Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Later in the evening, after Shawn got home, I began to quickly lose my patience with Jasmine. Most days, I'm the one that can handle most of her attitude without getting too bent out of shape. For whatever reason, I'd just had enough tonight. Since just about the day she turned 3 (six months ago), she has had this attitude about her. It's literally like living with a teenager. She slams doors when she's pissed about something, talks back and in general acts like a brat. This isn't all the time but it's when she's not getting her way. We rarely give into her and try to stay as consistent as possible but it doesn't seem to be improving much. I think tonight I'd just had enough. My husband walks in the door and while he's in the bathroom, she throws a fit about something and slams her door. I hadn't been spanking her for quite some time as it didn't seem to be making a difference in how she acted. Tonight I'd just had it and she got a spanking. (she slammed her door and then began throwing toys at the door) Please don't comment or email me if you think I'm abusing my child by smacking her on the butt. I don't want to hear it. She climbed onto the couch and started crying. (she was sitting with me) When her daddy (who recently she's been pronouncing Dad-T... probably because I've made so many comments about how cute it is when she says it that way) came out of the bathroom, she said to me that she was going to tell daddy on me and I would get in trouble for hurting her feelings. Daddy told her she was in trouble and that mommy wouldn't be getting in trouble. She cried some more. She mouthed off a few more times, and a few more times got told to knock it off, the crying continued. Thankfully, she's not normally a crier as that aggravates me way more than the attitude. My husband sort of took over from that point forward with her. I think it was around the time that I said I just want to get in the car, drive away and keep going. After I had an hour or so, I was better. Not normal, but better. The rest of the night she was quick to cry over just about anything. I just know this is going to get ten times worse right after this baby is born. I think I'm getting frustrated that she doesn't seem to be getting past this. I don't think we're doing anything wrong. Maybe she's just a little more headstrong that some kids her age. We never let her get away with the mouthing off or the attitude so you would think eventually, she would try another tactic. Then again, she's recently learned that sweet manipulation works wonders. When she wanted Shawn to come play with her dollhouse the other day, she first said very sweetly please and then she kissed his forehead and told him she loved him. She laid it on so thick that no one could've said no. Today when she was asking me for something she said please, please mommy with sugar on top and smiled innocently. I'll take that over screaming at me any day. It was really funny when we were in bed and she asked Shawn for something and he asked her what the magic word was. She paused and said Abracadabra.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
I am issuing 30 day notice for EVICTION. Tenant will have 30 days in which he can either gather his belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, he will be physically removed from the property.
He's being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made!
Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper AND lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances.
After 30 days from this day that he doesn’t comply with the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.
I eventually got photoshop to work late last night. It took uninstalling most of my larger programs but at least it's working. I didn't need any of the other stuff that was on there and had probably only used it once or twice in the three years I've had the computer. I spent a good two hours on it just playing with all the features it has. Not going to be able to do that tonight however. I have an OB appointment in the morning so I can't stay up too much later. I hate going to the doctor every single week. I don't look forward to not sleeping when this kid is born but at the same time, I'm ready for this to be over with. I feel a little bad saying that considering this is quite possibly my last pregnancy. (husband doesn't want anymore and I'm not sure I want to go through this again but if a whoops happened some day, I wouldn't be upset) I should enjoy every little foot trapped in between my rib cage because I may not get to feel it again. But, it hurts like hell and I just want my body back to myself. I'm REALLY going to regret saying this when I'm on two hours of sleep and have a baby that won't stop crying and a toddler who wants my constant attention, on top of a house that's a mess because when I'm not dealing with the two of them, I'll be sleeping. And then there's trying to feed myself and my husband. Psh, not going to happen. I'm sure the first few months I'll survive off of air and the occasional piece of food that some how ends up in my mouth. Crap this is going to suck. ;) (I'm 38 weeks for those who are unaware)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Why do my cats follow me around the house meowing even though they have food and water? They've also gotten tons of attention throughout the day. Yet they still meow.
