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Thank you, Gustav

I wake up early, but 6:45 am on a Sunday morning is a little early for me. Mary, however, wakes up when she gets good and ready, and she's been up for about 45 minutes playing in our bed. I'm tired.

Our Labor Day Weekend was officially ruined last night. I can deal with not getting to go to Ocean City. It's nice just staying home and getting to spend some time with the hubs since we're on opposite schedules during the week. Anyway, last night I went upstairs to put Mary down and take a shower, and when I got done, we were going to play the Wii. I was drying off and he came upstairs with this look on his face. Honestly, his eyes looked a little glazed over like he was upset. His fucking work just called him, and he has to get on a C-130 at 9:30 this morning to go to Jacksonville, FL, for this damn hurricane. They were originally sending down one helicopter with a crew, but they recalled last night and decided that they needed 24 more people with Flight Mechanic qualifications. He'll be in Jacksonville until at least Thursday. He has no idea what he'll be doing at this point. He kinda wants to do some rescues, but I want him to stay put. I can't tell y'all how much this last minute shit drives me crazy. I mean, a 12-hour notice, seriously?

We had plans to go to dinner with the neighbors tonight at the Crab Trap, but I can't take Mary by myself. It'll be too much of an ordeal, and I'll probably never get my food eaten. Luckily they've got more people than us going, so it won't be a big deal when I back out.

He's totally bummed. His whole weekend is ruined.

When Katrina hit in August '05, it was HELL for Air Station Houston. Dick was going in to work at 2:00 and not getting off until about 6:00am, and this lasted for a few weeks. Gustav is already worse than Katrina, and I just pray to God that hubs doesn't get stuck down there with all that mess.

It wasn't quite as bad with Rita that September, but he did have to stay back on Ready Crew, which meant taking the helicopters to Corpus Christi while I had to evacuate because we lived closer to the coast than my parents did. That effing blew because they had to fly back in with the hurricane. They weren't flying with the eye, but they were in the outer bands. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time...especially since our wedding was in less than a month.

I totally married into this, and it blows. I know it's his job, but it still sucks, and I can still complain about it.

Phew?

Not pregnant.

I really didn't know how to feel about all that. I mean, I would've welcomed a second child with open arms, but at the same time, I can't imagine sharing my love with anyone else right now. It made me really upset to think about Mary not being THE center of my world anymore. I'm just not ready for another baby right now.

There was a little twinge of disappointment though.

I have no idea about the owning different floors of a condo thing. I know that you can do that in a high-rise condo building, but I didn't know that about houses. I would imagine that the owners would split costs for any improvements, repairs, etc. as far as the structure/land is concerned. The guy that we know owns the whole building, but when I see him again, I can ask him what he knows about it.

Gotsta start supper!

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I'll be taking a pregnancy test in the morning.

No need to comment...just say a little prayer.

Currently Soliciting Advice

So y'all send me your recommendations for high chairs. We'll be buying one soon. And by soon, I mean this weekend because when he tells me to research something, I've gotta go out and buy it asap.

And Kelly, the guy that owns this beach house is a friend of our neighbors. He only rents like one floor of it out to tenants. We've hung out with him a few times next door, so it won't be any big deal for us to go there on another weekend. I was just really looking forward to this weekend because it's three days, and it's already starting to cool down here. It was 53 when I left for work this morning. Thank you so much though!

Growing up

What a week.

My baby sister started college on Monday. Ho-ly smokes. And to top it off, she turns 18 tomorrow. I remember when she was born, changing her diapers, spanking her ass, raising her...all just so she could grow up. Kinda makes me sad.

Do you remember the things you were doing at 18? I sure do. God help me. Thank goodness she's not wild in the ways I was. She just likes to poke holes all over her face.

Jim, my brother, started school on Monday, too. He's a Junior this year (though he may still be behind some). He officially gets his license in October (he turned 16 in June, but kids now have to obtain a permit for 6 months) and is already looking for jobs. My baby brudda is growing up, too. Bleh. Too much growin' up this week.

I've been sooo excited about our Labor Day weekend plans. We were invited to go to this AWESOME beach house in Ocean City that has a hot tub on the top floor that overlooks the city. Dick, however, "forgot." He told one of his coworkers that we'd watch his 8-month-old boxer. I was initially told that it would be one night. On Sunday they brought Samson by to meet our mutts, and I asked the guy's wife how long. She says, "It'll be around 6:00 Friday night, and I'm leaving DC around 4:00 Monday night." Oh, the whole fucking weekend. So much for Ocean City.

And what is it about men that they find it necessary to leave out HUGE portions of stories, explanations, etc.? And does anyone else's hubs exaggerate as much as mine? I feel like I constantly have to say, "Babe, don't exaggerate." Drives me nuts.

