't say thank you and eat a gift not really deserving of ourselves, but screw it! Happy Anniversary! We were given a card to fill out and they send coupons for birthdays and anniversary's so I guess from now on Jan. 25th will be our anniversary dinner at Flemming's. LOL we found this highly amusing. Especially after a couple glasses of wine.
I wanted to add one more thing, at dinner Andrew says "I know this sounds so gay, but I kind of can't wait to go to Disney on Ice". Having my feelers out, trying to see if he is serious or kidding I ask "why" and he says "I can't wait to see Andi's face when the princesses' come out and Lily's face when she sees the lights and hears the music". My heart melted. Did I really meet him at a nightclub when he was 18 years old? Can that really happen? I'm a lucky girl.
Oh don't you dare tell him I told that story, he has an image to live up to you know, he does have his entire arm sleeved (tattoo speaking), he is a tough guy.
So last night was lovely. A nice expensive dinner that, although it kills me to spend as much on dinner as I could a pair of designer jeans, it was very nice. In the famous words of my dad after an expensive dinner, "enjoy your sh!t tomorrow!"
We had a great time! What a wonderful way to spend an evening with your husband. No kids, wonderful food, lots of wine, being served, no dishes.
We talked the whole night from everything to everything. At one point while our waitress was bringing something, or taking something away she must have heard us discuss how fast the years have flown by, this August we will celebrate 7 years of marriage. Obviously she didn't hear the whole AUGUST thing, because she bought us out souffle with a candle in it. She said "happy anniversary, the souffle is on the house". We just muttered our embarrassed thanks and looked at each other. We live by a pretty high moral/ethic code meaning you really shouldn't take anything that is not ours. You don't lie and you probably shouldn't say thank you and eat a gift not really deserving of ourselves, but screw it! Happy Anniversary! We were given a card to fill out and they send coupons for birthdays and anniversary's so I guess from now on Jan. 25th will be our anniversary dinner at Flemming's. LOL we found this highly amusing. Especially after a couple glasses of wine.
I wanted to add one more thing, at dinner Andrew says "I know this sounds so gay, but I kind of can't wait to go to Disney on Ice". Having my feelers out, trying to see if he is serious or kidding I ask "why" and he says "I can't wait to see Andi's face when the princesses' come out and Lily's face when she sees the lights and hears the music". My heart melted. Did I really meet him at a nightclub when he was 18 years old? Can that really happen? I'm a lucky girl.
Oh don't you dare tell him I told that story, he has an image to live up to you know, he does have his entire arm sleeved (tattoo speaking), he is a tough guy.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Happy New Year!
Well my Grandpa is still at the AZ Heart Hospital and he is scheduled for major surgery on Tues. I guess only 15% of his heart is functioning. They said smoking really damages your heart. He has phenomena right now so once that clears a bit they will operate. That is as long as he can stay put. He thinks he is in the hospital so they can make money. He is a rather stubborn old guy. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers please.
All in all 2006 has been a pretty good year to us. No major problems, Lily has stayed out of the hospital and Andi is just growing and learning.
Andrew and I have a stronger marriage and am actually a "happily married couple".
We only hope 2007 continues our good luck streak!
Happy New Year to you all!
All in all 2006 has been a pretty good year to us. No major problems, Lily has stayed out of the hospital and Andi is just growing and learning.
Andrew and I have a stronger marriage and am actually a "happily married couple".
We only hope 2007 continues our good luck streak!
Happy New Year to you all!
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