My Daily Struggle

I MOVED!
Yes, I did it. I did it again.
I moved my blog.

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I own a magic shirt...
Tonight was so strange. First of all, let me preface this entry by saying that I feel like a tubbo lately. I have been desperately trying to lose this pregnancy weight..and damnit..it's hard! Okay, having said that, tonight I got a record amount of compliments on my looks.
It started with a lesbian saying, "I wanted to tell you this earlier, but I didn't, so I'll do it now- You're stunning."
I was floored. I think I even blushed.
Then, it was the older single white guy with the british accent that told me I was beautiful and tipped me $10 on $13.
Next came the gay man playing darts that pulled me aside to say, "You have a beautiful face" (this is what you say to someone who's fat). None-the-less, it was a compliment, and I take whatever I can get these days.
I credit these out-of-the-ordinary comments to the shirt I was wearing tonight. From here on out I declare this shirt to be my "feel good shirt". The best thing about it is, I got it at Target, on sale and it was the last one.

ARG!
I knew I should have gone into web design. I know nothing. I'm going to have to buy that book Web Designing for Dummies. It amazes me, the number of people, that just "have" this knowledge- ( Brooks, and Tony)
I mean, how do you know this stuff? I've been putzing around for the past three days trying to figure out this crap and I'm right where I started! Help a sistah out!
If I didn't have to go to work in an hour, I'd be at Borders because I'm a Dummy.
I'm trying to figure out how to morph Flickr, my new camera, and my blog..none of them are cooperating. POOP.

Oh, and one more thing: Is this a joke?
Christopher Walken 2008

New Toy...

Check out the detail. It's amazing! Why is everyone asleep? All I want to do is take pictures. You can even see her baby mustache. Cool.

Why do I have to be so impulsive?

I did it. I bought it. It's my last hoo-rah before I go broke. I'm freaking out!

Nikon D70 SLR. Too much camera man!

How could I have doubted?

Clearly this is my child. Look at her! Look at how she's eyeing that bacon, egg and cheese biscuit! She's only 3.5 months and she knows a good thing when she sees it.

Tonight, I had her on my lap after dinner. I put her bottle down in front of her on the table and she was eyeing it like a hawk. She totally knows what it is. IF that isn't impressive enough, she started to swat at it. She was very intent on having some dinner herself. I helped her out a little by positioning her closer and if she didn't put both her hands around it and pull it to her mouth! I couldn't believe it. Of course the nipple hit her square in the eye, but hey, for a first try, she couldn't have done better.

The Brickstore Pub

We took our Bub to the Brickstore Pub. Suzanne and Phillip met us there and we sat in the new section upstairs. I was very impressed with the addition. In the photo, Kitely is on the left and that there is Audrey on the right. Kitely is only a month younger, but is so much better than Audrey at holding her head up. Babies are so interesting, how each one individually progresses. This could get competitive!

"My baby is more White Trash than yours!"

"But my baby dresses like a slut!"

The funny thing about the evening was, for most of our stay, there was a couple sitting across from us that looked to be about 8 or 9months pregnant. Having two newborns to stare at for the duration of their meal, I'm sure, helped them enjoy it more. I wish I would have savored those last few "dates" with Tim. Not having to worry about bringing enough milk, forgetting a blanket for cold feet, periodically getting up for a stroll, the inevitable interruptions you can't avoid when you have a baby. Just dinner.

3 Months Old

Backlogged.

Wow. Three months and no major problems (I hope I'm not jinxing it). You were at the beach for your 3 Month Birthday. Traveling with you is easy. You're such a trooper. You are truly becoming your own little person. I think of you as "Audrey" now, and not as "Baby".

RIGHT NOW-

My favorite thing about you is: the way you smile when you recognize your Dad and I. Also, you do this thing now where you grab a foot in each hand and stick your big toes in your mouth. I'm impressed.

The most frustrating thing about parenting is: when you scream in the car and I can't do anything to soothe you. I've never heard of a baby that DIDN'T like riding in the car....well, now I know at least one exists! (I would hate having to stare at the backseat too..so I don't blame you.)

What I'm most looking forward to is: You still have yet to give us a belly laugh. I know you're holding out on me. You know how badly I want to hear it..so you're making me wait. I know.

The biggest relief would be: If you were a little more trusting of others. The other day my parents came for a visit and you were very fussy (it was close to your bed time) and I let Mamaw give you a bottle. You screamed and wouldn't let her feed you. You did the same with Papaw. As soon as you were handed over to me, you took the bottle and calmed down. I hope this doesn't mean you are going to be clingy. Oh, I hope not. They already think you're spoiled. Can you spoil a 3 month old?

I really put my foot in my mouth this time...
...and my other foot and two fists.

