Things I Look Forward To

I have so many things I want to do once this baby is born. Last night, in my sleep, I woke up in pain every time I needed to roll over to the other side. I want my body back. I want my normal life back.
This is a list of things I'm looking forward to after Evan's birth:

• Losing weight. I like to be around 115 pounds. I think I look good when my ribs are well defined and my cheek bones are pronounced.

• Being able to eat or drink what ever I want. If I want coffee, I get coffee. If I want wine, I get wine.

• Going for walks with Evan and Trevor. Maybe getting a dog and taking him with us.
  

• Getting my teeth fixed. I'm getting myself used to the idea I'm going to look funny for a little while, but once they're fixed, I'll be so happy.

• Getting a job and making some friends.

• Last but not least, Sex. Gonna have lots of sex :)
  

Ginger Snaps

I'm officially addicted to the ginger snaps.
I wish I never bought them now.
I weigh 174.4 lbs.
That makes me 15 pounds over weight, not good.
My mouth still hurts.
My face is swollen.
I'm taking the antibiotics.
They taste like farts smell. Eww. Nasty.

Pumpkin Bliss & Tooth Aches

So, my tooth hurts.
It's hurt for a while, but now it hurts bad.
I've been waiting a very long time to get it fixed due to finances.
But now it seems the waiting has made it worse and now I'm pretty bad off in the mouth department.

I need to escape to my happy place.
I envision how happy I'll be when this is all over.
When my teeth are finally fixed.

Follow me to my Happy place:

I think about how happy I'll be when I'm playing with my new baby;
I'm in my new home;
I'm working;
Making money;
Making dinner;
Helping with homework;
Enjoying the company of my husband and sons.

I think about the peaceful bubble baths I'll take...
With my music on...
And my candles burning...
The sweet smell of pumpkin pie in the air...
Ahh...






(The world's best smelling pumpkin candle and I want one.)

Last night, while wrestling around with my sweetie, I got hurt. I'll admit, I totally had it coming. Joe was leaning over me shirtless grabbing for the remote and I bit him in the ribs. (I'd say more of a nibble than a bite, but you'd have to ask him.)

He said, "sweetie, don't bite me or I'll crush you."

I weighed the consequences and made the decision that biting him would result in hilarity. I decided it was worth it. Boy, did I decide wrong.

Now I want to preface this with, Joe would never ever try to hurt me on purpose. But here's what happened...

I bit into Joe's ribs while making my rabid monster noises. He grabbed me by the jaw, squeezed my jaw and put all of his weight on me.

Now, at any other time in my life, this would not have been such a terrifyingly painful experience. However, as I mentioned earlier, I have a tooth infection and his grabbing it and squeezing it made me cry like a little girl. Literally, I don't remember crying like that since I was little, 7 or 8 maybe.

The best part is I know it's all my fault. I instigated it and got what I deserved. Serves me right. :)

I wont mess with the Joe unless I can take what the Joe serves up.

My Tooth

I would have been emo all day if it wasn't for my wonderful family. :)
I had some bad news related to my teeth today,
I don't really want to get into it right now lest I become emotional again.

Trevor picked my spirits up immensely. I watched him do his last Karate lesson of the year. He was actually pretty good. I'm so glad I got to see it.

Joe was super duper sweet and let me use the comfortable car to drive to Placerville in. He said, "Don't get used to it." I know he was playing.

My Mother-In-Law was also great when she got me in this morning to see the dentist on short notice. My Abscess hurts a little, but not as much as it would if I had to wait another 11 days for my first appointment.

I have such a great family. I love them all. :)

Where Were You?

Where were you, when they built that ladder to heaven?
~Cartoon Alan Jackson

My root canals were denied, again! Joe handed me the letter this morning. That's a pretty bad way to wake up. Speaking of bad ways to wake up, it's 9/11.

Question, today is a holiday of sorts. Correct?

Do you say "Happy September 11th"?

I say happy 4th of July, Cinco De Mayo, or I'd say Happy Bastille Day if we were French.

How do you convey a sense of, "Hey, it's September 11th, remember all that bad shit that happened? Well, I just wanted to say, have a happy 9/11."

What is appropriate?