How Does Four Days Turn Into Two Weeks?

I don't know either. We were leaving tomorrow to go to 0rlando to visit my family until Friday. Instead of coming back to Talla.hassee, we've decided to go back home to Mem.phis to go visit family and hopefully pick up A.

We'll arrive in Memphis on Friday. Saturday we'll head to my redneck family's house for a cook out. Then, we'll go back to Mem.phis. Sunday or Monday NYEBoy will go to Jack.son to visit his friends and family for a few days. Thursday or Friday we'll head back to Talla.hassee, hopefully with A in tow. Saturday, A and I will drive to Pensacola to visit my friends that are coming down for their yearly vacation. That Monday we'll head back to Talla.hassee. Three weeks later, we'll have to drive to Mem.phis and back again to take A home.

Today we need to figure out if we're going to rent a car, if not we need to run ours to the shop to make sure everything is good for a 3000+ mile trip. Plus, I have to clean and pack. Let's just hope for no family drama while we're visiting. A girl can dream, right?

Maybe It's Fours

I posted yesterday that they seem to come in threes, then we got the shocking news that Billy Mays was found dead this morning by his wife.



I am shocked. I'm more shocked and upset by his death than Ed, Farrah, or Michael's. I mean, Ed was older, Farrah was sick, and Michael, well, I just never imagined him an old man. But Billy Mays? He was in his prime. Pitchman was rocking. He's hot (to me) for a 50 year old. BAM! Just like that! He's gone.

The sound of "HI THERE! BILLY MAYS HERE!" will never be the same. My heart goes out to his family and friends.

They Always Come In Threes

While I was looking at the trending topics on twitter yesterday, I giggled out loud at a tweet. It said, "Ed McMahon passed first this week so he can introduce tonight's guest. Farrah Fawcett with musical guest Michael Jackson."

When Ed McMahon passed away earlier this week, I was a little sad. My memories of him are from Star Search on Saturday afternoons in the living room at my Grandma's house. I'm sure the financial stress wasn't easy on him these past few years after working for so much of his life.

We were eating dinner at our favorite Mexican joint when I noticed TMZ post Farrah had passed away. I wanted to cry. I was am too young to remember her as an angel, but she holds a special place in my heart because of my Aunt K. After I told NYEBoy, I said "Who's next? They always come in threes..."

After we got home, I promptly crawled into bed because I was feeling really bad. My body hasn't been very nice to me lately. NYEBoy woke me up a few hours later to tell me Michael Jackson had died. I thought he was joking at first, but he wasn't. I don't have any memories of doing the moonwalk down the street or wearing the white glove while grabbing my crotch and screaming "HEHE!", but I do have a few favorite songs.



I'm not sure why, but I've always loved this song. Maybe it's his young voice.


I've always loved this Superbowl halftime show.


Which of course means, I'm going to love this song. Wouldn't it be kick ass to see some singers from today come together to do a remake?


Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson, you will each be missed. Each of your families will be in my prayers. My heart is especially with the children who have lost their parents. I pray for Redmond who hasn't been able to be with his mother during her dying days. I pray for Michael Jackson's children. I'm not sure where the best place for them to be is, but I hope put their best interest at heart, money and fame aside.

What are your favorite memories?

Slight Delay

I was suppose to make a big announcement today, but due to a few things I'm going to have to postpone it about a week. My laptop mouse is broken. I have to take it to the Apple Store when we get to 0rlando. I'll be there for most of this next week visiting my family. Plus, my sidekick is going to be out of town this weekend and next as well. I think it's best if we're both at our computers when the announcement is made.

That loud noise you just heard is NYEBoy sighing in relief of not having to help me finish the last few things that we needed to have done, today.

Waiting. It's the story of my life, folks. Gah.

Show & Tell - Maria Zouroudis

I know I don't normally go four days without posting these days, but I've been feeling a little depressed. My family arrived in 0rlando Tuesday, as expected. Unfortunately, also as expected, A is not with them. I miss my big baby girl. It's amazing how much a child I did not birth can have my heart by the strings like this.

As I've said before, music is about as much of as antidepressant to me as blogging is. The great thing about music is that there is always a song you swear was written just for you, for the moment you're in, for the emotions you're feeling. It can be a love song, break up song, a song about your family, a spiritual song, or whatever else you need at the time.

I'm not much a Miley Cyrus fan, partially because I feel like I'm too old to be listening to her music, but I really enjoyed her song The Climb. I was even more excited to find out Maria Zouroudis has done a cover.

For Show and Tell today, I am sharing the song that's helping me get through this rough time, the climb.






The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going

And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on

'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!