My birthday started off with a trip to the mall. I received $70 worth of gift cards to Gloria Jeans (my family has come to terms with my addiction apparently... haha) so I thought I'd get myself a coffee without the guilt of spending $5 on a drink. While at the mall, I wanted to stop in to Sephora as I also have a gift card there. We didn't stay long. I want to buy some lip gloss or stain but it was crowded and my husband quickly became.. annoyed. An obviously well off woman practically walked through us while we were there.... several times. I could've understood once but she did it over and over again. It was as if we didn't exist, we were air. For once, it didn't bother me. I was looking at make-up, I could've cared less what she was doing. My husband however, threatened to put a make-up pencil through the woman's eye if we stayed much longer so I made a quick retreat to the Disney store, where there are few sharp objects. ;) Afterwards we went to see Marley and Me. I had read the book and knew that the end would be sad but had forgotten to warn my poor husband. I knew without looking at him that the tears had started when he pulled his Bears hat down a little further on his face. Poor man. As soon as it was over, he said to me, 'Could you have picked a sadder movie??' Even though I was aware of how it would turn out, I was nearly sobbing towards the end. Wow, they really knew how to bring out the tears. You could hear half the theatre sniffling. Which, of course, being the inappropriate person that I am, caused me to laugh a little... during a silent part in the movie that was extremely sad. And I wonder why it's so hard to get people to go places with me. ;) An example, (and I know I blogged about this at the time but it's been a while) of one of my... moments. We were out to dinner, Shawn, Jasmine and myself. I had noticed the middle aged couple sitting next to us as soon as they sat down. Eventually I had to ask.
Me : "Excuse me, I have to ask, are you guys newly married?"
Woman : "No, we're engaged to be married in three weeks"
Me : "I had a feeling you were either newly married or having an elaborate affair, otherwise I would've had to ask what you secret is to stay married so long and still have 'that' look."
My husband turned so red you would've thought he was going to catch fire. The woman, however, seemed flattered that they were so obvious about the newness of their love. I'm sure, at the very least, it gave them a fun story to tell people at the wedding. haha Back to the movie, Jasmine noticed I had been crying and kept asking why I was sad. She even tried to wipe away any tears she could find and then kept poking my nose to get me to smile. After a while, she figured out what was happening in the movie, buried her face in my lap and cried as well but was quiet about it and it was short lived. The kid can be so sweet when she wants to be.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
And this is the end result.
I'll post more about Christmas later. For now, I'm going to lay down. Tomorrow we'll probably go see Marley and Me for my birthday. I want to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, however, I don't think Jasmine will sit through it and I've heard it's rather long. Marley and Me should keep her attention for the length of the movie.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas to everyone. Hope you're with the ones you love, safe and warm.
Tomorrow is sure to be a busy day. Lots of cleaning to be done and lots of baking. I'm making cake balls, cream cheese sugar cookies and chocolate chip chocolate cookies. I was also going to make some cookies with mini M&M's but I don't think I'll feel very up to it after cleaning all day and rolling out the sugar cookies. (god I hate cutting cookies) Oh and I have to make the icing for the sugar cookies as well. By the way, mom, I have NO idea how you're going to bake all your stuff in one day. Our family is going to be on junk overload Christmas day. I'm making those three things and my mom is making a TON of various goodies. My grandma is sure to make something. You'd think we're having a huge get together but it's just us, my brother and his girlfriend, grandma and my uncle. I'm assuming at least one of my cousins will be there, with or without his girlfriend. (please be without!) Not enough people to eat all that junk. Whatever we don't want of my cookies, I'll be sending to my husband's friend's house. He's never too full for junk food. Two days after Christmas is my birthday, which my husband is planning on trying his hand at baking a cake for me.
Today, I had my OB appointment. I'm a little annoyed with the office. They have two sets of doctors, the docs that deliver at one hospital and then the docs that deliver at my hospital. I have been seeing "my" doctors since the beginning of my pregnancy. It seems recently, some of the other doctors have started delivering at "my" hospital as well as their own. Now I have to see the three of them. It would've been nice to have had this taken care of months ago, rather than at the very end of my pregnancy. I'm pretty sure I should've had an exam today but the doc I saw claims they do everything different on that side of the office. I'm also measuring a week behind, although he didn't seem concerned. Unless they lecture me or ask me about it, I just figure everything is fine. (unless I'm in pain or it's something worrying me) Next week, I see another doctor from that side of the building. This one is a woman, the only female in the office that sees OB patients.
I just got up with Jazz so she could go pee. I looked out the window while I was up and saw the kitten had been back again since the last time I was out there. I swear she's messing with my head.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Update :: I just checked to see if the kitty had come back and eaten anything. She ate everything I put out, wet and dry food, including the small amount of wet food that fell in the snow when I opened the can. I put more out in case she comes back. At least she'll have a full belly.
