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9/11/2006 I must have jinxed myselfOkay, so I guess I should have left off the blurb about the vacation, cause it all came to bite me in the ass. I called them on Thursday, because I still hadn't heard from anyone, and when I got someone on the phone they were so kind to let me know that my dates were no longer available. Commence complete and utter freak out, including cussing and lots of tears. We got the dates switched around, tho I fear we should have just cancelled the whole thing. We are now going on the 27th and will be home the 30th sometime. The change in plans will allow us to go to Busch Gardens after all, which will be nice, but I will miss a day of work at the radio station. I will also use on less vacation day from the office. That's ok, too. I was PMSing and just totally lost it when they told me that, and I'm sure I overreacted *not really* but man I've been looking forward to this trip for a loooong time.
In other news, Bubba is just as funny as always, but he was a little demon for me for nap time this weekend. It sucked. I can't rehash all of it, because it gets me a bit upset.
Office work is sucking ass. I'm so fricking busy, and it's all stuff I hate doing. I wish I could hit the lottery so I could stay home, or at least find a job that pays better with benefits and better hours, but let's face it, I'm totally dreaming about that. It's just that my one boss does NOT communicate well, and I don't think he understands that I have work sitting here, and when he wants something done THIS INSTANT something else has to wait, and then he gets pissy about why the other thing hasn't been finished yet.
W's stuff on Friday seemed to go ok, but wasn't fun to watch, that's for sure. While we thought he was getting some relief, that has gone away and he's still hurting like mad again. Only in a different place than before, so that is freaking us out a bit. I'm so tired of all of it.
I'm trying to stay cheery. Gonna have dinner with the neighbors tonite. They are so awesome. We're spending a lot of time with them lately, and it's nice. Bubba loves the daughter, she's like 8, and they play together great. I swear Bubba would have been better suited as a little brother, he just loves playing with older kids. And since he'll probably be an only child, we have to make sure he has lots of friends.
Ok, enough for now. I gotta dig through all this stupid work shit that's on my desk, and it's bothering me. I haven't fully caught up on work in over a week, and I have severely limited goofing off time, and I'm still behind. Ugh. I guess it's a good thing I'm NOT leaving tomorrow, since all this stuff would still be sitting here. 9/6/2006 another round of good news/bad newsOkay, haven't done this in a while.
Good news: While going over files to prep them for court on Friday, I discovered 3 of the 4 were already prepped! Woot!
Bad News: I still have ones to prep for Monday.
Good News: I am not as freaked out about money for the bills and vacation next week.
Bad News: Due to this stupid incentive program, I still haven't got my confirmation OR itinerary, and I found out that we can't even go to Busch Gardens, which was the whole point of vacation, because they are only open Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and we are coming home on Friday. And we cannot extend the stay.
Good News: My kid is still the cutest thing in the world, and makes me very happy with his silliness.
Bad News: My goodness, this kid has developed the worst tantrums known to mankind. The stupidest little thing will send him off, and we can't get him to settle. We then have to listen to him screaming and yelling and crying, until HE decides he's done. Not the most fun thing to experience while driving to the sitter's in the morning. *today*
Good News: Some of the tweaks to W's meds seemed to have helped his pain level a bit.
Bad News: He's still not sleeping that great, and is crabby because of that, and I'm still leery about the pain meds because it is still just masking pain not getting him OUT of pain. blah.
I think that's it. Haven't had comments in forever. I think my three readers have abandoned me! *ok not really, I'm sure you're all just really really busy.* 8/29/2006 Udpate update update (?? i suck at titles)Okay, so I worked my little (haahha) butt off Friday nite at the station, between remotes, and broadcasts of high school football games (WTF?) and the race. Add in a computer that wasn't functioning worth a damn, and that was my nite. I drove past a horrible wreck on my way home at midnite, and felt utterly helpless when all I could do is stop, tell the lady asking that I didn't have a fire extinguisher and then drive on. I wanted so badly to help, especially since one car was in a ditch, apparantly somewhat on fire, and the other vehicle was upside down with people trapped. Emergency folks got there quick, but man I just wished there was more that I could have done.
Saturday morning my gorgeous little man returned home, and boy was it awesome to see him. As expected, Grammy and others spoiled him absolutely rotten and we're still dealing with that aftermanth. He absolutely refused to nap, even tho he napped every single day for Grammy. Ugh.
