People Are Stupid

Yes, it's another rant about how I hate stupid people. I purchased something off eBay on September 22nd. I paid for it on the 25th via PayPal. The seller finally shipped the item on the 28th, via the slowest freaking method possible (DHL.) From the date of payment, it's going to take me 10 days to receive the item. Her excuse for using DHL instead of Priority Mail as stated in the auction? She thought DHL was more secure. Bullshit, she knew I was going to pitch a fit to the post office because she charged $18 for shipping. On top of the shipping charge ass-raping, she charged 8.25% tax. First of all, the item was less than $7 to ship, and my sales tax is 6%. She's another one of those shitty eBay sellers who pad their profits with insane shipping fees and taxes. Cunt. Her emails are all one sentance, with no punctuation and random capital letters thrown in for good measure. Plus, she uses IM/chat language in emails (ie: "b4" instead of "before", "ur" instead of "you are," etc.) She also can't comprehend the English language. The whole deal makes me want to scream, and just thinking about it gives me a headache. Hopefully the item will arrive in one piece on Thursday, and will be as described. I paid $23.24 in shipping and taxes, which is almost as much as the item itself. And the seller's a twat. How lovely.

I've had a headache since Saturday. I think it's because of the weather, all rainy and cold, but I'm not sure. Additionally, my cold sore came back. The first one cleared up and now I'm getting another one. Fucking fabulous.

This weekend I'm going to a haunted house if I have to go by myself. I love Halloween, so fuck this shit of staying home all season and doing absolutely nothing Halloweeny. Yes, I said "Halloweeny."

I'm in a foul mood. I'll be even pissier (not even a word, don't even care) tomorrow when I have to get up at 10AM to drive 20 miles to my Mom's in order to wash two loads of laundry. Then I'll get to drive all the way back here and get ready for school.

I'm going to try sleeping again.

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Four Year Anniversary

So I've been blogging 4 years. I've slowed down quite a bit on the old blogarooing, but I'm still here. I'm getting sick, again, and I'm not really doing much worth blogging about. It seems ever since I met Morgan I get sick way more than I used to. Probably because of stress, but it really doesn't matter. I hate being sick no matter what the circumstances.

My birthday blew. We saw the baby, which was great, but after they left (around 4PM,) my birthday was crap. I dug through stuff in my Mom's basement, and that was it. Really fun sounding birthday, huh?

I'm going to try and get someone to take me to a haunted house this coming weekend. Maybe someone will take pity on me and bless me with a trip. Saturday I may go to Wooster for a wrestling match (Wolfie,) but I'm not sure yet. He's pissing me off too, but then, who isn't?

Everytime I get the apartment arranged, Morgan drags more stuff in the room. And, instead of putting it away, he leaves it in the middle of the fucking room. This is a studio apartment; everything needs to be in its place at all times. I can't stand clutter, and he isn't helping the situation.

I have to wash clothes. Instead of telling me a couple days ago he was running out of uniforms, Morgan waited until this morning, when he put on the last clean uniform. Why he won't have them cleaned through work is beyond me; it's free and they deliver them to work. Oh wait, because it would be easier on me.

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Hey Look, It's An Update!

So I've been slacking. Sorry, but after 4 years of blogging, I've run out of witty things to say. Besides, my life is so boring right now, I really have nothing to blog about. I'm going through a mid-life crisis, and it isn't fun. But I will be 27 on Saturday, so it's to be expected.

Sorry, but I just don't have it in me to continue updating. I should go to bed.

That is all.

New Blog

I just procured PooperLisa as a Blogger name. Now I have to wait until I can merge both accounts, and I'll stop using TheLawnBunny as my Blogger ID.

This is such a lame update.

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Damn, It's Been Awhile

Sheesh, I'm really slacking, aren't I? Anyway, now that I'm no longer on the evil afternoon shift, I have more time to dicker around on the Internet. Yay me!

My laptop is still broken, so I'm sharing a desktop with Morgan. You'd think with all of the computer shit we have, he'd build me a PC of my own, but noooooooooooo, I have to share with him. Obviously the sharing thing isn't working out so well. I hope to have a new A/C cord for my laptop next weekend, then I'll be back in business.

Morgan and I have not moved yet. The dream townhouse was fabulous, but with my new car payment, Morgan was afraid we couldn't afford $755/mo rent. While he's wrong, I wanted to prove to him he's wrong. We were planning on staying put, but when the landlord decided to raise the rent, we told him to bugger off. We have to find a place to live by July 31, or we'll be living with my Mom for a few weeks. We all know I don't want that, so I'm a bit nervous about finding a place on such short notice. What makes it harder is we're so damned picky. The place has to have 2 bedrooms, central air, a basement and be withing Jackson Township/North Canton/Plain Township or Canal Fulton. Oh, and be less than $550/mo. HA, good luck to us...

Tech training began a week ago at work. It's nice to only be on the phone for 3 hours a day, in the morning, then go to lunch at noon and have tech until 5PM. Friday we tore down a Chevy 350. This week we get to start rebuilding it. Our trainer is cool, so it's not bad at all.

Last weekend was Thunder In The North. Morgan and I both raced our cars on Sunday, and I pulled a pitiful best of 16.4. Morgan actually beat me once in MoneyPit, but only by half a second. Yeah, I'm ashamed. Oh well, my car gets me everywhere I need to go, and that's all I can ask of a V6 4th Gen. Photos from the Saturday car show/gathering are at the following URL:

http://www.thepooper.net/TITN1.jpg

through TITN13.jpg. The photos are huge because I don't feel like cropping with Morgan's crappy photo program.

I went out to start TruckBird last night. He started up just fine, but there was a huge puddle of coolant under him. I pulled him out of the garage, and there was a trail of coolant from the garage to the parking spot. Turns out, there's a plastic piece called the heater control valve. When this valve breaks, coolant pours out as if the radiator busted. $15 later my car was fixed. I plan on driving TruckBird to work sometime this week, just to get him out of the garage and moving around. Besides, his seats are way more comfy than the 4th Gen's. I miss my TruckBird.

I'm going to my Mom's house today, so I should get my ass moving. I don't want to be over there all night, since I'm back on day shift (woooo!)

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Grrrrrrrr

I know, I know, I need to update more. But with working my new schedule this week, and having 400 things to do, I haven't had much Internet time. Adding to the lack of Internet time is my laptop dying Wednesday. Technically the laptop itself is fine, it's the charger I'm having problems with. The computer doesn't recognize it's plugged into the wall, therefore my battery won't charge and I can't use my laptop anymore. I'm going to try and find a new AC adapter locally this weekend, and cross my fingers hoping that's what's wrong.

Off to bed.

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Hmmmm

I figured it was about time for a new post. So here it is...

The surgery went well. No major complications, and I was home by 3PM Thursday. I'm going back to work tomorrow, after a failed attempt at working yesterday. I went in, but came right home without clocking in. It was too early for me to go back, and I was still in a lot of pain even with pain meds. So I stayed home, and in bed, today. Quite nice, and it must have been just what I needed. I've not taken any pain meds today, and can walk upright just like the rest of the human race. Some of my steristrips came off today, and I'm not going to have many, if any, scars from this surgery. Woo me! Photos are below:

3 Days After Surgery:
Belly Button
Tummy 1
Tummy 2

Today, 6 Days After Surgery:
Incision above belly button
Belly Button
Incisions over liver
Incision below liver

In all, I have 5 incisions. The belly button one is the main incision, being about 1 and a quarter inches long, and I think it'll be the only one that may scar. The others are very small, and are mostly bruised and nothing else. Another week and you won't even be able to tell I had surgery.

Morgan and I were supposed to go to Fallingwater this weekend, but I'm not up for that kind of a roadtrip yet. Two surgeries in less than 3 months really put the screws to me, especially since I didn't have a chance to recover from one before having another. I was back to work 3.5 weeks after I had the baby, and today is the first day I've not had to leave the house since my gallbladder surgery.

Woo, we're moving in less than a month. I can't wait. Here are some videos of our new townhouse, taken the day after I had gallbladder surgery. See what I mean? No chance to recover from anything...
(Right click, save as)
Enjoy my commentary:

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Make sure to watch them in order, or they won't make sense.

Over 1400 80's videos!! (Thanks, Mikey.)

My new work schedule begins Monday. While it will be nice not having to be at work until 1PM, it means I'm probably going to miss Bauhaus on Tuesday. I'll be able to make it to the concert, but I'll more than likely not arrive until after Bauhaus has played which really sucks. Yeah, seeing NIN will be cool, but I was ultra-excited about seeing Bauhaus. Oh well, I get off at 9:30PM, and doors are at 7PM. Hopefully, with the one opening act and the time in between set changes, I will get to see at least one Bauhaus song. Besides, we have lawn tickets, so it's not like I'll actually "see" anything. Now if we can figure out some way for the three of them (Barb, Kanon and Morgan) to find me when I arrive...

I need to clean Mr. Fish's bowl, but I don't have the energy.

Guess I'll go to bed. Morgan's been asleep since before 7PM and there's nothing to do anyway.

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Sick Again

Yay me, I had to call off again today. This isn't good. Now I'm all paranoid I'm going to get fired, when I know I won't. It's a good thing I'm having the gallbladder surgery Thursday since apparently it's acting up more and more. Bah.

Such a crappy post, I know, but I really don't feel like typing anymore. Besides, my quarterly visit to the potty is coming up soon.

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Naked Fat Man Ass

As the title proclaims, I was subjected to naked fat man ass. Morgan and I went to Super Summit yesterday, and we needed cash for the food vendors. We went inside to the ATM, and after I went potty, we were walking outside. Next to the entrance is the sales desk, where customers can get advice on what part(s) they need. A huge man was leaning on the desk, with his shirt hiked up in the back. There it was, the largest fat man ass I'd ever seen. I'm talking 3/4 of this guy's ass was visible, and he had to have known. Everyone was walking by giggling, and I wanted to tell the guy, but how would I have said something? "Excuse me fat man, but your icky ass is offending the customers." Yeah, I'm sure it would have went over well. I'm still traumatized.

