Friday, June 25, 2010

Ho Hum...

It's summer time but I have not abandoned you, I just have nothing to write. This is what B and I have been up to:
With no children asking random things, co-workers sharing inappropriate things, and truly not doing anything I have nothing to share :-( I promise I'll come up with something for next week...

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Enough is Enough

It has stormed here every day for the last solid week. I don't mind rain. I don't mind thunder. I don't even mind lightening. What I do mind is the massive headaches I've been having from the constant changes in air pressure. It's gotten to the point where I've taken more Imitrex this week than I have in the last several months and it has left me with one unresolved question-What kind of masochist designed the packaging?!?! My head is pounding, I can barely see straight and I have to work through three layers of hard cardboard and reinforced aluminum foil...are you f*cking kidding me!! Finally I decided that I had enough of this bullsh*t. I cut out all the pills in the package, shoved them in a *normal* pill bottle and relabeled it with my label maker. I mean seriously people, three protective layers? AND if you push too hard your crush the tablet. F*cking awesome. Sorry, as you can tell I am a bit bitter tonight. Hopefully the storms will pass, my near constant headache will diminish and I can return to your regular fun loving sarcastic blogger.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Gripping the table for strength

Last night Girlfriend and I were talking over dinner and the topic of children came up. Here is a bit of what I remember...

Girlfriend: 22 months.
Me: Say what!
Girlfriend: tweeeennnntttttyyy-ttwoooooo mmmmmoooooooonnnnnnnnths.
Me: But, but, but we don't have enough money and my parents are still far away and did I mention money?
Girlfriend: One, we will never have enough money. Your argument is not valid. Two, your parents are moving here. Second argument is not valid. Twenty-two months and something needs to be growing in here (pointing to belly).
Me: WAIT! Growing in twenty-two months?!?! Not starting to try having something growing then? So that pushes the time to....um, have I mentioned I will be staying home the first year?
Girlfriend: (hysterical laughter) NO!
Me: Well it's not up for negotiation. I am not putting our six week old baby in day care. Not happening. At two they can go to daycare and I will go back to work. We would only have your income for a year, that's why I'm spazzing out over here.
Girlfriend: I'll keep looking online for other openings and you freaking out on me makes more sense now. Would you feel better if I pushed it to thirty-four?
Me: Thirty-four? What is thirty-four? I can't do that kind of math right now!
Girlfriend: I added twelve. Breathe and let go of the table.

I had to go and change my shirt because I had a serious case of the "freak out sweats" thinking about money and kids and money and money. Today I am doing much better. I realize that we truly will never have enough money but we will make it work. We then got into a very serious talk about children and church and her coming with me. It's really important to me that they go and make their own decisions as adults but we need to give them the opportunity to decide for themselves. She knows my faith is really important to me and gets mad at me when I skip church to sleep in. My argument is not that the children go, but that we need to go as a family. Her argument is that it can be the thing that I do with them and her thing will be taking them to the batting cages. Here is a bit of fun in an otherwise serious conversation that will be revisited later on (but resolved within the next twenty-two months):

Me: Then they can make the statement, "Why do I have to go and mom doesn't?"
Girlfriend: I'll tell them because their mother said so. That's the end of that conversation and debate. We both win. You have them in church and I'm home sleeping.
Me: Nope. You have to go too...because their mother said so. Haha I win!
Girlfriend: They have two mothers. Those statements cancel each other out like paper/paper in rock, paper, scissors.