Looks like this nasty weather is here to stay till at least Christmas. And it may even get worse. You can never be sure how accurate the weather guys are going to be until it's actually snowing. We may end up with only a dusting between now and then or we could end up snowed in. Winter sucks. I think I'll be saying that a lot this year.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I was aware it was supposed to be getting bitterly cold soon. When we got home from wandering around town, I immediately went to get the outdoor cats. (otherwise I would've put it off till it was even later and colder) I had forgotten that between the time I put them outside and now, there was a bitchin' ice storm. I should've taken an ice pick. Getting the locks open with all that ice on them was enough of a pain in the ass. I knew then I should've went and got Shawn to do it all for me but I didn't feel like watching his eyes roll and then the sigh that would precede it. (although I was scolded for not coming to get him after I explained how bad it was) I went to open the door to their enclosure and thought it felt funny. I wasn't sure how but there was something wrong. At first I thought maybe it was from the ice that was making it feel odd and then I noticed the gangster lean it was sporting. Damn. I don't know when or how it happened but the wood that the hinge is connected to, broke off with said hinge. Well, the cats will be indoors till that's fixed. Crap. It'll be really annoying to have them inside until spring. I'm not sure how my husband can get it fixed before then however or even how bad the damage is to the wood. After cursing the 2x4 for a few minutes, I went to retrieve the cats. Oh wait. I put a few pieces of heavy plastic in front of the doors so they couldn't fly open. I put them there to keep the cats warm and cozy. Now I can't get in. They are not only frozen to the door but also to the ground. Much kicking ensues. I get them loose and moved, door still doesn't budge. More kicking. Finally I get the door open enough that I can squeeze through it. However, not large enough that the cat carrier (that is now holding evil cat) to fit through. Now you must forgive me for what I'm about to reveal but by that time I was tired, pissed and freezing my pregnant ass off. I turned the carrier sideways... with evil cat in it. Hey, I was gentle. He seemed to have forgotten the ordeal by the time we made it indoors, at least he didn't scratch out my eyeballs or even turn into blow fish evil cat. (thank you Beth for that one!)
After Jasmine fell asleep tonight, I decided to go wrap some presents. I had already wrapped one of my moms and my grandma's earlier in the night. (ok so throwing them neatly in a bag doesn't count as wrapping but it's done) Everything is down in the basement for wrapping. Husband thought he would take everything that you could ever need to wrap presents with (except scissors, of course... he bought some damned frustrating thing with a blade that is supposed to be easier to use than scissors... I hate it) when he wrapped mine. I think he likes to torture me. You see, I hate the basement. It keeps me the f--k out. I hear things down there, I always feel like someone is watching me from one of the tiny windows that are at ground level. Most of all, I have this irrational fear that I will become locked down there and somehow die as a result. The room that is safest in a tornado, is the one I am most terrified of. It's made of all cinder blocks and has a giant hole in the wall that requires a ladder to get into. The hole is also finished with cinder blocks and is fairly deep but not very tall. It's like a giant coffin in my mind. I actually only went into the hole on a few occasions as a kid and even then felt uneasy. (for those who don't know, we bought my grandmother's house when she moved in with my mom so I've been in and out of this house, literally since I was an infant) That hole, holds my Christmas and birthday presents right now. My husband is a sadist. There isn't enough curiosity in my body to ever go in that room, alone. *shudders at the mere thought* Back to what I started this paragraph with. I would've preferred (obviously) to wrap presents upstairs but I'd of had a hell of a time carrying everything up those stairs and then going back down to retrieve the rest. (all the presents are also down there to keep little prying eyes from seeing) Therefore, I've given in and decided to wrap the stuff down there and hope I don't get murdered by a homeless axe murderer who broke one of said tiny windows and has been living in my basement. (active imagination much??) Of course, when I got down there tonight, it was full of odd noises, some of which I don't remember hearing down there before. I thought of turning on the radio but decided against it when I realized I may not be able to hear the axe murderer approaching over it. I ended up getting all but one of Shawn's presents wrapped, the two HUGE things of Jasmine's (that giant robotic dinosaur that you see everywhere and a dollhouse) as well as a few other smaller items for her. I also wrapped the present I got for my mom, which was nerve wracking. If even so much as a scratch appears on that present, it will not be by my hand. I didn't even turn it over to wrap it. It's wrapped upside down, so that you actually see the tape seam along with the name tag. I did it for a reason though. This way, there will be no turning over of the present to wrap it and hopefully, no tossing around of the present in the process of unwrapping. And then I set it on the far side of the room with the presents that my husband is forbidden to even touch.