I was excited also because we had the planned trip to the amusement park. It's a small place, but it's been here in Myrtle Beach forever, and this is the farewell season. Something about them not making enough money (I just don't see that) so they are tearing it down for more condos or something. My lord, my child has inherited my love of amusement parks and rides. He did so good, even without having a nap (he fell asleep on the way in the van, but only slept for like 15 minutes.) He behaved quite well, some minor exceptions, and had so much damn fun on the rides, he didn't complain about waiting in line, either. He pigged out on pizza when we took a break for dinner and then more and more rides. I got to ride a bunch of stuff with him, and we all took turns doing that. I also got to ride the huge wooden rollercoaster, largest/fastest, in the state. Will be a shame to see it go. My mom and dad didn't make it, so we are going to try another trip before the end of September.
Oh yeah! It's official, I am going on vacation!!!!! The incentives prize we won back in March finally came through. So off to Williamsburg, Virginia we go in September for a few days. We'll do Busch Gardens, so more rides, depending on how busy they are and how patient W is because he can't ride the big stuff. We'll do a bunch of shows at the park, like the animal adventure one, and that kind of thing since he can't ride. We are also going to try to do some of the battlefield tours or similar things like that. I am so excited. I am finally getting a honeymoon!!!! It's going to crunch the budget, tho, because I refuse to put anything on the credit cards, so I'll be stressed about that for a bit, too. Bubba will stay with my mom and dad.
Not much to update about W, since he again stated he didn't want all his info out there. They are trying more treatments that we tried before next month, and we'll go from there. I am not going to his appt. tomorrow because I'm too pissed at all the run around we got the last few appts. and I think I would be telling someone off if I'm there. W is ok with that (my not being there, that is.)
Hmm..not too much else going on. Our new neighbors got in, I think I may have mentioned that. We've been helping her out, cause technically her hubby is still up in PA, until a few things are wrapped up. I just re-typed her resume and got it printed, since her laptop is acting up, and she really needs to get some sent out. They are such nice people, and I'm looking forward to having a long friendship with them.
Okay, I must get back to 'work.' Not much going on today, tho. I was really busy yesterday, tho. Talk to y'all later.
p.s. I may be out of contact near the end of the week, depending on what stupid Ernesto decides to do. Last I checked, once it hits open waters after crossing Florida, (BE SAFE JOHN!) it's coming right at us. YUK! The first major threat for us this year. Better now than when I'm on vacation, tho. We aren't planning to evacuate unless it hugely intensifies and is going to come ashore as a Category Three or higher. All models are saying it'll mainly just bring rain and some wind as a Cat One. No worries, other than bringing toys/chairs/etc. in from outside. See ya.
8/10/2006 Day 4 of No BubbaOk, so we're in day four of no Bubba. While we've had phone calls every day, they are short and sweet with him, lately. Basically, Hi, Bye, Love you, bye bye. Then he hands the phone off to somebody. It's adorable, but I need some more substance, ya know?
So what have we been up to?
Monday, we went for a looooong walk on the beach, and didn't come home until after normal Bubba bedtime. It's so weird to not have that restriction right now. Tuesday was W's appointment, and I'll get to that later. I ended up with the whole day off work. We then went to the warehouse club and bought some stuff, then to our friendly neighborhood bar, where both of us used to work at one time or another. What started out as innocent, lets have drinks and dinner, turned into, 'hey we're shitfaced, we should probably go home now.' No hangover, thankfully. W wasn't any where near shitfaced, actually. But lordy, was I!!!
Yesterday, we went out to eat again, wtf?, then to get some groceries and then just hung out at the house. And I finally caved and let W convince me we HAD to order a new computer. So after much discussion, and planning of budget issues, we ordered a brandie new Dell desktop. He'd been on a kick about getting a laptop, but I kept telling him it was pointless, when we wouldn't use it enough. We're also going to squeeze digital cable and high speed internet into the budget as well. It should work out ok, and if not, we can downgrade again and be ok. Holy crap it's going to be so nice to be off dialup at home. And on a computer that won't crash if you look at it funny. The keyboard had been acting up lately, too, you would start to type, and it would just leave off the first letter when you start typing. Very annoying, and we never did figure out how to fix it. So, bottom line, we are upgrading! WOOT! I promised him I wouldn't freak out over the budget part, and I haven't so far.
