Archive for July, 2011

In which I throw a pity party. Wait…

Actually, I’m not going to be having a pity party so much as I just feel like bitching about things that have been annoying me. That’s not really a pity party, though, now is it? I just really liked the way the title sounded in my head.

Anyway.

It’s 0800 and Miss Squish and The Ginger are BOTH still in bed. This isn’t all that unusual for The Ginger, though I don’t expect him to be sleeping much longer. He’s usually up around 0900. Miss Squish got up and talked to her Eeyore or her dolly at around 0330 this morning and then started talking again around 0600. I put her binkie in her mouth to keep her quiet while I got her bottle ready and she went back to sleep! Almost 2 hours later and she hasn’t made a peep. Guess she wore herself out playing in her saucer (by playing, I mean chewing on the seat and staring at the toys) and trying apples for the first time.

And THIS is where I start my bitching.

I find it incredibly annoying when people don’t remember that this isn’t my first go round with a baby. I mean, if someone doesn’t realize I have a 10 year old cuzz they’ve never seen him (like at church), then I don’t get annoyed when people offer me advice as if I were a first time mom. Sometimes I tell them that I have a son and sometimes I don’t, depending on the time I have. But, when people either know I have two kids or actually PHYSICALLY SEE both children and STILL pretend like I don’t know anything about raising a baby, I get annoyed. And, truth be told, if this is something that repeatedly happens, I tend to get a little pissy. I’ve come incredibly close to telling people that I’ve managed to keep one kid alive for over 10 years, I’m pretty sure that I can figure out how to keep the new kid alive for at least that long. I’ve held my tongue, though, cuzz when it comes to kids, my sense of humor seems to not work. For example, I was with someone at a store, I can’t remember who now, that told me to be careful cuzz they thought I didn’t have a good hold on Miss Squish. I smiled and said, “That’s ok, they bounce,” and laughed a little. The looks I got from the people around me ranged from appalled, as if I actually thought that dropping the baby would be ok cuzz she’d just bounce back up to me like a ball, to rage filled. Seriously?! Anyone who sees Miss Squish, even in passing, can tell that she has never been dropped or anything even remotely close to that, but go ahead and judge me random fucking strangers, cuzz you know that I’m completely serious when I’m obviously making a joke.

Assholes.

Something else that’s been pissing me off is the new time frame in which to start babies on solid foods. Seems there have been studies that show that starting solid foods at 4 months causes the babies to become obese and children and/or adults. Hmm… Yeah… I’mma call bullshit on that. There are PLENTY of skinny people that were started on solid foods at 4 months old. You want to know why there are so many fat people now? Cuzz we are LAZY and we eat HUGE portions. Sure, that salad is better for you than the giant cheeseburger, but when you eat a ginormous salad with shit tons of dressing and other things added, welp, you’re gonna be putting away the calories. And I’ve been saying we cuzz I include myself in this. I will eat a salad over most anything else (unless there’s cow involved. I LOVES me some cow!), but when I do, I eat a GINORMOUS salad with all sorts of things in it. I will throw all kinds of veggies in a salad, which isn’t a bad thing. But I also put things like cheese, eggs, BACON and chicken or some kind of meat. I’m not really into tons of dressing so I dip each bite into a side of dressing and there’s not really all that much on the spinach, so I end up eating that actual serving size from the bottle or even a little less. But I put enough shit in my salads that I’m getting WAY more calories than I think I am. Sure, I was started on solid food at 4 months old, but that’s not why I’m fat. If I were to get off my ass and exercise regularly, I’m sure I wouldn’t be as big as I am. I’m not going to venture so far as to say I’d be skinny cuzz, well let’s face it, I’ve popped out two kids and carefully sculpted my Dispatch Ass® for the better part of a decade. I’ll never be skinny again. LOL But to blame my weight on the fact that I ate solid food at 4 months old is a bunch of bullshit.

I also do not like when people tell me that my daughter is going to be allergic to everything if I start her on foods before 6 months. Again, I am calling bullshit. Sure, there are babies out there who have started foods at 4 months and are allergic to everything under the sun. However, there are just as many that started foods at the same time who aren’t allergic to anything. Hell, there are kids who eat dirt that aren’t allergic to anything.

