It's been 4eva!!

Wow it's been a realllly long time since I wrote on my blog! Now with alllll the free time in the world I'm starting up again! Let's see what's been going on in my life lately? I got FIRED from my job of exactly 25 months on the day of my termination. Why did I get fired you ask? Simple human error. I set the alarm for my office but forgot to lock the door. Nobody would have been the wiser if some assinine customer hadn't shown up at 7am thinking for some unknown, god-forsaken reason that I would be there. For 1, I'm not even AWAKE at 7am, let alone am I at work! For 2, that office has NEVER been open before 9am. NEVER. For 3, there was no car there indicating that anyone who worked there was indeed THERE. Bah! Oh well, I was going to quit next month anyway because I'm going to college. My boss wasn't sorry in the least either. I didn't get a "it was nice working with you", "good luck", "happy trails", nada! Fine jerk! At least Obama has love for the single mamas and he's gonna pay for me to go back to school. :)

What else, what else...got a new tattoo on my wrist. I love it!! It says "memento vivere memento mori" It's latin and is essentially a reminder to live your life to the fullest because one day you will die.

I've been single for awhile now and am honestly in no rush to find anyone, which is different for me! lol

I started finally utilizing my gym membership and got a gym buddy to go with me 3 times a week! YAY! no more "baby weight" lol. I figure that 15 months after having him, claiming it's baby weight is no longer a valid excuse. Not for me anyway. I'm only 30 lbs lighter than I was when I got induced to have him and for me that's just not acceptable! Especially since I gained 54.5lbs while I was preggers! I've got about 30 lbs to lose before I'm back at a healthy, sexy weight for me.

Yesterday my cousin Bre and I went on a little road trip to Monroe, MI to attend an autograph/photo session with Peter Facinelli, aka Dr. Carlisle Cullen in the Twilight movies. Any time with Bre is ALWAYS a blast and a half. She and I are always crazy and we totally get each other. We're both crazy and intense and say what's on our mind. We seem to be on the same wavelength too. Like saying the same things and such. For instance, yesterday on the way to monroe we were rocking out in the car to "jessie's girl" by rick springfield. We were both leaning side to side together in perfect time. We were doing 2 beats per lean and then at the end of the chorus where it goes "woman like that" we both, without planning it, did three one beat leans simultaneously! Perfection! We both died laughing of course. Like I said, it's always a good time.

So we left my house at 6am and arrived at the mall in monroe at 8:40am. We were about 100-125 people back which was great! So we waited outside until 10am when the mall opened and then waited inside in line until 12:45pm when Mr. Facinelli FINALLY graced us with his presence. He is definitely one sexy man and Jennie Garth, his wifey, is one lucky lady! It was cool because a portion of the proceeds from that day are going to support Alex's Lemonade Stand Foundation which supports finding a cure for childhood cancer. You can learn more about it HERE. It was started by a cancer patient named Alexandra Scott. The foundation operates on the principal "when life hands you lemons you make lemonade". Alex passed away on August 1, 2004 after a 4 year battle with cancer. I think this is an awesome foundation and have decided to begin my own annual lemonade stand and send all proceeds to ALSF. I encourage anyone else who reads this to do the same. It's a few hours of your time and goes to a great cause, curing childhood cancer. I know that as a parent one of my greatest fears is losing one of my children and anything I can do to helping ensure that no parent ever has to hold their child's hand through chemo, I'll do it.

Speaking of my children, they are a handful and a half! They're sitting next to me on the couch while I write this. Eating chocolate chip cookies and watching batman and robin, Kaiden's latest obsession. I can't believe he's going to be 4 in just 3 weeks! He has grown up so much lately I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. It really does go so incredibly fast. He's been potty trained for several months now and right now we're working on learning all of his letters so we can begin working on reading! Wow! It seems like just yesterday he was a little tiny baby and now he's my big boy! Ryland is 15 months old now nad he is an absolute hoot! He's got a dozen teeth now and a head full of curly blonde hair framing his beautiful green eyes! He runs everywhere and has taken after his brother with climbing like a monkey! His favorite thing to do right now is climbing up on the coffee table, walking right to the edge, and then screaming for me to catch him while he jumps off! Ahhh! Crazy kids!!