Okay, let's backtrack to W's appt. It was set for 8:45 am and we walked in right on time, and our caseworker was already there. About 45 minutes later, they called us back, man I hate seeing this surgeon, he's ALWAYS behind schedule. I was hoping to get in and out so I could get to work by 10:30 or so, but that never happened. Once in the back, we waited some more for X-rays, and then they kept asking us where the disks were for the CT Scan. We thought they had them, didn't bring our copies with us. His nurse finally came to say, without the disk, he couldn't look at the films, he couldn't see us. I was PISSED. Why the hell didn't they tell us either when we made the appt to bring that stuff, or when they called to remind of the appt.
So we had to GO HOME! then come back with the disk. So we waited and waited once we got in the back for a room. Then we got a room, and we waited and waited for the doc. And then the disk wouldn't work. (Overheard was the surgeon standing outside the door, "And who is W?" OMG I wanted to yell.) So he never got to see the films from the CT which is supposed to help him determine what to do next. He did feel however, that more surgery isn't appropriate right now, and didn't think he could get anymore bone 'in there', meaning the site of the so called fusion. Whatever. He wants W to get ANOTHER MRI, which is for tomorrow, then a follow up with him again next week *incidentally, I get to miss this appt, because I will be in court for work.* And we are to get the hard copies of the films from the CT so that he can finally review them, and maybe he'll change his mind about surgery.
His plan now, after all that, is to send him for another series of injections, which we had done before and did nothing. But, of course, this surgeon said and I'm gonna quote him again, "Well, *I* have a different technique than ABC (who did the first ones) and I think that will be more effective." This guy's G*D complex is unreal. Dude, if you haven't fixed him by now, what the hell makes me think you can or will do anything about it. He's had this attitude that W had the surgery, he should be fine, because *I* operated on him. I'm real frustrated about all of it. Basically if the injections DO help, it is still only going to be masking the pain he's in, which could in reality lead to MORE injury, with no pain. That is totally not what we are looking for. How much is it to ask for them to actually RELIEVE his pain by FIXING him?!?! grrrrrr.
So maybe surgery isn't the way to go, but now we'll always second guess. And how can one guy in the same office seem to think it's the right thing to do and the next guy think not? And our caseworker has been asking for one test for months now and nobody will agree that it might be beneficial in diagnosing where his pain is coming from. She said she will probably get us another opinion and demand one. At least she's as frustrated as we are.
Wow, this got really long. And I could probably add more to the doc visit, but that's sums it up pretty good. I'll have more info next week.
P.S. - Laz: A 'remote' is a radio station work thing. When the DJ's go out to a location, and are doing live breaks, it's called a remote. Someone has to be in the studio, however, to 'run the board' so that they can call in and do their live broadcasts. On the weekends, that person is normally ME. 7/7/2006 yeah whatever *UPDATE*Life is not good at the Hideaway lately. Moody husband, moody Beachgal, moody Bubba. Pardon my quietness, but there's not much point rambling on about how shitty everything is, when noone who reads can do anything about it. Unless someone has a cure for the bad back, and depression, and other stuff hanging around in their back pocket. Yeah, didn't think so.
I may be back soon, may not, but I will continue to read your stuff and possibly comment.
C-ya.
UPDATE:
Hi. I have a problem. See I have this thing I do......it's called, overreacting!!!!! Now, Now, I know it's true, don't try to stick up for me. I do, often at the most inopportune times. All is fine, as fine as can be expected anyway. So while posts may be sporadic, it's only because things are BORING! I do have a funny Bubba story I'm going to post, tho. 6/12/2006 I forgot to mentionSo while roughhousing with Bubba Saturday morning before my parents came to pick him up for the weekend I was the lucky recipient of a backwards headbutt to the right cheek. Oh my lord the PAIN! Worse than labor, and I am NOT kidding. It got quite puffy right away, and red/black. Well by now it's quite obvious something struck me in the face, and I am so thankful that W is actually out of town, because the way the pricks in this office are I'm sure some wouldn't believe me. Anyway, I've had some funny reactions, but I am really NOT looking forward to when the bruise turns green and yellow. Sorry, won't be any pictures of it, either. The pain is still there if I laugh/smile to big and putting lotion on has been interesting. I'm also grateful he didn't land his skull square into my nose, because for sure it would be broken and I wouldn't have been able to avoid a doctor visit.
A sample of reactions:
"Did you hurt your eye?" (this has been my favorite, the tone of voice was hilarious.)
"Beachgal, do you have a black eye?" - that one loud and up in the front of the office.
"WHAT happened to your face?"