*gasp*  I hear Miss Squish talking to one of her toys! It would seem that she’s gotten enough beauty sleep and would like to join me in the living room.

In which I’ve got nothing

Yeah… Not much exciting happening over here these days. That may not be such a bad thing, though, as excitement usually tends to mean drama. Although, there WAS just some weird noises coming from under the house. Makes me wonder if the skunk is hiding out under the porch again. Well, it probably isn’t the same skunk as last year, since I think that poor little dude was dying. He had a massive wound on his side when he was hanging around and I doubt he made it through the winter.

The next door neighbors have let Greg and I in on the drama happening at their place. I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about going through the same shit they are. I’m not going to divulge what’s happening over there, but suffice it to say that after hearing what they’re dealing with, I no longer feel bad about going off on the douchebag across the street last summer. In fact, I kinda wish it would have escalated to needing the police called out. Well, actually, no I don’t cuzz I doubt it would have helped anything. Meh.

In tooth news, I’m feeling better and can chew again. Greg’s mom brought over this liquid that I can’t remember the name of. All I know is that it’s supposed to be like tea tree oil, but stronger. She told me to soak a cotton ball with it and hold it between my cheek and tooth for a little bit and it would help. I was skeptical, but it really worked wonders! The pain let up enough within a few hours that I could touch the tooth with my tongue and not want to die. The next day, I could chew comfortably and now the swelling in my face is basically gone and I can even smile all the way again. That makes me glad cuzz for a couple days there I looked like I was stroking out.

Still waiting to hear about that job and the status of the annulment. Looks like phone calls and e-mails will be required today. Ugh. I’m hoping that the job people are just dragging their feet about letting the temp agency know whether or not I got the job. I’m not going to be thrilled if I’m not hearing anything cuzz I didn’t get it. From what I was told in the interview, I was the only one with any experience that they were interviewing. I’ve got a nasty feeling that my divulging why I was let go from my last job is hindering me. It’s not like I can’t tell them cuzz it was medically related. I mean, it wasn’t due to poor performance or anything of that nature (and I have a termination letter to prove it), but I think people are leery of it when I explain what happened. Yes, I very well could pass out again, but it’s been a year since I have and I have it under control now, but if I don’t say anything about it and I DO happen to pass out while I’m working, I could be fired for not telling them. Ugh. I don’t know. This shit is so frustrating.

At least I’m not needing to worry about the annulment too much. From what I understand, it’s simply a matter of time and not anything to do with the marriage itself. Being that we weren’t married in a church and nothing was ever approved (that’s not the word I want to use, but I can’t figure out any other way to put it) by a church, it’s pretty cut and dried. I’m a little concerned with the planning of the actual wedding itself, but I think that’s more due to money issues and actually getting things going than anything else. I’m not the type to flip my shit if the flowers aren’t the perfect color or if the table cloths are a specific length or something like that. Mainly, all I want is to look all pretty and girly and to FINALLY get married. We’ve been engaged for YEARS, let’s get this done already! Honestly, my biggest concern is being able to make sure that I can have extensions put in my hair and to have my nails done. Yeah, those are two minor things and if I can’t have my nails all girly, I won’t be heartbroken or whatever. But, if I can’t have extensions, I’m going to be concerned about how nasty thin my hair is and THAT will make me feel shitty. It won’t ruin my day by any means, but I’d like to be able to feel good about it. That probably doesn’t make much sense, but if you’re a chick whose hair is falling out, you’ll get it.

The Ginger is up north with his great grandma for the fourth and he has already called me three times yesterday (which happens to be the day he got there) to tell me how much fun he’s having. LOL I’m glad he’s getting to do something. If he’d have had to stay here, I’m sure he’d have been bored out of his skull and that just sucks. Thankfully, Miss Squish is still too little to really give a shit. Hell, she’ll be too little to really care for a couple years yet.

See? I’ve got nothing! Nothing to really write about. Well, I obviously wrote about SOMETHING, but nothing that’s really all that entertaining or that most people will care about. Even though EVERYONE should care. I mean, I AM full of awesome after all. 😛