Super Summit was OK. Really it wasn't anything more than a huge car show, and there weren't really any great cars anyway. The weather was crappy in the morning, so I'm sure that had something to do with it, but I wasn't impressed. The best part was the bucket of fries, followed closely by the cool stickers and Flowmaster key chain. It's a good thing admission and parking is free, or I'd have been pretty pissed off. Morgan and I arrived about 2:45PM and left before 4:30PM.

Stan Hywet is on Father's Day, which sucks because I'm having surgery 3 days prior. I seriously doubt I'll be in any shape to walk around a car show, but maybe I'll surprise myself.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, Morgan and I are moving July 15. We found a townhouse in Jackson Township. It's really freaking nice, and so huge! 1680 square feet, with 2 bedrooms, a half-bath downstairs, full bath upstairs, dining room, living room, kitchen and a full basement. We'll have a washer/dryer, dishwasher, garbage disposal, central air and a carport. We have a garage here, but have to pay extra, and it's pretty useless. Additional parking is in front of our unit, which will rule. I so can't wait to move! Oh, we'll have a patio too, and there's a neighbor dog (Golden Retriever) as well. LOL We'll get a cat once we've moved everything in, and are settled.

On the way from Super Summit, and on our way to the Wink's show in Barberton, we drove past the Goodyear blimp base (right click, save as; it's a video.) This is the original blimp base, and is now a research facility for Lockheed Martin, who partners with NASA and the government. It recently caught on fire, but, as you can see, it's still intact.

Once in Barberton, I took a picture of the giant Reiter Dairy cow.

Morgan and I were supposed to see the new X-Men movie today, but it looks like he's going to sleep all day instead. I need to run to UPS and get a shipping estimate for a few things I have on eBay, then zip to the post office to mail a few things. Why am I always at the post office or UPS?

Last weekend we were even more busy than this weekend. Saturday I had a haircut, then Morgan and I went to Ohio Auto Supply to buy detailing stuff. We then buzzed to Parma so Morgan could wax Mark's T/A, and so we could buy the 4th Gen seats for my car, along with the black GTA rear rims. As payment for Morgan detailing the T/A, Mark gave me the grid tail lights for the Birdy, and the new grey door sills. Woo! Sunday we had the Arby's car show, took my Mom out for ice cream and Morgan rescued a snapping turtle. He and I were going to Summit to buy some stuff, and on the way a small turtle was trying to cross the road. By the time we'd turned around to rescue him, someone had run him over. About 3 miles from Summit we came across a huge snapping turtle trying to cross the road. We turned around and were able to keep this one from getting squished. Yes, we rescue turtles. Stop laughing. Monday found us going to Parma again so I could take advantage of Torrid's half-off clearance sale. After the mall I met up with an old friend from school, and he and I hung out for an hour or so. He's moving to New Jersey in a week and a half, though, so we won't get to hang out anymore. On the way home Morgan and I stopped at Z28 Jeff's house. We drove the LT1 woody wagon, and were amazed by how quick it is. Yes, a woody wagon is freakishly fast with the LT1 engine.

I started taking calls Tuesday at work. They had us on the phones earlier than usual because of Super Summit. I took around 40 calls in 3 days with no overtly hostile callers! It's nowhere near as complex as I thought, and I'm sure I'll do fine.

OK, I think everything is updated now.

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UPDATED 3:50PM

Photos of our new townhouse. They're not the best, but give a general idea.

Entry

Full Bath 1

Full Bath 2

Shower

Half Bath

Kitchen 1

Kitchen 2

Living Room/Dining Room 1

Living RoomDining Room 2

Master Bedroom 1

Master Bedroom 2

Patio

I suck at taking photos. There aren't any of the basement, because it's a basic basement. Cement floor with cement block walls, everything painted grey. The place is much larger than the photos depict, and I didn't even take any photos of the second bedroom. I'm so lame.

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Such A Horrible Blogger

I am the worst blogger ever, I know. I just realized I've been awake for 20 hours, which could be why I'm so freaking tired. I need sleep, then I'll make time for a post tomorrow. Most likely while I'm at the laundromat washing the comforter, and the clothes we've dirtied since Wednesday. We go through clothes like crazy, plus 2 towels every day. I bought a ton of new towels so we can make it through the week, and now we're up to almost being able to go 2 weeks without my washing towels.

It's official. Morgan and I are moving July 15th to a townhouse in Jackson Township. It's 1680 square feet, and we'll have a washer/dryer in our basement. Yes, that's right, IN OUR BASEMENT. I'm too excited, I know.

Woo, my gallbladder surgery is a week and a half away. I can't wait.

Anyway, I'll post more tomorrow.

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Still Alive

Yes, I'm still living. Been super busy, with no time to do anything other than sleep, work and eat once in a while. I'll post a huge blog later this weekend. Promise. : )

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Laundry Post

Gah, I'm at the laundromat again, typing this up in Word since I can't access the Interweb from here (no available wireless networks.) Apparently this is now my favorite place to be, since I'm here all the freaking time. Thankfully tomorrow I get to leave work at noon, since I have my consultation with the surgeon at 1:15 in the afternoon. Hopefully I'll be able to get the surgery for Friday, but I doubt it.

How hard is it to find cute laundry baskets? I've searched all over and all I can find are the regular boring type, so that's what I had to buy. Plain, boring white laundry baskets. Since I'm always washing clothes the least I could do is find some way to make it somewhat pleasurable. But noooooooo, it has to be boring!

This weekend we really didn't do anything too exciting. Went to a car show, had Dairy Queen and Subway. Woohoo, hold me back. I did go to Target, and shoe shopping with my Mom, but I only purchased one pair of shoes, for $4! Have I mentioned how much I love Target?

By the way, Mr. Yuk means no!

Crap, my keyboard is filthy. Perhaps I should clean it or something.

Woo, the washers are almost finished!! Dammit, my feet are asleep.

Why is it the pop machines are 60 cents? Why not 50 or 75 cents? This is a laundromat, where quarters rule the world. So I never remember to bring dimes, and am therefore shit out of luck if I'm thirsty (like now.)

This evening, we emptied the pig (our piggy bank) at a Coinstar thing. We'd fed the pig over $26 in change! I figured there would be maybe $15 because I'd raided it a couple weeks ago for quarters (laundry, of course.) Apparently we spend way too much money, or have too much change. I'm not sure which it is quite yet.

OK, the washers are finished. Must do the transfer. Funtimes, I tell you, funtimes.

Gah, I wish I had a maid.

This post is all over the place, yes? See what happens when I post "live laundry casts?"

More for my memory's sake than anything else, here's where we went today:

Get Go for gas (only $2.05 with my gas discount)
K-Mart (Had a key made, and purchased various necessities)
Dairy Queen
Advance Auto (Morgan bought fog lights for Money Pit)
Wal-Mart (More keys and necessities)
Subway (Morgan's a pig; two foot longs and he ate them both)

Exciting, yes?

Yikes, the air conditioning just kicked on and I'm now freezing.

Bah, the dryers are stopping, so thus ends a very rambling post.

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I Heart Hospitals

It's a good thing I'm used to hospitals, since round two is set to commence mid-June. That's right folks, I'm having my gallbladder removed, and a liver biopsy while they're ganking my gallbladder. Hopefully the biopsy comes back normal, because if it doesn't I'll probably have to take time off work, which isn't something I want to do. I'll have to schedule the gallbladder surgery so as to not interfere with any major car events. This summer isn't going to suck like last summer (and I wasn't even pregnant last year until late, late summer.) We have money, normal work schedules and I should be back to normal pretty soon. Let the summer funness commence!

I'm tired, so I think I'll take a nap. Then I'm running to my Mom's house briefly, since I haven't been over there in 2 weeks, and Sunday is Mother's Day. She works Sunday, though, so I'll go over tonight.

We're going to Columbus tomorrow to see Viktor. Woo, I can hardly wait!! Of course there will be plenty of photos, and I'll post a couple MoBlog shots as long as T-Mobile cooperates.

I've lost 22 pounds since having Viktor, and 5 pounds since my last Dr. Jag visit. Woo for weight loss!

Fuck, it's cold in here. I better get to sleep before Morgan gets home, or I won't get any naptime.

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Where's My Discount

I can't wait until I get my employee discount. I've found two things to get for Viktor; he'll be so cute! Here's the onesie and there's a bib too. Additionally, I found two shirts for myself as well. The short sleeve is cute, but the long sleeve is peenk and brown! Not just peeeeeenk, but brown too! I don't know how much my discount would be on these items, though. The discount varies according to what I buy, and I don't qualify for the discount until June 8th (3 more weeks.) Next week I'll have Shannon look up the discounted prices for me, and if it's not a huge discount, I'll buy them next weekend instead of waiting.

Banks can suck my ass. Enough said.

I left work today at 1:30PM in order to make my liver doctor appointment at 2:15. I arrived, right on time, and was told my appointment is tomorrow at 2:15; the receptionist told me the wrong day when I scheduled the appointment. So I had to call my supervisor, and leave him a voicemail asking if I should reschedule the appointment, or go ahead and keep the appointment. He hasn't called back, so I guess I'll have to hunt him down tomorrow morning and find out. The receptionist did write a note for me, stating they screwed up and told me the wrong time for the appointment. That's all well and good, but I still feel like an ass asking to leave early again.

I should find something to make for dinner. Morgan had to fend for himself last night since I went to bed at 6:30PM. Yeah, I slept from then to 1AM, got up until 2AM, then went back to bed until 7AM. I rule.

I so can't wait until training is over and I switch to afternoons.

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I Don't Like This

I'm having the same symptoms as the first time I worked at Summit. I'm tired all the time, even though I'm going to bed early. I feel sick most of the day. I'm all spaced out. There's no way I'm pregnant again; how could it happen? Even though I had my tubes tied, I'm going to take a pregnancy test this weekend (not waiting around for 3 months like the last time.) If I don't have a period by June 6th, I will proceed to freak out. That'll be 2 months since Viktor was born, and since I'm not breastfeeding or anything, I should have a period by then. I can't believe I'm even having to worry about this; isn't that why I had my tubes cut/tied? (Which, by the way, still fucking hurts.)