Ok, I think this is enough of an update for now, see you tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel.

Quotes a la me!

I have a tendency to have a slow brain to mouth connection...if I think something I usually say it and then later think that perhaps...that would have been better left in my head! Here are some classics:

When wondering out loud how one goose gets to lead the entire V:
"Did you ever wonder how they decide which goose gets to fly at the front? I mean, did that goose sleep their way to the front of the V? Are the other geese behind her going 'stupid slut, she slept with Tom and now SHE gets to lead us all to cabo?!'"
Later I found out that it was the goose with the highest level of magnetism in their head or some scientific shit like that.

When looking for my sister's newly chipped off tooth: "I found it...oh, no wait...that's a rice krispie."

Talking about my slip-n-slide va-jay-jay: "I never have to worry about buying any KY...it's like my body's own little way of clipping coupons and saving money!"

When getting a pelvic exam from the doctor:
Doctor:"hey, toss me some lube."
Me: "Geez...you could at least take me out to dinner first! Olive Garden sounds nice!"
Doctor and Nurse in unison: "OMG Hahahahaha!!"

And that's it for now...my brain has malfunctioned and is suffering from a rather severe case of CRS.

I'm a kiss slut

Yup, that's right. I'm a kiss slut! What can I say, I love to kiss!

My first kiss was when I was 5. He was 10 (what can I say, I was a hot little number) and we were in the breezeway at my house...not very slick...my mom caught us and chewed the boy out. Little did she know that we made out at the pavillion at the park too...hehehe...

I mean, what did she expect? I had 2 boyfriends at 4 years old! Player! Of course when pre-school ended I had to kick them to the curb. Kindergarten was coming and there were going to be other boys and I surely wasn't going to get myself tied down to one man so young!

And boy was I right! With kindergarten came Ben Strycker...boy did I chase THAT boy around the playground! Woowee! Of course me being a girl who was obsessed with him automatically did not bode well for our relationship, but I gave it the old college, ok kindergarten, try! Alas, after the puppet string incident in 1st grade it was all over for us...but I digress...in 3rd grade there was Brian. We decided on the bus one day that we would be boyfriend and girlfriend. So I told him to kiss me, because being the smart little cookie I was, I knew that was what boyfriends and girlfriends did! Yes my friends, that was my first french kiss, at the tender age of 8. Sloppy, but decent considering the fact that he was less experienced than me.

3rd grade ended my "cute" phase and threw me into my awkwardly skinny, frizzy haired, flat-chested, freckled girl phase. I hated that phase! Talk about a dry spell! I didn't have another man until 6th grade and that was only because he was double-dog dared to be my boyfriend and everyone knows you DO NOT refuse a double-dog dare! You can't! Of course that ended quickly. You just can't force a relationship like that!

Around this time I was getting teased by all the boys because while the rest of the girls at least had fat nipples, I still had nothing. They told me that I would be flat-chested forever. My BFF Rebecca came to my rescue and told the boys they'd be eating their words once we got to high school because I'd have the biggest boobs out of everybody! Who knew she had magical powers? I sure didn't! But I believe that on that day she cursed me. Yes, cursed, not blessed. It is a curse when you end your freshman year of high school as an A cup and a week later walk into drivers ed with a full C cup. Do you know what kind of rumors that starts? I was 15 and the rumor was that I had implants and that I was just recovering really fast...yeah...kids are really smart. The torture continued throughout the school year. "Hey what is it today? Jello or pudding?" To which my response was, "I dunno, how bout you? Socks or a roll of quarters?"

Finally I caved and showed someone, that killed the rumors but then fueled every guys desire to get their hands on those puppies! That and it also fueled the hatred of me by most girls in the school. I had gone from the likeable short skinny girl with no curves to speak of, to the girl with nearly the biggest rack in the school, and that made me an evil bitch and a slut. Didn't you know that big boobs=slut? If you didn't, you do now. Truth is, I didn't actually lose my V-card until 2 months shy of my 18th bday. Though everyone would have liked to believe it was MUCH earlier than that. But that's another story for another day.