It really DOES look like someone punched me. Poor Bubba, he had/has no clue. He was unhurt, of course. But was very good about letting mama sit down with ice on her head for a bit. Oh the joys of parenting a rambunctious toddler. 6/6/2006 Road Trip, Bumps in the roadUnfortunately it's not MY road trip, but I'm the one with the bumps in the road. W took off yesterday for a bus trip to Pittsburgh to visit with his family that never comes here to visit. He's been down in the dumps and we figured a trip would help him out, and luckily an uncle of his decided to pay for the bus ticket. So he is up in PA now, got in this afternoon.
My bumps in the road are work related, and I'm not sure bumps accurately describe. I'm just having a few bad days/moments/whatever, and I'm very frustrated with this job. For the most part, both bosses kick ass, but sometimes, they can be asses. Only having issues with one right now. I just wish I could leave this place. Even if I found something else, the main reason so many of us stick around here when we're unhappy is the flexibility we have. If I want to leave at four every Friday I can, and normally do. When I need to not come in to handle stuff at home, or with W's doc appointments, it's not that big a deal. We all have a hard time walking away from that for another place that would not give us that freedom. But somedays, like the few I've had this week, just don't seem worth that freedom to put up with the crap I have to put up with. And I know no job is perfect, but most have to be better than this one. If only this and if only that. BLAH! 6/1/2006 HOORAY!!IT'S HURRICANE SEASON!!! YAYAYAY! I'm so excited!
NOT! With a title like hooray, you weren't actually expecting good news, right? That's hard to come by around here. And while I *AM* excited for the Montgomery Gentry concert tomorrow nite, I have given up hope of meeting them, and just hope to be able to have a few drinks and a good time. Another busy station weekend is planned, and I'll update then. 5/24/2006 UninspiredI had a list of stuff I was gonna write about, but it seems boring even to me now, so I'm going to skip it.
As the title suggests, I'm very uninspired creatively right now. And overall, really. Feeling burned out at the office, I sit and stare and my work, and don't even care if it gets done. Then I freak out that it's been sitting there for half a day untouched, and rush around and get it all finished up. My bosses have no clue, because they aren't here much lately. I think they are just as burned out as I am, which is NOT good.
On the other hand, I'll be busy at the radio station this weekend, with two remotes, and THEN the race. Also, the other guy who does the Cup races normally, can't do them anymore after this weekend, so I got first shot at covering them and even tho it means losing free time, Bubba time and beach time, I said I'd cover them. So I don't think I'll be having many days off in the future. I think there's only one true 'off weekend' at the end of July, and then a few weekends where they are racing Friday and Saturday nights, which may give me a Sunday off. The extra money won't be a LOT, but it will make a difference. Still not sure if it's going to be worth it in the long run, missing all the time with Bubba.
That's about it. In-law visit was good, they had great stuff for Bubba, clothes and toys and stuff.
Talk to y'all later. Will try to update tomorrow, when I get in from W's doc appointment. 5/9/2006 It's official. I'm working this weekend.Oh well, it was nice to dream about it, but reality has set in, and I won't be going to the race. My other boss called today and asked what was going on, and since the guy that normally does the Cup races, the guy I switched scheduled stuff with last week, also asked for the night off, and had I gone and E gone, there would have been noone to actually WORK the race at the station. So I told E that if he manages to scrape up a ticket for the race from our boss, to go and have fun, and I'd just tell JW *the boss that does the scheduling* that I would just work. So that meant I'd work Friday and Saturday, the race Friday nite, a remote early Saturday and then a 5 pm remote then the race Saturday nite. But then JW calls back and the other guy was willing to work the Friday nite race and the early remote Saturday. So it turns out I'll only be working the 5 pm remote and the race Saturday. I'm cool with that, because it means I get to watch the Cup race without chasing a toddler around part of the time. And since I won't be going to the race I won't be spending my bonus so I'll have that to tuck away, and maybe W and I can go out this weekend or something. Who knows. As much as I would have enjoyed being at the race this weekend, maybe it's best I'm not going. Then there wouldn't be any thoughts in W's heads about this kid, and all that junk. We'll get to races again someday.
So tired. Must go to bed early tonite. I thought CSI Miami was on at 9, but it was on at 10 so I didn't get to bed early last nite. I think I'll head to bed shortly after American Idol tonite. I can exercise with it on and then relax for a bit.