Tomorrow (Sunday) we will be headed out (in the freezing cold) to my dad's for Christmas there. I was hoping to do his house AFTER Christmas so that if he bought her any of the stuff that we did, she would have already gotten it from us and I wouldn't have to take anything back. If I see one dollhouse or one large robotic dinosaur come out of any packaging... someone is going to be bleeding. And if I see both of them? Oh, there will be death. Everything else we bought her, not that important, those two, are the big items damnit and they're MINE to give. MINE. ;) Who knows, we may freeze solid on the way to the car and never make it there. We'll be a little family of ice sculptures for the neighbors to enough till it thaws. Maybe they're even hang a few strings of lights on us.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Today seems to have flown by. It was over before it began. We didn't even get around to making dinner till 10pm and then I wasn't even able to get into the shower till midnight. It wasn't one of those days where it goes by fast because you're having too much fun either. We were just in a blah kind of mood. I surely hope tomorrow is better. I don't have anywhere I need to go except for one place to pick up some finishing touches for a few presents, as well as grab some more wrapping paper and boxes.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Speaking of evil. I took the outdoor cats back outside tonight. Yes, we're supposed to get snow but it's not going to be bitterly cold till Sunday. (when I'll be bringing them back in) If I allow them to stay in the house for too long, I will be forced to leave them inside the rest of the winter as they will lose their winter fur. As I was taking Minka out in the cat carrier, Jake, evil cat, got completely in the house. Apparently, when I shut the back door, the door to the house opened from the change in air pressure. I walked around the backroom calling for him for a few minutes before the light bulb went off and I went flying into the rest of the house, hoping no one had been injured yet. Saffron is the only cat stupid enough to walk up to him. He's lucky that he's small enough that Jake doesn't see him as a threat yet. The other two cats were hiding in the darkest corners they could find. Jake was a puff ball walking through the house growling. When I went to pick him up, he stiffened in the same manner he had the last time he bit me badly. (badly infected arm, had to go to urgent care, etc) I decided to stick the cat carrier in front of him and shove him in it with my foot, rather than risk picking him up and having him bite me in the face. (yes, he's capable and willing) I set him down (in the cage of course) in the kitchen while I got some water to take outside. The cat gets so worked up when he's in the house with the other cats that he was starting to drool/foam at the mouth when I picked him back up. (didn't help that Saffron had been at the cage bars, sticking his paw in the cage as if to say 'Hey dude, wanna play? Dude? Dude? Dude?) And yes, he has his rabies shot. It's really scary when he starts acting like that. And then in an instant, he's back to being a normal happy cat when I put him in his outdoor house. Even when he was in the backroom, he was fairly normal. Ever since we moved into this house, he's been an evil cat. I'd better let the dogs out to potty before it starts snowing. I'd like to be able to see them when I go to let them back in as the aussie's tend to go to the very back of the property and it's hard to get their attention without using a flashlight.
The next few days look awful as far as the weather goes. I'm actually a little nervous about Friday. Between about midnight Thursday and midnight Friday, they are predicting we will get around 6.5 inches of snow. That's a lot of snow to fall in 24 hours. I have no plans of leaving the safety of my house in those 24 hours either. Friday is normally my day to get out of the house and go somewhere but I'll skip it this week in exchange for keeping my life, thank you very much. Tonight I was making sure we had enough food for all the animals to last till at least Tuesday. (we're supposed to be snow free on Saturday and then Sunday and Monday are supposed to give us up to another foot of snow) Go figure, I have an OB appointment on Tuesday. Thank god my husband will be off work early in the afternoon and he can drive me. (besides that, the doctor I'm seeing is triple booked for that time and I could end up sitting there for quite a while, never fun to do alone with a three year old) Snow just sucks. It's pretty for all of a few seconds and then you realize that at some point and time, you'll have to leave your house and face that cold white crap. And on top of it all, I have to go to my dad's house for Christmas stuff on Sunday... in the snow and it's almost an hour drive from my house to his. We may have to take the awesomely ugly truck of my husband's as it has four wheel drive.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
It's been a day of aches and pains for this household. Husband hurt his leg at some point and time today. He's been hobbling since he got home. The baby has been laying directly on nerves that should never ever be pushed on so I have been doing my own hobbling, bordering waddling. I could not have been happier when dinner was done, I stood up and realized I was no longer in mind shattering pain. Tomorrow, if husband still feels awful he's going to go to the doctor. (normally when he's in pain I don't worry too much, he's always in pain but this time seems a little different) I already have an OB appointment and then I'm going to the license branch to update that little shiny card that gives me permission to endanger your lives on the road.