The worst thing about getting big boobs when you're young, is that while all your little flat chested friends are shopping at the trendy stores, you have to search high and low for something that will fit and not flatten or over-accentuate (i.e. slut-up) your cleavage. Not an easy task, trust me! I was too skinny for the fat girl store, and to chesty for the trendy stores. I went naked. Not really, but it would make for an interesting story huh?

So back to me being a kiss slut. I've kissed more men than I can remember, some good, some great, some god awful. But let me say this, the worst kiss EVER is the sloppy wet kiss. I want to kiss you, not smell your saliva on my face for the rest of the day! Gross! I'm not your territory! Don't mark me! Yuck!

Best kisser ever was definitely this guy named Brian. He worked at Journey's in the mall and he was a bad boy. I was 18 and oh how I ♥ the bad boys! Not only that but boy oh boy did he rock my world! That was the first time a guy ever pulled my hair and bit my lip when he kissed me and now if a guy doesn't, it's totally ruined for me. Thanks Brian! You upped my kissing kryptonite and I'll always be grateful!

That's all for now, maybe I'll remember more later...maybe I'll have a top ten list like Dave Letterman, maybe not, but you can all look forward to the virginity story...til then...

Least Favorite Things...I think this'll go platinum....

You know that song My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music? Yeah, well I'm gonna re-write it for my purposes of telling you all about some of my LEAST favorite things. :)

Monsoons in spring time and whiskers on women
Over-bright headlights and itchy wool mittens
Brown paper packages covered in tape
These are a few of my least favorite things

Dogs with butt nuggets and the people who own them
Ordering a Big Mac meal with a diet coke
Wild party girls with their nipples exposed
These are a few of my least favorite things

Girls in white outfits with blue undergarments
People who don't know it's to, too, and two
Lake effect snow in the middle of March
These are a few of my least favorite things

When I see a
Girl in spandex
When I'm feeling blonde...
I simply remember my least favorite things and then I don't feeeeeel soooo dumb!!

So I was thinking today...

So I was thinking about my ex today. He just popped into my head for some reason. And I was thinking about if we had stayed together and had children. Now, bear in mind that he has two beautiful children who I love dearly, but he has red hair. And is pale as snow. His son, got blonde hair, his daughter got his strawberry blonde hair. And on girls it is too cute, but it would have been my luck that we would have had sons and *shudder* I was horrified at the thought of the little male ginger babies we would have had! lol, that's terrible, but it's soooo true!!

So is it wrong of me to always think of whether or not the potential children I could have with a mate will be attractive or not? I mean, I know I have good genes, but (and especially if they haven't procreated previously) what about them? I mean, how am I to know which genes will show up dominantly in their children? Whew! It makes me really nervous!! I mean, I REALLY lucked out with Ryland looking like me because, quite frankly, his dad has started to look like a cabbage patch doll, and on a 34 year old man that is NOT attractive. He didn't look like that when we hooked up, and Dawn agrees that he's looking weird now too. Anywho, that may make me sound like a heinous bitch, but it's the God's honest truth.

Moving on, yesterday as I was walking in my house (after having to ask my neighbor to have all of the birthday party guests that parked in front of MY house move) I was walking inside and heard a male voice from behind me say"hey", so I turned around and it was this guy in a car. I'm too far away to see who it is. So this guy goes, "hey, what're you doing?" I was like, "I'm gonna go make dinner" rolled my eyes, and started to walk away. And he was like, "what you don't remember your buddy Will?" So I screamed and ran over to him and gave him a hug. So this guy is a very attractive black man who I used to work with at a factory. He wrote me poetry when we worked together and has always wanted me bad. But I've never looked at him like that. I've always thought he was hilarious and smart, but I wasn't attracted to him in a sexual way. So when he called me today, instead of leading him on I laid it out for him. I said look Will you're an amazing person, you're attractive, smart, funny and just an all around great and fun person, but I'm not attracted to you like that. He says he understood, but I know he was hurt. I was really happy to see him though! Sigh...he wrote me another poem last night. It's cute, really it is. The first poem he wrote me was based on my name. Like each letter starting the line was a letter in my name. I feel bad, but he and I are a lot alike and I really value his friendship. I've known him for 2 years now and know that if I haven't developed those feelings for him yet after all the time we spent together, they're just not there for me. Unfortunately they are there BIG TIME for him. He told me "I just don't get it. Every other woman I want, I get. Except for you. You just broke my heart again. I'm over you now. But we're cool, we can still be friends." Which I'm really glad for!

