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Showing posts with label How To Piss Off a Pregnant Chick. Show all posts
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Monday, April 23, 2007

Today was brought to you by the letter F!

Have I mentioned I hate Mondays? Seriously, who the hell decided that Monday was so great? And who's bright idea was it to schedule all of my prenatal visits on MONDAYS? Seriously, what kind of shit is this?

Think I'm over-reacting? FINE! You like Mondays so much? You try starting your week out by having some jolly cheerful doctor check your tonsils via your nether regions!! Yeah! See how much you like Mondays then!!

MONDAYS SUCK!!

That being said, here's today's spectacular chain of events.

  • Sleep in on my day off!
  • Wake Daddy Dearest up for appointment.
  • Make DD laugh all the way to town because "I can't feel the wind, turn on the AC!" We drove all the way there with the windows down and the AC on because "I can't feel the wind!"
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  • Nether-region tonsilectomy
  • More epidural comments
  • Baby & Mommie are both perfectly healthy
  • Almost 38 weeks and no progress
  • Doc is still optomistic but exact words were, "Now we just play it week to week. Not looking very promising right now. HAVE SEX!"
  • Cuss obstinant unborn daughter for being too damn comfortable! GET OUT OF ME!!
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  • Waddle through Dollar Tree finding none of the things I went there to buy.
  • Find one of the items on the front wall AFTER I've already paid for my junk.
  • Glare at items and decided it just isn't worth it.
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  • Go to eat at Long John Silver's. Heart set on fish sandwich.
  • Find that LJS is no longer there due to construction. No clue where it went!
  • Settle for cheap-ass fish sandwich from the piss-colored arches!
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  • Get home, call realtor, schedule time to view a house, get address.
  • Decide to go check out house in advance
  • Driving down road (windows down & AC going)
  • DD slows down and sticks head out window to check tire (I haven't mentioned how paranoid he is about vehicles)
  • Laugh hysterically at DD when his hat instantly blows off and lands in the middle of the road behind us. (Guess he couldn't feel the wind either!)
  • Go back to pick up hat
  • Go check out house. It's fabulous, in the country, five acres, and we can afford it. Something will definately go wrong with the loan application process!
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  • Check out nearby road to see where it goes.
  • Discover large tree down across entire road (I'm a "country girl" and I must say this is a first for me. The tree was blocking the whole damn road. AND the road was paved. Okay, so it was "lightly" paved, but still!)
  • Come back home to fill out loan paperwork.
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  • Discover while we were gone "Parking-Challenged" has placed their vehicle smack dab between two parked cars. Said vehicle is strategically placed to prevent anyone from parking on either side of it.
  • Park red car along tree line (not parking area)
  • Move grey car closer to Parking-Challenged vehicle.
  • Move red car beside grey car.
  • Cuss continuously throughout whole process.
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  • Fill out loan papers.
  • Find all necessary documents.
  • Spend a moment admiring my "skills" at writing my divorce decree and settlement.
  • Call boss and ask for tomorrow off to view house and meet with loan department.
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  • Clean closet.
  • Daddy Dearest (holding stuffed animals that go in closet): "Let's play catch!"
  • Me (not ready to put stuffed animals in closet): "No, I'm not ready for them!"
  • Daddy Dearest (grinning): "Okay, then we'll play dodgeball!" (proceeds to pelt me with stuffed pink pig and 50 squishy frogs)
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  • Reorganize baby furniture.
  • Cuss because apartment is too small for all our shit and a baby!
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  • Pig out on stir-fry.
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  • Write pointless blog about day's events.
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  • Go to bed thankful that MONDAY IS OVER!!!

So I wasn't online yesterday because I was sleepy. I wasn't on today because I HATE MONDAYS!! And I probably won't be on tomorrow because I'll still be recovering from Monday (a good "fix" of HOUSE might help!). Guess I'll talk to you all on Wednesday!

Much love and HAPPY BLOGGING!!

Oh yeah, just to make me feel better . . .

FUCK MONDAY!!!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

If you're gonna lie about it...

Quick background on this matter:

Daddy Dearest sleeps during the day & works at night. If you come around our apartment making an ungodly amount of noise during the day, you're likely to irritate him. However, he tries to play nice with others.

So, a little over a week ago, Daddy Dearest is trying to sleep and a fellow resident of this "fabulous resort spa" starts pounding on the neighbor's door. *bang bang bang* She got no answer. Logically, she repeated the action just moments later. *bang bang bang* Still no response. Instead of returning at a later time to reach the neighbor, she continues to repeat this extremely loud process. *bang bang bang* For FIVE MINUTES STRAIGHT!!!

