Baby alone time

I don't know if this is normal baby behavior but once or twice a day little Melly is inconsolable. I change her diaper, I feed her, I sing to her, I rock her, I sit her up, I let her climb on me but to no avail. The only thing that will make her happy is laying down alone. She likes people near her, but not touching her. Is this normal?

The best nap on earth

Little Melly went to the doctor yesterday. She was weighed... 9 pounds 4 oz and measured 21.5 in. Which, according to the doctor, puts her in the 20th percentile for body weight and size and the 75th for head size. She also got the first in a series of shots. After her three shots she screamed her poor little head off for thirty five min afterwards. Poor honey. However, one of the immunizations is administered orally...and it was very sugary and she loved it! Lots of lip smacking and smiling. Just like her mama. And the fun part? She now fits in size one diapers and doesn't fit into some of her newborn clothes. So I kept the smallest one she fit into and donated the rest to a poor woman who is having her baby next month and doesn't have family support. See, I'm being so good!

Of course because of the shots she was then cranky all night. Well, all afternoon she was asleep and feverish and then she was up and cranky all night. So this is me... on about three hours of sleep. I kind of want to wake her up every forty five min to show her what it is like. But I'm not that mean. However I did put her into her jumper that says baby on it because she needed to be labeled a baby for the 35 min scream-fest yesterday and then for waking me up all night I put pooh on her head. And because of her big old head, the hat fits perfectly.

And today I went to the OB for the last time... or so I thought it was the last time. But it turns out that I am not healing as well as they want and am now on antibiotics and have to go back in two weeks. Or, not really two weeks since that would be Christmas.so the week after. So, I go back one more time. Hopefully all goes well then because I am tired of hurting.

And now, with all of this over share, I am going to deal with my crying child.

Night.

Family Portrait

Dicken's Fair

Yesterday we bundled up the baby and drove up to SF for the fair. It was great. Well... mostly great. I felt wierd not being in costume and sad that I wasn't singing with the carolers...but I got to introduce Melody to lots of people who have been wanting to meet her for several months. We walked around for a while and spoke to people and then sat down and watched Ms. B kick some serious butt in Pitates of Penzance. My favorite part was every time that she hit a high note the baby would jump. Highly entertaining. My friends are way too cool!

Afterwards we went to get a family portrait. It was one of those dress up pictures and all of us together look so very good. I can't wait to put the picture up on the wall. I also can't wait to post the picture here.

The weekend would have been perfect if I had not gotten sick. That's right. I have a cold and I am hoping very much that little miss won't catch it. There is a lot of handwashing and not being around the baby as much as possible. Unfortunately she depends on me so much and Mr. C goes back to full time work tomorrow so I don't have much of a choice but to be with her a lot.

Speaking of which we went to the Doctor last week and Ms. M was 8 1/2 lbs. So hopefully when we go back this week she will be 9. Her fat little legs and arms are perhaps the cutest thing ever!

And now I will fold laundry...

Happy Holidays!

Giving Thanks

In the spirit of the holiday:

I am thankful for my family. I not only have they all stepped up and wanted to be very involved in the new baby's life, they are also asking about me and Mr. C.

I am thankful for my friends. I may have fallen off the side of the planet for a while, but they keep calling and wanting to hear from me.

I am thankful for Mr. C. He does so much for me and even when it seems I am taking him for granted, I am still busy loving him with all I've got.

I am thankful for my sweet baby who is beautiful, healthy, and making my life impossible. I am also thankful that she will continue to make my life hard from now on.

I am thankful for my job and the ladies I work with for being so understanding.

I am thankful for all the lovely people at the hospital and the doctors who are making my life more difficult but really have my (and my baby's) best interest at heart.

I am thankful that I have a roof over my head, enough food, and all of my basic needs taken care of as well as many of my not basic needs.

I am thankful that I have lots to look forward to.

I am thankful for the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. It is one of the few constants and is the true start to the holiday season.

I am thankful for Thanksgiving as it is a time to get together with family and catch up before the stress of Christmas.

Baby

Life has gotten a little more fulfilling as little Melody decided it was her day to be born on Oct 30th, at 9:29pm. (For those of you in the South Bay, that would be about an hour after the earthquake.) I can honestly say that the earth shook when my baby was born.

The whole story:
I went to the OB on October 29th because I was concerned about a minor issue. I was completely checked out and told that Melody and I were just fine. The OB said that I was not in labor and that it was going to be a while. So I sighed and said alright. Then the OB said she was concerned about my blood pressure and so sent me over to the hospital to get hooked up to moniters. So there I sat, for about four hours and they discovered... nothing. I was sent home with directions to return in 24 hours for a second look.

So I went home and did my best to forget that I had to go back the next day.

At 2am I woke up to use the bathroom. As I was getting there I suddenly realized that I was leaking. Totally pissed at myself for losing control I changed my clothes and went back to bed. After a moment of trying to go back to sleep I realized that my water might have just broken. I laid in bed for a few more hours... and at about 5:45a I finally got up and looked at my baby books and all three of them said... go to the hospital immeadately! Hmmm. So I called the on-call at the OB. She said, didn't I just see you yesterday? I said yes. She told me to go to the hospital.

So I woke up Mr. C and we went in at about 7am. We were ushered into the labor room and they tested me to see if it really was amniotic fluid... Sure enough. Melody had decided it really was time to get out of the pool. Unfortunately, I was not having any contractions of note and we sat and waited until about 1pm before they started the Pitocin (the medications that start contractions). Then labor really started. Ok, not really.

Contractions actually started then and by the time the grandmothers got there (starting around 4pm) I was asking for pain meds and thinking it was taking much too long. As I was finally getting drugged out of my pain, I remember looking up at the ceiling and watching the sprinkler heads start shaking... I said, oh an earthquake. At which point things started happening. At 9pm I declaired it was time to push and the nurse checked me and said, yup... you're ready. So I pushed and at 9:29pm little Melody came into the world. She was 7.2lbs and 19.5 in long and took one look at this world and started screaming bloody murder.

We all spent the first 48 hours of Melody's life in the hospital getting food, bad daytime TV and all the juice I could drink.

And now little Melody is over a week old. She is learning how to be awake during th day and letting her parents sleep at night. And we are all doing well... Or as good as can be expected.

More to come...

Bizaar Dreams and Baby Showers

Last night I dreamed that I was in the bathroom when Melody decided to be born. I called out to Chris who said he would be there in a second and then all of a sudden she came flying out. I caught her and put her on my chest (like they do in all the baby birthing shows) and realized she wasn't breathing. So I sucked the stuff from out of her mouth and nose. And then I woke up. So odd. But quick and painless... Hopefully the real one will be like that... Anyone believe that is going to happen?

Also, this past weekend was the best baby shower ever! I had all kinds of wonderful people there and I got to play skee-ball and the fireman game! Plus cake and really good rice. All the makings of a happy girl. And I just got pictures from Fluffy so I will post them as soon as I get home.

