Their Not Crazy, Their Smart!

Some people say Mom's are crazy for planning their child's birthday party months in advance, I say they are smart! A turns two in three weeks and I am going nuts trying to get everything together. This will probably be the last birthday I am here, so I have to make it special. And it's the last year we can do separate parties* without A noticing.

I have her birthday party outfit picked out. Party plates, cups, and napkins in bright pretty colors. The goody baskets were ready. Then I made the guest list and realized there would be 70 or so people attending, and all the sudden I didn't have enough goody baskets or space to have the party at the reserved party place.

So, I have decided to rent a pavillion at a local park, rent a moon bounce, and cook out by the lake. The problem with all that? The date I wanted (June 22nd) was booked. I decided to go ahead and settle for July 6th.

The good thing about the new date is that it's around July 4th, so now I can get good deals on the holiday food sales. The bad thing is also that it's July 4th weekend and on a Sunday.

Now, I just have to get the invitations out, order the cakes and balloons and moon bounce, and make more goody bags! Oh, and figure out how and what in the hell to feed seventy-ish people.

My mom said, "This is a birthday L, not a damn wedding!" But, it may be the last birthday I am in town for a few years. So damn it, seventy-ish people it is!

(* Cruel as it may be, we aren't telling K or Thugboy about this party. Noone in the family likes Thugboy and K would be pissed if we tried to not invite him, so no one is telling either of them. No, we don't feel bad about this considering our history, plus A is too little to even know they won't "be" there. So, that's that.)

Life Lesson #45868

If you rip open a container of these to feed your one year old niece, be prepared for an explosion of mini ice cream balls to run all over the fucking place, including your bra. No matter how fast you think your sweeping abilities are, it will still resemble shit streaks on your kitchen floor.

Moment of Silence

for those men and women who have given their lives for our freedom. To those men and women fighting forus now, my prayers are with you and your family. Thank you, I'll never forget.

Show & Tell - Childhood Candy Favorites

Thursday was my grandma's birthday. Although I forgot about it until I was walking out the door of work that afternoon, I still managed to call my aunt, mom, and brother to suprise her with dinner at 6:45. I even stopped for cake and balloons on the way. Thankfully, she never knew any of us forgot. Heh.

During dinner my aunt and mom were talking about their favorite childhood candies. They both agreed their favorite candy that they can't find any more would be tr!llionare's. Apparently it was a braid of caramel covered with chocolate. I have spent a lot of time looking online, I can't even find a picture of it, but I did find their sibling, the m!llionaire, which is still sold by the company.

As for my favorite candies growing up, you can still pretty much find everything we ate. With a little help from the goog you can even find fun dip, jumbo jaw breakers, razzles, whistle pops, sixlets, wax lips, and others alike.

So, in honor of the kick off of NaComLeaveMo, don't be shy. Tell me what your favorite candies from your childhood were.

Silence

I hate complaining too much, but that's why I've been so silent. I've been dealing with a lot of stress at work. I have been in the office being "talked to" three times in the past three weeks, two of which I have come out crying because I am so sick of the fucking drama. It's like high school when you work with sixty women. However, I must say if they try to switch my position to see if it "helps decrease the drama", I will quit on the spot. Period. End of story.

We had three emergencies today at work, at my desk, with patients passing out. Ugh, it was just one of those days we have occasionally. I am exhausted.

Still Too Tired

I'm still too tired to type about anything from the trip.

But this is just one reason I can't get the fuck out of this city fast enough.

Because I Just Got Home

...after being on the road since 9 am. Yes my friends, it's 12:45am right now.

I'm exhausted. So much to say about the trip, so many bags under the eyes. So, I *must* go to bed. Right.Now.

Random Reasons

Just some random reasons Mother's Day sucks.

If I was a mother, people wouldn't question why I wanted to stay at home when we move. I want to focus on my business, which I can't do working outside of the house this much right now. Thanks to tivo I can eat these while watching this and this whether I work outside of the house or not. So, no, that's not the reason I want to stay at home.

