Little update

The weather was nasty yesterday but looks like it is going to be nice today. Chantz is already pissy, probably cuz I woke him up (at 9). I got up at 7:30. No school today so we could sleep in and I still woke up early. Got a shower and did some dishes and a load of laundry already. I should go change it now.

Unfortunately it'll be to wet and muddy for Austin to go riding today. Too bad, the weather is nice.

I have to go make sure the boys don't shut the curtains. My plants need sun. Hell, so do they. If they could they would shut themselves up and never come out.

I have a feeling its going to be one of those days. I better get cleaning, keep my mouth shut and hope for the best. Oh, and I just found out that Austins paraeducator is moving to Billings. Yesterday was her last day. This is very sudden and it sucks. She worked well with Austin. Now they have to hire someone new and start all over again. Yay for progress.

New Corpse

View it here. Mine is panel two, the one with the arrow.

To say I am unhappy with it would be an understatement. I don't think I have ever worked on a corpse that has turned out like it should. I am tired of seams and people who can't follow the simple rules.

What a waste of my time.

It's not raining outside. It's not snowing, either. It's slushing! yuck!

I have a cold. Again. Will the nightmare ever end? I see the doc tomorrow for a baby checkup, and every two weeks after that. Austin saw him today to get a wart removed.

Austin was very bbad last week and hit his paraeducator. something was bothering him all week and I could tell. I thought a kid was picking on him. He finally told me that his aide was bugging him becuase she is everywhere he is; he has no space. He freaked out. He didn't know how to complain to us about it tho he mentioned it to her. She told him she was doing her job. So then he hated the school. I told him it was my fault; I told them to make sure he wasn't on the playground alone, etc. I thought they went overboard, but took the blame so he would not hate the school. Turns out it was mostly in his head; he had blown things out of proportion and beleived what he imagined. I explained to him that she is in the lunch room because it is her lunch time too. She won't sit between you and sam unless you are rowdy. So don't sit next to Sam. she is at recess to help the recess lady watch all the kids and its her recess too. She doesn't walk with you to the bathroom. He said ok.

But...

We had to have a meeting with Officer Roe and the whole IEP team to determine what we should do if he does this again. He didn't just hit her, he made threats. Funny, this is the first we heard of it. WE TOLD THEM TO WRITE THAT STUFF IN THE NOTEBOOK. All we get is he had a good day or he had a bad day. No, we need to know every bad thing he did so we can punish him for it at home. Chantz and I gave advice on how to avoid this from happening again. We still needed a plan for his behavior. So they decided that he will not be suspended since that is a reward for him, instead he will have to stay longer. YES! Finally something that makes sense. Or get an inschool suspension (he doesn't go all day so the ISS would take place after his day ended.) For assualt, tho, ie if he hits a teacher or student, they will call Officer Roe and have him sited which means youth court. Officer Roe was against it actually, but since Austin doesn't respond like a normal child, we may have to treat him like a grown up. Roe was concerned that if he gets lots of citations now, and get in trouble in highschool, it could back lash. This is a trial basis. He also will stay later if he refuses to finish his work. This may sound severe, but chantz and I are behind it 99%. I have my reservations, because he is my baby. Chantz worries that when Austin goes to youth court and realizes its no big deal (community service) he won't feel its a threat anymore and not care, you know?

Must go now, life calls.

And everything in between... what a cliche

The stupid dog woke me at 5:30 to go outside. Of course I can't go back to sleep once I have been woken so I moved to the couch to try. Can't have her barking at 6 am so I had to let her in. Put the whiner into her crate. She is so going into it tonight. I still don't like this dog. She acts like a baby. An 80 pound baby, do you see what I mean? No one can pet her, she'll ram her head into their crotch. I may have to pick up training her again just so she can stay in the house. She starts begging from Bruce because he likes to feed her. He'll steal my no bake chocolate oatmeal cookie to give to her! Grrr.... So I had to practically sit on her to get her to stay in the entry while he ate. Ok, I exaggerate a bit, but not about my dislike for her. Don't hate me, but I don't like her. I don't like our dog. I wish we had a farm. Then she could run all day chasing rabbits and other small creatures. Everyone else just lets their dogs run free. The southside is terrible for that. She isn't as viscous as she once was, a good sign I guess that she is growing up. Neighbors got a new dog so we have to listen to her (Rocksy) barking again. She can put her front paws up on the top of their fence. So she is irritating me and maybe that is why I don't like her now. I am very sound sensitive and I CANNOT listen to her barking out there. It is very loud. She's pretty tho. Everyone says how pretty she is. MIL has our digital video camera or I would possibly post a pic of her. MIL says to let her have a litter of pups and she'll be a better dog. Does this mean she'll grow the f@ck up?