I'm taking a nap.

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Back To Work

Well, my first day back is completed. It was weird being back to work after almost a year off, but it was even more weird to see everything exactly the same as when I left Summit. I have the same cube, and am surrounded by the same people. It'll take a while to get used to working 5 days a week, but I could think of much worse places to be.

Morgan wound up not getting his wisdom tooth extracted today. I guess his tooth is infected, and his face is swelled up, so the dentist wrote a prescription and rescheduled him for the 15th. Poor Morgie.

Why did I wake up at 5:30 this morning? This was after going to sleep around 2 this morning. Then I couldn't get back to sleep, which really pissed me off. Gah, I'm going to sleep now, and I'm hoping no one calls and wakes me up.

I'm going to see if I can use "Pooper" as my phone name at work. I seriously doubt they'll let me, so my back up name is "Morgan." Yes, I'm a dork, and "Camaro" is all ready taken.

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Boogers Rule

Still.Freaking.Sick. Someone, please shoot me. My throat doesn't hurt anymore, thank goodness, but I'm still stuffed up, coughing and boogery. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow, since I start work at 8:30AM. Woo, I'm excited.

Speaking of work, I dug all of my work clothes out of the closet. I have plenty of pants, but I'm not sure how many will fit. My waist is smaller than before I got pregnant, but my stomach is still swelled up. Plus, the more I walk around the more my tummy swells up. Additionally, I've noticed some leaking after I walk around a lot. It's actually bleeding now, and not out of the incision. It's bleeding below the incision, which makes no sense to me, but that's how it is. I want to go to the hospital to have it checked, but I'm afraid they'll want to admit me for whatever reason, and I can't miss work. I guess if it starts bleeding uncontrollably, or hurts so badly that I can't function, I'll go to the hospital. Otherwise, I'll tough it out.

We went shoe shopping yesterday because Morgan needed new work shoes. Yes, Morgan went shoe shopping. He finally decided on these for $105 on sale, with tax. He says they fit well and don't hurt his feetsies. Of course, I can't go shoe shopping without buying something. I scored these for $10, with tax. Usually flip flops hurt my toes, but the cloth divider thing is awesome. They're really comfy, too.

We went to a car show today, right around the corner from our apartment. That was a nice change of pace, since we usually drive an hour to car shows. People actually wanted to look at Money Pit which I found very scary. TruckBird was there for about an hour, because Thumper and Decko were there and requested his presence. My car rules. Blackie made a brief visit as well, so all three FBodys made public appearances today.

Gah, it's all ready 9:30PM and I still have to do so much shit before going to bed by midnight. Yes, I have a bedtime again.

Almost forgot...There's a cute chipmunk apparently living in the front bumper of my Firebird. Of course, I took photos. Photo 1, photo 2 and photo 3. The shots are progressively closer of our cute chipmunk. Thankfully as soon as he hears someone come out the front door, he runs out of my car, so I don't have to worry about starting my car and hurting him. Just to be on the safe side, I knock my front bumper before I get in the car. We're going to buy some food and set it outside for him, and some food for the bunny living in the backyard as well.

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I Forgot

I almost forgot to update about my oozing incision. I went to the Immediate Care on Saturday, to be told the oozing was the breakdown of a clot, and was totally normal. It still hasn't healed, though, so I think I'll have it checked Tuesday after my gastroentorologist appointment.

Morgan and I had a busy weekend. After I went to the Immediate Care, Morgan and I went to the Canfield Swap Meet. Man was that entertaining. Four hours, and 2 sunburns later, we came home. Sunday we went to Valley View's Quaker Steak and Lube for an FBody meeting. Present (L-R) were me & Morgan, Jeff, Erin, Matt, and a guy I didn't get to meet. Nick was also there, but not in an FBody, so there's not photo for his name, LOL. It was a nice line of FBodys, and we were there in time for the car show too! After we left Quaker, we went to Morgan's Dad's and grandma's houses (Cleveland,) then to Subway (Parma) for dinner. This weekend we're going to see Viktor in Columbus as long as his pediatrician says it's OK. Since I went to the doctor Tuesday for Strep (temp of 102, woo) and an upper respiratory infection, I want to make sure it's OK for me to be around him. I definitely don't want him getting sick, so if it's not OK this weekend, we'll see him next weekend. If we don't go to Columbus on Saturday, we're not doing anything this weekend. That'll be a nice switch from the running around I've done this week.

Dentist appointment tomorrow. That'll be fun. It's my first dentist visit in at least 10 years; I rule. I better not have a cavity or I'll be pretty pissed. I've made it 26 years without a cavity, I'd like to make it at least 26 more.

I need a haircut.

Bauhaus and Nine Inch Nails in less than 2 months. Woo!

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Yay Me!

I got my old job back. Yep, that's right, I'm going back to work at Summit Racing. I start Monday, and have to go through the training again. That's OK, at least I'll definitely know what I'm doing when I'm finished. The training class is myself and 4 guys, one of whom worked at Summit a couple years ago. I had my drug test today, which was negative of course, so I'm all set to begin Monday morning at 8:30. My hours during training are 8:30-5. After training (in August) I'll probably work Sunday-Thursday from 1:30PM-10PM. Woooooo!

Morgan's whining because I'm on the computer, so rather than put up with his bitching, I'm getting offline.

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Ack

Gah, my incision has started to ooze. Not a lot, but enough to get my ass worried. I need to wash clothes, then I'll visit the Immediate Care. I'm sure I'll wind up with some stitches, but it's better than an infection. Ick.

I've been awake since 5:30AM, and out of bed since 6:30AM. I woke up to pee (flashback,) then couldn't go back to sleep. I also had heartburn. I woke up with heartburn yesterday, too, and felt like I was going to yak all day long. Of course, I'm terrified I'm pregnant again. Yeah, I know I was spayed, but wouldn't that be just my luck?

So yeah, I get to visit my two favorite places today; the laundrymat (yes, I know I spelled it incorrectly) and Immediate Care. OK, so the Immediate Care isn't the hospital, but it's close enough to qualify. How will I be able to handle the Canfield Swap Meet after such excitement?

Got a new cell phone yesterday and I want to ram it up someone's ass. It keeps alerting me to an "Instant Message Occurance," but won't allow me to sign on and check the IM. So, if you're IM'ing me and I'm not replying, that's why. I'm not really online and my stupid phone won't let me check the message.

Guess I should stop stalling and get my ass in gear.

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About Time For An Update

This is going to consist of a ton of ramblings, so bear with me. See what happens when you folks wish for an update?

I can't believe Morgan and I are parents. Even though Viktor doesn't live with us, he's still our son and we're still his birth parents. We love him just as much as if we'd kept him, maybe even more, and we still think about him/talk about him every day. He'll always be a part of our lives, and we'll always be a part of his. I'm sure our first visit on May 6th will be hard, but I'm glad for the chance to see him. I hope it's a nice day so I can take him for a walk around their neighborhood. I have tons of photos of him, with 4 in the living room, but photos just aren't enough for me. I need to see him, hold him and maybe even change his diaper again. Every day I wish we hadn't given him up, but then every day I know we made the right decision to do so. Knowing it was the right decision doesn't make it any easier, though.

I drove the red RS (Money Pit) to Wal-Mart this evening. Morgan and I went to the dragstrip on Saturday, and the car pulled a pitiful 16.9 quarter mile time. It was sure quicker than that tonight; too bad I wasn't at Dragway 42.

This weekend we're busy little bees. Saturday we're going to a swap meet in Canfield, Sunday we're going to Quaker Steak and Lube in Valley View for a 3rd Gen FBody meet up, and I think we're doing something Friday too, but I can't remember right now. Anyway, yeah, we're busy this weekend and that's fine. It's good to keep the mind occupied.

I had my first check up today with Dr. Jag. My incision is healing "beautifully" and the pain I'm having in on my right side is totally normal. I guess I have some scar tissue at my right ovary from the tubal, and there's still substantial swelling on the right side. The pain is from the scar tissue, swelling and my uterus shrinking. By my next (and last) check up on June 7 I should be back to normal. The only problem is one of my steristrips was pulled loose by my clothes. When it pulled off, it ripped the incision underneath, so I have a small area of the incision that's ripped open a little bit. The weird thing is the rip doesn't bleed, ooze or anything else. That's good, but strange. If it hasn't healed on its own in 2 weeks, I'm having a couple stitches put in to help it along. Tomorrow, I have to soak my belly until I can remove the 8 remaining strips without pulling on my skin while snatching them off. Sounds like an exciting way to spend my Thursday.

My brain stopped working about 30 minutes ago; finally, 3 hours later, the Motrin is kicking in. I am out of my prescription 600MG pills, so I had to go to Wal-Mart and buy a 100 count bottle of Motrin. I'm taking them 6 at a time, so yes, I needed the 100 count bottle.

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Ick

Well now, don't I feel like a pile of dogshit? I ache all over, almost like I have the flu. So yeah, I'm totally not in the mood to blog.

I have to go to school today to re-register for classes. You know, since they kicked me out when I was in the hospital the first time. Thankfully the longest Morgan and I will have to stay at Brown Mackie is until August, then we'll transfer to Stark State. We'd like to transfer in June, but I don't think everything'll be in order by then. It may be, but probably not. Anyway, so I have to re-register and I'll return to school May 1st, but Morgan and I won't be in the same classes anymore. Gah, I hate that school.

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I Stand Corrected

Yeah, my incision did rip open on the right hand side. Lucky me.

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Recovery & Birth Story

Well, I'm slowly recovering. Wednesday I was doing really well, then yesterday my incision started hurting again. It feels as though it's ripping open, and even though it isn't, the sensation isn't fun. It only happens when I try to get out of bed, so I'm all right throughout the day. I drove two days after I got home (that would have been Tuesday,) and I've went all over town since then. I have no pain when I drive, and I can actually get in/out of the car easier than when I was pregnant (no crotch pain anymore.) I'm sure the pain meds have a lot to do with my comfort, but I've went from 2 every 4 hours to one every 8 hours. I'm on OxyContin; why, I have no idea. I'm also on prescription Motrin which amounts to one 600MG tablet. The OxyContin really threw me, though. Not to mention kicked my ass. So yeah, by this time next week I should be back to normal.