I gave in. Well, husband convinced me to give in. I brought the two outdoor cats in for a few days tonight. They looked like hell when I got out there. (mom, we're freezing, please help!) So far, evil cat has only attacked Minka once since they've been in the house. I think being surrounded by crated dogs all night is making him nervous, therefore, less likely to injure her too badly. My indoor cats are very aware of the fact that he's back there and have been regarding the backdoor warily. As if any minute the door will burst open and in will wander evil cat. They need not worry, evil cat will not cross that doorway. I have no patience for him or his teeth right now.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I finished up with my grandmother's Christmas present today. Now I just have to get my mom's finished. My husband has been holing himself up in the office for the last several days doing something for me for Christmas. I've been doing my best not to think about what it could be. The more I wonder, the more likely I would be to go snooping. I plan on being extremely good this year and keeping my nose to myself. In past years, I've been so bad that my husband won't even use our home computer to look up my presents or information on them since he knew I would check the history extensively and am able to track where he's been even if he deletes it. I'm better now. Reformed if you will. ;)
We tried a new pizza place tonight. Well, it was only new to me as Jasmine and Shawn had it the night before. It's called (I think) Hungry Howie's. It's ok, nothing to write home about. Honestly, I thought the pizza tasted exactly like Pizza Hut's hand tossed pizza. And maybe Pizza Hut's cheese was a little better but really the same pizza, same sauce, etc. Their cheese bread was pretty decent but wow, I have some terrible heartburn from it. Would I go back? Probably if none of the better places were open but not if I had more choices to me. I'm still a Rocco's girl. (don't bother looking it up unless your local, it's family owned and fabulous) I'm actually hungry now but the heartburn is making even the idea of eating, nauseating. Besides, I should really be thinking about doing that sleeping thing, not the eating thing.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I was reading the local paper a few minutes ago (online version) and read that a 10 year old girl was attacked on Thursday by a dog. A pit bull. *sigh* Now the forums on that site are going bat shit over the news of another killer pit bull. I try never to write on those things and try even harder not to read them. I think the main population of posters on there are morons most of the time. We've all met them. The guy in the office that thinks he knows everything on every single subject and will argue with you at length about what he knows, even if you have a shit ton of documents from reliable sources calling him an idiot. It just frustrates me that people are so misguided about this breed. They have never been bred to kill humans. They were originally bred as working dogs on farms. They were used to control bulls and eventually, to fight them in sport. When bred to be "killing machines" they are bred to kill other animals, NOT people. A lot of these dogs that do attack humans are a result of their upbringing. They are extremely sensitive animals. They are sensitive to how they are raised, the conditions they live in and their environment in general. For example, if a couple has a pit bull and they are going through a nasty divorce, lots of fighting and tension, the dog is some how going to respond and it's usually going to be a lot stronger of a response than from any other breed. If you beat the shit out of them, they will respond stronger than any other breed. How they respond is different for every dog, just like it would be with any human that went through similar experiences. They may retreat and become depressed, introverted. They could have the response that many believe the breed to be, vicious and uncontrollable. They may become overly attached to their human, never letting them out of their sight and panicking when they are away. As I said, it's different for every dog. Most people are unaware that the pit bull's jaws don't actually "lock" when they are attacking something. Yes, they have very powerful jaws and it's extremely difficult to get them off of another animal when they are in that frame of mind but, no they do not lock. Another little known fact, a Rottweiler actually has a stronger jaw and more killing power than any pit bull. The Rottweiler has 328 pounds of pressure per inch in their jaws, they're also bigger dogs and can use their weight with those jaws, more so than a pit bull. They also attack more people each year than pit bulls. The dog that is most likely to attack you however, is a Chihuahua. They attack and bite more people a year than any other breed. It's not considered as big of a deal because unless you're an invalid, the dog probably won't kill you with their tiny rat sized jaws. I can understand people fearing pit bulls and I can understand a definite need for controlling the breed and those who own them but I absolutely hate it when someone says we should kill them all and that they're all killing machines. My husband's best friend has a pit bull that I don't believe would EVER harm a human unless they were a threat to her family or a child. Yes, some of these breed lines need to come to an end. By saying that, I am not suggesting euthanizing any of the dogs from those lines but to stop breeding those particular blood lines. These are the more aggressive of the breed, those who were at some point used for sport (pit bull fighting) and those who display traits that are unworthy of the breed. It is the duty of each breeder, of every breed, to only produce the best of the breed and to improve the lines of the breed. And it is the duty of the public to research the breeders, breeds and lines BEFORE bringing one home. You cannot blame an entire breed for the faults of a few.