Why? Why me?! Ugh!

My fwb (friend with benefits) stood me up last week. Yeah. Stood up by my fuck buddy. Nice. He even called me 3.5 hours before-hand to confirm plans, and then never showed up. To top it off, he didn't respond to any of my phone calls. I called twice that night and twice the next day and left him one voicemail. Nothing. What's really disappointing was that that was honestly, THE BEST SEX of my life. So I'm really pissed off. I mean, fuck, at least call me and let me know that you're not coming over. Be courteous. Be a courteous jackass. Boo to him.

Boo.

Proactiv

Started proactiv today...we'll see how it works. My forehead and my mouth/chin area have started breaking out REALLY bad lately. It's driving me crazy!!

So, before picture:

Yes, I know it's sideways, tilt your head...

NeoPlanet 2

Help us please!

I found out today that my grandpa has lung cancer. It is at least Stage 3. He's going in on Thursday for surgery. They are going to take part of his lung, possibly the whole thing. My grandparents can't get the money to pay for the surgery without paying large penalties so my family is going to try to raise the money to pay for it ourselves. We are going to be making and selling diaper cakes, homemade soaps and candles and all proceeds will be going to pay for the surgery costs. If anyone is interested in purchasing some of these please let me know! We can ship them to you too! The soaps come in really fun shapes too! Some of these would be great for kids who want some kind of reward for taking a bath. Scrub up enough and there are toys in your soap!

Loch Ness Monsters

Easter Eggs

Crayons

Snake

Also we have organic soaps that come in Apple Cinnamon and Strawberry Fields. They smell really yummy and have natural exfoliants in them to make your skin silky smooth!

And there are also homemade candles.

And diaper cakes! This is a small one, we can make them as big and ornate as you want!

Front view

Top view, the thing in packaging is washcloths made to look like a lollipop!

Anybody who is interested in ordering ANYTHING, please let me know!!

Really now....

So, some interesting things have happened lately....

First, there was this tenant who I always had a thing for, but him being a tenant, I never made my move lol, well last week he moved out...after he walked out I thought to myself, I should look him up on myspace...I didn't want to seem like a stalker, so I didn't. Then that night after I put the boys to bed I got online and lo and behold...he had looked me up! Score! I thought that was rather ironic. So clearly there's something there.

So, fast forward a few days and 3 days after he gets my number and says he'll get ahold of me...nothing still...so I shoot him a little note on myspace saying that I was disappointed that he no longer wanted to do naughty things with me...he of course responded saying that he didn't do naughty things, he was a well behaved young man...but that he seriously had been thinking about doing naughty things with me for awhile. So I told him to get on the ball because I never stay single for long! He responds with this...

Sounds like we are pretty much both on the same page. My only question is what do you want from this?? Is this just 2 adults enjoying each others company, or are you after something serious?

So I tell him the truth. That if he wants something serious, I can try, but can't promise that I'll be able to dedicate the time to a full blown relationship at this time. And that if we're just gonna hang out and it turns serious, great, if not, that's fine, but that either way it'll be fun because damnit I'm fun! But really, I'd quite like to rape the hell out of him! :)

He read it...and didn't respond...grrr...I hate that!

So then, I'm doing a lease at work today and one of my tenants (an older black man, about 60 or so) walks in with a bag and sits it down on my desk. I look and there are flowers in said bag. I'm like, "oh are those for me? Thanks!" He tells me yeah, it's for st. patricks day. Weird, but ok. So he leaves, and like an hour later I remember so I look in the bag. Flowers, Juice, Raisins, and a card. Yeah, you can't make this shit up. Apparantly I need some more fiber in my life...so I read the card. It says, and I quote, typos and all (with a few interjections from me):

Hello! Beautiful, I know we talk a little at your office about a lot of things, I was just curious if you could use a special friend in your life at this time. (special friend, like a doll? not quite.) You've been saying your a single parent and I am single, maybe you would like to have someone around who would say and do nice things for and to you. (Did you catch that last part? The "to you". Can I just say that gave me the huhhhs.) Some things about me, I am an Industrial engineer out of work, drawing benefit checks until the economy picks up. I have 5 degrees in business and technolgies. From Chicago and living here in Elkhart for 4 years. My last girlfriend is in jail for none payment of child support, she's white with 4 kids and I don't know when she gets out.

