Scam Spam- Work From Home!

*Hey Scammer!  If you're going to try to scam me, at the very least, could you use proper English?  I love this work-from-home scam I got today.  It reminds me of the porno spams my husband used to get in his email. *

Dear Mr. / Mrs, 

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Your candidacy was selected by our online recruiting department specialists. Your personal profile was chosen from thousands of curriculum vitae resumes at job seeking web portals, your characteristics must be suitable for the position we want to offer you. So if you are in search of the position right now, we are happy to provide it. 

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-Flexible schedules

-Worthy bonuses depending on the profit we make together

-We provide the most modern communication devices to all our employees (Apple

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-2 weeks paid vacation twice a year  (sounds too good to be true!)

-Company covers all taxes; employee receives an invoice declaring his/her

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(A former Nigerian Prince turned legitimate business man)

Oh Evan, night time is for sleeping.

Evan woke us up at 2:00 am last night.  He wanted to "talk".  I got up with him so Joe wouldn't have to.  He kept me up for about an hour and a half.

The funny thing is, I was mad because Evan woke me up from a dream where I was about to win an award on the Food Network, because I created the world's best pasta sauce recipe.  I had to find out what was in the recipe so I could make it in real life.  I tried so hard not to wake up.

When I got out of bed, I stepped on Evan's rattle, hurting my foot.  Then, because it was dark, I tripped over the vacuum cleaner!  I screamed so loud I probably woke up neighbors.

What a night!  Oh Evan, don't you know, night time is for sleeping?  

     I'm feeling very fortunate that my boys are not Autistic. If parenting wasn't hard enough, being the parent to a special needs child is something so consuming, it takes someone very strong, patient, and courageous. These parents are highly regarded in my opinion. I both respect and admire them. 

     Is it just me though, or does it seem there are a lot more Autistic youngsters today than there were back in the day? ("The day" just happens to be between 1980-2000) 

     I don't remember going to school with anyone who said, "Excuse me, I'm Autistic".  Everyone back in my day had ADD.  Then it was ADHD.  When you were rude or being annoying, it wasn't your fault, you had ADHD.  Then you'd get the, "Oh, you poor thing."  

     Then, briefly, it was, "Pardon my outburst, I'm Bi Polar". 

     It seems everyone you know now has at least one kid with Autism, or they're assumed to have the milder form of Autism, like Asperger's disorder. 

"Oh, he's not getting along with other kids? Is it Asperger's? Because he's so smart and there's no other legitimate reason, you're a good parent."

     I'd have to think, "Did I teach him social skills? Is he picking boogers in class? Did I ever teach him not to do that?"  I’d have to consider other possibilities before I jumped to Autism.

     Now, I'm not suggesting Autism doesn't exist. Clearly it does, I've seen Rainman a hundred times. I even have a step brother that lives in a care facility because he has Autism. The real, ‘can't take care of yourself’ form. There are several forms of Autism. 

 Classic autism: the most severe, and best understood, of the autism spectrum disorders. People with classic autism have trouble interacting with other people and often make repeated, robotic movements. Developmental delays are common.

 Asperger syndrome: language develops normally. IQ is generally average or above, typically with uneven abilities.

 Disintegrative disorder: marked by normal early development, followed by worsening abilities in language, social interactions and everyday functioning.

 Rett disorder: a rare genetic disorder caused by a defect in a single gene. Unlike other forms of autism Rett disorder affects more girls than boys.

 Autism spectrum disorder not otherwise specified: The catch-all category. People with PDD have the three classic features of autism but don't fit the other subtypes. Includes high-functioning autism.

     When it comes to this epidemic, I'm more inclined to believe it's not so much nature as it is nurture. It's been reported some towns have much higher rates of diagnosed children than others. Which makes you think, Is it in the water? Maybe it is. Or maybe, it's a 'trendy' thing to do. It may sound terrible, but maybe Autism's the new 'it' desease. 