I called Tom the other day, meaning two weeks ago, to set up an appointment to come and finish our 4th bedroom. You know, the 4th bedroom in a four bedroom house we have been paying 450 a month for since November? The forth bedroom that was supposed to be finished two weeks after we moved in. Did the handyman show up on Saturday? Did I expect him to show up on Saturday? Am I surprised one bit that he didn't? Or that we couldn't reach him? Hell no.

So today I get to go visit my landlady, not her husband, and set things straight. It's not our responsibility to make an appt with Tom. It's not our responsibility to make him keep his appts or reschedule them. We need that room so we can get settled in! The baby is coming and right now the nursery is in our room and the computer room. We have a bed for Bruce and it sits in here and the crib is in our room 3 feet away. It's more than crowded. We want to put Austin in the 4th bedroom and Bruce upstairs. We would need a baby monitor, but that's ok. We don't want Bruce's room down here because he climbs stairs and there are two sets down here. Austin's room is next to one of them, but it has a door we always keep shut. Then we can rearrange our rooms- these two are tiny and not optimized very well. It's hard to sleep when Chantz is playing EQ with Mike (they talk on the phone) but if I put the fan in our room and shut the door it is ok. I want the TV in there, but then they can't watch it while on the PC. That is fine with me! I want to watch it in bed. They can play XBox just as easy from my room. Plus then if I am blogging I don't have to hear it. Our Xbox remote broke; if we get a new one we'll have a DVD player in our bedroom. We took out all the crap from the unfinished room and set it on the pool table (now where am I supposed to do laundry?) I have to go thru all those boxes now. Most likely I will restuff them and take most of it to the shop for storage.

I have a lot of crap I could talk about, but shouldn't I shut it off now? I signed Tessa up with the Glendive Wet Devils (a play on Red Devils, our other sports teams)- swimming, obviously. The kids went rollerskating Friday night and loved it (there went ten bucks) and bowling the next night (fourteen dollars) with Tessa's friend. The little girl lives in Kansas with her dad and was just here for the week or I would never see my daughter. Tessa wanted money for the book fair on Friday and I gave her ten, told her to spend only five. Did she buy a book? Nope. Did she have change? Nope. Did she buy a a bunch of crap for her and her friends? Yep. Because they made her? Yep. Did she come home elated because so many kids wanted to play with her that day? Yep. Would I give my baby girl money to blow on her friends all the time if I could afford it?

Hell yeah.

Who has you wrapped around their finger?

Nice day

Weather's nice. I'm heading outside. Going to see how Chantz is doing changing those tires. Had enchiladas for lunch and even got in a short nap. I feel refreshed and not at all like I've been run over by a truck.


I am wearing this top today that I bought at Target. That isn't me; I need a bra on to keep that boost in this shirt. This is the target model from the website. Later!

I'm good ;D

We sold the car to Chantz's parents and have some extra cash. We bought a TV on clearance at kmart. It was for our room, but conveniently our big TV (25") is going out (there is something wrong with the color) and the new one (only 20") is going in the LR. It has awesome color, is flat not rounded and shows the crispest words! It is easier to play xbox games when you can read the screen. It doesn't show the time or what is on like the other one, but the color makes up for it.

And it was a steal. The clearance price was $145 and the shelf model was the only one left. It came tagless so a manager had to get the price for the cashier, and I said to him, "I know this is on clearance, but it is a shelf model..."

He said, "No problem, how does $130 sound?" Great! Ha! Am I good or what? Seriously, I couldn't loose anything by asking.

How good are you at talking sales people down?

A rant

Montana just passed a law that says if a girl is raped and she reports it, she won't be charged with underage drinking and neither will friends who help her out. What? So before, young girls who were raped were getting charged with underage drinking? Did the cops have anything else to do other than harass terrified girls?

They passed the law out of necessity; if underage girls were drinking and got raped, they wouldn't report it out of fear of being arrested! My lord....

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Mysterious drops of blood are appearing around the house, and the only possible source is Rocksy! This sucks! Now I have to let her out for no more than a few minutes and watch her the entire time! We don't need any mutts!