So Mary has a diaper rash. Let me tell you, there is not a diaper changing that goes by that I don't put something on her...powder or cream. She's only ever had very minor rashes that go away in a day. This one happened overnight and was so bad on the first day (Sunday) that she actually bled. I felt so bad. I'm telling y'all, that rash was NOT there when I put her to bed on Saturday night. She would get really antsy and upset when we changed her. I ended up leaving her diaper off for over an hour (luckily she only peed once, and it was on the carpet...she learned that from the dogs). You could see part of the rash kinda crust up. God, I feel so bad just talking about it. Anyway, it didn't get better as fast as I expected, but it's definitely healing. I'm just waiting on the dr to call me back about any kind of extra-protective cream we can use.

Ok, must work.

Oreology

As I sit here eating four delectably yummy Double Stuf Oreos (dunked in milk, of course), I'm beginning to philosophize (it's a word - look it up). Some smarty-pants once said that it's easier to hate someone than it is to like them. Well, the same can be said for bitching.

'Tis easier to bitch than to delight. ~Jane the Bitch

Doth I have a change of heart? Do-ith I bitcheth less? It might make my coworkers happier. Now I consider WHY I bitch so much at work...because I'm a pee-on, that's why. I get handed all the bullshit that they don't want to do. Do y'all remember Douchebag Day from The Dainty Doghouse? Remember Douchebag? If that mother fucker brings me one more thing to do with a "drop everything and do this now" statement, I'm going to punch him in his adulterous nut sack.

Anyway, here's the photo collage. It's a work-in-progress.

I definitely plan on adding more individual 4x6 frames as well as more "trinket" type stuff (like the small mirror) just to fill it in.

Look at Munchkin pushing up onto her knees!

And this was her first time on the boat! She did really well, but the life jacket was a little bulky. It was right around her nap time, so she got a little fussy, and I had to nurse her over by the tall grasses. She and I were on the boat for about 45 minutes, but we're just taking it one step at a time. I never felt any kind of fear until I stepped onto the dock with her. I immediately thought, "I can turn around right now and be perfectly fine with not putting her on that boat." But I sucked it up, and we had a good time.

Mother fucker

I went to take a few pics of my collage wall, and what do you know...I had my camera battery charging for the last 10 effin hours, and that bitch still ain't charged.

In other news...see my picture? =)

Sleep!

Update...Ugh. I'm just realizing my picture is tiny. Maybe I'll search for another tomorrow.

My boyfriend is better than yours.

I told hubs that MP is my boyfried, so he felt it necessary to insult him. Ass. Why are men so retarded? He then revealed to me who his new girl is...Jessica Biel. Whatevs.

I actually completed one of my many projects this weekend - a picture wall. It's the wall in our stairwell that's been bare since we moved in. I finally got all the pictures I wanted into frames and hung them. It looks really good. I'll try to post a pic when my camera battery charges.

Speaking of cameras...I cannot tell y'all how badly I want a new one. The one I have is a really nice camera, but I reeeaaalllyyy want a digital SLR. I posted the link to Best Buy because they have a big list. I know hubs doesn't want me to spend that much money on a camera since I have one that works fine, but I just WANT it. I don't want to be a professional photographer or anything; I just want to be able to capture all of Mary's moments instantly, ya know?

There was something else I wanted to rant about, but I can't remember right now (that seems to be happening often lately). Well I've gotta run to the post office, so y'all have a good day!

It's all been said and done

Due to complete exhaustion, I probably missed one of the most exciting meets in Olympic swimming history.

But you KNOW I got boyfriend on DVR.

And you know what? He just did what I knew he could do...became the biggest Olympic champion ever. 16 career medals, 14 of them gold, 8 won during one Olympics. And he's 23.

Such an awesome Olympics. I have honestly never watched an Olympics this much. As long as he's there, I'll be a dedicated viewer...and girlfriend. =)

After a heartfelt reunion with my dear Spotter Boy, it was time for boyfriend to swim. And, of course, he won. He's six for six now with number seven being attempted on Saturday. If he wins on Saturday morning, he'll match Mark Spitz for the number of gold medals won in an Olympics.

Ok, this post has been sitting on my desktop since 9:30 this morning. I have no idea what else I was going to talk about. Soooo everyone have a good weekend!

God is good!!

Our sweet Spotter Boy has been found!!

About two minutes after hitting "Publish Post," hubs called me up and said, "I got him." Oh thank you God!!!

My heart is broken.

Scurvy

A little boredom relief from hollystar*...

Fill out the following using one word only. Don't tag anyone. Just post it on your blog and send me the link.

1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Where is your significant other? Home
3. Your hair? Layered
4. Your mother? Changed
5. Your father? Distant
6. Your favorite thing? Child
7. Your dream last night? Work
8. Your dream/goal? SAHM =)
9. The room you're in? Ancient
10. Your hobby? Child-rearing
11. Your fear? Death
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Texas
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. What you're not? Perfect
16. One of your wish list items? Camera
17. Where you grew up? Mexiberg/Mobilehoma
18. The last thing you did? Invoicing
19. What are you wearing? Heels
20. Your TV? HDMI
21. Your pet? Barks
22. Your computer? Addiction
24. Your mood? Funk
25. Missing someone? Slightly
26. Your car? German
27. Something you're not wearing? Watch
28. Favorite store? Target
29. Your summer? Busy
30. Love someone? Fam
31. Your favorite color? Blue
32. When is the last time you laughed? Today
33. Last time you cried? 3rd

Boyfriend is the World's Best!!