I went to the OB yesterday and found out that Melody is still hiding from the sonagram... It took the Doctor (a different one than my normal lady who is out for another couple of weeks) about three or four min to find it and then she kept shaking Melly to make her move around. Which, of course, made me giggle. And then she said: If you notice lots of decreased movement you need to get into the hospital right away and get on a fatal monitor. What is it about the Ob office I go to? They always give me something new and exciting to worry about. On the plus side.... three more weeks is as long as I can go...

Anemia and you

Most of you who have talked to me about baby Melody have heard of my re-occuring issues with nose bleeds. Well, I told you all about my fun and exciting trip to the doctor last week and now I have the test results back... I'm anemic. What? Let's think about this for a moment... I have been tested for anemia every time I went to a doctor for the past five months. Why would this suddenly show up now? I ask you all... what in the world?

Angry Lawn Gnome

I went to the OB yesterday. She measured my belly several times and then decided I needed an ultrasound. Ok. I like ultrasounds. Melody doesn't, but then she still doesn't get too much of a say in the situation. I found out that the reason for this is that my belly got really big in the last two weeks and she was concerned as to why. So I went in and laid on the table and got all gooped-up. And low and behold I got a good look at Melody. She is head down and ready to come out... and huge! Right now she is approx 7.5 pounds and we still have three and a half weeks to go. So the good news is she is ready and waiting to come out, the not so good news is that if she chooses to say inside much longer she is going to be too big for a natural birth. So I am scheduled for an inducement on the 12th of Nov. (And yes, that does mean they have moved up the due date, again)

My favorite part of this whole thing is I have more pictures of her. I have two beautiful shots of her little face...and she looks adorable and pissed. In fact she looks like an angry little lawn gnome. And who wouldn't be angry upside down and squished into a little space all the time. She looks a lot like her daddy. Especially when he has his grumpy face going on.

So the good news is that everything is well and good...Melody is healthy and very happy and very big. Now if only she will come out and play.

It's over... now what?

Faire is over for the season for me. As is baby class. After this weekend the baby shower will be over. And in three weeks I will be on maternity leave. Now what?

Baby class last night was a pleasant surprise. Although I couldn't stop yawning, it was minimal torture and maximum talking to the other students. And, strangely enough, I am the only new mom in the group who is going back to work directly after the 6 weeks is up (except for one couple who lives and works at the same place so the baby will always be at work). But I like the way we live now and I don't want to give up being able to go out and do things as well as pay the bills. So there you are.

Closing parade was great! My girls were awesome. All of them dressed up like they were pregnant, including the seven year old girl. The downside to me being in the parade was the gap between the pregnant girls and everyone else... we were walking sloooooooooooooooooooooow. Oh but it was fun. And I am very glad it is over for the season. I don't have the ability to do much more of this always getting up and camping over the weekend stuff.

And for now that is all you get. I have to be at work early for a conference today. Tah.

How a crib can change your life

This week has been very eventful. Not quite as fun packed as last week, but lots of things are falling into place. To start with I went to my normal doctor this week to check into all the bloody noses. She took the test sheet that my OB gave me and added more blood tests and then demanded I have a flu shot. I have never had a flu shot in my life and was very hesitant... I mean seriously, if I have the shot I will not build up the antibodies from getting sick and it will make if worse in the future, but she bullied me into it. And now I am sitting here with sore arm from giving up three vials of blood plus being shot with the plague.

In baby class we were given handfuls of ice and told to ignore them while doing the counting/breathing thing. I still disbelieve that a handfull of ice (or clothespins on my ears) feels anything like contractions... but with one class left I'm pretty much game for anything. We also watched a video on how to make a newborn quiet (which had a section on shaken baby syndrome, for those of you who know about my baby games...and I realize that sounds very bad, doesn't it?)

Meanwhile back to the crib issue. The crib that Mr. C's mom bought us came yesterday. I almost made it through the night without demanding that it be put together. So the last thing Mr. C and I did last night was make a beautiful crib for our baby. And let me tell you... babies seem much more real when you have their bed taking up a good section of you bedroom space. I put one of the quilts I have been given on it and all the stuffed animals in it and wow... I'm really having a baby. And that baby will turn into a little girl who will grow up into a big girl... and OMG I'm having a baby.

A month? What do you mean?

I turned in all of the paperwork for my maternity leave yesterday. And then I came to the jarring reality that I was making plans not for the far future, but for about a month from now! Woah! Which of course started a flurry of activity including me cleaning out the dresser that I had stuffed all of Melody's stuff into and cleaning out a closet and several other baby related moments.

I went to see the OB yesterday and she said Melody is getting fat and seems to be very happy. (Her mom isn't too happy, but the baby is) I also get to see my regular Dr. next week to look into the bloody noses I keep getting. Yes, we are back to those. Mostly because they are not going away and I don't have any other odd things going on. But on the plus side it means that I get to go through another battery of blood work. I am going to be so light headed... Did you know that the closer you get to your due date the more you have to see the OB? I have now officially moved from once a month to every two weeks. I wonder when I get to see her every week?

Alright, it's that time again...
I'll talk to myself more later.

Tah.

A Bug Bomb in my Bung Hole

This weekend I learned just how much fun some things are to say. And if it weren't for this nifty little catch phrase, I would be a whole lot more grumpy...

Everything was going pretty good at faire this weekend. We were running a little late both days (one because of a meeting the other because Sunday was tired day for everyone). But besides that, they pumped my well on Saturday night !!! I was so excited!!! We were ready when opening parade came by both days it was great! We gigged and had fun and then it was Sunday afternoon... and the ants came out.

Yes, you heard me. A huge colony of ants decided to live in the well between the wood and the plastic coating. So I pulled all the girls off the well and grabbed my handy bottle of bleach and started to perform mass insecticide. Thousands of the little buggers died by my bleach covered hands!! Muhahahaha!

Then I walked up to the Entertainment trailer and said: I'm so excited that the well was pumped last night! Thank you so much. The new problem is ants. The well needs to be tented and someone needs to put a bug bomb in my bung hole. Then I realized what I said and promptly fell over laughing.

I did end up going home early, by the way... but I made sure the well was in good hands.

heh, a bug bomb in my bung hole.

Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit...

So I have been debating if I should write about this or not. I have come to the conclusion it is worth the telling but needs to come with a little preface. OK everyone, I went to the hospital last Friday because I was having trouble breathing and was very dizzy...but there was nothing wrong with me other than a panic attack. Get it? Nothing wrong! So you don't need to sit there and worry. The end of the story is boring. But here is the beginning...

So on Friday morning I was being run around at work during a meeting, I didn't have everything ready for faire, and I still needed to go to Costco. So I was feeling a little bit overworked. And then I started to get dizzy. As most of you know, this has been a common complaint since I got pregnant. So I decided to lay on the floor as a precaution.