There is this super nice guy at work named Andrew and I got the wonderful idea to set him up with a friend of mine. I asked him if he had a sweetheart and he said "No, but I'm lookin'" and I thought "Rad!" Well, I mentioned to him that I had someone in mind that I'd like to hook him up with. Throughout the day he was making comments and telling me stories about making curtains with his mom and stuff. I thought, "How sweet. He's trying to let me know that he's gay." I got his number and thought I would invite him out with us to one of our get-togethers. Well, after getting my new sucky schedule (I work Sat and Sun now) I realized that I wouldn't be able to invite him out. So, last Sunday we worked together once again and I said, "Well, it looks like I won't be able to invite you out..seeing as I'm not even going to have a social life anymore, I'll give you this guys web address so you can check him out on your own.." He then remarked in the nicest softest way, "Angela, I'm not gay." I stood with mouth agape simultaneously turning 10 shades of red...and muttered an "Oh my god, I am SO sorry." I wanted to cry. Partly because I made such and ass of myself and partly because, Brian, that was your date.

No pictures today..
I am running out of space on Yahoo for my photos. I haven't a clue as to what I'm going to do. Does anyone know of some free hosts? Hmmm. Maybe I should just upgrade to wordpress or something, but I don't know how to do that stuff. Any suggestions?

Well, about this time every night, I've been working on a sign that Michelle commissioned from me. Michelle is a regular at the bar (man, can she drink!) and she's also the proud owner of a well-to-do salon in town (Jaunt). I'm getting a free stylish haircut (hopefully) for painting this sign that reads:
"Welcome to our 'OOL' Notice: There is no 'P' in our POOL, please keep it that way" Seems like a small price to pay for a $40+ haircut, huh? That's what I'm sayin'.

Speaking of "saying"- several unnamed people that have been reading this journal keep "saying" that they are going to start one up, but have yet to do so. DO SO. You know who you are. I'm getting tired of reading the same ol' journals. I need some new material! Gitter done already.

Thursday night we are leaving for THE BEACH! I can't wait. I think we are going to splurge and get a really nice room right on the beach. (That wasn't our initial plan.) What the hell, you only live once! I'm going to be really really really broke in a couple of months, so this will be the last trip we take for quite some time.

Hey, guess what? I didn't talk about Boobs OR Babies!

Well, I got the cheesy JC Penny photos back. Boy howdy, they sure are cheap. What happened to QUALITY? Do people know what that word means these days? They ARE funny though..and I will post them soon.

Tim and I vowed not to turn on the TV all week. It's been great, but contrary to what I thought, we haven't gotten much done. I thought we'd be inspired to do more laundry or clean the house or you know, tie up loose ends. Yeah, not so much. I think I just ended up staring at the baby more.

Audrey and I went to the doctor today to make sure she's still gaining weight. She's only gained 1lb in 2 weeks, but hey, she's gaining damn it! 11lbs 2oz., but she did gain a 1/4inch to make her 24 1/2". I bet she'll be 6'2".

After Tim got home we decided to go to the mall. Wha? Yes, Lenox, to return a lamp that his mother bought us from Crate and Barrel. I love that store. Anyhoo, she bought the floor sample on sale, but when we returned it they gave us full price- SCORE! So Tim and I went to town and bought more stuff that we don't need- like a tin full of cute little cookie cutters and tall stylish cocktail glasses (yeah, what do we need those for?). Shopping is fun when it's free. The only other thing we bought was an extremely cute outfit for Audrey to wear to the beach from Gymboree- complete with floppy sun-hat and beach sandals. She can't even walk for god-don-don, but we got her some sandals! The only thing she's missing are sunglasses (and I'll probably go back for them this week).

I read somewhere, in one of my baby mags, that this father compared his life (with child) to a B Rated movie, I think it might have been Night of the Living Dead. I chuckled. That is exactly what it feels like. Not that our lives were comparable to Triple X or the Fast and Furious....but we had a good run.

The last of the Indiana pictures...

This is my mom (in black) and her twin Sue giving Audrey a bath.

This is Drew finishing his pushpop

This is Luke and Drew- these boys stole my heart!

Chris and the crybaby. And then Audrey and Mommy waiting at the gate for our flight back home.

This is Kim and her husband Tony. They are the lucky parents of Luke and Drew..the cutest boys ever!

This is all I have tonight. I'm exhausted and I have to get up for work at 8.

Audrey's an Indy Rocker too...

Audrey did extremely well for her first trip. She even received a "First Flight Certificate" from Delta Airlines complete with the pilot's signature. That reminds me, did you know that Jason Lee named his kid Inspektor Pilot? Now that's a name...it's right up there with Magnus Farrell of Will Farrell. Getting back on track, Audrey was passed around from person to person in Indiana and didn't mind a bit. She got to meet her relatives and has, by association, been inducted into the corn-eatin', craft-makin', weeny-roastin' midwestern family of crazy women. Now she knows her roots...for better or worse.