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My tail bone isn't bruised, its some blahgiggleyblah otherwise known as part of the pelvis. Its just a bruise. Speaking of bruises, I looked at my bum in the mirror after the fall, but I didn't bend over and look at my bum. Chantz caught a peek when I was changing today. "My god are you bruised!" So I took a look, and boy is it black and blue! No wonder it hurts so damn bad. The doctor had me lay flat on my back yesterday; he listened to the heartbeat and poked my belly. That was the most painful day so far! My hips hurt, from one side to the other straight across my lower back. I think it was from laying down like that (and because of the fall). I had so many things to do! I just wanted to go home, but couldn't. I bought a foam "donut" for the van, but it doesn't help as much as I would like. It isn't big enough- its not my tailbone, but my pelvis, and it hurts no matter how I sit on it! Its comfy tho' and after I heal I think I'll keep it in there. Driving is so painful I can't bring myself to do it often! I used the heating pad (plug in kind) yesterday; laid it over me while on the couch. I fell asleep like that and it must have shut itself off, but by morning I felt fine. I got that thing last year when I had sciatica with Bruce. Currently my neck and back hurt, but Chantz is helping his mom with her computer so I its mine! I will blog thru thepain. I probably have a while- he's at his mom's, he he! (Double experience points on EQ for a few days, I may not be around much. He is psyched.)

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Bruce is getting another molar and it is pretty painful. He is so bratty! Crabby and hitting, and throwing little fits. It's all I can do not to yell at him to quit or pick him up and baby him. I make him use the words he knows and won't respond to "eh eh ehhhhhhhhhhhhh"! It's hard, but I am trying. I don't want him to get spoiled during this painful phase.

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My ultrasound won't be until I am 34 weeks, Susie. Dr Long will do it; he needs to check my scar and he will set the date for the c-section. I don't think he's performing it, but he will probably be there for it. He's the OB, Dr Swarny is family practice. I am also getting fixed while they are in there. Its just too dangerous to try to have more kids. More kids!? Are they crazy? I was gonna anyway! Four is enough! In case you are wondering, I am 29 weeks now.

Does anyone else think Drank and Josh (nick) is dumb? I can't stand taht show and the kids love it!

How about a book review or two?

Just read American Chillers Alien Androids Attack Arizona. I started reading it to the kids, and it was so good that I kept reading! It is only 180 pages long, a quick read, and full of surprises. Shelby overhears her 5th grade teacher speaking in a monotone voice into her watch. Strange things keep happening, and Shelby knows that her teacher is a robot! No one will believe her, not her parents or her two best friends, Arielle and Joe. She has to prove to someone that alien robots are here and are planning to take over the world. With surprising twists and an amazing journey through space, this book will captivate you... or at least captivate your children.

I also finished reading Redwall by Brian Jacques. This is considered a children's book, although much longer than American Chillers. This tale is surprisingly filled with violence and mild language, but I would still recommend it for children in the 3rd grade and up. It is currently being read to my daughter's 3rd grade class, and by her surprised reaction to my reading of it, I am sure that the teacher is filtering out some of the grittier language. It is a sweet tale of a young mouse, a novice monk, with dreams of becoming more... so much more. And until Cluney the Scourge shows up, it is only a dream. This mad rat and his army reek havoc on the woodland creatures surrounding Redwall Abbey, killing those who refuse to join his assault. Creatures flock to the abbey for protection and Matthias realizes his destiny of becoming a warrior, just like Martin from days of old. Cluney is evil; the most despicable kind of creature in existence. Led on by dreams of defeat to a mouse named Martin, he terrorizes the inhabitants of Redwall Abbey, or at least he tries to. All his complicated schemes seem to go awry, but he doesn't give up! The creatures from the abbey are strong, they will not go without a fight! This story is adorable yet intriguing, constantly leading the reader to ask what will happen next? With many twists and turns, this tale is complex yet simple, and there is no surprise it is an enduring classic. Redwall is the first in a series of many, and I know readers of all ages will be spellbound with the turning of the first page.

My caravan, sort of

Since I am lazy, here are some pics of my new van from the dodge website:



Picture this in forest green. It actually changes colors; sometimes it looks bluegreen.