     If you live in a town where so many kids are affected, and yours isn't, you may be outside the loop.  When you're at the park with the other moms, they'll be talking about little Austin's behavioral problems or how Sarah's misunderstood and Madison's eccentricities; Tyler's physician is really nice, Emily's exceptionally bright for having Autistim...

     You wouldn't want to be left out of the club.  You'd have to explain that your kid has temper tantrums and they aren't related to any disorder.  Your kid chews of the corner of the table and isn't Autistic, he just like the taste of tables. Gosh, that would make you look like a terrible parent.

     I remember when ADD and ADHD were the 'it' diagnoses. The line at the nurse’s office to take your meds at lunch seemed to get longer and longer as more and more kids were deemed 'ADD'.  It's true; I did improve drastically on medication.  I got better grades and teachers hated me less.  I'm, personally, still being medicated for the disorder. Now it's Adult ADD and whether or not I truly have this disorder is unclear.  All I do know is, I feel better medicated than not. 

     I wonder if Autism is a parent's desire to have a label on their kids.  I wonder if it's an excuse for a lack of parenting.  I wonder if it's a trendy diagnoses.  I wonder how many kids are misdiagnosed.  I wonder how this is going to affect my son's generation when they're adults. 

     I'm glad neither of my children are displaying signs of Autism. Trevor also doesn’t have ADD or ADHD. I'm thankful for that as well.  Maybe I'm lucky.  Or maybe I'm just not peer-presured to be in the club.  Who knows?

     I would like to see a cultural study performed of this subject.  I'd also like to see if my generation has adverse results due to our diagnoses for attention disorders.  Like, how we're adjusted as adults and if there is a higher rate of substance abuse among the medicated children compared to those who were not.

PISSED!

.... Grrrr.

Who says SAHM's watch soap operas all day?

Not much soap opera watching for me. However, I do watch Barefoot Contessa while I'm feeding Evan.

Today I: 

• Cleaned the toilets.
  
• Baked a two layer rainbow sprinkle cake with orange flavored frosting dusted with orange zest.
  
• Tended to the constant demands of a teething 4 month old.
  
• Cleaned up after Trevor's mess with the Bath & Body Works Wallflower. 1
  
• Did the dishes twice
• Changed the nastiest of all diapers in the history of babies. 2

1 Long Story. Let's just say he was curious of how it worked and decided to investigate, which lead to potpourri being smeared all over our walls.

2 He had what looked like camouflage colored mud smeared up his back. It took 12 wipes to clean it up.

Just Let It Go

I can't sleep. I've always had this problem. I think the reason why so many people become alcoholics and drug addicts, is to help them sleep bad memories away. I'm haunted by the memories of neglect. My mom and Dad abandoned me on several occasions and bad things occurred as a result.

I've never been able to talk about any of the countless events that trouble me. My mother in law, wonderful as she is, suggested a counselor. The lady helped her sister a great deal and maybe I should give her a try. One problem, she charges $60 an hour. No thanks, I'll figure it out myself.

One of the things my dear husband suggested is, "Just let it go." It makes me laugh to think he calls this a legitimate solution. Here's how I imagine a therapy visit going in Dr. Joe's office...

Joe: So Jeri, what's wrong?

Jeri: Eh, I'm haunted by memories of abuse and I can't sleep.

Joe: Have you ever considered letting it go?

Jeri: What's that?

Joe: Letting it go. You know, just forgetting about it?

Jeri: Jeez, I never thought about that. How does it work?

Joe: You just let it go.

Jeri: OK, here I go. Letting it go now...

Joe: How do you feel?

Jeri: I'm cured! Thanks Doc!

I think what triggered it this time is a visit from my dad. We needed some work done on our property and he offered to help. Knowing my dad, I wasn't sure if he had an alternative motive or not. He did. He offered to help, and give me a great deal on the cost of labor. Basically, my dad would come out and help, but for a fee. He was going to make money off of us.