Now fully awake and aware of everything, Daddy Dearest gets out of bed and gets dressed. Meanwhile, fellow resident is continuing to bang on the neighbor's door. Finally "presentable", Daddy Dearest steps out the front door and says to the woman (who has her 3-year-old daughter with her) "If she didn't answer after the first couple of times, she probably isn't going to answer her door. Why not just come back a little later?"

At this point the woman turns around marching back to her apartment, screaming at him, "She's sleeping you F*CKING A$$HOLE!!!"

Daddy is immediately in shock that she reacted this way (especially with her daughter right there) and as she is now right in front of our apartment he raises his voice and says, "You just need to f*cking go home!"

At this point I called him back into the house because I know this woman isn't going to stop, and there's no need for things to get out of hand with a three-year-old present (though I'm sure the girl has seen & heard worse at home). Daddy comes inside and says "I know I shouldn't have yelled, but she just caught me so off guard by talking like that around her daughter."

I agreed and Daddy called the Housing Director to make a complaint about the woman's reaction. Later that night, the HD calls to tell us that the lady had a witness (I looked outside when it happened, her witness was either the three-year-old or the tree!) who says Daddy got nasty with her first and can't we all just get along.

Daddy agrees to just drop it and life goes on as it did before.

UNTIL TODAY!!

I get an email from the Housing Director stating that "someone" came in and complained yesterday that Daddy yelled at them when they were knocking on a friends door and I should talk to him. I immediately called her and told her I was home all day yesterday and it never happened. She wasn't sure what day the event "allegedy happened" so I said, "No problem, I'll talk to him."

Meanwhile, my co-worker (who is waiting for me to finish so we can go shopping) is reading the email over my shoulder. When I get off the phone she says, "Hey prego! Look at the alleged time (1:00 pm)! You've been home EVERY DAY for the past week and a half! Wouldn't you know if it happened or not?"

Well DUH!! Forgot I went home early Monday & last week was Spring Break! Yeah, I was home! Well, I'll ask him anyway because he didn't go with me Monday, but he was awake when I left at noon so I can't imagine any noise bothering him.

On our way to our "shopping spree" (yes, be jealous that they PAY me to go to Wal-Mart and Target!) we swing by the apartment & I ask Daddy if it happened. He says he hasn't even talked to anyone around there. One more stop to tell the Housing Director what I found out and that I can vouch for all but 20 minutes of the past week. She says okay and not to worry about it.

Anyway, the moral of the story is...
If you're going to try and get even by making up some stupid lie... you might want to make sure that the pregnant lady wasn't stuck at home due to doctor's appointments and 24-hours of peeing in a bright orange jar!!

I'm still waiting for a response as to how we would have handled it if she'd have dared to make a "formal" complaint of the matter. I'm slightly ticked off over it because normally I'd have been at work and had no way of defending him on the matter.

STUPID PEOPLE SHOULDN'T BREED!!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Check Mate

This conversation was brought to you by the word "ouch".

*after discussing whether to have an epidural or not*

Daddy: You know that pain is all in your head?
Me: You realize if you tell me that in the middle of labor I'll knock your head off?
T: *laughing*
Daddy: I wouldn't do that, but I'm telling you now.
Me: I realize that but I hope that you get a kidney stone someday!
T: My boss had a kidney stone. You could see the pain all over his face.
Me: I bet. Kidney stones are all sharp and spikey. OUCH!
Daddy: If I get a kidney stone, I'm going to the hospital and having them enduce a coma. Wake me when it's over and I won't feel any pain!
Me: But honey, the pain is all in your head!
T: *laughing* Check MATE!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Yet another FAT wise crack!

*looking up at Baby Ticker*

Okay, as if I haven't already mentioned that the past two days I've been a target for unauthorized (and very unwelcomed) comments about my knocked-up state... I just now read that ticker!

"Mommy is gaining a pound a week. Lay off the cake woman! You're not REALLY eating for two."

You know, that just takes the cake. haha... yeah, that's soooo NOT funny!! Damn people and their stupid WISE-ASS remarks! I'm going to go eat a pint of ice-cream to calm my nerves!

Think before you speak!