He signed it and included his cell phone number.

You don't believe me? Here's a picture of me with my juice and raisins! Gotta love that fiber!!!

In other news, the bear got his first tooth yesterday! Oh, and Kaiden destroyed his tv, it won't even turn on. How he did it, I have no idea, but he did! So now, he goes to sleep with no movies. That first night was rough, but after I told him he didn't get to cry about something that HE did, it's been ok. I told him that even thought mommy COULD get him a new TV, she won't. He went to bed with absolutely no problems last night. This could be the night time salvation I've been looking for all along!

Pictures of the bear:

Bananas are my favorite!!!

I'm trying to crawl mom!!

And I've started on Ultra 90...I'll keep you all abreast of how that goes...so far so good! Oh, and I'm also starting the curly girl hair method, also known as no-poo! (no shampoo ya sickos!)

Til next time!

xoxo- Janice

You put the lime in the cocunut...

So Friday Ry and I drove the 3.5 hours to the Indianapolis airport for our 1:55pm flight to LaGuardia. Picture this. Me with Ry in his Snuggie on my front, carrying my purse, the diaper bag, another small bag, the big rolling suitcase, and his carseat...by myself...can we say OMGWTF?!?!!! So...with all this stuff I get up to the check in counter and find out that the flight has been delayed an hour and a half which is going to make me miss my connecting flight in LaGuardia to Syracuse. Great. So they rebook me for a 4:45 flight...which gets delayed to 5:30! lol, so I make the most of it!

I got my first pedicure ever and Ry was the most amazingly well behaved child (as usual). I picked up a book at the bookstore that I think everyone should read. It's called "Are you there Vodka? It's me, Chelsea." It's by comedienne Chelsea Handler and OMG talk about a LOL kind of book! I was snort-laughing my way through the entire book! The fact that she refers to her father as "bitch tits" just killed me! Then the part about her red-headed boyfriend's "pitcher's mound" downstairs...HI-larious!! Found out from my pedicurist that she also has a book where she documents her one-night stands. Each chapter is a new man! Can't wait to read it!

Above is a pic of Ry and me at the salon getting my pedi! And below is him sitting in a chair at the salon playing like the little angel he is!

So anyway, we get on our little puddle jumper to DC and Ry sleeps the way there and is just perfect. We get to DC and let me just say that I really hate that airport. I just do. It's crowded and full of yuppies ignoring their children because they're too busy talking about stocks, politics, and paint colors. Shockingly this flight boarded ON TIME! Just a gate change this time! Regardless, the flight was good, and Ry slept again!