I had a job interview yesterday but it sucked. There were 8 other women being interviewed at the same time, for the same position (how tacky.) I had to wear jeans because, even though I've lost weight, my lower belly is still swelled from the c-section and none of my work clothes fit. I explained this to the interviewer over the phone, and again in person, but I'm sure I won't get the job. Most of the other candidates looked older, and were probably laid off from Diebold/Hoover/etc. I don't stand a chance.

I finally typed up a short birth story for Viktor's online photo nursery thing. It's below for everyone who didn't receive the access code to his online nursery (I'm not posting it for the world to see. If you'd like the code email me with who you are and I'll probably send it to you.)

I should get ready to leave. My Mom and I are going to Bath and Body Works and I have the 5th set of photos in two days to pick up from Wal-Mart. Yes, I'm one of those women now...

Viktor's Birth Story (The Abridged Version)
I was blessed with a c-section delivery. On Wednesday the 5th I had an appointment with the maternal fetal specialists to determine if Viktor's lungs were developed enough for delivery. The amnio results were 65 negative, and I was told I'd have to wait at least 4 or 5 days for him to be born. I went home, told Morgan and we decided to go to Summit Racing. While at Summit, I was sitting in the car eating and decided to check the answering machine messages. There was a message from Dr. Jagadeesan saying she consulted with Dr. Krew and he gave the OK for me to deliver the next day at 3PM! I freaked out and called Morgan while he was inside Summit Racing. How fitting he found out, while amongst car parts, when his son would be born! I called my Mom (who was at work) then called Brian, Stacey and Kendra so they could prepare for Viktor's arrival.

11AM Thursday Morgan and I arrived at Labor and Delivery. Some of my nurses were there, and were excited the time had finally come. I was stuck in a room, where Shawn (mean nurse) was my nurse. I had all of my favorite people there, which made me less nervous. Shawn started my IV while they monitored Viktor's heart rate. My Mom and Uncle Bob were there, Brian and Stacey arrived around 1PM and Kendra arrived around 1:30PM. At 3:10PM I was carted into the OR, and Morgan was stuck in an adjacent room to "suit up." I wish he could have been in the OR while I was being prepped (and getting the spinal) but he couldn't. The spinal was no big deal at all, and it was immediate (they weren't kidding!) My nurse anesthetist was so awesome and nice, he was great during the whole delivery. Morgan was finally allowed into the OR, and the delivery began. Viktor didn't want to be born, though, so Dr. Jag and Dr. Johnston had quite the time getting him out. It took a little longer than usual, but Viktor was finally born at 3:49PM. He scored a 7 on his one minute Apgar and a 9 on his five minute Apgar.Upon being thouroughly inspected by the nurses (they were rough, too!) he was pronounced healthy and Morgan could hold him and check him out. I'd performed the finger/toe check when they first took him out, and was relieved to see him wiggling around and to hear him crying. After I was stitched up, I was wheeled to the recovery room. I was in the OR roughly 2 hours, due to Viktor's stubborness.

I was in recovery for 6 hours because no beds were available in labor and delivery (9 babies were born from 3PM-9PM!) I remember my brother Kieth, Tricia and the girls visiting me in recovery, and I remember holding Viktor and Morgan being there. Other than that, I was pretty out of it (I was on magnesium to prevent seizures, and the AstroMorph from my spinal knocked me for a loop too.) Around 11PM I was moved to my labor and delivery room. At 3:30PM the next day I was moved to a "normal" room, and our friend Barb visited along with my brother Jeff, Julie and their kids.Dr. McDaniel and Carol visited me a couple times too, which I thought was really nice of them. Saturday and Sunday were spent with Viktor, visiting with family/friends and getting my butt in and out of bed. Morgan was there the whole time (he slept in a bed next to mine,) helping me and spending time with Viktor.

I made mention of Brian, Stacey and Kendra. Kendra is our adoption counselor, and Brian and Stacey are Viktor's adoptive parents. Morgan and I decided an open adoption was best for all of us, and Brian and Stacey were the perfect people to adopt Viktor, whom they named James Frederick. Viktor/James has two families to love him; what more could he want? Morgan and I couldn't take care of him as he should be taken care of, and even though we wanted to change our minds, we knew Brian and Stacey were better equipped to take care of Viktor. We'll see Viktor throughout the year, which is nice. Brian and Stacey will take excellent care of him, and we're so happy they adopted our son. He couldn't have better parents.

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Baby Photos

This will be a short post; my pain meds are kicking my ass.

Photos of us at the hospital:
Recovery Room
Barb and Viktor
Me, Morgan and Viktor
Me and Viktor Up Close
Me, Viktor, My Mom & the Goldfish
Father & Son Sleepy 1
Father & Son Sleepy 2
"Why Is She My Mommy?"

I'm so strung out looking in the recovery room photo. That was right after I had him, like less than 3 hours after I had him. He's more alert than I am in the photo, LOL.

Bah, these pain meds so kick my ass.

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Time For A Baby

The alien departs the mothership at 3PM Thursday. Don't expect an update until Saturday morning at the earliest since I'll be strung out on Magnesium and Morphine. Woooo!

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Dumpster Diving

Morgan went dumpster diving at our apartment, and came up with this. Yes, he's dumpster diving at our own apartment building. I'm so embarrassed. He just went to Wal-Mart to buy bags for his new find. Now we have two vacuums, how rockass is that? Wait, I just looked over by the wall, and we have 3 vacuums! One for linoleum and hardwood, then the two regular vacuums. Since I'm sitting right with my camera, here's a photo.

Dammit, I'm starving.

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I Don't Understand

Here's something I find quite perplexing. Some of the blogs I read have donation links on the sidebars for whatever reason. People actually donate money to someone they've never met, and probably never will meet. It shocks me on a daily basis to see the balances of these "donation jars" rising. Yeah, I have a link to my wish list on the sidebar, but it's not like anyone has ever sent me anything off the wish list, and I wouldn't expect them to. Some of the blogs I read make you feel guilty if you don't donate, or purchase something from one of the numerous ads they have on their site. There's nothing wrong with trying to make some extra money, but the ads are taking over the blogs. I think it's tacky, but then, when has my opinion mattered? NEVER.

I enjoy "springing ahead," but it does make for a messed up sleep schedule the first couple days. The extended daylight hours are nice, and overall it isn't too bad.

I must make dinner, even though Morgan bitched about what I was making (chicken breasts, mashy tatoes, gravy and stuffing) so he's ordering pizza (rather I'm ordering the pizza while he lies on the floor and gives commands.) That's OK; since he's getting pizza, I don't have to make potatoes, gravy or stuffing since I can't eat any of the tastiness right now. Makes my life easier, but he's wasting money (which he does on a daily basis.)

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Free On The Weekend!

Holy shit, I'm not in the hospital! Everything was fine today, my fluid was higher than it's been in at least a week (7.7,) and he scored an 8/8 in 7 minutes. Yes, we both rule. Blood work and another ultrasound Monday, and maybe another amnio as well.

I finally bought plates for the red RS, and put liability insurance on it as well. Tomorrow it gets new tires, and Sunday it's getting a bath.

Yes, I've changed the background music again. Shut it.

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Word

Well now, wasn't today eventful? The ultrasound revealed the alien to be 5 pounds 4 ounces. Yes, over 5 pounds. Woo! He's growing as any good alien should, and I won't be surprised if he's over 6 pounds by the time he departs the mothership.

I completely ran all up on a curb today. And there were witnesses. TruckBird seems to be OK, though.

It's 60 degrees. You know I drove around with the t-tops out, and will probably wind up getting pneumonia or something.

LG1 and mecha sent me flowers. Aren't the purty? Thanks you two!

I'm such a horribly evil person; I had Swenson's today.

Nap time.

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Home Again

I managed to get my happy ass released on a Sunday. Dr. Gill came in around 11:30AM and told me the liver screenings are good, and he was letting me go home today. I have to keep my three day a week specialist at the hospital schedule, along with once weekly Dr. Jag visits. So tomorrow I will have another biophysical ultrasound, drop off my 24 hour urine and have a consult with the specialists. Hopefully they forget about a blood draw, but I doubt it.
Wednesday we'll find out how much he's grown in 3 weeks.

I am going to bed; have to get up at 7:30AM to be at the hospital by 9AM.

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Hospital Part Deux

Yeah, I'm in the hospital again. I was readmitted Wednesday the 22nd because my liver enzymes were screwed up again. The baby is fine, however.
Obviously I'm not happy about being in here again. Especially since I was admitted Wednesday, and by Friday the enzymes were almost normal again. Instead of letting me go home Friday, the specialists chose to keep me here all weekend for "observation." I'm in the hospital, nothing's wrong with me and I'm not hooked up to anything. The IV was hep-locked today, I'm only on the baby monitor one hour out of every four and all of my blood/urine tests are perfect. The baby is perfect, and his fluid is good as well. Yet, again, here I am in the hospital getting blood thinner injections because I was stuck in bed by the IV. I finally got out of bed and waddled to the nursery this evening, but that was the first "trip" I've taken since my arrival. I came in for a regular checkup, and didn't get to leave.
Allegedly, if the fluid stays good and the enzymes remain stable, I'll go home Monday. But then they said I could go home Friday if those criteria were met, and I am still here. I need to beat someone.

I'll be 9 months (36 weeks) pregnant on Monday. It's freaking scary. I had another amnio Wednesday, and I wound up having contractions the whole time. OK, that sucked and they weren't even real contractions/labor. Sooooooo glad I'm having a C-Section.
The results of the amnio were better (32 this time,) but still not the 55 we need for delivery. Wednesday is the next milestone; the size ultrasound. If he hasn't grown sufficiently, they'll deliver him Wednesday or Thursday. If he is growing, he'll remain inside to fester a couple more weeks (April 11 is our hopeful date.)

