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Sunday, October 30, 2005

I got fed up with my regular ISP and in a fit of crazy pregnancy-induced rage, I cancelled them. Not a good thing to do when I hadn't signed up with another provider. I'm posting from our local university because I have no internet service at home and it looks like it will be a couple of weeks before I have DSL again.

On to the good stuff. I had an ultrasound last week and man, is this little sucker a mover...arms and legs waving like crazy (I think he was just showing off). I say "he" just because I'm hoping for a boy, but we won't find out the sex for probably 6 weeks or so. We got a good side pic of him giving a thumbs-up. God help us, I think we may have another Anna on our hands. At least my sweet little Cassie is still salvageable.

School is school, and work is work, nothing to report there.

I need to get home since it's almost 11 p.m. and I still need to make finger sandwiches for Anna's class and bake cookie's for Cassie's. Both of their classes are having Halloween parties tomorrow. Of course we'll be trick-or-treating tomorrow night, which means Mommy will have a nice little stash of chocolate for at least a month. Hey...my Dad did it to me, now it's my turn.

This week, I'll have to post about the girls' reaction to being told they are going to have a baby brother or sister.

Oh...and last but not least...hi to the new readers that have commented! I promise to post more regularly with I have internet again.

Hope everyone has a safe and fun Halloween!

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Anna Strikes Again (And the Post For Which I Will Get Hate Mail for Being a Coldhearted, Insensitive Bitch)

Peter Pan was wonderful. Well, all except for the part when the lights dimmed and Anna informed the people still talking (in her loudest voice, I might add), "OOOOOKAY people....it's time to BE QUIET!" I hid the best I could, but still got some looks. They were mostly sympathetic looks, but the white trash family that showed up and conveniently sat in the row in front of us glared at me like, "How dare your child tell us to be quiet!".

OK, I'm not trying to be all uppity or snobby, but this was not Sesame Street Live. This was opening night of a major production. Maybe these people didn't have the water to at least wipe the food off of their kids faces. Maybe they don't own a comb to run through their kids hair. Maybe they didn't have clothes that were clean. I don't know and I feel terrible if they really didn't. However, regardless of their living situation is, it is never, ever appropriate to yell in a booming voice in the middle of a production, "Justin, Maggie, and Bobby! If you don't sit yer asses still in those chairs, I'm gonna take you out to the car and give ya'll a bustin!" Nor is it appropriate to sit in your chair watching the play as you hold your child by his overall straps while the child screams bloody murder as he tries to get away to run down the aisle. These people were asked to leave before it got any worse.

Growing up, we didn't have much money. We weren't living in poverty, but for a stretch of time, we did have to have government assistance and rarely did my clothes come from anywhere but Goodwill (unless my Grandmother bought them). However, when we left the house, we were clean, our hair and teeth were brushed, and we were well mannered. I don't give a rat's ass what your socioeconomic status is, there is an appropriate way to act in public that is appropriate for everyone. Kids will be kids (Lord how I know this well), and it was the parent's behavior that appalled me. Even Anna, queen of inappropriateness, kept looking at me like, "What is the deal with these people?"

Alright, I'll get off of my high horse. But, if anyone has something to say to me about this, bring it on. I'm feelin' a bit scrappy today.

The highlight of the night was that the girls were mesmerized by the show. After it was over, Anna commented that there was something different about Peter Pan. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was probably because Peter was a woman.

I ended up playing hooky on Friday, so I missed my test. I was feeling under the weather after we got home Thursday night and still felt that way Friday morning, so I called in. I rescheduled my test for tomorrow afternoon, which isn't a bad thing since I didn't study last week.

I hope everyone has a wonderful week! I will be spending mine making up work hours since I called in this weekend.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Tomorrow, I May Be Crying, But Tonight I'm Having Fun

The ultrasound went great. I have a perfect little blob with a perfect teeny-tiny beating heart. Everything looks good.

I have a test tomorrow, and have I studied? Nope. Not one bit. Should I be studying now? Yep, but instead, I'm getting ready to take the girls to see the Broadway production of Peter Pan with Cathy Rigby that has come to our town. I scored some free tickets from a friend who works for one of the sponsors. Since she can't go, she gave us her tickets. Poor Ed will have to miss out since he is stuck at a JV football game freezing his ass off in the rain. It's in the 40's here today which is crazy since it was 88 degrees yesterday. I really need to get the hell out of this part of Texas.

Well, we're off to the play which I'm sure will be much more entertaining than sitting here studying management styles, policies, and procedures. I'm such a dedicated student, can't you tell?

Sunday, October 02, 2005

We Let My Parents Take the Girls for the Weekend, and This is What They Do With Them




It will take weeks of deprogramming to get them back to normal. The only things my dad spoils more than his Harley is his grandkids.

In other news, besides this little parasite I'm carrying sucking the life right out of me, things are just peachy. I'm due May 15th, which is 10 days before I graduate from nursing school. Needless to say, I'm praying for a late baby.

We are waiting until after my first ultrasound (on Thursday) to tell my parents and the girls, just to be sure that everything is fine. I don't want to make a big fuss about being pregnant again with the family, only to find out something is wrong (I've miscarried in the past). My Spidey-senses indicate that all is well, but I'd rather be safe than sorry, especially when it comes to the girls.

I did fine in Psychiatric nursing, and have moved on to Leadership and Management. There are 3 instructors for this course, and they alternate teaching the class. One is a woman who is battling breast cancer. I believe she's in her mid to late 60's and was just diagnosed in June. She's already had a round of chemo and has lost all of her hair, so she's been wearing wigs to class. The other day, she was scratching and readjusting and just plain miserable, so we convinced her to just take the wig off. She did, and came to class bald again the next day. I LOVE this woman. She's going through one of the toughest times in her life, and still maintains such a wonderful personality.

No news from the Red Cross, so I'm assuming that they did not need temporary homes in this area for children who were displaced by the hurricanes.


Not much of an update, but I'm off to bed. I'm tired and nauseated. Oh, and did I mention tired (and nauseated)? I hope all of you are well and happy. One of these days, I'll make the blog rounds again and comment. These days, it's drive by readings with no comments. This is one more reason I am sooooo looking forward to maternity leave :-)