The 06's have bucket seats in the second row, with a space in the middle. I like this style you see here better, and it is what we have. These two seats both have built in car seats. I can sit next to Bruce if he is crabbing off back there, or one of the kids can. The infloor storage is great; the kids tend to just step on stuff.




I don't know if it does this yet, but the site says all 05's do. Now I can't wait for Chantz to come home so we can play with it some more.






There are a bunch of options we don't have, but we would like to get. The driver side has the power! My seat is adjustable by just pushing a button! I love it, especially since I bruised my tailbone. Makes getting in and out much easier!

Oh, btw, I fell down the stairs on Monday. I am ok, but banged up. We put grip tape on the stairs so it shouldn't happen again. Yup, Dawn slip on her ass all the way down the stairs.

I don't recommend it.

The good news first...

... is that I don't have gestational diabetes. I was supposed to take a glucose tolerance test between 27 and 28 weeks, so of course I waited until the last minute to do it. As a matter of fact, I only went because I was feeling so crappy. See, I thought I might have low blood sugar. So I drank that sweet orangey stuff and an hour later went back to the lab for a blood draw. An hour later I felt normal, and I continued to feel better all night. That was on Friday.

Why is it that everytime I go to take a nap someone will call? No matter what, everytime. The phone will be silent all day, I lay down and it will ring. And keep ringing, damn it. I can't shut the ringer off in case Chantz or his parents call; it could be important. So I wasn't surprised when the phone immediately rang this afternoon. I was surprised it wasn't Chantz. When it said blocked call I assumed it was some damn creditor and if I didn't pick up they'd keep calling. it was Tammy, Dr. Swarny's nurse calling to tell me the good news.

Feeling crappier and more run down than on Friday, I asked her if it was possible that I might have low blood sugar. She said I was in the normal range, but looked again and said my level was 92, meaning I was probably 50 before the test. I asked her what that meant, and she said it meant I was probably hypoglycemic. Should I mention it to Dr. Swarny at our next visit? Yes, she says, and she would make a note of it in my chart. So that's my bad news. This isn't new, I have been like this as long as I can remember, but I just always made sure I ate something and I was fine. But this pregnancy is different. Its not getting better. Ever since Friday I have been craving that orange drink. I hope we can figure something out.

I know many of you have had problems with doctors; I've read the posts. I am so lucky to have Dr. Swarny. Very lucky considering his practice is technically closed. He doesn't take new patients, unless they are in the same family, like my kids. He delivered Tessa, so I had no problem. I didn't have to bully him like the nurses all do (to get him to deliver their kids). He is a family practice doctor and big in our hospital. I like him. His name is Bruce, too! I guess I end with good news, too.

Dream

In this dream a girl I used to work with in the mental health unit at our local hospital and I were taking an intro to nursing course. We both joined the class after it had already started, missing a few weeks each. We started at the same time and they weren't going to give us credit for the class; we would have to take it over. While sleeping I felt this part was familiar, as if I was continuing a dream from before. The girl decides to sue the school into letting her take it for a grade because she could make up the work. For some reason I had not done this yet and the instructor gave her a project to work on but not me. I told them I could do it also and that I was going to sue the school, too. My friend helped me to do that. then I did the project, which was a sewing project. We had to sew a red velvet bag together. A simple bag with two long handles in a square shape. The first time I did mine wrong and had to redo it. I also took the book and turned in work from the first chapter. I really needed to take this class.

Later (after having been awoken by Bruce and moving to the couch because I was irritated that Chantz was sleeping facing me- yeah I get weird when I am tired) in another dream, I was trying to get some from Chantz and stuff kept happening to prevent it. A lot was going on and I don't remember too much except that I finally took care of the "problem" myself. (lmao!)

That's not art...

... they told Peggy Hill.

Hank was looking for a piece of art to purchase to put on the highway into Arland, but of course all the modern art was wierd to this true Texan. So he asks Peggy to make something; she chooses a "Probot," a robot made out of propane tanks. The council goes to approve it and here is there conversation:

"Interesting."
"Yes, Interesting."
"Interesting, what do you think?" This continues and Snobby Lady asks the most important question of this episode, "Who is the artist?"

In comes Peggy Hill, and says it is her and all hell breaks loose. "Aren't you my daughter's substitute Spanish teacher?" "You're not a real artist!" "What a waste of our time!" "Not approved!"