That hurt my feelings, but I didn't want to talk about it. I just figured I would just let it go. But as I lay down to sleep, thoughts resurface, like, When he dropped me off at my mom's without saying why and didn't comeback.

I can't talk to dad about it. He has a warped memory of the way he fathered me. He'd tell people how he raised his daughter by himself so people would commend him, when in reality, television, brothers and neighbors raised me. I hardly remember my dad being around. When he was there, he was mean to me. I still do not know why he kicked me out when I was 11. He came into my room and said, That's it. I can't take it anymore. Pack your shit. I'm taking you to your mother's.

I thought he was bluffing. He had told me to pack my shit several times that month and he would apologize after I'd pack up my whole room, crying. I didn't cry this time. I didn't even pack. I didn't want to have to unpack. I pretended to pack while lazily throwing clothes into a garbage bag.

He asked if I was done and told me to get in the truck. This didn't even scare me because we'd made it to this point before as well. We'd get half way to my mom's and he'd pull over, cry and tell me he was sorry. He'd turn around and I'd unpack, he'd act like every thing was back to normal.

As we approached the half way point, I started to worry. He kept going. We did in fact make it to my mothers camper. My mother, who was "homeless" at the time, lived in a camper trailer in the back parking area of the bar where she worked. I thought for sure that he wouldn't really leave me here. He wouldn't, right? She's unfit to parent. She's homeless for god's sake.

He said, go tell your mom you're here. I took my garbage bag with the few clothes I grabbed...
...and he drove away.

The next couple of years were the hardest for me as I knew I was responsible for myself. I was like an adult who had no authority. I made my own decisions, bought my own clothes and cooked my own food. When I think back to some of the decisions I made I think, damn, that was bad move. But then I think, what were my options, really? And, why didn't I have someone looking after me?

Then I remember some of the abuse that happened as a result of "living with" my mother. I can't blame her for some things. I feel she is incompetent and therefore can't be held responsible. She drank away her ability to think straight and did the best an alcoholic could do. I blame anyone who knew I was with her and didn't intervene.

My mom did what her parents did to her. Neglected and abused. In her mind, she was doing what she was taught, God forbid she break the chain. It reminds me of a story my mom told me one night when she was in a drunken reminiscent mood... She told me that her mom had to leave the state to attend a family member's funeral. There were six children, one was a baby, who went with grandma, the others were left with Grandpa.

Grandpa was a raging alcoholic who hit his kids. Well, while grandma was away, the state stepped in and took all five kids. Mom and her siblings were placed in foster homes. She told me how the foster parents told her that if she didn't behave, they'd put her in the basement with the rats.

She told me how grandpa would hit her, grandma and all the kids. She told me grandpa would say, Come here, ugly. How grandpa wouldn't allow pictures to be taken of my mom because she was too ugly to be his daughter.

As horrible as this was to my mom, she couldn't see that raising me was her opportunity to end the cycle of abuse and teach her child that you can overcome the adversity and become a productive member of society. But the alcohol got the best of her.

She did exactly as her father did to her. She would tell me how ugly I was. She'd tell me that boys don't like fat girls . How I'd better find a man with money to love me because I was too stupid to take care of myself. She told me that I looked like a whore for wearing too much make up and accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend. She would leave me in an apartment for months at a time "checking on me" occasionally.

The fact is, you can't just let it go. You need answers. You need someone to own up to their wrongdoings and apologize. You need closure.

There are hundreds of scenarios that play out in my mind. I replay these painful memories every night like a bad movie. The memories are so vivid that it's as if I'm reliving them. I eventually sleep, sometimes crying, sometimes not. I feel that if it goes on much longer, I'll eventually lose my mind.

It's happened before. I've become so sleepless, I've needed medication and become what some would refer to as a "crazy person". I've been diagnosed with anxiety, manic depression and ADD. Whether or not I really have these diseases is unclear. What is certain however, is the fact I need help. Soon.