So, we finally land, and I drag my exhausted ass off the plane and there's Daniel. At this point, I'm so tired I could have cared less if the a horny leprechaun had met me, I just wanted out of airports period. So, being Syracuse, NY it was snowing (shocking, I know) and it took something like 2 hours to get to Ft. Drum. I slept the entire way. When we got to the apartment everything was in the living room and all the bedroom doors were closed. Odd, but ok. He had purchased a baby swing for Ry and already had the pack n play set up for him. So Ry and I laid down on the bed to sleep while he put the swing together. Swing got put together and all I wanted to do was sleep. Think that happened? If you said no you guessed right! Hell, it had been awhile, so I went for it, and lemme tell ya, I'm gonna have to talk to my doctor because I feel like I'm 10 years old again. Even tampons hurt. Something's not quite right. So I finally got to fall asleep at like 3:30/4am. Ry was up at 7. Daniel slept til like 9 and then got up and got donuts from the store because he had like NO food. He had some rice krispies and some Vitamin D milk. I DON'T do Vitamin D milk. Can't do it. Just can't. So...fast forward to Ry's first nap and I want to, 3 guesses......no, I want to take a NAP!! Well...let's just say I had to force him off me so that I could sleep. He slightly redeemed himself by taking care of Ry for an hour while I slept. After I woke up I decided to take a shower and get ready for dinner. I got all cuted up and told him to get in the shower and get ready. He did. And his idea of ready was a wrinkly t-shirt and some jeans. No. Just no. Turns out that he has 5 shirts. 2 of which should NEVER be worn in public and should be burned quite frankly. So finally I got him in a dress shirt and we left. We went to Applebee's for dinner and I ordered a steak. Unfortunately when I got the steak, it had a big tendon running through the middle that made me throw up in my mouth a little so they made me a new one, which came out not done well enough so they took it back and cooked it longer. Through all of this the waiter was nothing but polite, got us our drinks promptly, took our order prompty, wasn't overbearing in any way, did everything right. So during dinner Daniel tells me that "I really should have waited for a corner booth because I have a hard time with people being behind me ever since Iraq". Really? It's fucking Applebee's. I don't think that Osama is gonna jump out of the woodwork and kick your ass! So, we got up to leave and I looked at what Daniel had written down as a tip. There was a line through the tip spot. Yup. He was gonna stiff our server. OH HELL NO! I told him to fix it NOW. He did and I personally delivered it to the server and apologized. After that, I was done. So let me list the transgressions:

1. No food in the house but a 52" flat screen TV.

2. 5 "shirts" ( but really only 3 of them count) but a 52" flat screen TV.

3. Constantly trying to get at it after I told him repeatedly that this was not going to be sex fest 09.

4. The "PTSD". I don't buy it. If you have PTSD if fucks you up to go anywhere. Not just Applebee's. You'd be paranoid about the farmer behind you in line at Wal-Mart.

5. Not tipping the waiter.

6. He looked like he was going to die. 150lbs on a 6'2" frame is not a good look. Not for him at least.

7. He told me he spent $600 on his daughter for Christmas, but has no clothes, no food, no furniture and a 52" flat screen TV.

8. I can't lie very well.

I realized that we are two VERY DRASTICALLY different people. That, and Sunday morning when I woke up I discovered Daniel sleeping on the floor. I woke up at 7:30am. He woke up at 11:30am and I asked him why he slept on the floor. Well...apparantly he tried to cuddle up to me the night before and I (while sleeping!!) said "ugh, move!" and then, "This is a waste of my time". Talk about breaking it to him gently! Jesus. I had no response when he told me I had said that because, well, I was done. Needless to say I was on my way to the airport 2 hours later. And guess who took me? You're never going to believe this one; Don. My ex-fiance Don took me to the airport. And it wasn't awkward at all shockingly enough! It was actually kinda fun!

So we got the airport at 2:55, flight was at 3:15. I haul ass up there to go through security and the metal detector goes off, they make me step aside to get searched. It's 3:05. They pulled EVERYTHING out of the diaper bag and tested it. Really. Do I look that dangerous? Does Ry look that dangerous? Turns out it was my wal-mart bra clasp setting it off. Thanks a lot Vassarette! So I start RUNNING to the gate. Mind you Ry is in a snuggie and I've got a purse and a diaper bag too. This had to look hilarious and/or pitiful. Either way it sucked! And when I got to the gate, my flight was....guess....DELAYED!! Gah! Oh well, ran for nothing! Eventually we got on the plane and took off to Philly. Here's a picture of Ry in the food court at Philly. Now, Philly's airport I love! Lots of shopping, everyone was polite! It was great! Then we flew from Philly to Indy sitting next to a Pilot with whom Ry was fascinated! Of course, he had an awesome hat and badge! So we get to Indy and here I am again, trying to wrangle all the luggage and the baby and the carseat AND to remember where I parked! Finally I found it, but damn! So then we drove to Anderson and spent the rest of my Vacay with Amanda and her wee ones and we had a blast! She has a baby girl who is 9 days older than Ry but such a peanut! She's only like 13lbs! Here's some pictures of the lovers!

Aren't they just too cute?! They loved each other! And she and I are like long lost sisters! Strange how we met, but I love it! We've got a great back story for our friendship!