Things I've heard in the past 48 hours:

  • "You're looking very... pregnant!" -- hmmm... you look very... UGLY!!
  • "You look like you're ready to be done with this." -- No kidding? Actually, I was just starting to enjoy myself! I thought I might put off delivering her until next year!
  • "Goodness! You just keep getting bigger!" -- I'm pregnant... What's you excuse?
  • "You're starting to walk differently. Are you starting to feel it?" -- I hardly noticed I was carrying around a 25 pound basketball on my stomach! Think about that question the next time someone asks you to move their television. Then imagine walking around all day carrying that television because they can't decide where they want you to sit it down at!
  • "Haven't you had that baby yet?" -- Yes! But I decided I enjoy looking like a hippo and not seeing my feet, so I had fat implants added in all the right places!

The next time you want to make a comment to a pregnant woman you need to think about a few things:

  • Imagine you've been walking around for the past few months carrying an awkward box and every week, someone adds a few more items to the box but never lets you put it down to rest.
  • Then imagine that you still have to get dressed, go to work, function normally, and sleep while holding onto that box.
  • Now picture how wonderful it is to hear people tell you everyday just how tired or fat you look.
  • Then assume that you are a woman who has had a horrible day AND is on the worst day of her period with raging hormones and homocidal tendancies.
  • Once you have pictured the above scenerio, think very carefully about the words that are about to exit your mouth. If you believe that you could calmly smile and continue on your day, feel free to risk speaking your mind. However, having pictured the above situation, if you think there is the slightest chance that hearing what you have to say might inspire you to purchase a handgun and let the whole world know just how you feel, it might be best to simply smile and move on.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

An Afterthought

So... All this unwanted drama over my ex made me realize something!

I'm pretty lucky!

You see, it just occured to me that the INSANE PSYCHOTIC MULE'S ASS I USED TO CALL MY MOTHER IN LAW is stuck with her son for the rest of his natural life.

AND

That STUPID ALBINO P.O.S. NON-REPRODUCTIVE IDIOT I MARRIED is stuck with her as his mother for the rest of her life.

Since he's a perfect example of why animals eat their young and she is the reason children divorce their parents, I think it's pretty fitting that they're STUCK with each other!

I feel better now.

Got any "creative" names for people you can't stand... I'd love to hear them!

The Amazing Never-Ending Ex-Husband!

So, for all of you out there who think that getting married is a cool and trendy thing to do. I'm going to put my two cents in on the subject (and let off some built up steam in the process!)

Quick backstory: So a few years back, I met this guy. Just some random albino I picked up at a motel (FIRST WARNING SIGN!) He seemed nice enough, but what the hell did I know? So after about six months of dating we decided we should get married (what can I say, the sex was good so I figured I could handle it! - sorry too much?) Anyway, we get engaged and his mother turned into the bitch from hell (SECOND WARNING SIGN!) But I had these delusions of marriage and figured I could handle anything that his Mom had to dish out. So my family bit their tongues and allowed me to marry this idiot. The wedding, while beautiful, was a social disaster (THIRD WARNING SIGN!) After three years of marriage I decided that he drank too much, spent too much, stayed out too much, and was generally useless to me. So I moved on.

Now for the good news.

Since leaving his sorry ass, I've managed to pay off all my debts (Note: I wrote our divorce decree because he was too cheap to hire a lawyer so I made sure he got stuck with all the debts he'd ran up!) I also learned that two people can live in the same house without wanting to kill each other all the time, bills can be paid on time if both parties do their share, and not all men think it's okay to stay out until morning partying with their friends.

For the most part, I've done a pretty good job of moving on with my life and eliminating him and his mistakes from mine!

I was mistaken!

You see (a little more back story) in 2005 my (ex) husband renewed the tags on our vehicles. No big deal right? WRONG! I later learned (when the cop was knocking on our door) that he'd bounced the check and didn't bother to fix the problem!! (who ignors a bounced check to the COUNTY!!) Anyway, no biggie, he took care of it, and I had bigger money problems to worry about at the time.

Last year (in the middle of our divorce) I took his name off my vehicle, renewed my tags and proceeded on as if he didn't exist.

However, this year when I went to renew my tags online, it wouldn't let me pull up the info on my old car. Over the phone a lady told me it must have been an error on the State's part & I'd just have to come in person to handle it. No biggie, I can do that!

Today, I went to pay my tags in person. While there, I find out EXACTLY why I couldn't file online. It seems that since I married an IDIOT, I'm now on a "no check list". I'll have to pay my tags IN CASH for the next four or so years!! (Good thing I'd planned on paying cash anyway or I'd have been SOL today!) I tried to make light of it to the clerk (it's not her fault I married an ASSHOLE!)

But the more I thought about it, the madder I got. Why? Because the bad check isn't associated with his NAME, it's associated with the vehicles that were registered! Which means that he (Mr. I don't care if I can afford it, I'm getting a new truck) can pay his tags with a check or online or by mail or by phone. But since I'm still driving the same good ol' car I had when I married him, I (Mrs. Doesn't write a check without calling my bank before & after) CANNOT!!