The Curse of a Powerful Voice

You've probably heard me complain about Evan's scream. I've even said that his scream ruined it for me having another baby. Yes, I admit it. I said that.
I also said in the middle of the night, "That's it! I can't take it anymore! Stop screaming!" And when people look at him and say, "Oh what a cute baby." I say, "Yeah, but he screams a lot."

Today, while I was making his bottle, his pacifier fell out of his mouth. I looked over at him, went to put it back in and before I could, "WAAAA!" It sent shivers down my spine it was so unnecessarily loud. It was the type of scream you'd use if you slammed your finger in a drawer.

It was like my life flashed before my eyes, I remembered people telling me to stop screaming, hushing me and telling me that my voice is too loud. Oh my god, did he get this from me?
Indeed. He inherited that scream from me. My voice has always been a sensitive subject. I've blogged about hurt feelings regarding my voice a time or two before. In fact, it was the subject of my very first blog many years ago. Here's an excerpt...

I speak in a matter that is comfortable and natural to me. I am a woman with her own insecurities, the last thing I need is someone telling me, a grown woman, to "use her inside voice".

I am quite aware that my voice carries long distances and has a high pitch. I have absolutely no reason to have to "control" my voice. It's mine, god gave it to me and if you are dissatisfied with it, fine. But it is simply mean and rude to bring it to my attention, especially when I'm in the middle of speaking a sentence or relaying information, especially in front of other people.

Sometimes I think that the type of people that do this to me are jealous of the fact my voice commands attention. Without ever trying I "over power" my superiors with less strength than a whisper.

I am not sorry that you find the way I speak irritating.

I will continue to be myself, like it or not... Thank you.

That expert was from a blog I wrote back in 2005 because my boss embarrassed me in front of customers when she told me to use my "inside voice" while I was taking an order. She took me to the side to let me know that the sound of my voice grated on her nerves and to be careful not to talk to loud when she's around. It hurt my feelings pretty bad.

I've since worked on using a fake inside voice, but sometimes when I get excited my natural voice comes back and I get hushed like I'm a little kid. It makes me mad, even still.
My darling son inherited my curse. The curse of a powerful voice. Knowing that makes me forgive him, he can't help it. Now I just need to teach him how to use his voice for good, instead of evil.

What's My Favorite Thing?

Why, taking pictures of my baby, of course!

Above: My chubby Boy

Above: My 2 Favorite Bald Guys

Above: Naked As a Jay Bird

Joe's Got Good Taste

We bought our kitchen table. I can't wait to see it in my house. Joe picked it out. I think he's got impeccable taste. I love love love world market.

Dear Family, I'm Sorry.

I went to the doctor today for my 6 week check up. Got my pap smear, got my breast exam. Got on the scale, 164 lbs.

What?! I've gained weight since the birth? Ack! You're kidding me!

I guess I'm too used to eating for two. I'm really going to have to go back to my old ways. Counting all my calories, keeping a food log and dealing with a rumbling belly. I have 50 pounds to lose. That's my goal. I'm going to be skipping meals and doing a liquid diet. The last time I did this diet it worked very well. Unfortunately, I owe cigarettes most of the credit.

I think I'm going to do the coffee, tea, soup, wine and veggie diet. I need to shrink my stomach and make myself think I'm full, even if I'm not. I remember the last time I did this diet; I was pretty darn grumpy. My ex and I fought quite a bit.

I hope my family will see me through this hard time and forgive me for my moodiness, should it happen.

Dear Family,

I'm sorry. I'm over weight and I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to do a radical diet these next few weeks. This will make me very cranky and I might not be very nice. I apologize in advance for my bad moods.