However laying on the floor of your cubical in the middle of the office of education means that people walk by and panic for you. So to stop the madness (and make sure they didn't call an ambulance) I voluntarily had a co-worker drive me to the hospital. And at the front desk the nurse told me I was having a panic attack and to knock it the hell off. Which I promptly did and felt much better. Then they admitted me...

And I called Mr. C.

They hooked me up to an IV, to a fetal monitor, to a heart monitor, got me an EKG and took blood samples for anemia (again). And the whole time I was thinking (and sometimes saying) If I had been at home, I would not have come in here. I would have laid on the flood until I felt better.

Four hours later (and I'm sure hundreds of dollars later) I found out several things... Melody is reacting to just about everything I do (which is a great sign), she has a very strong heartbeat (and you can dance to it), it's fun to watch your mounters when they stick you with things and make you bleed because they go all screwie, IV bag really make you have to pee, I am having little tiny contractions (which are too small for me to feel) and am right on target for where I should be in my pregnancy, and because I'm preggers, I have to wear the fat people gown.

So much for the hospital. But don't worry, we'll be back there in a month or so.

Rain faire

You know I think it has been years since I have been at a faire that has been forced to close because of rain. And there we were... sitting in the middle of the biggest mud pit with no wrestling going on. Oh wait, was that my outside voice?

Actually Saturday was lots of fun. I sat (laid) in my tent while people visited with me. I got a two hour nap and woke up just in time to have dinner and go back to bed. So it was lovely and my tent was totally dry even though the heavens were trying their best to wash us all away.

Sunday was good too. The weather was beautiful, the temperature was nice and I was really well rested. Except for the traffic on the way home, life was good. And here I am in the last week of September.

All of the baby shower invitations have been sent out (check you mailboxes). All of my sewing is done. All I need right now is breakfast... And possibly some chocolate. Life is slowing down and that is perfect.

And that is my weekly check in. I have baby class tonight. An eyeball appointment on Friday and not very much to get from Costco. Life is good.

Tah.

Moving along...

The shower invitations arrived on Saturday and I was sitting in bed last night addressing them to various people. I realized that I might now have ordered enough and might have to do a quick re-order... *sigh* But that are beautiful. And, hopefully, will be in the mail shortly.

This weekend was incredibly stressful. So everyone knows that I am in charge of the washing well at Northern this year...I had this suspicion that there would be issues... And here is my new one. The didn't bother to drain the well from last weekend. So when I arrived on Saturday morning ti was a sludge pit full of mosquito larva. Yummy. It smelled awful and looked even worse. So I told the girls to keep it's lid on and not to get near it. Then I went t looking for people in charge. I told everyone I could find how disgusting it was and how my girls were not getting anywhere near it. The ended up mostly pumping it on Saturday night. Which did a lot for the smell but not for the mosquitoes. Then I poured bleach into it and the girls put salt into it and together I think we killed just about everything.

I am so mad about this. I was promised so much and given nothing. In fact I was so stressed out that I made myself unable to continue being at the well all day on Sunday. And after being yelled at by the EMTs I was sent home by Ent staff. Which was probably for the best as I was not feeling so hot and allowed me to go to bed really early.

Now here it is Monday morning again...

Just for Fluffy

Fluffy... you asked for a picture of me and Melly at faire... Here you go.

Belly

Many of you have been wondering exactily what does an 8 month pregnant Adie look like... Well, here you go. Not the best of pictures but it gets the point across.

Moving so fast now...

Hello and welcome to September!
All of the waiting has finally come to an end and now it's suddenly...busy time!!! The costumes I was working on are finished enough to wear and be worn. There are minor details still to be worked on, but nothing that will kill me in the next three days. My online classes started yesterday. And I will hopefully be able to keep on top of those. Still not sure how I feel about accounting, but here I am, about to find out. Faire opens this weekend and our 'guild yard' was in no way, shape, or form anywhere near ready for us last weekend. So it's a mad dash to get it ready for opening on Saturday morning. However I am more worried about the shopping I have to do on Friday after work and making it all get up to site. I think I will be leaving here way too early on Saturday morning to make sure everything is set up before we have an all cast meeting. *Sheesh*

On the big positive side I ordered the shower invitations yesterday and they should be arriving in a week. Which means that we should have plenty of time to get them addressed and sent in the next three weeks.


Isn't it great?!?! I'm very excited about this.

And more excited about finally using a gift certificate that I have been hording for almost three years... I am getting a massage on Thursday night. *sigh* Hopefully it will have a positive impact on the rest of my weekend.

And now I am late for work.

Tah!

On the weekeknd...

So this past weekend I was getting ready to celebrate Mr. C's birthday. I decided that since the people around me have been giving me all kinds of faboo kitchen toys I should probably bake the cake from scratch. So on Thursday night after work I went to the store and bought everything I needed (except the lemon extract, which for some reason was sold out!!!) and took it home. On Friday night when I got home from work I started working on the cake. It involved all kinds of fun steps like separating eggs and sifting flour. And at some point in the middle of the whole thing I realized something... I was barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. Not only that but I was also baking my man a cake when he was out with his buddies. And after ten min of laughing, I went right back to baking.

And that was Friday night. I hope everyone appreciated how silly that really was.

Cheers!

Hey look...

It's the end of Aug and I haven't posted anything. Sorry about that. Everything is really busy right now. Unfortunately it's busy in that not exciting to post about way.

My new job is pretty cool. I finally have stuff to do all the time. (I think this might be a first.) And I am getting used to the people I am working with. (As we all know there is always a transition time.) I have managed to switch my schedule once again so that getting up in the early morning is normal... And strangely enough I don't really have a problem getting up at 6. It will probably get harder for me as the weather gets colder and it gets darker... But I can deal. I really like being off work at 5. It's like a little present.

Melody is getting bigger and more active. And well she should be at 7 months. She enjoys kicking me when I am trying to concentrate on things (How does she know?) We went tot he doctor yesterday who said I finally looked pregnant. Well good, I would hate to think I just looked fat. *grin* I am still very healthy, just in case you were wondering. I refuse to admit how much I weigh right now and truly believe I will be having a 40 pound baby. The first of the major baby presents arrived this week. We now have a beautiful stroller/car seat. It's all green and pretty. We put it together and I showed it to Melody... but she apparently has no opinions about it yet.

Anything else? Well it's faire season so I am in the middle of costumes, practice, and drama. Yes, that's right as a new guild mistress I apparently get to fill up on drama before the season starts. I am sure I will be ranting and raving about the whole situation soon, but first I need to get it under control. Oh, and before you start freaking out and thinking this is my drama, no. I am only involved because it involves some of the girls I am working with. *Sigh* And I am expected to clean it up. Great. Why did I agree to this?