That sort of BURNS me!

Anyway, the moral of the story is...
...$15 marriage licence
...several hours of typing divorce decree (est. value $400+)
...$111 court costs
...$3 in gas to pay CASH for tag renewal
...Knowing that his BOYS can't swim? PRICELESS!!!

If you're thinking about marrying someone, take a step back (SOBER UP!!) spend 3 months in Uganda, purposely smash your pinky with a hammer, volunteer for a colonoscopy and then decide if it's really worth it.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Go Ahead, Ask Me About My Monday!




Okay, so here's my "believable" excuse. Honestly, I wasn't being a blog slacker this weekend, I just hadn't blogged anything that would interest anyone except my family, so I didn't bother wasting anyone's time here. As for Monday's excuse, well, I think this post pretty well sums up how my Monday went, and I'm certain you will all forgive me for not writing on that day. Had I blogged this on Monday it would have been nothing more than a bitching rant about how much I hated everything. Having held off a day, I am satisfied that it has evolved into a semi-humorous rambling of what a messed up day I had. And no doubt, the length certainly makes up for all three days of missed postings.

I feel that someone should really write to my neighbors and warn them that they are living next door to a highly volatile hormonal pregnant woman.

Previously, my complaints have been limited to minor venting. However, after this past week, I’m on the verge of hiring the local vagabonds to wreak havoc on my neighbors.

Let me elaborate:

In the past, I have been quite disturbed by the fact that my neighbors have allowed their dog (I like to call him Spot) to do his business in the small patch of grass that we like to call a front yard. The housing director has attempted to rectify this situation. First by sending out a news letter announcing that it is just disgusting to allow your animals to poop in the yard and demanding that everyone pick up after their animals. Second, by speaking personally to them about Spot’s preferred location of defecating. Both times, the yard has been immediately cleaned. However, this seems to go in one ear and out the other as they yard quickly fills up with the offending brown material soon after the confrontation.

At this point it must be noted that I am losing my patience. Last week, this 28-week pregnant, waddling hippo made two trips to her car to haul in about 10 bags of groceries in the freezing cold. As I rounded the corner of the apartment building, arms loaded with 3 gallons of milk, I looked up from the careful placing of each awkward step to notice Spot was doing his business in the “front yard” while his 20 something owner stood at the screen door and watched. Had she not immediately called him inside and shut her door, I would have confronted her on it. I mean honestly, how hard would it have been for her to have taken 5 steps out the door and directed Spot (who doesn’t know better) to poop in the part of the yard that is not immediately in front of our doors? It cannot be harder than carrying 20 extra pounds around on the front of your stomach every day.

To make matters worse, last night everything just went to hell in a handbag. Frankly, by the time I got to sleep, I was just proud that I had not committed a multiple homicide in the course of the evening.

My day started when my darling dearest entered the bedroom at 8:06 am and asked if I was going to work. (I’m supposed to be at work at 8:15). I leapt from my bed, banging the back of my hand on the corner of the two-drawer file cabinet that doubles as a nightstand. I immediately walked to the living room (shivering in my underwear) and called work to let them know I was running late. After perfecting the many yoga positions that are required for a pregnant woman to get dressed in the morning, I relaxed while an apologetic man started my car. I then waddled through the blustering drizzle, carefully avoiding the patch of black ice that I had been warned about, got in my car and drove to work. I then managed though a pretty uneventful day at work.

After work, I made my way to the post office to collect a package I was expecting from my mother. While the all day drizzle was little more than a cold and annoying mist, it was collecting at a rapid enough rate to send cold droplets of water dripping from the awning of a building down the back of my neck. After about twenty minutes in line, listening to some twit tell the post lady why she had to mail her packages at the last minute, I finally collected one of the two expected packages and drove home. I managed to throw a purse over one shoulder, my soda in that hand, and balance the box on a hip with the keys in that hand, while I kicked the car door shut (all the while, looking more and more like a drowning cat). Having secured my vehicle I took four waddling steps forward, only to realize I had left the headlights on! (My apologies to the neighbor who nicely stepped outside to inform me of this. I would have acknowledged her was I not focused on balancing all of my junk and a pregnant belly on a traction-challenged surface.)

Waddling back to the driver’s door, I tried to figure out how to free one hand enough to get a key in the lock. This in itself was an act that Circ de Sole would be proud to call their own. After shutting off the headlights, relocking the doors, and rebalancing the box, I managed to waddle carefully to the apartment.