Sincerely,
Your mom and wife

The Dirty Side of Motherhood

Sure, everybody knows you get stretch marks and extra flab, but there's a bunch of other side effects to having a baby that no body tells you about. Some I've come to realize:

Big Blue Boob Veins - The very prominent blue veins across my chest are horrifying. But I hear the bigger and bluer the veins, the better it is for baby. The veins get darker because your blood is circulating for lactation. Knowing that doesn't make them any less scary.

Dry Vagina - The hormonal changes that effect your sex drive aren't all mood and body image related; The hormonal changes also cause a dry vagina. Even if you do manage to get in the mood, doing the deed is uncomfortable to say the least.

Tooth Loss - The old wives tale "for every child the mother loses a tooth" has some validity. Pregnancy can make women prone to gingivitis. Repeated pregnancies are likely to result in more frequent outbreaks of gingivitis that may lead to tooth loss. My own teeth suffered a lot this last pregnancy, having had many a tooth ache and a couple extractions.

Maybe there's a good reason why nobody tells you about these things. There'd be a lot less babies in the world.

2008

For most of you suckers, 2008 was a pretty lousy year. But not for me.

Last year on this same night, Joe and I ate Toferky, salmon and baby red potatoes. We drank champagne while smooching in Heather's hot tub. I promised him I would quit smoking and we promised each other that 2008 would be the best year ever for us. And it was.

• In January I quit smoking and made a wish upon a magnetic star.

• In February I had the best birthday ever when Joe took me to Monterey.

• In March, (March 8th to be exact) I unknowingly got pregnant.

• In April I got a car and moved in with Joe.

• In May I went on the most awesome vacation to Florida and Tennessee.

• In June I got a really cool "door inspecting" job.

• In July I got a big fat engagement ring from Joe.

• In August we decided to move to Placerville.

• In September Trevor got Student of the month at school.

• In October I had my baby shower.

• In November my beautiful little boy Evan was born.

• In December we got our house and I married the love of my life.

Yes indeed, folks... 2008 was the best year of my life, thus far...certainly the most eventful. Our plans tonight do not include a tofu turkey, alcohol nor a hot tub. We'll probably eat some grilled cheese sandwiches and go to sleep by 8:00 pm. Maybe next year we'll do something.

Here's to 2009!

It's Official...

I'm Mrs. Joe Christopher!

I married my best friend yesterday. The ceremony was short but sweet. Everyone came, mom & dad, Jen & Brian, Trevor, Evan and all the boys. Kira came and took the pictures, (which I can't wait to see!)

The after party was great. I got to drink champagne and eat salmon and tell everyone how much I love them.

I feel married. I even feel like I look married. I like it.

Joe's Dopplegänger

Evan's cry is different than Trevor's. Trevor had a sweet little cry. "Mmmm-wah. Mmmm-wah." He sounded like a kitty. Evan has a piggy snort and a loud scream-like cry. It's like, "Eh, Eh, WAAAAAA!!! Snort! Snort! WAAAA!"

It's difficult in the middle of the night to have a baby screaming at you, as any parent would agree. I'm looking forward to the next stage of Evan's life, the discovery stage. I'm a little afraid of what he'll sound like when he's teething though.

<-- Isn't he cute? I think he's Joe's dopplegänger. Evan doesn't look like me much at all, (other than the fact that he's Caucasian.) Luckily, he looks like Joe or I'd think there was a mix up at the hospital. It's OK though, that's my baby and I love him. And besides, I already have one mini-me, Trevor.

Joe + Jeri

I'm getting married next week!

Joe's so easy. He wants a cheap ring off Amazon. I wanted him to have a yellow gold ring because I really like the look of gold, but he said he didn't want to clash when we hold hands. That's Joe's ring to the left. He'll look so sexy married.

Our wedding dinner is going to be a simple homemade meal. We were going to have turkey but I thought we'd be turkey'd out just 5 days after Christmas. I'd like to have fancy potatoes as a side, like Mashed with dill and capers. I'm going to Costco and buying a side of salmon and maybe some crab legs for Trevor. Our cake will be pineapple upside down cake. I'm so excited!