Mr. C's birthday is on Saturday. So that should be fun. We're going out to dinner and I am making him a cake. I'm pulling out the new mixer and making it from scratch. I hope it turns out as well as I want it to.

Well, it's getting to that time when I have to actually get ready for work and can no longer pretend that I have all day to goof off... No matter how tempting that is. I'll catch everyone later.

Tah.

Wacky weekend

This past weekend I had company... Not your normal, friends showing up company, but relatives from out of town. Which is excellent...Except they there were two rather large men coming and I have a rather small house. So to make room for everyone I got them a hotel room. Which was big, had air conditioning, and had a reasonable sized shower.

Meanwhile, back to my story... So My brother came into town on Thursday night, which was just perfect as I could pick him up from the airport and home without having to take time off work (and in my last week that just looks bad). Then we went home, after getting a little lost in San Jose because I was forced to go downtown after a brief stop at Target. I filled the living room with my princess and the pea air mattress and we were good. The next day I made him do all of the errands that I had been holding off and that night my dad came into town too. We had a wonderful sushi dinner and went to bed quite late.

On Saturday we all went (all being Mr. C, dad, bro, and myself) to Monterrey were we looked at all the really big fish in the aquarium and learned all about Jelly-fish. It was great. I love the aquarium. I love the penguins too! After a brief stop for lunch we then rented a four person bike and took off on a hair raising adventure.

What's that, never heard of a four person bike? It seats up to six in a two by to arrangement and looks like a golf cart with pedals. The biggest issue was that I was forced to steer. Normally I would be amused greatly by this but the men folk decided to make my life more interesting my going as fast as they could towards intersections where I had to fit this huge bike/surrey thing through a small opening between two metal posts... And so there I was with my feet lifted off the pedals (which were moving too fast for me to help with) and trying not to crash us into anything with a breaking lever that didn't work very well... We managed to scare a good lot of people but I can proudly say that I didn't hit anything stationary or human! Go me!

After an hour of fearing for my personal safety we returned the bike and headed back to SC for an early night and a little down time. Which was very nice. Sunday morning we headed out once more to breakfast. (There is nothing quite like Sunday brunch) and we were off to Carmel. Unfortunately so was everyone else and we hit a huge traffic jam. After a while we arrived though and had fascinating conversations about conspicuous consumption and how pretty jewelry was. Then it was back home to drop off my brother and I and dad went back to the central valley.

My bro and I then went off to a nice deli dinner and the Simpson's Movie. Ah, a weekend with family.

And now I am sitting here with two days left of this old job and I have nothing left to do. I have cleaned up all the files, I have finished everything I can and now I just have to sit here and wait...bored. Why isn't it Wednesday yet?

You know what makes me mad?

When you are asked by someone from another site to go over to their site and 'help' them move one of the tutorial rooms. Wanna know why it makes me mad? Because 'help' was code for do it all yourself. I walked into the other place right when I said I would be there... the person I was 'helping' was in the middle of a meeting. She sent me to the room to start. Start what? I wasn't actually told what we were doing. I went over to the other room. Nothing had been touched since the last time I had been there a month earlier. SO I started sorting out what was needed and what could be gotten rid of.

The other woman showed up half an hour later and said, so let me show you what we are going to do. She showed me cabinets that were full of other junk and sitting in the opposite side of the building from the room that everything was being moved into. Then she said she had some more meeting and I should just 'finish'. Finish? I can't lift and carry heavy things!!! I can't climb on chairs and tables to get stuff off walls!!! I'm frickin six months pregnant!!!

Ahem.

So I pulled down everything I could reach. Piled all the stuff that needed to be moved on the table. And sat down and waiting a while. Nothing happened for another half an hour. So I locked the door and went looking for the woman I was 'helping'. She was in another meeting. I told her there was nothing else I could do. She said, but I need you to help me decorate and such. I said: I need to get to my own office sometime today and I can't do anything else until everything is moved. She sighed and gave me a sad look. I told her I was leaving.

So, three hours later, with nothing done, I ended up back at my own desk.

The moral of the story... Don't offer to help!

What's that? You want to give me more money?

So I got a phone call from my new employer this morning. (Ok, well it was the HR guy)and
He said: I was looking at your resume and it says here you have a BA.

I said: Yes.

He said: Can you prove you have a BA?

I said: Like with my transcripts?

He said: Yes.

I said: Yes.

He said: The reason I'm asking is we give a stipend for that.

I said: Really?

He said: Yes, it's 700 bucks more.

I said: Really?

He said: Bring your transcripts with you on Monday and we'll get that settled.

I said: Definitely. I'll see you Monday.

Then what did I do? A little dance of joy!!!

Goodness gracious

So a while ago I told you all of the trials and tribulations of taking secretary tests. How I was all worried and stressed because I can't spell and did not so hot on that portion. Well... last week I received a call saying that they wanted me to come in for the third interview (because someone who can spell better than me dropped out). So on Monday, with no actual hope of getting this job, I walked back into their office and had another interview. I felt it went pretty well. But I also thought that the woman who would be my direct supervisor didn't like me. *sigh* So I wasn't holding my breath.

That was until I got a call from Ms. B saying that she had received a call from this nice lady asking all kinds of questions about me... Hmmmm.... Then my boss got one. Very interesting.

And what does this mean for our heroine? This afternoon I received a call from the HR guy offering me the job!!! I am going to be working in the same city I live in!!! I am going to be making more money!!! No more commute!!! And they already know about Melody and don't seem to be over worried about maternity leave!!! OMG!!!

I go in on Monday for finger printing and all of that goodness and then on the 2nd of Aug, I will start my new job. *sigh* Happy noises.

As always, the right thing comes along when it needs to come and never before, no matter how much I push for it.

What's going on here?

Honestly I just feel as if I should post and say nothing exciting is going on. I have a third interview on Monday (but don't hold your breath, a 5 1/2 month pregnant belly don't scream hire this girl). I haven't been laid off from my job yet (Again, to my great disappointment). I am quite ready to be doing sewing and getting ready for baby, but no, I have to keep going to a job that I am not going to have in another three months. The classes I'm signed up for don't start until September. I'm teaching a sewing weekend this weekend, next weekend is SLO and following that Mr. W will be visiting from the frozen north! See everything good is truly worth waiting for. Next week I'm going to see the OB again. And as that is always entertaining I will tell everyone about that. But until I have something worth writing...

Tah.

Mystery

Last night Chris and I went to see Transformers. It was wonderful and I highly recommend it for everyone! We locked the front door on the way out but left several of the windows open to keep the air flow moving. When we returned home several hours later we discovered that a plate of cookies (shortbread with a chocolate chip on the top) had been stripped of their chocolate chips. The cookies were all still whole and sitting exactily where we left them onthe plate in the living room. Feeling insecure both Mr. C and I looked in every possible place for a person to hide and closed and locked all the windows and doors. But it was really bizaar as there was nothing else moved, touched, or taken. I had a digital camera sitting right next to the cookies and it was just fine and Mr. C has all of his computer stuff in the living room and it wasn't touched...