On another note... why is it that the crazy guys who leave home to be completely isolated for months upon months always have freakishly blue eyes? I'm talking about the Italian who was in a row boat for ten months.
I'm telling you, stay away from the guys with the crystal clear blue eyes, they're trouble. ;)
Friday, December 12, 2008
I was having major pain today, even when sitting so I made the decision that we would not be cooking. It just hurt to much to stand, let alone stand at the stove for an hour. It's a good thing we went out or I would've been absolutely miserable. After being home for a while, I had a little while where I wasn't in mind numbing pain, so I cleaned up the kitchen floor. Some days I look at the house and feel overwhelmed at the amount of stuff that needs to be finished (or that I would like to be finished) before this kid is born. Jasmine's room needs to be finished up before Christmas. She has some rather large toys coming to her and needs some where to put them. (there is a massive pile of clothes on one side of her room, none of which are hers) I would like the rest of the house as clean as possible (and to stay that way) as I doubt I'm going to feel like scrubbing or picking anything up after having a baby and then the sleepless nights that are sure to come with that. I didn't worry about any of this when I was pregnant with Jasmine because it wasn't my house. We were still living at my mom's and it made a huge difference. I knew things would be taken care of around the house, whereas now it's my house and there's no one around to do it for me. My MIL offered to come help us but I'd rather cut my pinkie finger off with a spoon.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
I finally did it. I gathered up an entire trash bag of Jasmine's clothes and am sending them to goodwill. The kid is 3 1/2 and I have never given any of her clothes away. I literally have five or six huge rubbermaid deals full of her clothes. It's time to go through them and get rid of those things that I'm not absolutely attached to. Tonight I pretty much said if it's under 4T, it goes. (I was in her bedroom and there were no clothes under 2T so nothing too itty bitty adorable to distract me) Even the fancy dresses are going. Even if I were to have another girl, it's unlikely that I would put her in all the same dresses Jasmine wore for the holidays. It's just too easy to buy adorable things rather than recycle the old. So goodwill is going to be getting a ton of lightly worn girls clothing this week and in the weeks following. At first I thought about keeping them in the basement and then having a yard sale this summer but I hate yard sales. I hate going to them and I hate having them. I'd much rather take just give them all away. I was also thinking of freecycling them but as I stated before, I don't like giving strangers my address. Apparently, we've recently had some issues with our branch of the freecycle network as well. People respond to ads, don't show up and then a few weeks later, the houses get robbed. I'm just freakin' giddy over the fact that I was actually able to get rid of any of her stuff.
I was also able to get around to starting my cake balls tonight. (my husband giggles like a fourteen year old boy each and every time I say cake balls... he will be 90 and still laugh at it, just you wait) It's takes some time so they're not yet finished. Basically, you make a cake as you normally would but keep in mind your going to demolish the thing within an hour of having it out of the oven so don't bust your ass on some fancy cake pan. Afterwards, once it's a little cooler, you crumb it all up in a large bowl and add about 1/2 a container of frosting. I used the mixer to get it all blended. Roll them into balls and place in the freezer for at least two hours. Take them out, dip them in the chocolate of your choice (I'm using the recommended chocolate almond bark and drizzling with white chocolate), allow chocolate to cool, harden and then eat. This is my first attempt with these. They smelled really good but then again, so did those chocolate truffle cookies. (ok so me, my husband and Jasmine were the only people that didn't like them) Mine are currently in the freezer. I don't have any toothpicks to stick them onto while I dip them so I may just wait to go any further till tomorrow. Just depends on how adventurous I'm feeling after Jasmine goes to sleep. Something about this pregnancy has really brought out the baker in me. Everyone my husband works near is in heaven. I can't finish all these baked goods myself so off they go to work with him.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
My husband thinks we should buy my dad and his wife something for Christmas. We have every year before but a part of me feels like saying we just can't afford it this year. Most years I've bought them a gift certificate, except for one year that I made my dad a photo album of pictures of me and my brother from the time we were little till the present. I'm just not that excited about buying for anyone other than Jasmine, husband and my mom. The only person out of that bunch I have to buy for still is my husband. Which I may end up doing this weekend... I'm just concerned about taking Jasmine with me because she has a big mouth. The more I think about it, maybe I'll wait till I have my mom to distract her for a minute while I grab a gift and pay for it. I also need to get something for my brother and his girlfriend. If we get something for my dad, I'll just make my husband decide on something. The only person he absolutely has to choose a gift for is me so he can take on one more. ;) (his mom doesn't celebrate holidays)
I really need to get to the license branch tomorrow and renew my plastic right to drive. (I know, months ago I said the thing was a year behind but I was wrong... it expires this year) I hate having a driver's license picture for the next four years that has me pregnant. I know, vain but those pictures suck enough already, why make it worse? Shawn's going to drop off my Christmas cards on his way home from work. This year, they will get sent out. Last year, I would say every day that I was going to make them out, and buy stamps... and then actually put them in the mailbox. And it never happened. So if you wonder why I snubbed you last year, I didn't, I was just extremely lazy.