I'm 100%, without a doubt in love with Joe. Marrying him will be the happiest day of my life. I'm the luckiest girl in the universe.

Jeri's Survivor Recap

Survivor: Gabon - Bob Wins!

I'm a total dork who is obsessed with Survivor. If you're like me, and love survivor; you're thrilled that Bob won!

I was rooting for Bob from day one. Bob is Macgyver-esque, fatherly, and a true outdoors man. What do I love about Bob the most? I love the bow tie! I love how even when Bob was in his underwear, he still wore his trademark bow tie, Chippendale style.

But the reason I fell in love with Bob is because every time he talked about his wife and family, he teared up. True tears, tears of love. Bob, the physics teacher, was loved by everyone. That's why he won the $100,000 Sprint player of the season. Not to mention, had they really been marooned off the coast of Africa, he was the only player who had the skills to survive. Well played Bob Crowley, well played.

Had Bob not won, my alternative picks were for Sugar or Kenny. Just like the rest of America, I thought Kenny was cocky. But I liked watching the metamorphosis from the meek, timid, nerd to the confidant, cocky, mobster-like figure that he became. Like when he called himself a "shot caller", it was very Tony Soprano. He should have known, as soon as he felt like he was calling the shots, his days were numbered.

I also rooted for adorable Sugar. She cried a lot and wore her heart on her sleeve, which I found endearing. At first, I thought she was the dumbest person in Survivor history but she proved me wrong. I normally can't stand people with a sob story, but she was so cute about it. I'm glad she didn't win the money, but I would've expected her to get at least a few votes. I mean, she played a part in everyone's execution and never had a single vote cast against her. Impressive.

Then there's notorious Corrinne and Ace. I hate bullies, I hate negative people. I loathe conceit and Ace and Corrinne were the worst offenders. Even grumpy old Randy wasn't as offensive as these two.

I hope I'm never in a social situation where I have to interact with someone like Corrinne. I wanted to slap her in her face for what she said to sugar. She called Sugar an, "unemployed, uneducated leach on society" Then she continued to bash her for crying about her deceased father. Corrinne is a miserable wench; may she rot in hell.

Ace was extremely obnoxious. He was so in love with him self that he could survive off the smell of his own farts. That right, I said Ace is a fart huffer.

I'm brainstorming Joe's video application for the show. It has to be good, they get a lot of applicants. I love the show and would love to play but I would never win. I'm not a good swimmer, I'm loud and tend to rub people the wrong way. Also, I can't get sunburned for fear that I would get skin cancer.

But Joe would definitely win! He's lovable, a strategist, hardworking, and capable of lying. His only flaw is he can't tell when he's being lied to. But if he can make it to the merge, he's got it in the bag. Plus, I'd love seeing my husband on TV.

When I told Joe that he was going to apply for Survivor, he told me the sweetest thing...

Joe: "i dont want to leave you for 40 days though... i cant go a day without you"

"i'd be crying on the show"

"like sugar"

Evan Joseph

My little bundle came 3 weeks early.

Evan was born November 14 2008

He looks just like his daddy.

6lbs 13oz

19 inches

Doctor-Voodoo-Magic

Doctor asked me how I am today.

I told the doctor, "I feel like at any moment, I'm going to break down and cry." I told her that I haven't felt like myself in the last 48 hours. I let her know that there is no reason for it, everything is fine in my life, I just feel kinda down in the dumps. I'm sure it's just hormones.

I hate this part. This is when she sits down across from me with a deep look of concern and asks,
"Do you feel like hurting yourself or someone else?"
"Do you have any other symptoms or signs of depression?"
"Did you experience postpartum with you last child?"
"Are you having any other troubling thoughts?"
"Like suicide?"

I had to say, "I actually feel fine. It's OK. I don't want to talk about it."

Why do doctors like to diagnose every patient as being clinically depressed? I'm not falling for your doctor-voodoo-magic. I'm not depressed, I know I'm not. I'm not going to let you trick me into having my head examined.