So the big question is... what happened to the chocolate chips?

Nosebleeds

In the close to thirty years of my life, I have never had a nose bleed... until a few days ago. All of a sudden, I stood up and realized that there was quite a lot of snot moving out of my nose. I grabbed a tissue and swiped at it. And to my great astonishment, it was bright red. What?!?! I sat in stunned astonishment as it continued to gush for a little while and then finally slowed. All I could think of was, what would Ms. B do?

A few day later, to my shock and surprise, it happened again. But this time I had several people giving me advice (which I promptly ignored) about how to make it better.

Bloody noses.

Who would have guessed?

World, I would like you to meet...

Melody Valentine.




This one is not quite as cute, but you can totally see her mouth.




Right in the middle, that's a little foot.



I know I know, blurry images but really this is the picture with her heartbeat under it. You can also see her heart, but it's hard to see in the still shot.



Two reasons this one is wonderful... The first is it's in the new 3D imaging (which needs a little work but is quite cool) and the second would be little Melly holding up her hand as if to say "No more pictures"

It offical...

I'm having a baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ultrasound was on Wednesday and it was lots of fun. I couldn't sleep I was so worried/excited about it. I kept having this dream about being lost in a mall and being late to the appointment. (You were in it Wendi) But dreaming aside, Mr. C and I were there in plenty of time. We sat in the waiting room until I had to really pee and then Mr. C sat alone until I got back. After that is was a quick trip to the ultrasound room where a very nice lady squirted very warm gel on my belly and we got to have a look at little Melody for the first time. Let me tell you, she was rockin out. I truly believe that she was having some kind of dance party in there... (Just like her mommy) The technician said that it was definitely a girl (and we have the picture to prove it) and that we were right on track for our delivery date of Nov 19th.

Wait a second here...

Nov 19th? Does anyone else remember me being given the due date of Dec 3rd?

Anyway, I will be posting pictures as soon as I can (hopefully on Saturday) and then everyone can see the true beauty that is my little hairless wookie.

You wanted more pictures?

This is second day, first weekend... Doing our best to look truly confused for the crowds.


I wanted fancy pretty hair... This was the beginning of two hours. (Ok so part of it was me laying on the floor trying not to faint)


This is Ann and I at Valhalla first weekend. (We had a few extras but really it's just us) Aren't we cute sitting under the trees?

What baby...

So I managed to 'borrow' this picture of us crazy kids in Valhalla (Tahoe). I think m favorite part of it is how I have completely hidden my belly from the camera. This was not me trying to do it either...

The Bear Story

As most of you know I was up in Tahoe for two weekends recently. One of the most exciting parts of the trip was all the talk of bears. The bears just wanted your food or food smelling soaps, the bears are getting more dangerous every year, the bears are mating so stay away... Well shoot. What am I supposed to do about bears?

I pitched my tent in quiet camp (all that sleep that my little alien needs me to get) and was very happily going along in my little world of believing that there really weren't bears they were all a figment of my imagination until the second weekend on Friday night... I woke up to flashlights flickering across the walls of my tent and lots of running feet. My still groggy mind hears "We have sited the bears" And then "Don't worry, I'm armed" Armed? As in with guns? Ok now I am freaking out. The walkie-talkies are going off the people are shouting... the bears are attacking!!! And what am I freaking out about? Oh my god, they are going to shoot my air mattress!!!

Then I hear "everyone stay in your tents" as if I would have even thought about getting out. Then they would have had a clear shot at my air mattress!

After most of the excitement has calmed down a friend of mine walks up to my tent and announces himself. He comes in and calmly shows me the gun he is carrying!!! What?!?!?!

What have we learned from all this? Don't bring your favorite air mattress to campgrounds with bears.

Tah.

Best toy ever!

So I got this blood pressure monitor at home. It's portable and quite possibly the coolest toy ever!!! I have been watching as my blood pressure swings up and down through my weeks of pregnancy. The highs: 137/87 The lows:well, I don't actually know as I keep getting error messages this morning and suspect that it is too low for the monitor to find... but other that the low has been 99/77 yah, that is really low. And actually more worrying than the higher one for me as high I know what happens when it's high (headaches and such) but the low makes me dizzy and possibly fall down to get hurt. So I'm a little concerned about that. However there was a complete connection to the low blood pressure and this awful cold that I am suffering through. I hate colds on a normal day but now the only thing I can do to feel better it take Tylenol and sudifed... no NyQuil, not DayQuil, none of that. It blows and I just need to get better so I can move on and stop coughing. Stupid cold. However it makes taking my blood pressure fun and exciting!

What else is going on? Well Valhalla faire was totally fun! Four days of singing, sleeping under trees, and getting in people's way. I am exhausted but had so much fun that I can't wait until the next faire...next month so that I have a whole month to recover from this cold. Ah, life is good.

This is how we roll.

Skeeter eater

So I am standing next to my tent at Tahoe and changing out of my faire garb into street clothes... I have managed to get a tank top on and a bra (go me) and was getting another shirt to put over it when a skeeter-eater comes flying right at me... And then it dive bombed my boobs!!! It went straight down my cleavage! I then did the panic dance of trying to get it out and pulling my shirt up and sweeping my hand down. After a few seconds the little bug flys out the bottom. I swear it was smiling. I have never been felt up by a bug before.

This morning I had another visit to the doctor. They took my blood pressure (extremely high), then she pulled out a a sonogram thingy and we listened for the baby's heart beat. My little tadpole made a break for it... She had to chase after the little thing for quite a while... After finding it three times and it ran away. Finally cornered on the right side of my body I heard my little ones heart for the first time!!! The doctor said it was an active little thing. I told her it was because we had feasted on coco krispies right before I came into the appointment. Then I was sent off to get a blood draw. Yuck. Luckily they only needed a little bit and they were so busy that it took about twenty min of me sitting there for them to get to me so I had calmed down remarkably. I only feinted a little. And the big plus? I have an unltasound appointment at the end of June. I'm finally going to get to see the tiny thing and possibly find out if it is a boy or girl!!! I can't wait.

In other news my blood pressure is so very high because not only did I have the doctors appointment this morning, I have my second interview tonight. I might explode (and if 140 over 93 doesn't do it, my nerves might). But I still have to wait an hour to go to that... wish me luck. All I have to do is be friendly and hopefully I will have another interview tomorrow morning... then who knows...

Tuesday

I'm so dizzy, my head is spinning.
Like a whirlpool it never ends...

So I woke up this morning and promptly walked into two door frames and almost fell over because I was too dizzy to walk into a straight line. Gee, this is fun. Hopefully this next step of pregnancy that I have attained will pass quickly.