So, even though everything didn't go as planned, I don't regret it, because if I hadn't gone, I'd have never known, and let's be honest, be going there and it not working out is a LOT easier than having him come here and it not working out. :)

Long Lost Brother

So yesterday the boys and I headed over to my Uncle Todd & Aunt Kate's house. We're sitting around and I asked how my newest little brother, Dakota, is doing. Kate showed me some pictures and they told me he's up to 5lbs now, which is double what he was born at, so yay! Then Kate asked me if I had ever met my other brother Brandon. At first I thought she was talking about my bio dad's step-son, but she was talking about my half-brother that I knew existed, but knew nothing about other than he was male and younger than me. Thus began my search for my little brother. And I found him! And he wants to meet me too! I'm so excited!

new day

It's a new day...but I'm still creeped out about the nasty jacking-off-on-the-phone creepy stalker guy...but I changed my number so hopefully *fingers crossed* it's all good now.

One week from today Ry and I are flying to New York to see Daniel! I'm so excited! I can't wait to get there!

Tonight I have to go babysit my nephew Zachary for 2 hours, that's gonna be fun, except for the fact that Ry will be exhausted by the time we leave, and I'm gonna have to do a drive thru dinner. Well...at least I got my tax refund back today! woohoo!!

In other news, I have a giant pimple and it's really pissing me off. My sister tells me to stop whining cuz I never get them, but damnit, when I do they're awful!! Like, make you wanna put a paper bag over your head awful! Yuck!

So I got some new siggies from siggie town today and I absolutely love them!!

Aren't they beautiful?!?! I think these are my favorites ever! Amy did an amazing job! Thanks Amy!

Ok, well....that's it for now....

.........to be continued.........

I'm fucking scared

Last week I received a phone call from a Restricted number at about 8:30am. When I answered it the person said in a low breathy voice "I wanna fuck you in your ass" I hung up. They called back about 15 times and when I answered I yelled into the phone "STOP FUCKING CALLING ME!!"

I just received another phone call. Again restricted. And again they said the same thing, "I wanna fuck you in your ass". This time, I stayed on the phone and listened and it sounded like this guy was masturbating while he was on the phone. Like he was getting off on scaring the shit out of me. Well guess what, it worked! I called the police and they're sending someone out to take a statement because I'm fucking terrified. Crazy ass shit happens these days and I don't want to be another girl who's story makes it into Cosmo warning other girls of what I should have done. Fuck that!

Men, Monsoon's, and Meetings, oh my!

So, it's been a minute since I blogged. Dawn is due in 15 days, and I'm really excited to meet Ry's little brother Addison! Is that weird? Well, even if it is, I don't care! She and I have become really good friends and we're there for each other, because really, we know Adam won't be and we want the boys to know each other. The new baby that's due in July...honestly, I could care less because I despise it's mother. I think she's manipulative and deceptive and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her. Which is not that far! She of course now has her default pic on myspace set as her ultrasound picture and her new myspace name is "fakin bacon pimp shit" of course spelled with all the really cool upper case, lower case, ! instead of an I, and a $....really....you're 32 and you still do that shit? Anyway. Since I last blogged they broke up and got back together twice...(and I'm the immature one? please!) Oh, and you know how she's supposedly on bed rest? Well...her status lately has been things like, had a long day at work....I'm so tired!, Back to work tomorrow! The weekends aren't long enough! etc, etc, etc....really now....bed rest means no work....I was on bedrest with Kaiden and threatened it when I was pg with Ry...NO WORK...very interesting....but oh well, Adam's dumb enough that he won't question it. He thinks with his dick. Always has, always will.

Moving on....

Work is going really really well. I had my yearly review last week and my boss was very pleased with the work I've been doing and really complimented me on how much I've improved over the last year. (I started where I am as the assistant property manager and 2 months later we got bought out by the company I work for now and I moved up to Property Manager.) When I started I didn't know Jack. The previous manager didn't really tell me much about the financial aspect of the business or auction procedures and a lot of things the previous company did was illegal and wrong, and I didn't know. So, everone just assumed I knew and I had to figure almost all of it out on my own, plus learn all new software, and I was pregnant and I moved, and yeah, it was a nightmare. So we discussed my future goals with the company. I told him that I want to move up into a marketing position at the home office eventually. He said that if that's what I want he's going to help me get there. So this week we had our quarterly meeting in Indy. ( I got a full night's sleep!! Yay!!!) We have a new property manager, Karen, who is older than time and by the end of yesterday I wanted to punch her. She's old, but I wanted to punch her. And here's why:

We had a brainstorming session/challenge where we were divided into 4 groups and everyone had a different challenge to come up with a solution to where money was no object. Ours was how to get more people in the door, LeAnn was the one writing everything down, I was the speaker, and LeAnn and I were the ones coming up with EVERYTHING while Karen shoots everything down. 'Well we don't have anything in LaPorte. That wont work.' A constant barrage of no, no, no, stupid, hate it, no, no, negative, life sucks, eat shit and die....you get the picture. So finally I looked at her and I'm like "look, we cannot just focus on YOU we have to focus on everyone's properties. We've got 5 minutes left and we've got nothing. Be quiet and quit shooting everything down!" We ended up coming up with a great idea that everybody loved that Karen claimed "just would never work." Kiss it ya old bat!

So after the meeting I went and met Autumn, the girl who sued me almost 4 years ago and I was on judge judy with, at a local bar. Her father passed away last year and he was awesome and they were very close. I found out and sent her a myspace message sending my condolences and we both decided that the past was the past and we wanted to reconnect and catch up with each other. It was so much fun! I missed hanging out with her so much!

So I left Indy around 5:15...during, apparantly, monsoon season in central Indiana! I mean, it was awful!! Stop lights out everywhere, traffic backed up forever! It took me almost 2 hours to get out of Indy! And I wasn't even downtown! I was on 96th St.!! I got back to Elkhart and got my kids at 8:40, packed them up, drove home, pulled into my complex and went "DAMNIT!!!"
No power. No fucking power. So I ran in, lit a candle, gathered up clothes and diapers and such and went BACK to my moms and stayed the night there. Yeah, fun.

Today I get to work and Microsoft has updated my computer, and in the process, severely effed it up! Got it fixed, but for a second there I was panicking hardcore!

So life's been interesting, as usual, but good. Oh yeah, we got cable and all that at home now! So now when Kaiden is irritating the holy bejesus out of me, I can just turn on the Imagination Movers and he's in a whole other world! Score!

Well...that's it for now...happy blogging!!

*gag* I think I just threw up in my mouth a little

Surprise, surprise! The two little love birds are back together again! Seriously? Good lord. I love you! I hate you! I love you! I hate you! I love you! I hate you! It's getting old!

Anywho, apparantly whoever made up the shit that got me kicked out of WHC is off running their mouth again with untrue tales of my life. This time apparantly I asked a fellow WHCer to adopt my children from me. Yup. You read it right. Adopt my kids for me.

In reality, this conversation DID take place, but it was a JOKE! I was stressed, tired, fighting with my mom, had broken up with my fiancee, kids not sleeping, etc, etc, etc, and said "Hey wanna adopt a toddler? lol" or "toddler for sale!" Something along those lines, and really, haven't we all said that a time or two? Seriously now. Of course she said she would absolutely take them! And maybe a part of me WAS serious, but it was a moment of complete and utter desperation on my part. And the fact that 4 or 5 months after it happened it's being talked about, wow. Somebody's really bored. I'm just glad that a true friend came to me and asked me what had really happened. It's nice to know that some people still care.

On another note, I threatened to punch a UPS driver in the face yesterday. Yup. He decided that on a "no signature required" package, he wanted a signature. Look buddy, if I had wanted you to require a sig I would have asked for it! Just leave the shit on my doorstep!

Kaiden decided to make a concoction out of the fridge contents the other night. The result was a bottle of juicy juice apple juice with large carrots and mandarin orange slices in it. Yum. And of course in the process of opening the juice he spilled it on the floor. Nice. Sticky juice. Underfoot. woo hoo. I should have taken a picture, but I didn't.

Look how much my baby has grown up! This first pic was about 1.5 years ago.

And this weekend, he lost

his baby face! He's a little man now!! God it's scary how much he looks like his dad!

And a picture of Ry Bear!

Anywho, life is what it always is...DRAMA filled! I just can't wait to go to New York and see Daniel!!