Catch y'all later. 5/8/2006 hahahah jokes on meI guess the kid didn't realize how MUCH tickets on the bus were, because he just called me and said he can't buy them. BUT, if our boss has extra tickets/seats, which he might, they are ours. So, my bubble is burst, which just figures. At this point I'm just going with the fact that I won't be going, and can just be pleasantly surprised if it works out. 5/5/2006 I am NOT quite in freak out mode yet, but.....My check engine light came on in my car when I was out doing an errand for a boss. NOT GOOD! It JUST got an oil change and something with the power steering doohickey changed at the dealer, due to a recall. well the oil change was done somewhere else. So W is going to have to try to take it back to the dealer. Trying to avoid freaking out, but I am getting close. GAHAHAH! I'm so sick of bad things happening to us. 4/10/2006 I am so sick of my life right now.Okay, so I wrote about the good news/bad news of the past few days. Here's another whopping dose of bad news.
W went out to his buddy's to go hunting again today. No big deal *sorta*, except I figured he'd stay home and do some of the stuff we needed to get done around the house, since I was so sick this weekend I didn't do any of it. He said he was gonna take care of that stuff tomorrow. (He promised he was even going to dust!!) Well that won't be happening.
He called me as I was trying to put Bubba in the bathtub, letting me know that his truck blew up. That's right as he was driving back to his buddy's from the field, he saw huge plumes of white smoke coming from the back and from under the hood. So the 'work' we had done AT THE DEALER last week, which cost over four hundred bucks was real worth it, huh.
So instead of putting Bubba in the bath, I had to run to the store and get the meds he was planning on picking up on his way home. So that put me behind schedule here, and again, I'm still real sick and not in a good mood by now. So home from the store, I call W for an update and they got it towed to this guy that his friend knows. But of course, he couldn't look at it now, he was just able to tow it to his shop. It's a very good possibility that something is wrong with the transmission line, which IS one of the things the dealer worked on, and cost about half of the total. So we are obviously going to have to fight with them to get this fixed or something.
The guy who has the truck at his shop right now will fix it if it's minor and easy, but then we gotta pay him, and try to get paid back from the dealer. And there is the possibility that it's something more serious and then what the fuck are we gonna do. I am so unbelievably pissed off at the way everything seems to go for us. I got so worked up I had to do a damn treatment and now my heart is still racing from the albuterol. At least it helped and my breathing has calmed down.
I just don't know how much more of this I, (we) can handle. I snapped at W, saying maybe he'll have learned his lesson about going out to the middle of nowhere again, considering gas prices are killing our budget and it's a long trip out there. Having the truck break five miles from home is a lot different than 50 miles from home. And I know it isn't his fault that the truck broke, but dammit. I didn't want him going this morning anyway, and I asked him to be home for dinner. That obviously didn't happen.
A lot of emotions are coming to a head right now for me. VENT EDITED OUT.
I wrote a helluva lot more, but erased it. Unconstructive venting. Not sure if I'll leave the last bit up for long *I didn't*.
I'm off to bed. cough hack wheeze wheezeThat has been my life the past few days. So damn sick. Used my nebulizer like crazy on Friday and Saturday to keep myself breathing. That issue has finally eased up a bit, but I'm still coughing up lung material and feel lousy. Haven't slept well since I don't know when, but it's been worse lately. Ugh. I think I'm on the slow road to recovery, but man it just sucks.
Lot's of stuff going on. Kinda balanced with good news/bad news:
Bad news: Had to spend over four hundred bucks on W's damn truck last week. None of that covered by the fancy extended warranty we have on it, either. That made me angry. But at least we were able to pay for it without using a card. Seriously tapped the savings account, tho.
Good news: I got a new credit card, only for balance transfer purposes, won't be spending on it. It's zero percent on transfers until August of 2007. So that will save us interest for 14 months...that kicks ASS! Already took care of transferring the card I needed to. It also means I don't have to pay that card next week!!!
Bad news: More drainage planned to the savings, W really needs to go to the dentist. Probably needs to have two teeth pulled, at the least. We really don't think the teeth are salvagable. He can't eat without it causing more pain, or drink cold stuff for that matter. I told him once we got things together with the budget we'd get him another plate so he wouldn't have gaps where the teeth got pulled out. We already did that on the bottom for a few he had issues with a while ago. So here we go again.
Good news: While working the Busch race at the station on Saturday a lot of really nasty weather was moving in. We had tornado warnings/watches and severe thunderstorm warnings/watches. It was bad. One of the bosses called me and said "Hey, since you are there, it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to do a break with updated info on the severe weather. Call big boss and find out for sure." So I called the other boss and sure enough he said that would be fine. So in like TWO MINUTES I put together a quick statement about the thunderstorm/tornado warnings and when the race next went to a local break, I did it LIVE on the air. And I didn't get any where near as freaked out as the first time I did a live break. About twenty minutes later, when the info updated, I did another one! Man it was sooo cool. I don't know anyone who actually HEARD it, but still.