If I was a mother, I would get a gift at all these places today, according to their billboards. Don't I get a free gift for trying to be a mom. Maybe a free bottle of cl0mid with the purchase of a salad? or a 15% discount on treatments for parties with 8 or more guest? Not even a buy one get one kind of deal out there?

If I was a mother, every time we go to look for places to live, when people asked how many bedrooms "for the two of you" I could say three or four and not get strange looks. What? You've never heard of having an office? He needs one so he can study to get his PhD, and I need one so I can work from home, because I can't stay at home yet. (refer to reason #10)

If I was a mother, when we could get first pick at the three bedrooms on campus. Because students with families get chosen first. Students with infertile girlfriends are just shit out of luck, bitches.

If I was a mother, people would stop telling me I have so much time to create my beaded jewelry, sew my niece a dress, or start my new idea (that's not really so new, but I think I finally found a way to carry it out when i get back from vacation, wooo hoo!) because I would be too busy with my child(ren).

If I was a Mother, I wouldn't be such a bitter infertile.

~+~+~

This was the first Mother's day my mom spent without all her children. I'm in Florida and K is in St. Louis. I got my mom and grandma coasters with pictures of A in them. I wish I could have kept them for myself, though!

We Have Arrived!

We made it in record time, heh. My trip to NYEBoy was suppose to take three and a half hours, I made it in under three. The trip from NYEBoy to Florida was suppose to take nine hours and we made it in under eight. We arrived at the hotel and passed out.

Exhausted! But, I'M IN FLORIDA!!!!!

Good Morning, Bad Day, Better Night

A slept through the night for the first time in a very, very long time! I had a great night of sleep for sure. I had a really bad day at work today. I ended up getting called to the office because "some fellow co-workers complained about me being rude". I was having a bad day, I didn't want to converse, I just wanted to fucking work. I left work crying because I was so frustrated. After I left, I went to get a pedicure. I picked up A from my grandma's house and we went shopping. My day couldn't have ended better.

I'm almost completely done packing. But, my hand is sore because I was playing helicopter earlier with A, when I almost dropped her and my fingers bent backwards, ouch!

I probably won't be on again until we arrive in Tallahassee. :-)

Fun In The Sun

Thursday morning I will wake up at 4:45 am, work until 5, babysit my bosses' children until 9, and then hopefully around 10 pm I will be on the road to NYEBoy's house. Once I arrive at NYEBoy's place, we'll head to Florida where we will spend 5 days looking at houses, meeting his professors, and touring the campus. I'm so excited!

Wednesday night I have a dinner meeting so I only have tonight and tomorrow night to go shopping and get packing.

I also have to fit in a manicure, pedicure, and possibly a mystic tan between now and then.

Last week went by slowly, but I have a feeling this week is going to fly by faster than I would like.

Maybe It Won't Be So Hard...

Ask anyone around, I won't really move. I won't really leave A. I won't really leave my friends, family, and a job I love. But you know what, I don't think it will be so hard. Sure, I'll miss my job, friends, and family.

However, my mom called me asking for money again today. I gave her $1200 a week ago. I've paid two house notes in February, she's behind two now. I've also given her $2800 since March as well. My brother was recently fired, so he's without a job. She's gambling the money away. I'm so fucking sick of dealing with these people.

If I could, I would take A with me and tell these crazy ass people to call me when they grow up. Sigh.

Surreal

Can I let you in on a little secret? No, I'm not pregnant. In fact, the planets aligned and my cycle started after only 36 days this cycle. It caught me completely off guard as the night before I was in the fetal position inside my bath tub full of hot water crying with abdominal pain.

NYEBoy's boss told him Friday he could only take off the 9th-13th this month. So, with a little luck, I'm asking my boss if I can have the same days off, too. We're planning on heading to Florida to meet his professors (boring!) and checking out some future casa de NYETImes (awesome!!).

If all goes as planned it looks like August 9th I will rent a U-H@ul here and pack it full of everything I won't need for a few weeks, drive it to his house, load his shit up, and then it's off to the big ole Tallahassee! I'll stay there until the 17th. Then I will stick it out another six weeks and then hopefully around October 1st, I'll pack my car with everything I have left to move to Florida for good.

I'm a tad nervous, a tad excited, but completely ready!