I was hanging on the edge of my seat watching MP race last night. Honestly, though, he beat the others so easily. He's now history's best Olympian (Olympiad?) with 11 career gold medals. I'm so proud...he's gettin' lots of love when he comes home. ;)

Haha, in my dreams. Literally.

Hubs came home last night. I'm not sure what time because I was out.

Crap, I've gotta run to the Taj Mahal. Lata.

Boyfriend Update

So boyfriend is now three for three in his goal of winning the most gold medals in an Olympics (Mark Spitz holds the record with seven, I believe). I totally know he can do it. I mean, have you SEEN my boyfriend? My knees shake just thinkin' about him.

I sound totally obsessed, but that's ok because hubs obsesses over Jennifer Aniston. I need mine, too.

I mean, how can you not loooove him?

In other news, hubs comes home tonight, thank the sweet Lord. I'm ready for him to be here. I mean, if boyfriend has to be in China, hubs will do. =)

Can anyone remember when their kids first sat up on their own? Maybe it's my fault, but Mary still falls over every time, and I know she should be doing well with it by now. With her size, it's expected that's she be a little slow in developing some strengths, but I still wonder. Any thoughts?

I Heart MP

There was no way in hell that I could stay up last night to watch my boyfriend swim, but I figured that MIL would try to record it. I came down this morning, and she said that I went to bed right before he swam, and she almost texted me so I could come see it. I really wish she would've because DAMN. After hearing that smug Frenchie say what he did about being the US, I am soooo glad that we won the way we did...by a fingertip. And the guy that talked all the smack about beating the Americans was the final swimmer in the relay. IN YO FACE.

Did I mention that MIL thinks that when we are actually watching the games that they've ALREADY HAPPENED? =)

Sooo...

I highly recommend everyone and their mom going in for a body treatment. Ho-ly smokes. Just don't shave the day you go in. I made that mistake and geez Louise did that sea salt scrub hurt on my shins.

After all was said and done, I decided to go into the steam room. I was in their all by my lonesome, so I pulled my towel off and just leaned back. I was sooooo relaxed. When I came out, I glanced in the mirror and saw these awful red circles on my back. It looked like I had about ten ringworm spots on my back. I freaked. I thought, Holy shit, I leaned against that tile in the steam room and picked up some nasty ass fungus. Or maybe it's an allergic reaction. SHIT. So I instantly jumped in the shower (and took major advantage of the supplied Molton Brown products) and scrubbed. I even washed my hair because I was so paranoid (and, well, there was the Molton Brown). Needless to say, they were still there when I was done. I got home and showed MIL. She was throwing out all these ideas when it came to me...my relaxing bath in the big jacuzzi tub...I was leaning against a million jets. Hence, the red circles. =) Phew.

I told Dick that I'm getting a body treatment at least twice per year from now on...my birthday and Christmas.

MIL is O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D. with the effing Olympics, especially the opening ceremony. She didn't shut up for longer than ten seconds at a time, I shit you not. I finally just went to bed because she kept getting on the phone and pausing the tv. It drives me nuts because it's like I've got my own live commentator sitting four feet away. Oh well. As long as I get to watch Michael Phelps in all his hotness, which is what I'm doing now. Man...he is sooooooooooooo sexy.

A little sadness

Tonight Mary is sleeping in the co-sleeper for the first time since she was a week old. I felt my heart breaking as I rocked her to sleep.

Some of this shit is just so hard.

I always said that I'd never have her sleep in my bed simply for safety reasons, but we did it because she was just not sleeping at all in the co-sleeper. And now I'm addicted to her being next to me.

And now she's not. And I'm sad.

Did I mention that MIL took at sleeping pill at 2:00AM yesterday so that when I went to wake her when I was leaving for work, I had to call her name several times? By the end of the day, she was completely wiped out. I told hubs about it, and he said, "She's insane." Noted.

I called on my way home today, and I heard Mary in the background...crying hysterically. MIL told me that she was trying to lay Mary down for a nap and that Mary was truly very tired and trying to fall asleep. Never has Mary cried like that when I've tried to put her down for a nap. My nerves were on edge.

But honestly, it really is nice to have some help. Both my manager and boss are on vacay this week, and I can't imagine having Mary at work all day without my manager there. And it doesn't hurt that MIL has been cookin', too. =)

Dick comes back late next Tuesday (yay!!). I'm so ready for him to be here. It's gone by fast, but this week seems to be draggin' ass. I'm SURE it can't be because I have a spa appointment on Friday.

Up late

So I just wanted to make a quick post before I pass out...or go get something else to eat, one or the other.

MIL is coming tomorrow for 11 days to help me out while Dick is on deployment. I am glad for the help. I am glad for the help. I am glad for the help. I am glad for the help.

Everything will be fine.