Bad news: I think Bubba may be coming down with something. He woke up from his nap at G-ma's yesterday really really hot. Granted he was tucked up under the covers for his nap, but even after stripping him to his pull-up and letting him run around like that for a while he was still boiling. His temp was 103. So we gave him motrin and he seemed to perk up a bit. He was hot again when he went to bed, and hot this morning. I left dosing instructions with Nanny, but unless he's really feverish, she won't give it. Which I guess is ok, I just don't want the poor guy getting sick. It's been hard enough dealing with ME being so sick.
Bad news: I AM SO DAMN TIRED. Bubba woke up a few times through the nite last nite, and didn't STAY up, but fussed enough that I needed to go in and rub his back and he went back to sleep. He may have just been dreaming, but if I hadn't gone in and he full blown woke up, it would have sucked worse. I just wish I could manage a day off without having to go running around doing this and that. Better yet, it would be nice to be able to nap at work.
Umm..I think that's it. Except *YUCK* why does cough medicine taste so gross. I just took another dose and it grosses me out. At least it's helping.
Talk to you all later.
3/25/2006 When it rains it pours.Ok, so who said things were looking up for me? Cause I absolutely beg to differ with you. Last nite, after Bubba's bath, incidentally it was a group bath, we got the last minute cleaning stuff done before the inlaw invasion this morning. I was getting ready for bed and was brushing my teeth, and lo and behold, NO HOT WATER. Remember the water heater fiasco from November? Seemed to be repeating itself, except this time we can't just slap a new part on it. Well, we COULD but then we run the risk of the house burning down. We're actually lucky that didn't happen this time. More things for me to freak out about. Long story short, we are yet again rescued by W's brother, who has bought us a new hot water heater. W is busy trying to install it right now. I insisted more than once that we had money in the savings account for these things, but he wouldn't hear of it. It's nice to have such a great support network for when we need it.
So here I am at the station to do the Busch race and wouldn't you know, it's been red flagged because of SNOW!!!! Yes, I said snow, not rain. Never before in all the years I've followed NASCAR have I seen it start snowing like mad during a race. It was absolutely hilarious watching the crewmen and tv guys playing in the snow. A lot of fans were hurling snowballs down towards the pits and pelting the crewman. You had to see it to believe it, and I was laughing pretty hard over all of it. Anyway, instead of getting out of here at 5 pm, and heading to dinner at a place like Chuck E Cheese, we may not get to go until after six or even later or not at all. And I really was looking forward to doing the crazy, let the child run around like a maniac hopped up on pizza and soda thing. And the games!!! Oh well, might as well think positive about it. I just don't want Bubba out until really late, and had we left here at five it wouldn't have been so bad. Guess we'll just wait and see.
Not much else to say right now. Radio coverage is gonna start back up in a few minutes. Track drying is going to take a bit longer, tho, according to the tv. 3/24/2006 I knew it would happen eventually... *UPDATED*I just didn't expect it to be such a big deal. Seems W has found this site, not that I was ever hiding it. He's not thrilled that I've written so much stuff about everything for all the world to see. As I've tried to explain to him, I only have a few people that read. He's just not comfortable with all the info being out there for someone to do something with. I see his point, but I don't give his name, our son's name, or you know, talk about when we last had sex or anything.
So yeah. I'll still be writing, just no major details about him I guess. I'll look into making it more private, as well. I still have to vent and if I can't do it here, then he'll have to listen to it all. Which means this site will get even more boring, too. Sorry y'all.
UPDATE:
He's not quite as upset as he originally led on. So things will be fine. I'll just leave out some stuff, like my rants about all the bills and such and not be so detailed about him and his back. 3/1/2006 Blah blah blahWell a week and a half into W's strict eating habits makes him a bit grumpy! But as of Saturday, a week into it, he's lost 12 pounds! He's so excited. I told him not to expect such big losses each week, and he knows he probably won't. And I keep explaining to him that it's not really a diet, more like just a lifestyle choice now. And thanks so much for the good wishes, Laz. I've been eating healthy and exercising for it seems like forever now. It's how I managed to finally get rid of Bubba's "baby weight". And for the first time in a very very long time, I am actually under my pre-pregnancy weight. I don't really think I need to lose many more pounds, I just need to do some serious toning.