Other than that... nothing much is happening right now. I had a great birthday. Lots of people here, lots of food, and lots of fun presents. Turning a little older is not so bad. And now I am going to be going to Valhalla in Tahoe for the next two weekends. Hopefully I will get phone calls offering me jobs in the next week. Life is going well. I also have a Doctors appointment on Thursday... possibly to look at my little baby. How exciting.

Good. Good. Good.

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A new day dawns...

So two days ago I received a phone call from a friend asking if he could crash on my floor Wednesday night because he needed to be in Salinas on Thursday morning and he lives in Napa. Ok, no problem. I pulled out the air mattress (yah guests!) and made up a cozy little bed in the middle of the living room. Little did I realize what a red letter day Thursday would be for me...

I ended up with two job interviews today. (Yes, this from the girl who was whining about no one wanting to talk to her last week...) One called at the beginning of this week, very respectable and made the appointment ahead of time and then there was the other one... Last week I received a phone call that I didn't manage to answer in time. And since I put my phone to automatically call the house if I don't answer the cell... there was no message. It turns out that it was this really cool job I was jonesing after at the Tech museum. Well she called me while I was on my way to drop things off at one of the various sites I currently work at. I was on a stretch of highway that didn't have anywhere to pull over or off and I was singing Nine Inch Nails songs at the top of my lungs seconds before answering the phone... Do I sound like I was in a professional place? Lord knows how I even heard the phone ring, but I answered. And the nice lady on the phone told me who she was, that she wanted to schedule a phone interview with me and that my phone didn't let them talk to me last week when they tried to call. Oops! She set me up for a phone interview the next morning (?!?!?!) at 9am... and then my phone died. Yup, right in the middle of setting up a phone interview I lost signal. Why did I lose the call in the middle of San Jose? Wasn't Silicon Valley the birthplace of cell phones? What the heck??? Luckily she called back right away... none too please. I reassured her I would make sure I was in a very suitable location the next morning at 9am sharp. (gulp) She told me I had pretty much had better and the sound of her voice was one of those 'I already don't think I like you' tones. (crap)
So I worked my full day. I went home. I stayed up until 12:30a with this friend of mine who was staying overnight. I got up at 6am to deal with driving to San Jose for the phone interview because I was told that it normally takes about half an hour and a nine o'clock phone call and a ten thirty interview means I had best be in San Jose before the who thing starts. Ok no worries. I'm mostly over morning sickness... and six hours of sleep is plenty...
I make it to San Jose. I decide that the best place I know for cell phone reception and a quiet parking lot is by my work. So I drive there. Plenty of time to spare and lucky me the park that the lot is next to has public bathrooms so I can get a little more comfortable before the phone rings. Everything is in place... then then the hammering starts. (sigh) And then I remember that my work is directly under the flight pattern of San Jose International (groan). So I'm sitting in my car with the windows rolled up answering questions about why I think I'm good enough to be the director of a program. I'm sweating like a pig but every time I open the door to let the cooler air in the hammering starts or a plane flies overhead... I'm doomed.
I managed to stay very professional through the whole interview, ignoring the heat, the hammering, the airplanes, the morning sickness, the building headache, and the fact that really needed to pee again! I'm going insane!!! On a positive note I rocked the interview. I rocked in hard core and I didn't have to use the words 'I'm awesome' even once. I am getting set up for another interview next week and I'll let you all know what happens then...
The second interview... I was running late, my head was pounding, I re-read the job description sheet and discovered I didn't want this job. It would be like stepping sideways instead of up the job ladder. So I was excited about the phone interview and feeling like crap and running late since the half hour phone interview ended up being more like and hour and a half (go me). I get there right on time and manage to be civilized through the interview but didn't try. I didn't impress them (mostly because all I wanted to do was get a big drink and take some drugs) and didn't attempt to. They told me they would get back to me...yah right.
Then I got to work.
But not until after I got to experience the utter humiliation of having to pull off the 101 freeway and puke in the bushes. Gee, I bet that was a great sight for those rush hour commuters... Ended up being a little late for work since I stopped to get food, drink, and drugs into my system. And then I gave it an hour and still felt like butt so I came home. And that's where I am now. Crossing my fingers and toes that one of these nice jobs is offered to me so I can be paid something much closer to what my degree and myself are worth. And feeling much better. It's a wonder what three hours of sleep will do for a person...
oh yes, and mom, I just got your package from UPS...He scared the bejezus out of me, but I got it.
And now I am headed back to bed. I need more sleep. And Pirates opens tonight....

"Because I'm awesome"

I had an interview yesterday for a job I would really like to get. I got the call for the interview the day before and it caught me off guard. However I rallied my spirits, pulled out my resume and typed up some references. Then the hard part began. I didn't have anything to wear. Normally I would have a day or so to go shopping an get the last second items, like maternity 'nice' clothing. However I had to make due with what happened to be in my closet. Lucky me I don't get rid of things quickly and I still had a nice size 16 skirt and my shirts still fit pretty well. OK clothing down... resume down... directions... quick check of map quest... down. Life is good. I really want this job. I leave home early to make sure I have lots of time. I left home too early and arrived 45 min early. No worries I drove to McDonald's to go pee and calm my nerves with a fruit and walnut salad... Ok so really I ate several slices of apple and a few grapes and threw away the rest. Then it was time for action.

I drove back all prepared. I was going to be the best darned candidate ever. I arrived early, chatted up the secretary, met the people giving the interview... discovered that two inch heels were a bad idea as both of them were no taller than 5'4 but, meh, you sit in interviews...right? Questions and descriptions flying back and forth... So, you live in Santa Cruz, how is the commute? I just got a new car and I love to drive... How do you deal with loads of paperwork? I am used to it, keeping records and following up on clients... Yah me, I'm being so professional. I answer things, have my hands on full view on the table, look them in the eye, life is good. Then come the question. I don't quite know what came over me. It was a bit like channeling my best friend.

He said: Why should we hire you above anyone else?

I said: Because I'm awesome.

That's right. I said I was awesome. Of course then I qualified the answer with something a little more standard... I'm dependable blah, blah, blah...

I'm awesome?!?!

They seemed to really like me. I asked them to call my current boss for a reference along with my other references and even fessed up to being pregnant to which they responded with they were both parents. I feel good about this. But you never know. I would really like this job. It would be challenging and require actual thinking skills. (Something I haven't had to do at work in quite some time) They said they would let me know in about two weeks. So keep your fingers crossed. I have other interviews this week, however. So good mojo and everything thinking at me... not saying you are awesome to potential employers might be a good idea.

PS my entire current office thinks it's completely amusing that I said this. My current boss started laughing and said she could totally see me doing that. Oh good.

Tah.