You can also find Maria on YouTube, MySpace, and she's even on Twitter! When she gets all famous on us, I'll be able to say I knew her before she was famous AND she wished me a happy birthday!



Don't forget to see what the rest of the class is sharing.





In other news, tune in tomorrow. I should have a big announcement. If I don't, NYEBoy and I will not be on speaking terms.

Father's Day, Infertility Style

NYEBoy and I went to breakfast this morning at IHOP for a little nasty food. Hey, it was the only place open in this shitty town at 6 am. Towards the end of our meal, I heard the waitress telling the people behind us, "Hey Dad, here is a coupon for you to use on your next visit. Happy Father's Day"! You know the infertile in me rolled my eyes, just like I do with Mother's Day.


After we paid, I was standing up and grabbing my jacket to leave when I noticed the people behind us left the coupon on the table. So, I did like any self respecting infertile would do. I took it.



That's right folks, I took the coupon. I took for all of those men who have been there fighting with their spouses to overcome infertility to reach fatherhood. This is for you my friend.

Despite what some may think, *cough*NYEBoy*cough*, I'm not saying places shouldn't celebrate Mother's Day or Father's day, but what about us infertiles? Why can't we infertiles get a free meal, rose, or percent off on the Sunday of National Infertility Awareness Week?

Better There, Than Here

My dad called a few nights ago to tell me that K had told my dad that Thugboy had got into an argument with the maintenance people at the apartments they are staying at. I'm not sure exactly what went down between both parties involved, but my sister had to pull Thugboy away from the fight to tell him to watch himself because who was going to watch A if he went to jail again. My sister called my Mom the other night to tell her they didn't have any air. They had been staying in the SUV at night because it was cooler. They wanted A to come stay with my Mom at my grandmother's because she was eat up with mosquito bites.

I called my Mom yesterday to find out if she had talked to Thugboy to see if he was going to let us come get A for a few weeks again. She had already gone to bed by the time I called, so I called back tonight. Thugboy has decided yet again to keep A from coming down here to see us. I lost it. I told my mom it was bullshit. I don't understand how her life is so much better up there, than it is down here.

She's moving from place to place. Her father gets in fights all day and he doesn't have a job. My sister has knots in her breast and cervical issues, but won't go to the doctor to get them checked out because of Thugboy. A has only had one set of shots since she was born and that was at 10 months old. She doesn't have health care. Their SUV doesn't have head-lights, brake-lights, windshield wipers, and their blinkers don't work either.

I've been fighting this battle for three years. It's draining. I'm not sure how much longer I can should keep fighting. I know A deserves better, but what can I do?

In an effort of self preservation, I selfishly want to cut ties with them. I don't want to speak to my mother until she gets mental help. She never even responded to my email I sent on Mother's Day. I'm tired of hearing stories from my Dad, Mom, and Grandma about how shitty the situation is between Thugboy and K, but they aren't taking any real action against them. Both of my parents are enabling them by feeding them money here and there. These two people are not going to grow up as long as they don't have to. They are incompetent. Neither one of them can think for them self, much less for the innocent child they created that is being caught in the middle.

It's so fucking hard knowing I'm infertile and can't have kids while watching these to continuously use this child as a pawn to gain whatever they want or need at the time. If A is down here visiting, it's hard to call my parents to ask for food and gas money. If A is down here visiting, it's hard for Thugboy to use A's childcare as an excuse to not get a job.

I fucking hate it with every ounce of my being. I'm just not sure how much I can hang on and fight. What's the point any more?

Going Green For Iran

I've created a green quilt of twitter users who are going green in support of the people in Iran. If you would like to be added, please send me a tweet @InDueTime and I'll add you. If you want to turn your twitter pic green in support of Iran you can go here with one click. Feel free to click on the pictures to visit their twitter page.

Show & Tell - Dog Wash

A few weeks ago, while driving home from the grocery store, I noticed the car wash had a new addition, a dog wash. One day while I was talking with @kristencmcd, she said she was going to take Cooper to the dog wash. I knew right then, I had to go with her to blog about it. WTF? A dog wash attached to a car wash? I say WTF, she says ingenious!






















Don't forget to see what the rest of the class is sharing! (I'll update the link when Mel puts her post up!)

Happy 3rd Birthday, A!

Today you turn three years old. I'm not sure how that is possible, but it seems it is. Your three short years haven't been without pain and frustrations, though. I wish you lived with us, as I know your future would be better. Instead I just pray people make the right decisions for you.

I love you more today than I did the first day I met you, but not as much as I will tomorrow. Just remember, no matter how far apart we are that I love you to the moon and back. You are my sunshine when skies are gray. I love you forever and always.