Gah, I have to pee.

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Sneeze

I've been sneezing all day. I better not be getting sick.

If my fluid drops into the 4's, Dr. Jag is delivering the alien immediately. That'll help my stress levels for all of my specialist visits.
Speaking of the specialist, I need to leave my house by 6AM tomorrow. I have to visit the lab prior to my ultrasound (7:30AM,) and hopefully my liver isn't jacked up again.

I should go to bed.

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Poooooooooop

Gah, I'm on the hospital schedule. This means I wake up every 3 hours, and am hungry at 7:30AM. I've all ready scheduled my specialist appointment for today, had a tasty breakfast and will schedule my appointment with Dr. Jag for tomorrow. Monday, Wednesday, Friday at the specialist is only for this week; beginning next week it's only two times a week.

I so need to clean the living room. I also need to find my discharge paper so Morgan can take it to work (he took Friday off to bring me home and "tend to me.") How I lost the damned thing between last night and this morning is beyond me, but it's gone.

The first day of Spring is sometime this week, yet we're not supposed to break into the 50's. We'll be lucky to hit 40. I hate Ohio.

Was I just talking about the weather again?

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Home Sweet Home

I'm home. I was released Friday, around 11:30AM. Almost 8 days exactly (I was admitted at noon) and I was beat. I had to get a prescription filled (Amoxicillin) so where's the first place I go upon release? Target, of course. LOL I went to the junkyard yesterday, made one lap and sat down the rest of the time. Today I took a brief jaunt to the grocery store. I do not want to wind up back in the hospital, so I have yet to clean the apartment, other than a quickie bathroom clean and a simple kitchen wipe-down. No vacuuming or anything crazy like that, and I certainly haven't tackled the laundry.

Being confined to the hospital works great as a diet. I went in there and couldn't even get close to fastening a pair of jeans I bought around a month ago. Now they fit fine. It's strange, though, since I ate a bunch while I was in the hospital but didn't do shit. Oh well, at least something good came out of being in there. LOL

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I'm going to be nervous. I have to go into the specialists' office for checkups on those days, and I'm terrified they're going to decide to admit me again (the specialists' office is in the hospital.) So, if I disappear for a couple days, I'm back in the hosptial and waiting on a laptop.

Yeah, that'll do wonders for my blood pressure.

OK, Morgan's cooking. I need to supervise to make sure the kitchen isn't burned down.

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Last Hospital Update?

Someone is trying to keep me in the hospital. I'm scheduled to be released tomorrow morning, woo me. Well, my last blood sugar test read at 200. Twofuckinghundred! With blood sugar like that, they're not going to let me go home. When I order my meals, I purposely choose lower carb items since all I'm doing is laying in bed and walking to/from the potty. I don't need a ton of carbs; I'm not doing anything. Well, the dietary staff has taken it upon themselves to put extra food on my tray, and it's always something full of carbs. I'm supposed to be on a 2,000 calorie diabetic no salt added diet. They totally cracked me out on carbs for dinner, and now I may be stuck here because of it. Fuckers.

I do have gallstones, but it's an inconsequential issue right now. They're not causing any problems, my gallbladder isn't inflamed and there are no indicators of any past problems. I'll have my gallbladder removed this summer, but there's no point in doing it right now. Heh, other than that, I'M COMPLETELY HEALTHY. Thankfully the doctors haven't said that to me in at least 24 hours; I swear, they have the phones tapped.

I will return to the hospital 3 days a week, and to Dr. Jag's office on Tuesdays. All of the doctors are now giving me until April 11, but we know how that is. They also swore I was going to develop preeclampsia and I never did. I know it's not an exact science and besides, we don't know what caused my liver to get cracked out and probably never will. I do have excellent doctors, though, and I'm confident they know what's going on.

The people across the hall need fucking punched. They are sooooooooo loud and inconsiderate, and we all know how much I love loud and inconsiderate people. Shut the fucking door at least, and stop yelling. We don't care you bounced a check; learn how to budget! I should be a total bitch and complain, because it's after 8PM. Visiting hours, except for the support person (ie: Dad) ends at 8PM. Heh, I think I will complain just to be an asshat.

I hate my IV. Of course it's the last thing they'll take out, probably leaving it in until I'm actually at the car. LOL I wish they'd take it out tonight, but I know they can't just in case something was to happen and I needed immediate sedation or meds.

It better be warm this weekend; I missed the 70 degree weather earlier this week.

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Another Hospital Update

Heh, yes I'm still in here. I may get to go home Friday if the baby's fluid levels stay up, otherwise I'm here until he's born. Today's levels were 8.1 which is normal, and the highest they've been since I was admitted. If I do get to go home I have to stay on the couch or in bed, except for Monday, Wednesday and Friday when I return to the hospital for labwork and an ultrasound. I don't care how much I have to sit on the couch or stay in bed, at least I'll be home. I won't get too excited, though, because my doctors always have something up their sleeves.

Speaking of doctors, if one more of them tells me how freaking healthy I am, someone's getting kicked in the taint. If I'm so freaking healthy why am I still here? I know it's because of his fluid levels, but why not send me home with instructions to drink a certain amount of liquid every hour? The doctors have seen I comply with every instruction they give me, so what's the deal with keeping me in here and hooked up to an IV (it's for fluids only) when I could do the same thing at home without the needle in my arm?
On a better note, every blood screen and test they've run has been negative. I don't have mono, hepatitis or anything else they could think to check for. My liver is returning to normal, which is nice. Earlier in the week the doctors were worried about permanent liver damage, but it doesn't seem to be a worry anymore. "Lisa, you are perfectly healthy and the baby is healthy too." Gah, someone needs smacked.

I actually got to sleep last night with a minimum amount of interruptions. Every time the baby pops off the monitor, a nurse has to come in and reposition the monitor. The two nights previous he wouldn't stay on the monitor for shit. Last night I woke up to pee, and that was it. I'd get up, pee, hook myself back up to the monior and go back to sleep. It isn't like I'm getting a ton of sleep at once, though, since I have to pee every 2 hours at the most, more like every hour.

I'm beginning to ramble, so I'm going to take a nap until it's time for my blood thinner and sugar test at 10AM.

Gah, Must.Go.Home.

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Still In The Hospital

Gah, I'm still in the hospital. I really have no idea when the baby's going to be born, but there are certain circumstances which will guarantee a same-day (but not emergency) delivery:
-If his fluid levels drop
-If my blood pressure goes too high
-If my labwork comes back silly again, especially my liver
-If a 24 hour urine screen shows a large amount of protein in my urine
-If I experience a severe headache or vision disturbances, which are indicators of worsening preeclampsia.
The specialist who has taken care of us the whole weekend, Dr. McDaniel, swears I'm going to develop severe preeclampsia, so he wants to keep me here until I have the baby. It's OK with me, and I know it's the best idea for both of us right now, but I'm so bored I can't handle myself. And I've only been here since Thursday at 11AM! The food's not too bad, though, and since I'm off the magnesium I can drink whenever I want to and get up to pee with relative ease. I'm still hooked up to the IV for fluids, and the baby monitor (of course.) I can shower, though, which will rock, and I have the laptop with Internet and Morgan brought the DVD's from home. And, of course, I have the goldfish for company, and a singing bear my Mom bought me.

Heh, I had an amniocentesis today. There are certain proteins in the amniotic fluid which can determine approximate lung development. If the level is over 55, the baby should do very well being delivered at that time. There's also one other item they check for, which is a positive, negative or neutral result. Positive is the best of those three. So if the result is over 55 and positive, delivery would be fine. Heh, our result was 12, positive. Grrrrrrrrrrr. So he gets to remain where he is to fester for a bit longer. The doctors both said even if he has to be born this week he'll be OK, but he'll probably be on a respirator and have to spend more time in the NICU than if we can keep him inside another week. Yes, another week. I could wind up spending almost a month in here if the baby decides that's what he wants to do. I receive the results of my labwork every morning around 9AM, and the ultrasounds are performed around 8AM during the week, around 10:30AM on the weekends. Those are the two things (lab results and ultrasound fluid level) which determine if he stays put, or if he makes his debut.

Now, just because I'm that bored, here's a list of shit they're giving me/have given to me while I've been here:
Thursday I arrived and they started the magnesium sulfate to prevent seizures, and started the IV fluids as well. Then I received the first of two steroid injections to help develop his lungs. Saturday I stopped the magnesium, and began blood thinners since I'm sitting around doing nothing. I'm still tethered to the IV for fluids, and I have also received 4 shots of insulin because the steroids made my blood sugar go crazy for a couple days. Currently I'm on antibiotics to prevent a bladder infection, the blood thinner injection every 12 hours (10A and 10P) and my prenatal vitamin. I get stuck once a day for labwork, usually around 6AM, and I have a daily pimp ultrasound as well. The poking has greatly decreased since I got off the magnesium, for which I'm eternally grateful. My right hand is so tore up right now; I look like a long-term IV drug user. Oh, and we can't forget about the delightful 24 hour urine screenings. I've completed two since I arrived, and have to begin my third in the morning. I won't know how to act when I can pee without either collecting every drop, or measuring my "output."

Speaking of peeing, I think I need to do just that, for the billionth time today. And, for everyone keeping track at home, I have the "comfort" capacity of 400 CC's in my bladder, which I guess is pretty good. I rule, and so does my bladder.

Additionally, I am completely healthy and disease free, which is nice to know. In addition to being checked for every STD and blood panel thing know to man, I was checked for all the hepatitis family, and all are negative. Yay me.

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Hospital Update

Yes, I'm still in the hospital and will be here for a while. I can blog via Blogger, but that's about it. I can access eBay, but not PayPal. No MySpace or AOL IM either because I have to use their laptops, and the Internet is way restricted. But still, better than no Internet...