The only time she was fussy (and by fussy I mean screaming her head off) was when we were checking in. I had her in the sling, was wearing a HUGE backpack, had two bags slung over my left shoulder and the carseat in my right hand along with our ticket info. I managed to sway side-to-side. Yeah, that worked. She screamed all the way to the gate. This same situation occurred on the flight home as well. Other than that...she was great.

Indy Rocker

more about our trip later...

Baby gonna fly
Tomorrow morning we're leavin' on a jet plane to Indianapolis. It was kind of a last minute thing that worked out. Tim's staying home. My mom is going with me. It's funny because my mom is spending the night over here so I can avoid morning traffic. She doesn't drive to my house by herself, so I would have had to drive out to Roswell and then back thru town to get to the airport on time. Yeah, it wasn't happenin' like that, so I went and picked her up tonight instead. It's kinda weird. My mom is spending the night in my house. This is the first time she's ever done that. I keep walking in on her, making sure she's okay. She's like me. A night owl. She keeps getting up to go to the bathroom or going downstairs to drink some water. She's up reading right now. I don't know why I find it so strange. I guess it's that we haven't slept in the same house since high school.
Anyway, keep your fingers crossed that nothing difficult happens on the plane. I would just die of embarrassment if Audrey decided to scream during the whole flight. It could happen. I'm preparing myself for an insane amount of dirty looks. At least it's a short flight.

I feared it would happen and it did...
Remember? I work the brunch shift every Sunday? Well, today I had to stay a bit longer in order to be present at the employee meeting. The original plan had been to go home, nurse Audrey and then be back for the meeting. Of course, it didn't happen that way because I had a very large party of softball players that decided to hang out and get drunk.
Well, like I mentioned last Sunday, my boobs were like granite by the time I got home. THIS Sunday my greatest fear manifested. I was cleaning up after the aforementioned table when my forearm brushed against my boob (as it often does with boobs of this size) and I felt a little wetness. I thought nothing of it at first, thinking maybe I spilled something on myself while cleaning up. The second brush with wetness made me realize I should probably go check things out.
I went to the bathroom and checked...and almost died when I discovered that my breast pad (yes, they make those because you usually leak a little) was completely saturated and the excess was covering the front of my shirt. I threw it away and stole the pad from my other boob for a replacement. (Yes, one boob produces more milk than the other.) I thought I was fine, but once the meeting started I inconspicuously reached down to check and the OTHER boob began leaking! I was mortified! Everyone else was discussing schedules and closing duties and all I could think about were my boobs! So, I had two very wet spots on my shirt. Luckily, I was wearing black polka dots so no one noticed. Can you imagine if I had worn a white shirt? Lordy Mommma! (Interesting story, eh?)
It's great to be a mother.

There's no hope for me...

Don't laugh. I have become completely addicted to scrapbooking. As soon as I put Audrey to bed, I rush downstairs to cut and paste together the story of her life in pictures. You can see my radical progress by flipping from the beginning to end of my incomplete book. I even went so far as to buy a scrapbooking magazine at the grocery store tonight. Oh the humanity! What's happening? I'm so into it and it's only going to get worse. (At least I'm getting better at it.) Here's the spread that I just finished tonight. It's my favorite so far.

I mailed Jen's shower invites the other day, so check your mailbox ladies. Oh, and spread the word....if you know of anyone that wants invitations made...I'm your woman.

UPDATE ON BA-BA-GOO:

and we're still waiting for her to give us a belly laugh.

This will make you laugh.
Okay, so I have a little spare time to jump on the computer (rather than do household chores) and looky at what I discover on Ebay. This is genius!

Redneck Getaway
This is the life

WTF?
Today, I got to hang out with three of my favorite peeps. Unfortunately, we're in the car, on our way to lunch, and I decide to answer my cell. I should have just let it ring. It was a representative from the Women's Center at Northside Hospital. I thought she was calling about a bill that we had already sent in the mail, but she said, "No, I wish. Do you have a few minutes?" That got me worried, so of course, I said yes. Come to find out that Tim and I are 2 of the 170+ people that might have been exposed to TB. Audrey is 1 of 30 babies that might have been exposed to the maternity nurse that tested positive for the disease.
JUST MY LUCK!
I freaked out at first, and felt a little like a leper, but after a little research I feel much better about the situation. Neither of us have any of the symptoms and most likely are fine. We will go to the clinic they have set up to be tested on Saturday. We go back 72 hrs later to make sure we're okay. Then, we have to go back 12 weeks later and repeat the test. Either way it is treatable and won't be fatal if we did contract it. Is this my opportunity to sue for millions?

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