The last time I went in to see a head shrink, I got a prescription for Ritalin, found out I have a drinking problem, eating disorder, anxiety, and... oh yeah, I was diagnosed Bi-Fucking-Polar! (The only ones I agree with is the ADD and the ED. Long story)

But I know I've never been "depressed" a day in my life. Actually, the anger I feel towards the entire psychological / drug industry perks me up and lets me know, I'm definitely not depressed.

I'm hormonal. I've got the baby blues. The End.

There's Something Wrong With Me

I feel like at any moment, I'm going to break down and cry. I don't even have anything to cry about.

It's probably my hormones. It's a good thing Joe's not here, having to deal with me.

Whole Foods is open in Roseville. They're giving away a free cup of coffee everyday this month.

I'm going to need some coffee. I have a lot of stuff to do today. I better get down there.

California, I Don't Even Know You Anymore

• I can't believe Prop 8 won. (OMG! WTF?) How do you take rights away? It's never happened before. Never in America's history have we amended the constitution to strip people of their rights. Unbelievable.
  

• I can't believe you idiots passed the Chicken's Rights Bill, (Prop 2) California seems to care more about how we treat food than how we treat people. Of all the stupid bills, this was the most outrageous. Thanks California, now we have to pay $4.00 for eggs.

• Prop 10 didn't pass? Seriously? Hmmm, I thought California wanted to have clean alternative fuels for cars + solar and wind power plants? I guess not. Dumb asses.

• Prop 5 - Sentencing Guidelines for non violent drug offenders was a brilliant idea. You guys crapped all over it. Let's hope none of your family members become addicted to drugs. We would have been able to treat them, but fuck 'em, send them to prison. Ridiculous!
  

California, I hate you so much right now.

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 :)
  

I Hate The World Today

Maybe I'm just mad because I got bad news from the dentist, but I'm angry inside today. There are a couple of things that piss me off and I want to get them off my chest.

1. I hate when people switch lanes without turning on their blinkers. They do this weaving in and out between cars thing, It's dangerous; who taught you how to drive? You do not own the road!
   
2. I hate speeders! Who in the hell do you think you are? You could kill me or my kids, I hate you!
   
3. I hate the Yes on 8 protesters. I believe in god, but you make me want to never step foot in a church again.
   
4. I hate when people are late. The only excuse for tardiness is a car accident, that's it.
   
5. I hate flaky people. If you say you're going to be there, be there. It's easy.
   

Halloween Photos

Before We Leave To Go Trick-Or-Treating

I just want to express my disappointment with Trevor.
I made a point to tell him over the phone last night, "Don't lose your Spiderman mask at school."
He said OK.
I call to tell him we're leaving in about a half an hour and I can't wait to take him trick-or-treating.
He said, "I lost my mask at school."

D'oh!

Happy Halloween!

( Sorry about this picture.)

It's my favorite holiday! Halloween is here again. I hope it doesn't rain tonight. Joe and I are Devils and Trevor is Spiderman. I can't wait to get some pictures of us in our costumes.

Joe was super cute today. He got to dress up for work in his costume and have a pizza party with co-workers. I brought some evil cupcakes and ate lunch with them.

Speaking of lunch... I'd like to mention how much I hate potlucks. I hate them for this one simple reason; I get such noxious gas after eating the wide varieties of food, I can't enjoy myself. I'm too afraid of farting. Worse, I'm afraid of farting and getting caught. It makes me so anxious.

But I did have a very nice time with Joe at his work. His colleagues are very friendly and they seem to really enjoy their jobs. His boss is awesome and plays Wii with them. I'm lucky to have a husband who doesn't get stressed out about work. I remember back in the old days, I had an ex that would cry in the walk in closet while he was getting dressed because he hated his job so bad.

As soon as I can, I'll put up my Halloween pictures. I'm so excited!!!