So Hank's boss calls in a "real" art dealer who sees Peggy's Probot on his way into town, offers to buy it and any more she makes and offers to give her a show. She invites the snobby cow from the council and off they go, dressed all fancy. And there at the show is a sign that reads, "I ain't got no learnin' art". Yep, he passed her off as an inbred, uneducated, mountain girl, childbride (she grew up in Montana, married just after highschool and has no formal art education). People liked her art because they felt sorry for her. Snobby Lady smirks and says, "I understand now."

She gets a letter written in a huge font in simple language from the council still denying her art work and demanding it be removed from the highway. The art guy is an ass who refuses to sell her art as from a normal person because no one would buy it. Peggy takes her probot back and wants to destroy it, but Hank's tools are at Srickland Propane. They haul the bot over there and the customers are excited! They loved the Probot, it made them feel safe, etc. And could she make one doing this for their yard? And that guy wants one, too.

Real people want Peggy's Probots.

Apparently, according to King of the Hill, art is only real if it is made by some snotty, smelly true artist- you know, someone who has gone to art school and never bathes. Know what? I bet people really think like that.

F@#kers.

Chantz is working today

Business still hasn't picked up yet. Not till the weather is nicer. So I have the house to myself. Yes!

He told me since the house is my job that I am the boss of the house. So I should tell him (nicely) to get off his ass and do something with that huge cooler in the entry way, etc. He said he might get mad at first, but later on he usually realizes that he shouldn't leave his "socks on the floor". Yes! I have the power! I just can't get pissy or he'll get pissy. He hates it when anyone talks with attitude. For those of you unaware, I am a stay at home mom. That is why I get to be the boss.

I still have a hard time keeping the house clean when he is home. It's just easier for me when he is not around. He needs something to do when he is waiting for a run. The kids act funny when he is home to. Used to be they were bossy and bullies when he was gone and now it is the opposite. I got them to listen and behave for me while he's working and now they are shitheads when he is home. Go figure. We had a busy weekend and didn't do yoga and story time. We were in a hotel for pete's sake! So the past 3 nights have been hell. One break from consistency and all hell breaks loose. I probably could have handled it better, but when they started fighting because they don't like to look at each other during story time I quit reading and told them they could do more yoga or go to bed. (But its not nine yet!!!) We started with yoga to help them get relaxed and not fidgit so much during story time but it didn't work. We started at 7:30 instead or 8- snack, teeth and jammies- to have more time to read. Although Tessa did wait until 7:50 to eat something. (Grrrr). It didn't work. I don't know what to do. I wanted to give up and never do it again. I didn't even want to be in the same room with my kids! Tessa went to bed crying and Austin was pissy (what's new there?). She kept talking thru yoga- being bossy. She has to be in control I swear! I say she can do a sun salutation on her own because mommy can't do all the moves anymore, so don't follow what I do. She says but but but I don't know what to do. So I say fine, I'll tell you as we go. Austin decides to jump in but he is being goofy and distracting me. Tessa blurts out downward facing dog? Tess! I give her freedom and she says she wants me to do it. I do it and she runs her mouth. I can't take it. It isn't just hell hour, they do this crap all day! I stand up to mountain pose and Austin is right in front of me making faces. I push him back (not hard, just out of my space) and say what are you doing? So Tess was crying and he was pissy and the whole thing was a flop. I told them tonight is the last try. They either behave or I am done. They can just go to bed at 8. Austin is grounded from his new game. He gets this way when he finds a new game he really loves. It is starcraft for the PC. Also no goofy cartoons at all. I usually let him watch one a day. He has to stick to dramatic, violent cartoons with a point like transformers and teen titans. Some Disney ones are alright, but no timon and pumba, ed, edd, and eddy or spongebob or jimmy neutron and fairly odd parents. He doesn't realize he can't act like that in real life. Most kids can't handle violence, but Austin understands that isn't real and doesn't go around pretend fighting (like his cousins who can no longer watch power rangers). He is a "stooge" and it drives us nuts.

He had a phonics homework sheet and he did awesome with me and got it done quickly. It didn't get done at school because his aide wouldn't help him sound out the words. She wanted him to do it himself. But he can't! He is a whole to part learner and doesn't get it. So I did it with him. I just make the first sound and then any diphthongs, etc. At school he reads and she writes for him. But she sucks! She wrote "that his a jurk" for "that he's a jerk" twice! on his paper. He said he didn't spell it, she did, and that if he doesn't like how she writes he can do it himself. I don't know if I believe him yet. I'll ask again in a few days and if he says she does do that then I will talk to them. How ridiculous. How is she supposed to teach him if she can't spell herself? F@*#tard!