OK, here's the story. The specialist said if I'm asked about my condition I am to say I'm severely preeclamptic. In a nutshell, I had a bunch of screenings run on my liver function and every time they do a screen, the levels come back worse and worse. This is a part of preeclampsia I guess. The specialist said I should "present myself" in a day or two either by my blood pressure going sky high or the baby's fluid drying up. My regular ob/gyn whom is still running the show said she's going to deliver him tomorrow via C-Section. As she said, the baby is 34 weeks. While he's only 4 pounds right now, he's healthy and everything is developed as it should be. Right now I'm healthy except for the liver function, which will fix itself as soon as he's born. Why not deliver him while both of us are healthy, so we both remain that way? So yeah, word round the campfire is he'll be born tomorrow, probably around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. C-Section with a spinal and tubal for me, woohoo!

As far as I'm doing, it's all right. I have an IV and I'm receiving fluids plus magnesium so I don't have seizures (eclampsia causes seizures.) The magnesium makes my face red, makes me feel hot and generally blahish. I've received two shots of a steroid so the baby's lungs will develop more quickly, and I begin blood thinners at ten tonight. I need blood thinners because the magnesium can make me wobbly and the specialist doesn't want me on my feet other than to pee. That's not enough movement to prevent blood clots, and even though I have the cool TED hose, I still need the blood thinner. Not a big deal. I've received two shots of insulin today because the steroid makes my glucose shoot up insanely high, and I'm on a restricted fluid diet because the magnesium can cause me to collect fluid around my heart or in my lungs. The good thing is, once I'm taken off the magnesium it's out of my system within 10 minutes and I'll be able to drink whenever I'm thirsty. Woo! All in all I could be muuuuuuuch worse, I'm not going to go into labor and I'm getting my C-Section.

The magnesium is starting to make me feel woozy, so I should take a nap. I'll blog more later; this laptop is mine until I go home.

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Away~Hospital

Got a phone call this morning from Dr. Gill, the specialist. His nurse said, and I quote, "your labs are all wacky." I guess my liver is screwed up and they're admitting me as soon as I get my happy ass to the hospital. So there we have it. Obviously I won't update this thing until I get home, whenever that may be.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

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Yes, I'm A Spazz

OK, so I changed my layout again. I was bored with the previous layout, and I think the boredom had a lot to do with my not posting here.

Everything is going to shit as far as the baby is concerned. He's actually small for his age, 4 pounds at 33 weeks 3 days, and 3 weeks behind with his waist development. All of his organs and stuff are developing fine, which is great, but he's still not as rosy-great as I originally thought. Obviously I had a visit with the specialist today. Until the baby's born my schedule is packed with all kinds of fun. Monday and Thursday I visit the specialist at the hospital for an ultrasound and office visit. Wednesday I visit Dr. Jagadeesan. In addition to all of this fun, I'm on more restrictions. I'm now on "house rest" which is the same as house arrest. I'm not allowed to do anything other than sit on the couch. No cooking, cleaning or laundrying and I'm supposed to stop going to school as well. I'm a quarter of a step away from full bed rest, and a half step away from being hospitalized until the alien is born. If he's not markedly larger in 3 weeks, he'll be delivered then. Either way he's going to spend some time in the NICU, but I'm not supposed to worry. Yeah, sure.

I'm going to try sleeping which will be impossible since Morgan snores and hogs the bed. He's an asshole.

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Sugar Free Kool Aid

Hee, Morgan hates sugar free Kool Aid. He calls it "death Kool Aid" and whines every time I make some. Well, it has to be sugar free until after April 8. Besides, I really don't think it's that bad. It's sweet enough, but does have a small aftertaste. I've tried the grape and cherry; both are pretty OK.

Morgan changed the water pump on the red RS; he's so damned proud of himself.

I did absolute shit this weekend, and it was so nice. I took my prescribed naps yesterday and today, and bummed around the rest of the time. We were going to the "proformance" swap meet today, but Morgan didn't get out of bed until 7PM, so that idea was shot to shit.

Eh, guess I should go to bed since it's 20 til 3 in the morning.

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Alien's Debut

As long as my blood pressure cooperates and doesn't get any worse, the alien will be born Saturday, April 8th via C-Section. 3 weeks early, but the doctor is sure he'll be fine. Woooooo, only a little over a month!!!

The last two weeks' ultrasounds:
February 21
February 28

My follow up today yielded exciting results (duh.) Along with the projected birth date, I was told of my restrictions. I am to take a nap every afternoon, I am not to travel more than 15 miles one way, no lifting at all and I have to visit the Immediate Care center for daily blood pressure checks. Additionally, I've lost 6 pounds in two weeks! Apparently the diabetic diet kicks ass, and I haven't been hungry. Actually I eat way more than I did before, which is pretty cool. It's apples and stuff, but still tasty.

Yet another photo of the living room, this time with our new throw pillows:
Couch w/New Pillows
This will be the last photo until my new lamps arrive (the lamps I wanted from Ikea, but couldn't buy at the Pitt store.)

Our American Constitutional Law final is tomorrow, and I'm sure I'll do a great job (sarcasm off.) Honestly, as long as I pass the class I don't care what grade I receive. Next month is Intro to Lit, off-site, with our favorite instructor. Should be a good time for all.

Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

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RIP

Dennis Weaver

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Ikea

Our new living room, courtesy of Ikea (except the couch, of course.)
Living Room 1
Living Room 2
Living Room 3

When Morgan moves the Camaro seats and his tools, it'll be perfect.

The Camaro concept:
Camaro Concept
Yep, we were at the Cleveland Auto Show on Friday.

Itchy tummy.

I'll update more later.

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Another A+

The alien received his second A+ today. He's doing fine, and all is normal with him. We have another sonogram of him peering at us, but it's nowhere near as good as last week's, so I won't bother posting it.

The trip to the dietician went well today. I can eat so many more things than I thought I'd be allowed, it's crazy! The amount of food I'm allowed to eat for a 2000 calorie diet is also crazy. I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow; that'll be fun.

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Freestyle Flash Is My Bitch

Oh yes, the Freestyle Flash is wonderful. It truly is pain free diabetes testing.

I'm excited about our new couch, but I have to get through tomorrow (Tuesday) first. Busy, busy, busy.

When the alien is born I'll be in the hospital 4 days for the C-Section. Fine by me!

Ultrasound tomorrow!

I need sleep.

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New Pillow=Sleeping Pill?

Yesterday I ventured out to buy some towels and two new pillows. I found Tommy Hilfiger towels on sale for $5 each, so I bought 5 of them (all they had left) and 2 Ralph Lauren pillows (they rock ass.) I bought Morgan a firm pillow and myself a medium firm pillow. Apparently the new pillow works better than any sleeping pill I've ever taken. I laid down last night before 2AM, fell asleep within 25 minutes (usually takes at least an hour) and slept until 9:45 this morning. Almost 8 hours!! I didn't wake up to pee, and even Morgan's snoring didn't wake me up. I went to the bathroom then went back to sleep until 1:45PM. It was amazing. I was tuckered out last night, too. I haven't slept for shit in a while, and we drove to Elyria yesterday (over an hour each way) for Morgan's second TPI system. After we picked it up (and I sat in the car for 2 hours while he yammered on) we went for lunch because my blood sugar was waaaaaay too low, to AutoZone and to the furniture store. Then we came home, I made dinner then went shopping. So yeah, I was freaking tired.

The furniture store...I know most everyone is probably confused as hell about what couch we're getting. Originally we were buying the couch below:

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It was nice enough, but only a 2 cushion and not exactly what we wanted (we thought it was real leather, but it turned out to be faux leather.) It wasn't long enough for Morgan to stretch out on, and it wasn't going to be in stock until this weekend.
Fast forward to Friday when my Mom and I went furniture shopping. A local furniture store was having a huge sale on leather furniture, and I was hoping to find a better deal. My Mom and I loved this sofa:

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Of course I wanted it in black, which meant it had to be ordered. Not nearly as bad as the first sofa, though, and I would only have to wait until Wednesday for delivery. Plus it was genuine leather and oh so comfy. Friday night Morgan and I went to North Royalton to pick up his first TPI setup, so we couldn't go to the furniture store until Saturday. I figured since he will sit on the couch too, I should make sure he liked it. Of course he hated the couch. He said it was too smushy and I paid way too much for it since it was only a 2 cushion. We roamed around the store for almost an hour looking for a couch he liked. Our salesman rocked and was very nice and helpful. The major problem was there were only 4 or 5 sofas we could order in black. The rest were brown, maroon, etc. It haaaaaaaaaad to be black or grey. Well, there was a rockass graphite colored sofa I saw when my Mom and I went to the store on Friday. The lady who "helped" us told me the sofa was $1200 (when that was really the price for the 3 piece set,) so I told her no way. I even sat on the damned thing and loved it. Hell, even my Mom liked it and she hates leather furniture. Anyway, Morgan and I were "discussing" which couch to get and our salesman needed a smoke. I told him to go smoke while Morgan and I argued. He scurried off, then Morgan went to walk around the store to make sure we hadn't missed anything. Turns out we had missed something. The graphite couch I originally wanted...There it was on clearance for over $400 less than what I'd paid for the other couch. I guess the sofa wasn't supposed to be ordered separate from the loveseat and ottoman, and this was a straggler piece of furniture. I wound up getting the couch I originally wanted, and for a price I almost felt bad about paying (almost.) Here's a photo of the couch we bought, and it is being delivered Wednesday (we would have taken it Saturday but my brother had to stay home with the kids.)

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Oh how freaking comfy it is...

In not as fun news, I had to buy one of these today. I have to test 4 times a day, and the monitor I purchased offers the most testing sites. I do not want to test on my poor fingers, and this monitor allows me to test on my forearms, upper arms, thighs, calves and hands. No fun, I tell you, not at all.

I'm going to be so freaking busy this week, it isn't even funny. My Mom and I are going shopping tomorrow (Monday,) I have an ultrasound and school on Tuesday, Wednesday our couch is being delivered and I have the ultrasound follow up with my ob/gyn, Thursday I have to visit the dietician and go to school, Friday I'll be at the hospital from 7AM-3PM for testing then Morgan and I are going to the Cleveland Auto Show after 7PM. I hope to throw a visit to the maternal-fetal specialist in there as well. Can we say ass dragging?