Behind our house is a corn field. For about a month now, I've been finding corn cobs in my house. I had no idea how they were getting there. I just knew I hadn't seen a dog come in with one. Apparently, when they harvested the corn this year, tons of the corn ended up over the fence (I'm not sure if this has ever happened before) and my dogs (ok, so only the Aussie's) seem to think they're a delicacy. I don't know if my husband isn't very observant or didn't care that the dogs were bringing them in. I make them (usually Rodeo) drop them before they come in the backdoor, otherwise they eat all the corn off and then chew the cob into itsy bitsy, painful to the bare feet, pieces. I found another one in the house tonight. Time to have a talk with husband about feet and corn.
I cleaned the ferret cage tonight and while I was doing ferret laundry, (yes they have things I actually have to wash, hammocks, and such) I decided it would be interesting to see how they reacted to snow. As you can imagine, they've never seen it, smelled it or touched it before in their life. I gathered some up in a bowl and set it in the cage. (they're absolutely not allowed out during the Christmas season... ferrets enjoy shiny things, like Christmas lights and they will eat them before you can get them out of their mouths) I wish I would've been recording their reactions. A lot of touching it and then jumping halfway across the cage. Bindi jumped right in and tried to dig to China, flinging snow through the room. It didn't last long however as I had just put a new bed in their cage today. It's not "made" for ferrets but I found it and knew they'd use it so what the hell. It appears to have been a grocery bag but it's so old that the wording is faded. I hung it up in the cage and they were taking turns jumping in and out of it all night. (ok more like shoving each other out of the way to jump in) The ferrets are the main reason I would like to find a cheap sewing machine. Their bedding is expensive and it would be a lot easier to make the stuff myself than to order it off ebay. (the ebay stuff is way higher quality than the stuff you buy at the store) It'd also come in handy for making the dogs something to sleep on since they can't have actual dog beds without eating them or destroying them.
Monday, December 8, 2008
I think me and Shawn were still quite exhausted from all the running around yesterday. We never really got up. So when dinner came about, we didn't want to cook so we headed out to dinner. Shawn got one of the more expensive dinners and mine wasn't exactly cheap. We had an appetizer and after a while started to wonder where our dinner was. We had a great waiter and he kept telling us it would be out soon. Suddenly, he appeared and said we'd only be paying for the appetizer seeing as how the kitchen had screwed up and sent out seven orders before ours. I was thinking holy cow that was an expensive meal and we just about got it for free. Our waiter's tip was more than our actual bill. Can't complain about that.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
-What is your least favorite word? Well... I'd really rather NOT type it out. I NEVER say it and it makes me cringe to even spell it for my own reasons. I HATE this word. It starts with a T and rhymes with what and that's as good as you're going to get from me. Actually if you remove the H from the word what and put the T in front of the W, that is the word I hate.