I was happily greeted by my darling dearest, who attentively admired each outfit I modeled for him and offered up roast and potatoes he had prepared for supper. Later, he offered to take me to the movies, since he would have to work on Valentine’s Day. After choosing a movie, he decided to take a nap, and I took the half hour to chat with my family online. At the predetermined time, I woke my darling and we prepared for a night on the town. Dressed and pressed we headed for the door where, upon opening it, we were greeted by two inches of snow that had not been there the hour before! Beings that we are both of a rather stubborn determined nature, we decided it wasn’t slick so what the heck. We mushed onward to the car. I then sat in the warmth of the passenger seat as he swept the snow off of all the windows (you know that wet, my dog pissed on this, sticky snow that you can’t even shake off). Realizing that it was still snowing, and not certain of just how bad it was expected to get, the two of us decided that a trip to the gas station was as far as we were going to attempt.

Reluctantly, we returned home with beverages to satisfy both of us. As we turned the corner of the apartment building, what to my wondering eyes did I see? It was SPOT! Right there in his “favorite” place, leaving a little gift to offend my olfactory glands. Where was the male half of his ownership? Standing at the screen door watching as the dog did his business! I cannot believe this! The two of us, have just left the warmth of the apartment to go six blocks and this couple cannot step outside the door of their apartment onto the step (which has a roof over it) to assure their dog does his duty in a less offensive area! I am simply appalled at the laziness (not to mention the fresh smell of doggy manure).

The rest of the night progressed in a pretty uneventful manner, until which time that I decided to go to bed.

Realizing I had early doctor’s appointments the following morning, I felt that I should get some sleep at a decent time. I shut everything down about 9:30 pm, shut off the lights, and proceeded through the regular bedtime routines. I then maneuvered the sleeping beast back onto his side of the bed in order to retrieve my body pillow (a necessary item for any pregnant woman who intends to sleep a wink) from underneath him. Finally, satisfied that everything was in order, I popped two Flintstone’s vitamins and curled up in a semi-comfortable position that rather resembles a hippopotamus with a leg lock on a giant red sea cow.

As I closed my eyes and began to fantasize about wearing a string bikini on some deserted tropical beach, three things happened in a simultaneous manner: the baby decided to begin an aerobic kickboxing routine, I suddenly had to pee again, and my ears were invaded by the thumping sound of my neighbor’s subwoofer blaring through my living room and bedroom walls.
Not entirely prepared to give up on my honest attempt at sleep, I decided to ignore the baby (and the fact that I had to pee) and instead, I stuck headphones in my ears to drown out the subwoofer. It did not take long to realize that this was not an effective solution to my problem and I was immediately furious.

I sat bolt upright in bed and threw the headphones across the room, which resulted in my darling dearest awaking in a panic asking me if I was okay, to which I mumbled some obscenity under my breath and stormed into the living room where I banged on the adjoining wall as hard as I could (great, now my hand hurts all the way to my elbow).

Luckily for my neighbors, there is a distinctive difference between the sound of an irritated neighbor banging on the wall and the sound that a pissed off pregnant chick makes when she is standing in her underwear slapping your wall with all her might. The subwoofer was silenced upon demand. This is of course the only thing that prevented me from marching outside in the snow (in my underwear) and banging on their front door only to strangle them with an extension cord as soon as they opened it.

Finally blessed with some much-needed silence, I returned to the comfort (I use the term lightly) of a bed that is not equipped to hold two grown adults and the ever-growing stomach they have created. Of course, by now, I’m so worked up that sleep would have been difficult anyway, but to make matters worse, I am overcome with a bout of restless leg syndrome. Oh, the joys of pregnancy. What were those joys again?

I removed myself from the bed (about as graceful as an elephant attempting to climb a tree) and proceeded back to the living room until a later time. After searching though several internet sites, reading a couple of messages that were left for me, and venting on my mother via messenger, I was finally able to make a final attempt at sleep. Thankfully this time, I was much more successful and soon found myself lounging under a giant umbrella, sipping piňa coladas as some native islander painted my toenails (yes, I fantasize about painted toenails. You would to0 if you could hardly reach yours.)

On the plus side, I woke up today and found that the roads were clear enough that I did not have to reschedule the three appointments I had planned. I learned that a glucose test is not nearly as bad as I expected, and I passed with flying colors. We picked up our photos from Sears and even bought the extra prints they offered at a “special” price. I got to spend the whole evening chatting with my favorite cousin online and I thoroughly enjoyed tonight’s episode of House. I guess my neighbors can live another day.