As far as potty training Bubba, we've been working on it for a while. Very casually at first, just once a day putting him on his seat and trying to get him to go. He took to it pretty good, but had many periods of no interest whatsoever. Now, he can stand up and pee on the big potty, and he loves it. He only has to sit to poop, and he still uses his seat for that. I've actually just noticed a trend of his staying dry overnite, too!!! That is awesome, cause we haven't said much about him trying to hold it overnite. Oh, and the bribery works wonders for daytime training. Every time he poops on the potty he gets money in his piggy bank. Or an M&M or some similar treat. He rarely pees himself lately, and normally only when napping, or we haven't been around a potty if we're out somewhere. So proud of him, and I'm hoping he finishes up soon. Pull Ups are just as expensive as diapers. I guess we're also going to have to break down and convert his crib into a toddler bed. He's given us no trouble with trying to get out of crib and he sleeps all nite long, so I have just delayed making the switch. I don't know how well he'll do when it comes time to just lay down in a bed he can get out of on his own. My nephew is in a 'big boy' bed and has been for quite a while, and he just turned two. Oh well. I don't know if it's a big deal or not. He doesn't mind his crib, so whatever.
Work is driving me crazy today. All week, actually. One boss is out of town, in Vegas. He'll be back on Monday. Other has been in court most of the week, but he's still able to get me all frustrated over stuff. Nothing promising in the classifieds for jobs, so I guess I'm still stuck. Man I need to win the lottery or something. Or finally get W fixed all up so we can make our settlement with Worker's Comp. We get enough bills paid off and maybe I'd have more freedom to consider a different job that didn't pay as much as this. And maybe we'd get something with health insurance. Still holding out that maybe the radio station will offer me something full time. But since I just asked to have fewer hours, I don't really see that happening anytime soon.
Well, back to the slave grind. Talk to y'all soon. 2/11/2006 Open foot, insert mouth.I am going to try never to say that things in my life are boring, because then life tends to throw a nice big monkeywrench right at my head. Not an HOUR after my last post, my mom called me crying. In a nutshell, my dad was working in Florence, SC which is about an hour or so away, when he complained of chestpains. His coworkers packed him into an ambulance, called mom, who then called me. While we were hopeful he was really only having an asthma attack, it wasn't. He had a mild heart attack, and when the got him into the cath lab, his artery was 99.999999% block. So it was good that it opened back up, it didn't open up that much. He now has a permanent stent in that artery to keep it open. They don't believe there was much permanent damage, but any damage is bad, obviously. He was doing well by the time we got there to see him and was moved out of ICU yesterday. Discharged today, strict changes to diet/lifestyle prescribed. He's going to be a bit resistant to that, because he's a stubborn old man. But we are quite lucky that he is ok, and has a good prognosis and all that.
The other update is the wonderful news from my concert last nite. Man what a show. And my boss WAS able to get me and W backstage. So cool. The guys were really really really (YES it deserved three) nice. They signed my station tshirt, and a CD cover, and posed for a pic. And because of W's back, we were able to get special seating, since he wouldn't be able to stand through the whole show. I only wish we'd had camera phones, since I had to run the camera back to the car in order to get in. We did use our phones to record some stuff, but it really doesn't sound that good. WE know what it is, but others probably wouldn't. We had some drinks before and during, and met some people that were seated next to us that were really cool. Turns out we knew the guy's dad from the bar W and I used to work and still go to from time to time. We ended up going out to a Waffle House for 'drunk food' after the show. We hope to spend more time with them in the future, even tho they are a bit younger, we still need to have friends.
Ummm. Not much ELSE going on. I am at the station tonite, because finally, NASCAR has started back up. The Bud Shootout is tonite, even tho rain is probably going to delay it a bit, I'm so excited to have racing to look forward to every week again.
I'm off. Talk to y'all later. 1/30/2006 finally something goodWell after a horrible start to my day with work and other stuff, I got good news. My boss at the radio station has secured me two tickets to Lonestar, coming next Friday to the House of Blues. And maybe, just maybe, meet and greet passes to go along with it. I'm thrilled with just the tickets, since it saves me having to buy them, because I would have if he couldn't have gotten them for me. So if the meet and greet comes through, it will be totally awesome.