-What turns you on? Intelligence, a caring nature, humor
-What turns you off? Arrogance, ignorance, racism, close mindedness
- What noise do you love? My daughter REALLY laughing
- What noise do you hate? The alarm on my clock
-What is your favorite curse word? Well, I use the F-word way more than is acceptable. (I'm working on it!) I use damnit quite a bit now in it's place. Drop something - Damnit! Cat breaks something - Damnit! It's snowing outside - Damnit to hell
-What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Well, at the moment, I'm a stay at home mom so the doors are wide open on that one... maybe pet grooming
-What profession would you not like to do? Anything that deals with large amounts of humans or with ANY children. (my own get a pass on thus one)
-If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You should've listened to your uncle. See? He was right all along. I DO exist. ;)
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Tomorrow we'll be dropping Jasmine off at my mom's house so we can do her Christmas shopping. It'll be the first time she's been apart from both us in six months or even more. It seems like I left her at my mom's once during the summer but I'm not sure. I've tried preparing her as best I can. I started off for a few hours telling her we'd be going to grandma's tomorrow and eventually, she knew she'd be staying at grandma's while mommy and daddy went out and bought her stuff for xmas. Let's hope she doesn't freak out. It's difficult for me to leave and enjoy any part of my day if she's crying when I leave her.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Clothes when I'm not fat
Winning of the Lottery
Cat Genie Box
Can't recall anything interesting happening worth mentioning. People are fine, animals are fine, it's extremely cold out. Did I mention extremely cold?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I made probably the best cookies I've ever tasted today. (recipe to follow) I've had this recipe for a while but it just didn't sound that appealing to me. How wrong was I? I almost started a second batch as soon as the first was done but by then it was midnight and I thought, really I don't need that many cookies. (I'm sending half of what I have to work with my husband) I even told my husband that if these cookies were human, I would leave him for them. ;)~ After trying one, he said the feeling was mutual. I know I'm good at baking but sometimes you wonder if you just like it because you're used to it. You can grow up eating sub-par food and think it's pretty good, until you try someone else's cooking. So it was a little ego boost when my husband told me what one of his friends said. His friend has made comments many times that I should do this for a living. (I prefer animals to cookies however) He even went as far this time as to tell my husband he'd be willing to back me if I went into business. He also said that every cookie he eats, he finds himself comparing to mine. Granted, my opinion of the guy isn't real high and that I think he'd eat almost anything short of rat poisoning but it's nice to know that someone else (other than family) enjoys my cooking as much as I do. While I enjoy baking, I would hate it if it were something I had to do for a living. That being said, if one of Shawn's friends needed me to bake something for an event and wanted to pay me, I'd be more than willing but it's not something I want to do everyday. Not that I didn't enjoy the momentary inflation of my baking ego.
Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups all purpose flour
2/3 cup cocoa powder
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups chocolate chips of your choice (semi-sweet, caramel/milk chocolate swirl, chocolate/white chocolate swirl)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees
In a large bowl, beat butter, sugar, eggs and vanilla extract until light and fluffy. Combine the flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt; stir into the butter mixture until well blended. Mix in the chocolate chips. Drop by rounded teaspoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheet.
Bake for 8-10 minutes or just until set. (when cookies have slight cracks in them and no longer appear to be "wet") Cool on wire rack or risk a burned tongue and eat them immediately.
When making these I divided up the batter into several bowls before adding the chips. I wanted to try them with the caramel/chocolate swirl, the white chocolate and the white chocolate/chocolate swirl without making three different batters. They all taste really good but by far, the caramel/chocolate swirl chips were the best. It was like those little swirls were created just for this recipe. They're definitely cookies that go well with a glass of milk or hot cocoa. If you like cookies at all, I think you'll enjoy these. I was worried that they would be too chocolaty tasting but they're just perfect. (I made chocolate truffle cookies last week and I couldn't stomach the amount of chocolate that was in them, however they were a big hit at husband's work)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Over the last few weeks, my husband has been raising money for this kid type charity. The center for the homeless in our city, has quite a few kids there this Christmas. This lady is trying to get together a thousand dollars so that each one of these kids gets something for Christmas. She plans to have a build-a-bear workshop so that each child can make their own bears. My husband was able to raise exactly five hundred. I was pretty shocked that he was able to get that much money with the way the economy is this Christmas. He's taking the money to her tomorrow up in Michigan. I'm proud of him and I know he's glad he was able to make a difference in some kid's lives that otherwise would've had absolutely nothing this year.
Tomorrow I have my 34 week doctor's appointment. I've been having pain quite frequently over the last few weeks so I'll definitely be bringing that up. At times it feels like my muscle's in my stomach are actually being ripped when the baby moves or kicks in certain places. I've also been having pain lower. I won't go into too much detail as it's slightly TMI. It definitely makes me think the baby is very low. I would definitely prefer to hear tomorrow that there is nothing to indicate that my body is changing in preparation for labor. I would really like to not have a December baby. Both Christmas and my own birthday are in December and there is so much going on that I know at some point the baby would feel the same way about it's birthday that I do. (two days after Christmas is not the best day to be born, fyi) I'm due January 12th and if I just make it to the month of January, I'll be ok. Although, it will be a major relief to have my body back to myself. There are days I want to say 'Ok that's it, it's eviction day, get out. I'm done sharing and quite frankly, you're hurting me.' I'd regret even thinking it if I did go into early labor. I wouldn't want a preterm baby, no matter how uncomfortable I may be. Although, at this point in my pregnancy, the chances of a baby being born with only minor problems is greatly increased. For now, I'd prefer to play it safe and have a baby no sooner than 37 weeks.