Dreams

Ok, so apparently pregnancy dreams are really odd and I would have to agree. Last night I dreamed I was getting a job as a counselor at a group home that was in a giant Victorian house that was falling down and run by nuns. I got the job along with my brother and we were making the run down Victorian all pretty again. I was calling the hardware store and getting price quotes but no one wanted to help. The I went out walking and some punk kid was throwing dirt at me and I told him to knock it off but he threw a tomato and it hit my jacket. So I ran up and popped him in the nose. A little while later the sheriff came to arrest me for assault but I told him that the kid started it and I was only 17 so he couldn't take me to jail.

So odd.

Why I don't give blood

So I went to the doctor and she was quite nice. She told me not to worry about anything and laughed at my minor heart murmur. However she did say she would keep an eye on it and if it got any worse then I would get an EKG (How exciting!!!) She sent me off with another appointment for the end of may, a note saying I can go to the dentist, and a piece of paper saying that I needed to get blood tests. Go me for being healthy!!! I also go weighed (which I had been dreading) and I have gained a whopping... 2 pounds. Eating what ever I want all the time seems to be agreeing with me. Ok, it's not whatever I want, I have been keeping (slightly) to the diet I was on before just adding lots more.

Meanwhile I still had to give blood. *sigh* So I went to my regular doctors office where they have a lab. I ate before I went but was still nervous and feeling morning sick. I got called back and told the nurse that I always feinted. (yup, I'm a baby, what can I say?) She had me lay down and pulled out three viles. (THREE?!?!?!) And sure enough I was out as soon as my body registered the loss. And when I woke up, I was told that I managed to pass out and throw up at the same time. Go me! I'm like a double threat. The positive side is that I don't have to do it again for another month... the negative side, I have to do it again.

Otherwise... according to the baby calender, I am somewhere between 11 1/2 and 13 1/2weeks (yeah, that will teach me to not pay attention) and my little tadpole is the size of a plum or so. It has all of it's functions like feeling in it's fingers and taste... So weird.

And now I am looking for food before I get all nasty feeling.

A little Seattle

Right next to the hotel... the faboo Pink Elephant car wash. Who knew?


Ms S in a hole. Ah, the things you can get your friends to do!


If you stood on a chair and leaned, this is what we saw from the hotel.


Ms S and me, look, we're veggies!!!


The space needle. It's hard to believe we went all the way up there!


Mr. C taking in the sights from the top of the space needle.



This is Mr C and Ms. S looking tired early in the morning at Pike's Market.

Walking

Yesterday I went to McDonald's to get the office lunch. I was feeling not so wonderful so I decided to walk and hoped that would make me feel better. While I was walking back with tons of food I realized something. I was really glad that I am only showing a little, because 30 chicken McNuggets, two double cheese burgers, three medium fries and two sodas look like a lot of food, even for a pregnant girl.

And now I am off to my first Dr. visit about the baby. I get to see it's little body today!!! And hopefully, I will be able to make everyone else look at it soon too!!!

Tah.

Oh those wacky insurence people

So I have been going to the doctor a lot recently. *no big shocker there* and for some reason the Dr. office keeps billing my old insurance (Like from 2005) instead of my new one. Keeping in mind that I do have the same carrier, just a different number and better benefits. Ok, so yesterday I received bills from the lab and from the office. Annoying, but understandable. And today I called the insurance people to tell them to please re-process the claims according to the new account number since the Dr. office seems to have forgotten I gave it to them a while ago. I am wondering, however, what the insurance guy was thinking... I have the same name, the same birthday and strangely enough the same social security number as...myself. Why was this so hard? And to make matters worse, I made sure the Dr. office had all the new info when I went in two weeks ago and they still have sent it to the wrong account! I feel a long and arduous headache coming on....

Enough of my ranting. I am in a good mood. My mother in law sent me a huge box of baby stuff ( a Little weird since we still have seven months to go, but I'm in). So now I have lots of little onesies, some burp cloths, a blanket, a rattle, some booties, and itty-bitty little baby bunny slippers. Possibly the cutest thing in the whole wide world!!! Wheeeeee!

And now I need to eat something or my morning will not be so nice. What a day and it's not even 10am yet.

Cheers!

Back to the beginning

Seattle.

Vacation.

Sleep.

Fun.

All of those wonderful things. Our vacation was wonderful. I even managed to take pictures. (Of course everyone will have to wait to see them as I have to get them developed and we all know that will take me a while.) We went to the top of the space needle, we did the underground tour, we walked around Pike's market, we took a ferry across the sound. It was all lots of fun. I highly recommend vacation to everyone.

Now if only I could feel the need to go back to work...


Tah.

This week in the news

This has been quite a week here in SC. I don't actually know where to start. (Don't be a smart-Alec and say at the beginning either) So here it is...

I'm pregnant!
That's right. The past four weeks of feeling like butt and thinking i was dying of the flu was just my body trying to tell me that I was growing a little tadpole of my very own. The whole story: I have been feeling awful for the past month, fever, upset stomach, dizzy when I walk for a long time, and very tired. I thought, flu. And hoped that it would end soon. Then I went to the Dr's to get a girly check up. They asked me a very logical question... Could you be pregnant? I said well, it's possible but unlikely. And this got me thinking. Thinking so much that by the time I was heading off to work on Monday I stopped off at the drug store and bought a test.

Now these little tests should (according to the instructions) take about a min to tell you the results... Yah, didn't work that way. It took about thirty seconds for that bold little cross to come out and shine brightly. Needless to say I was a little shocked. So I called my Dr and scheduled an appointment for the next day. And (making Mr. C come with me) we braved the Dr. office and it was confirmed. My little tadpole should make it's appearance right around Dec 2nd. (Much to Ms. B's glee)

So there you have it. The first good thing from this week.

The second? Well, I got a call from the entertainment director of Northern faire and she told me that I have a well!!! My guild is going to have a place and we are getting a stipend so my pregnant butt will have food and water for everyone!!! Yahoo!!!

This week rocks and in three day it will get even better as we are off on vacation for our 2nd anniversary. Seattle, here we come... all three of us. *grin*

Wow, I have to go and be sick now, but thanks for listening. I'll keep everyone posted as the weeks go on...

Tah.

Pain is being a girl

Continuing the theory of this being my 'girly' year I have yet again attempted another 'girly' thing. This time it was... leg waxing. Now for those of you who have never attempted this bit of torture here is the deal. You grow your leg hair out for about a week (until it is long enough for the wax to stick to it) and then you pay someone to rip it out of your legs. Sound like fun? Well here is the whole story.

Two weeks ago Ms. B and I were getting a pedicure (yes, I got another one even though it tickles so much) and we were talking about other things that the salon we go to does. Ms. B was particularly fond of the leg waxing, I'm not exactly sure why you will have to ask her. So after a week of thinking about it I decided that it might not be so bad. We made a pact the following weekend not to shave and we would meet in one week to have the ladies take it off for us.