Speaking of ass dragging, I'm going to bed.

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Update

Apparently 2 hours of sleep is enough to keep me going. Thursday night I slept from 8AM-10AM and tonight I slept from around 1AM-3AM. This is insanity.

I'm glad I picked Aultman as the hospital for delivery. They have the only Level 3 Perinatal unit in a 5 county area. This is the doctor who is consulting with my regular ob/gyn. He looks doctorly, which makes me feel better. LOL He also reminds me of my first pediatrician, who was freaking awesome (he retired when I was around 10/11.)
I'm such an ass. I was looking at the wrong page in my day planner when I gave my weeks' gestation. I'm only 30 weeks, not 32 weeks, pregnant. 37 weeks is the goal, people, so only 7 weeks to go!

We have to leave for Elyria in an hour. Won't that be fun? I get to dry off with a pillowcase after my shower, because someone decided she didn't want to wash towels this week. Yes, dry off with a PILLOWCASE. I love it.

We ate at Applebee's twice this week. I had steak and shrimp both times, but the second time it was much more healthy since I'm Miss Diabetic all of a sudden.
Speaking of being Miss Diabetic, Aquafina water with lemon flavor is awesome. Sweetened by Splenda, bitches, of course it's good. Amazingly Diet Dr. Pepper is also OK to drink, since it's free of carbs and sugars as well. Even better, it really does taste almost like original DP; no diet taste at all.

Gah, I should get ready.

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A+ For The Day

The baby scored an A+ on his tests today. I thought these ultrasounds were to check his size, but they are to check movement and fluid levels. The fluid is where it's supposed to be, and in the proper amount, he moved the parts he should move and the placenta is fine. A+ I say!! We also received more confirmation he is DEFINITELY a boy. LOL I've settled on Viktor Morgan as his name, regardless of what Morgan says. He won't offer any suggestions, so I get to pick the name.

Morgan received this for Valentine's Day. It's the cutest phone, and better than mine (probably because it's a brand new model.) He wanted a flippy phone, so a flippy phone he received.

New couch Friday.

I made chicken breasts marinated in Italian dressing. Holy ass it was good!

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Woo

I received a postcard in today's mail saying I can file my Ohio taxes for free! Woo! I've filed mine and Morgan's state returns, and our refunds will be in our checking account Friday. That's freaking awesome!

My Mom and I went to Target tonight, and I found this lamp. Unfortunately Target only had one of these lamps. It's sooooooooo cute, I wish they'd have had a pair. Grrrrrrrr. But, for $6.24 I can't complain. Oh yes, less than $7!!

I'm still pregnant. LOL

Oh, I found the coolest bunny ever. Like he isn't. He's called a lionhead rabbit because of his lion's mane. Adorable!!!

I think thus ends my daily activities log.

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Baby Update

For some reason I've been Miss Suzy Updater over on MySpace, but have neglected this blog. Enough of that! The entry below was taken directly from the MySpace blog, because it's long and I'm too lazy to type it again.

It seems as though my pre-eclampsia is getting worse, and I probaby have gestational diabetes as well. Lucky me. I had a one hour glucose test today, and we'll see if it confirms the doctor's suspicions. I had to get jabbed in the finger during the one hour test. I was supposed to alert the reception people if I started feeling ill or otherwise funny after I drank the glucose stuff. Well, about 25 minutes in, I suddenly felt really lightheaded and tired. I'm talking falling asleep in the chair tired. So I went to the front desk, told them and the lab lady ran out and did a finger prick to check my blood sugar level. Holy shit, the finger pricks hurt! It bled like a bastard too. Anyway, my sugar level was 200, which I guess is bad (every other time I've had it tested at the endocrinologist, it was 100 which they said was good.) I returned to the waiting room, and the lab lady ran out every 10 minutes or so to check on me. By the end of the hour, I felt fine again and she did the regular blood draw (which didn't hurt at all, and didn't bleed either.) So yeah, I now have weekly ultrasounds (Tuesdays at 5:30PM) and weekly checkups (Wednesdays at 2:30PM) until the mini-Morgan decides to make his grand entrance into the world. Oh well, at least I'll get to see how the alien is growing!!

In other news, I finally exchanged our busted DVR for a new one. How I missed thee, DVR. Especially with the Sleuth channel pimping out Knight Rider and Miami Vice, the DVR is quite handy.

Apparently Morgan's ex is jealous of my being pregnant. She's running her mouth about this being his 3rd kid, which is totally untrue. The last girl he lived with wasn't pregnant with his kid. When the baby was born he was black as night, probably because the father is black. Morgan, however, isn't black and besides, he met this chick after she was all ready pregnant. But then his ex also tried to say Morgan has herpes, which is again totally untrue (he doesn't even get cold sores, the assmonkey, and I tested clean.) So far she's 0 for two, and making herself look more pitiful every day. I'm pretty sure she doesn't read this blog, and even if she does I couldn't give a shit less. Even their mutual friends have told me she's a crazy bitch, and I guess her Mom's all different kinds of fucked up, too. Fabulous environment, I'm sure. Besides, I'm fucking awesome and everyone knows this. LOL

I can add to the MySpace post about the baby...I'm 30 weeks (as of Tuesday) and the doctor was freaking out thinking I'm more like 35 weeks. She went over the date of my last period again, busted out her little chart thing and confirmed I am due April 27, just like we've thought all along. I'm certain of the LMP date because I always mark it down or else I'd forget. The only reason I realized I may be pregnant was because I was looking through my day planner and realized I hadn't had a period in 2 months. For all of you playing along at home, remember this: I was told it would be "next to impossible" for me to get pregnant on my own. I was with Brian for 4.5 years and never had anything happen. Apparently Morgan's swimmers can swim like nobody's business. Anyway, being pregnant was the furthest thing from my mind last summer. We had just moved in here and I honestly thought at first it was a stomach bug. Then I thought it was something in the apartment making me sick (mold, the carpeting, etc) because Morgan was totally unaffected and feeling fine. When he found the yucky mold in the toilet tank we thought we'd found the culprit. After cleaning the hell out of the toilet with 2-3 bottles of bleach I still didn't feel any better. Around my birthday (September 23,) I realized my period had been MIA. Beginning of October I took 2 pee tests and both came back jackpot won. At this point I realized I'd better call my gyno and found out she was on vacation for 2 or 3 weeks! I had the first ultrasound at the local clinic place, and found out I was almost 4 months along. I promptly freaked out thinking the baby was going to be deformed because I had 4 alcoholic drinks in August, and hadn't taken any prenatal vitamins the entire first trimester. Fast forward to present time and apparently the alien is doing quite well; all of the screenings and bloodwork indicate he's completely healthy. I, on the other hand, could be doing better, but I could be a lot worse too. I'll be thankful for not being completely jacked up; I'm only partially jacked up. LOL

Isn't it my bedtime yet?

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WTF Thanks, LG1

Courtesy of LG1, I bring you David Hasselhoff singing Hooked on a Feeling. Your "What the Fuck" moment for February. Enjoy.

Doctor visit today, woohoo! I wonder how big our little alien is at 7.5 months? Speaking of our alien, I think I've come to a name: Viktor Morgan. With Morgan's last name, it's quite exotic sounding. Viktor is spelled with a "K" on purpose, of course. I can't be normal for one second.

Lame update, but I'm going to bed.

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Ack

Morgan and I ran our mouths about the snow, and now it decides to really start snowing. That's what we get, I guess.

$22 later our laundry is washed. I still have 4 comforters to wash, but that's all right; our 2 favorite ones are clean now, and his new Zim sheets should be here Tuesday. Woo!

No weird pains today, so it must have been how the baby was lying yesterday.

I hope it doesn't snow next weekend so we can visit Barb and Kanan.

Blah, going to bed.

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RoadRunner Is A Whore

RoadRunner Internet service is a whore. My wireless connection doesn't work for more than 5 minutes at a time, and when I call to have someone come out and fix the connection, I'm on hold for 45 minutes to 1 hour 15 minutes and never talk with anyone. Bastards. When I pay this month's bill, I'm going in person (I usually pay over the Net) and requesting a service call while I'm there. Guess I'll get a new DVR while I'm there, too.

I think I'm in labor. I dunno, it feels weird but there's no pain (just weird pressure; may be how he's laying,) and my water hasn't burst (heehee) or anything. If it gets any worse I'll go to the ER, and I have a doctor appointment Wednesday too, so I'll make sure to mention it to my gyno/ob doc.

We got our new mattress yesterday, and it's so nice. I can sleep and not wake up with a backache. How novel an idea! My back hurts for other reasons, but not because of the mattress.

The giant snowstorm still hasn't arrived, but I'm not disappointed. Everyone's freaking out and stocking up on provisions, but it's not going to amount to anything. Every winter this happens; the weather people forecast a huge storm, and it never shows up. When it's only supposed to be a few inches we wind up with a foot of snow. Ohio rules!!

I think I'm hungry, but I'm not sure.

Oh! We're finished with Comp 2. No more writing! The class was fine, finally a good teacher, but I hate writing. HATE IT. Now we're moving on to Constitutional Law which will be a total yawn. Oh well, better than math.

Morgan fried something in the charging system of the red RS. I can see it now; the perpetual project car.

No news on the BaronBomb. The bank lady said she'll start searching Tuesday. Woooooo!

OK, my bladder says I have to get off the computer now.

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Valentine's Day

Heehee, I love this Valentine's Day card, but it's not really applicable.


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BaronBomb Part II

I spoke with the bank lady in regard to the BaronBomb. She's trying to find the beast, and once she does, Morgan and I can inspect the car prior to paying the $400 to get it back. I'm excited. Even though the car was a piece of shit half the time, the other half it was a lot of fun to drive. Plus, since it won't be my only means of transportation this time around, I won't be as irritated by it overheating and all the other BaronBomb things it was so good at doing. It'll be parked at my Mom's house (she can't drive a 5-speed, HA) and will wind up being our parts hauler. Morgan got a kick of the suggestion, but it's true. Since the car's a convertible, we can put the top down, and hang parts out of the backseat. It'll wind up giving us much more room than TruckBird, as long as everything is secured. I think it's a good idea, no matter how hard he laughed at me.