Also, got taxes done Thursday, as planned. We're getting a LOT more back then I anticipated. Enough to pay off one credit card, and have a little left for getting new tattoos. And since we got a second offer from a different card company for low rates on a balance transfer, we are gonna be able to do some cool stuff. So basically we'll go from four accounts, (three credit cards, one other) to two credit cards with low interest rates. That should help the budget a bit.
The Kid's Safety Day was a blast. G-ma had to cancel, so me and Bubba went on our own, and ended up running into friends. Bubba sat in two firetrucks, an ambulance and a police car. Not to mention playing with a real police dog, and a "Crime Dog" which was a trooper dressed up like McGruff or some sort of crime dog with the big furry head. Got fingerprints done and had lunch.
That about sums up my weekend. I'm hoping the rest of the days goes better.
Talk to y'all soon! 1/23/2006 Jeez, I really CAN'T catch a breakOkay, so work is back to normal, computer up and running and all that. I'm just a bit behind on work, yet here I am posting. HA! Talk about screwed up priorities.
Anyway. The weekend started off okay. After working Friday night, I got to sleep in cause Bubba was at G-ma's. I went and got my hair permed, it came out great, thankfully. Spent the rest of the day with my parents, W was out hunting. We went for a long walk on the beach, man that was fun. After dinner, Bubba and I made our way home. However, our trip was interrupted. And while I realize I'm lucky things weren't worse, I'm still upset that it even happened. As I was driving, along one of the many little short cut roads around the busy highways, I either hit a pothole I wasn't aware of, or edged of the side of the road, which was apparantly bumpy and evil. Cause all of a sudden, the car just started shaking and thumping, and I knew it was a flat. I immediately got off to the side of the road, put the blinkers on and got out to look. Wasn't I lucky, it wasn't a flat tire. It was TWO flat tires!!! Both right sides tires were flattened. How many cars come with two spares? NONE! So after fishing my dead cell phone out of my purse, I plugged it into the charger I thankfully had in the car and called my house to hopefully get W. After trying three times, he finally answered. He couldn't come get me, he'd had a few beers and couldn't risk driving. Oh, but that was before I realized both tires were flat. Same with calling my dad to come rescue me. *Incidentally he had planned on sending me and Bubba home in their van, and then calling AAA like he was driving my car* So eventually, I got it conveyed to all parties that I had TWO flats and my dad wasn't really gonna be able to do anything at that point. He came anyway to keep my company while we waited on our mechanic friend Bob to come and see what he could do. Either patch the tires so I could drive, or whatever. Also, W called our neighbor, who agreed to drive him down to me, and take Bubba home, since it was now past his bedtime. So. Papa (my dad) arrived, and kept us company, and eventually Bob showed up with W not far behind. After he checked the tires, he found holes way bigger than could be repaired. So he put the spare on the back end, and hooked the car up to his tow dolly, and towed my car home. W went with him, I went with the neighbor and Bubba, and Papa went home. So that part of the saga was complete, and hey, it was only an HOUR past Bubba's bedtime. Also, before anyone else showed up, many many cars passed by me, without stopping. I was half on the road, right outside this very very ritzy development, with a fricking LOCKED GATE, yet noone cared. Finally after half an hour, and guy stopped, and checked to make sure I was ok. He had older kids in the car, and was so nice. I said a quick little prayer for him and his family as he drove away. He was the only person that stopped.
So that's how my Saturday ended up. Sunday started with W taking me to work in the truck, and then going to Sear's to get new tires with Bubba. Turns out, one of the tires still had a warranty/hazard stuff on it, and it got us a discount of almost 30 bucks on a new tire. So two tires later, mounting, balancing, labor and other whatnot stuff, the cost was a hundred bucks. Ugh. What frustrates me the most about the whole ordeal is that I KNEW the tires were low on air, just hadn't bothered to do anything about it. I had told W, expecting him to take care of it, but I don't blame him, I blame myself. I have no doubt that had the tires been fully inflated this wouldn't have happened. But I am grateful we weren't hurt or anything, and Bob actually said I was lucky both tires went flat or I probably would have spun out quite badly. So yeah. All in all, could have been much worse, but still sucks ass.
W and Bubba picked me up after work, we went home, had lunch, put Bubba down for his nap and waited for the Steelers game. Woo hoo! Bubba behaved enough for us to actually watch the game, we had him waving his Steelers pants around in the air because we didn't have a Terrible Towel. He loved it. Eventually Bob made it over to put the new tires on the car and things were a little better by then.
And that's my weekend. Now I'm slaving away (ha, writing blog entries) at work. Hope you all had less drama in your weekend. See ya. |
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