A week is a long time for a person who has been shaving most of their lives to not shave. I kept thinking how itchy and nasty my leg hair was and it was driving me crazy. So when Thursday finally rolled around and we were making plans to go and get rid of it all on Friday morning I was very pleased. But also nervous as I can vividly remember the last band aid I had to take off a hairy part of my body.

In getting myself psyched up for this adventure I told my co-workers about the whole thing. They demanded to see what a weeks worth of growth looks like on me. And then they promptly made fun of me. Apparently I am not hairy enough. In fact one of my co-workers even went as far as to say that there would not be enough hair and they wouldn't do it. I was in shock! Not enough!!! I looked like an orangutan!!! However I will note here that for some reason the hair on my thighs does not grow. I didn't shave it at all either but it is still very short and almost non-existent. Genetics are weird. But I am getting off topic...

We showed up at the salon at 9:30 this morning with our hairy legs and the expectation of pain. We were shown into the back room where both Ms. B and I were asked to take off our pants and lay down. Ms. B was saying how hairy she was and put me quite to shame for I was, indeed, quite hairless compared to her. (For those of you who know the saga of being an honorary Armenian, this is just proof the I will never really be one.) Then the fun began. Scaling wax followed by a blissful moment of peace and then rrriiiiippppp! Ouch!!! OK this is not my kind of torture. And what makes it worse it hurts more the longer it goes. The ladies were talking in their language to each other and Ms. B and I were expounding on the pain we were inflicting on ourselves.

The positive... it only takes a little while. Fifteen min of pain vs. two weeks of shaving. I don't know. I still have to do touch-ups and as my legs still hurt I need to wait to see if I am going to have a bad reaction to this (I seem to have bad skin reactions to chemicals and stress on my skin). The negative... pain! And it kinda costs a lot to inflict torture on yourself.

Perhaps the next 'girly' adventure will have to be a little less painful.

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This is me, using valuable work time to write in my blog because the internet at home still isn't up. (I might be lying about that, and I'll find out when I get home) And what is so important that I write it up? Well... nothing really. I ahve just been lonely for my blog. *sigh*

So last weekend we went to the SPCA. It's the first I have ever been allowed to go to. And looked at all the dogs. There was this adorable little dashound... she was all whiney and cute at me. She stopped whining the moment I picked her up. So cute. Unfortunately, she was also eleven. And as much as I loved her, I can't have a dog that old. I don't have the time to devote or the money to cover medical costs that she would probably start having in the next few years. Mr. C found a dog that he really liked. We took him for a walk and got to know him a little bit. Then we filled out an application and the lady said that we needed to bring in a copy of the lease and get a note from our landlord saying a dog was fine by him. So, hopefully, we will have this paper in hot little hands soon and be able to go and actually take one of these awesome puppies home.
Wanna see for yourself?

http://www.santacruzspca.org/documents/dogs.html
Other than that... I'm still looking for a new job. I'll take almost anything as long as it pays at least 18 an hour with prospects of more. We go on vacation in two weeks which reminds me I need to get film and such for that and not much else.

I'll write when I get work.

Tah.

Sorry everyone

The whole moving thing has made it so that I don't have Internet at home yet. And being as that is where I would normally write these posts... I haven't been able too. And while I would love to write a big long post now... Alas, I am currently at work and have to drive to another site right now.

But never fear, I will have Internet at home next week. Or so the lovely people at Cruzio say. So until then, I hope you find another blog to keep you entertained.

Tah.

Thursday night

You know what's fun... playing with a Ouija board in the middle of the night with your best friend. That's what's fun. Especially when it talks back...

"And the spirits told me to talk to them on a Ouija board made by paaaaaarker brothers...."

Pictures from Calavares

And then the three war leaders got together and decided...


Never try to take my stuff... Even if I stole it in the first place.


Now it's time to play the game of... who's hat is she wearing now? I managed to steal seven different hats this past weekend and happen to be wearing a diffeent one in every single one of these pictures. *grin*
It's the sign of a very good weekend!


This is the last time they will ever let me use the pistol...

Wonderful weekends

It all started with a speeding ticket. I wasn't going as fast as he said I was. And then he laughed when I asked how fast he thought I was going. So I am going to contest it. However it was an interesting start... Ms. B and I decided the next cop to pull us over was going to get Thelma and Louise action. And then things got really fun. We drove to Angel's camp. A trailer full of fun!!! The weekend rocked, there was singing, dancing, goofing off and I got to be the center of a fight!!! Yah stage fighting... I even got to clothesline a guy and give him the people's elbow!!! I love this. I can't wait until June when I get more... It's like crack but not.

I am sunburned, tired, I hurt my knee, and I need food but wow, what a wonderful weekend.

The morning it all begins again

(Kinda cryptic, don't you think?)

I am referring to the faire season. Tonight I am driving up to Angels Camp to start the whole cycle all over again. And I'm very excited. Now, no one should forget that Angel's camp was the one where we got snowed in last year. I came home ranting and raving about a blizzard. But this year the weather guy says it's supped to be in the 70's. I'm very excited. Especially since Ms. B will be coming up with me!!!! It's gonna be fun, it's gonna be great, it's gonna be... unexpected.

In other news, Mr. C and I leave on vacation in just over a month (yah!!) and we are moving next weekend (double yah!!!). And the big news... I have lost 20 pounds!!! Yesterday I wore a pair of jeans that I bought over two years ago and were too small then. I can wear them (just barely) now!!! They should fit better and better as I go down the other 18 pounds. It really was more fun to put on the weight, but it's great fun to wear new clothes.

I think that's all the excitement a girl can stand at seven in the morning. I still need to pack for today and find some bedding (that I haven't packed...)

Tah!

Updating...

This past weekend I accomplished... boxes for moving (t-minus two weeks and counting) cleaned out lots of trash from the garden room (and other rooms, but mostly there), sorted out costumes between what I am going to keep and what needs to be donated to the guild, made about five garbage bags full of stuff to donate to goodwill, made a run to the dump to get rid of the car load of stuff from the garden room, filled the car with books that I am going to take downtown to Logo's and try to get them to take from me (about 10 paper bags full), cleaned out the top of my closet and cleaned out all the 'fancy' glassware from the other closet to get ready for packing, not to mention actually packing all the videos, DVDs and things (candles and pictures and such) from the living room. Wow, all that and I still have a really long way to go. But you know what, I love moving!!!

I also have a job interview tomorrow. I'm not going to say much about it until after I go so as I don't get over-excited.

Right now I need to get off the computer and start moving so I can deal with all the stops I have to make this morning...(Logo's, LA weight loss, Suncoast, and then work)

Happy, happy, happy, happy...

Tah.

What does this look like to you?

The new place

It's so pretty.


Itty-bitty shower!!!


Wood burning stove...so nice!!!



Kitchen-y goodness.


Our new bedroom with beautiful built in shelving.