Instead of taking advantage of the empty bed (Morgan fell asleep on the couch,) I'm on the Internet. LAME.

I woke up this morning (Monday) and couldn't walk. Physically my legs worked fine, but my hips weren't cooperating. I crawled to the bathroom (Morgan had left for work so he couldn't help me,) and tried to sleep some more. I made dinner around 6PM, then sat on the couch for a couple hours. When I finally laid down, I slept for an hour or so, got up to pee then laid down again. Upon stretching, I heard some nasty crack-pops from my hip/tailbone areas, and I can now walk fine. My crotch (is it called the "crotch" on women?) still hurts from everything moving around, but I can at least walk pretty normally. I think I overdid it this weekend with the trip to Mansfield and 2 hour jaunt in the junkyard on Saturday, then grocery shopping for 2 hours on Sunday.

I should probably sleep.

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Return Of The BaronBomb?

Heh, my longtime readers will remember the BaronBomb. For those of you newbies, I'll write a brief recap of the BaronBomb legacy. I bought the BaronBomb in November of 1998, right after I totaled my Porsche. Actually my DAD bought the BaronBomb, I made the huge $115/mo car payment. When I got the Bomb, it had 74K miles and was 6 years old. Power everything, with leather interior, convertible, 5-speed and a turbo. Yes, a turbo. It was a great little car for a month or so, then my ex-husband (now deceased) poked a hole in the radiator. The Baron overheated, and never stopped. Fast forward to April of 2002 and my Dad is dying from cancer. He decided to have a new engine installed in the BaronBomb so I'd have a dependable car. Practically everything else on the car was new (including complete front end, brakes, tires, top, fuel lines, brake lines, exhaust) so he rightly assumed I'd have a great car. Heh, not so much. Montrose Chrysler in Louisville fucked my car up. $3200 later the car still overheated. 4K miles the head gasket blew. 10K miles the head gasket blew again. They replaced the lifters, about 5 thermostats, etc. My Dad died and that car was still a piece of shit. Long story short, I sued Chrysler under the Lemon Law, and WON. I felt I had no other option; I'd given those fucktards many opportunities to correct the problems, and they refused to do so. Anyway, I had the car and could drive it, but I couldn't drive it over 60MPH or it'd overheat, couldn't get stuck in traffic or it'd overheat, etc. I was working at Pro Car Auto Group by this time (summer of 2003) and was making great money. I had the 88 GTI ($1500, out of my "sued Chrysler" money,) and I also had a 98 Malibu. I drove the Malibu to work (100 miles each way) and the Baron was driven very little. I'd drive it once in a while just to get all the crap blow out of the engine, but didn't drive it a lot. OK, my birthdy is the end of September and I needed to renew the plates on the Baron. I couldn't do so; it was in my Dad's name and he was dead. I called the finance company (National City) and they said unless I paid it off that day ($713) I wouldn't be able to get plates before they expired. I quit Pro Car by that time and was a broke ass again, so I didn't have the money to pay off the car. I made my last payment September of 2003, and turned the car over to the bank November of 2003. Fast forward to this past Friday, and we have the BaronBomb quite possibly making a return. I received a letter saying I (when I say "I" I mean my Dad, but since he's dead, I have to take care of the car account) owe $713 on the car. Hello, turned it in 2.5 years ago. So I called the bank, and after a bunch of explaning and yelling they got the point. The lady I finally talked to was really nice, and told me the car is in Cleveland at a storage area. She has to track down which storage area it's in, I can pay $400 to satisfy the loan and they'll let me have the BaronBomb. Oh yes, I may get the Bomb again. As long as it'll start and it's in the same condition as when I gave it back, I'll pay the $400 and get it back. Baaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhaahahha.

I picked up my new glasses Friday, and my old frames promptly broke in a fit of jealousy.

Morgan has another Iroc hood. We drove to Mansfield yesterday to pick it up, then stopped at the junkyard on the way home. Yeah, that was fun.

Gah, I need to get to the grocery store and Target before I decide to stay home today.

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Oh Holy Crap

Morgan and I went to the Olive Garden tonight for dinner. We'd went to the mall for a little money wasting, and I didn't feel like going to the grocery store, then cooking. So off to the Olive Garden we went. Oh holy shit, the Stuffed Shells W/Shrimp are sooooo good. Seriously, I could eat them every day for the rest of my life. Morgan had the Chicken Parmigian, which he gets all the time. It looked good, but the shells were fucking pimp. OK, I'll stop now.

I have a Nine Inch Nails record hanging on the wall. I don't know what that says about us, but it probably isn't good.

Blah.

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Blah, Blah, Blah

I shouldn't have checked Nordstrom's website. There's a new Dooney and Bourke bag, and it's hella cute. I won't buy the purse, but the wristlet is only $45 and perfect for car shows, when we go to the Chamber and/or concerts.

In other purchase news, my Mommy bought us these sheets for our new bed. Aren't they cute? The best part is they were only $19! She bought a set of green ones for herself. I really liked the peeeenk set, but figured I'd spare Morgan the agony. See, I am nice. We're not getting a new bed bed, just a new mattress. The headboard I have is fine, and only about 5 years old, so no need for a complete bed.
Also at Target (of course,) I found the perfect DVD/VHS/CD storage thingie. I needed a unit (heh, unit) no higher than 5' because of the ridge we have going around our wall. It's cool for sitting stuff on, but limits the height of any furniture against the wall. Oh well, that piece is by Sauder and it's only $70.

Have I mentioned how much I love Target?

Why am I watching Duel for the 70 billionth time?

My friend Jenny got herself a new tattoo today. I must admit I'm jealous as all shit. I want a couple more, but have no idea what I want. Not to mention the fact my tattoo guy won't tattoo me while I'm pregnant. I wouldn't want to get a tattoo right now anyway; I'd probably go into labor.

It's snowing and needs to stop.

Blah, guess I'll finish up my homework, write out the grocery list and watch the movie.

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Baby Update

Seems as though I have myself a slight case of pre-eclampsia (or toxemia.) The doctor says it isn't too bad, but we need to monitor it closely. "Monitoring closely" consists of doctor visits and ultrasounds every two weeks until I have the baby. In better news, the baby is fine (all the test results were negative,) and I have no icky diseases, including HIV, herpes and hepatitis. We're both disease free and healthy except for the pesky pre-eclampsia. Hopefully it doesn't cause any problems.

Knight Rider is on Sci-Fi and Trio! I must exchange the DVR so I can annoy the piss out of Morgan with Knight Rider reruns.

Woo, instead of buying a 4th Gen Camaro, we're buying a digital camcorder. I figured this model is the best for us because it supposedly takes movies in low light. We're going to use the camcorder primarily at night, so this is an important feature.

How I wish our new couch were in stock...

Blah, I'll go back to bed, but if Morgan's still snoring I won't get any sleep.

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Woo!

We received our new phone today. Hopefully it's better than our old one which makes me want to throw it against the wall on a daily basis.

I need a nap.

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The Couch

Here's a photo of the couch we bought yesterday. Yeah, it's not the best cause it's a camera phone photo, but everyone can get the gist of things.

Additionally, the Birdy had another milestone today, and he's running fine. Woo.

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Public Service Announcement

This post is for all you car thieves out there. So you know, newer Camaros and Firebirds can't be stolen without their ignition key. There's a chip in the key, which corresponds with the Pass-Key system. Use the wrong key and the car won't start. It may also activate the timer for ignition kill, which lasts anywhere from 3 minutes to, I believe, 12 minutes. Every time you try starting the car with the wrong key, it'll keep adding time to the ignition kill timer. To recap, NEWER 3RD GEN FBODYS CAN'T BE STOLEN WITHOUT THEIR KEY.

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Where's The W-2's?

It'd be nice if Morgan's W-2's would arrive so I could file his taxes (I use TurboTax's free file.) He's supposed to get a refund of around $500, and I'm getting a whopping $197! I'm sure he'll use his refund for car stuff, and I'll probably wind up putting mine in our checking account. We will not buy another car! No we will not!!! I find it amusing the general public thinks people (like us) drive 3rd gen Camaros and Firebirds because we can't afford any better. Um, no. We could have purchased a new, or almost new car, but then we'd have a car payment. And only two cars. And new cars, for the most part, suck ass. We have 4, count them, FOUR cars. All are paid for. All run well and can be trusted to go anywhere. 3 of the 4 are virtually rust free. Our car insurance is $102/month. And we don't have any car payments. Take that, people who scoff at our cars!!!!

Went to the laundromat today and had the usual rip-roaring time. At least the clothes are washed now.

The big news...We bought a couch! Our first major purchase together, awwwwww (if you don't include the red RS we bought in November.) It's black leather, but won't be available for delivery for 3-4 weeks. That blows ass, but at least we can look forward to our new couch. We're getting a new mattress tomorrow thanks to my Mom. For her birthday she's going to buy us a new mattress. Makes complete sense...

I'm feeling much better today so I think I was blessed with a bout of the 24 hour flu. Thank goodness it was only the 24 hour kind. A friend of mine had some crazy stomach flu that lasted a week. A WEEK!!! I'd have shot myself, or drown myself in the potty.

I still haven't exchanged our DVR/cable box for a new one. I really should do that tomorrow since the hard drive went bad, what, two weeks ago? We don't have to pay for the replacement, the one good thing about cable, but I will have to stand in line I'm sure. Gah, I hate standing in line.

I'm taking the Birdy to my Mom's house tomorrow. This will be his second significant trip (more than 5 minutes round trip) since the cap and rotor replacement. If he behaves tomorrow I think I can pronounce him cured. Woo!

Blackie needs wheel bearings something fierce. The noise is getting way too annoying; I'm so glad that's not my daily driver. Firebirds are way cooler anyway.

OK, then. I'm going to watch some show on torture (History Channel) then go to bed.

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