I made up with Tessa last night and snuggled her as she went to sleep. Austin was still mad. This morning he was bitching because Tessa was moving her feet a little while she sat on the couch. That is the crap I am dealing with here! I am going to make Austin work at home, one page a day I think. The reading workbook I got for homeschooling is the same one Tessa used this year in school! So I know it is a good book to use. I really wish they went to the same school but Washington doesn't have a special ed room. They have the same principal, but it still isn't the same. Tessa's school is better. He will be a fifth grader next year and if we stay here he will go to middle school. He will have to be homeschooled this summer if he is to catch up. They have him doing subtraction when I had him multiplying single digits. The other forth graders are multiplying double digits! His reading work is babyish and well below what he is capable of. They don't want to push him because he can get volatile. He'll get over it! He is going to get bored, I know it! So I am going to get some of my own worksheets going and print them off then I am going to pick out work book pages for him to do. We will keep up the math, too. He will get mad, but I will give him goofy cartoons in return ("what's my motivation?" he'll ask!)

I'll still do reading nights, I was just upset. They need it. We are reading the Great Blueberry Barfoff by R.L. Stine. His Rotten School books are awesome! We now have books one thru three and book five. Seriously, your kids should read them! They are five bucks at Wal-mart. Other titles are: THE GREAT SMELLING BEE / THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE VERY SLIMY / LOSE, TEAM, LOSE! / SHAKE, RATTLE, AND HURL! and THE HEINIE PRIZE. I'd better get going. I have a lot to do and not much time to do it.

Later,

;D

I'm back

Got the van and some cool stuff. Have much to do and money to spend (on bills).

;D

one more night or sewing the seeds of love- dear god please kill me now!

I'm bored and I should go to bed but I don't want to he snores and I have issues just his breathing sounds bother me but I am tired so it might not matter tonight I think the dog is out of her crate and roaming around but I don't want to go look I hear her drop her stupid bone it is huge a nuckle I got in miles city today. she likes it. finally got a hotel one with a pool like I can swim like this my ass is huge it looks funny a big tummy and a big butt legs aren't so big tho I think it looks funny. need to lose this ass. so anyway we are getting a new vehicle and tessa threw a fit over packing want to only take ugly old clothes that don't fit I threw them up high for now told her to pick out a nice not casual outfit just in case and she went for the couple of old shirts I left out for her dumb cow. makes me so mad a damn drama queen i swear what to do with her? hung all her clothes up in outfits so she can find them ( I like to mix and match! That's fine tessa but you had them all shoved on a shelf you don't have to wear them like that grrr) I told her to pick out a fancy outfit after giving in to her ugly bathing suit and wolfy wolfy shirt- long story- more I gave more she cried. said pick one of these she said all that is cruddy so I grabbed all her new clothes that me and grandma bought and threw them in the box in the hall she says that's not what I meant. what is her problem? you won't have to wear it it is just in case we decide to go somewhere nice. I refuse to let her wear ripped, stained, old, too small clothes it is embarrassing and ridiculous she needs to let go already. some are nice but not appropriate for photos or restaurants. so picked it out myself. she still cried then finally said that shirt with that outfit god what was her malfunction? she does this shit to me all the time, know who else acted like that? my little sister. drove me nuts. I think they are the same sign what luck for me. drama drama drama want to pull out my hair. would rather listen to Austin scream and throw shit and stomp and threaten me for hours on end than put up with that whining baby crap: oh my life sucks! whatever not even close not compared to my childhood where people were actually mean to me and I mean my family. we get her nice stuff are nice to her don't make her do loads of chores spend time with her read to her but ask her to do something for me cuz I am busy and she throws a fit and cries. tell her she cannot wear that and she will brush her hair and out come the tears. I tell her stop tess I don't feel sorry for you. girl tears just make it worse please quit and so she cries harder and louder my god sometimes I swear! do I give in? not hardly! know why? giving in a little or even compromising makes it worse she wants more her life sucks even worse argh but Bruce is cute and was biting me today little bites and he giggled at me bit me on the boob! then he fell asleep wierd kid. gotta go to old navy- asswipe, fucktard has always missed it but not this time they have maternity clothes and kids stuff and goddamn it we are going stupid fucktard! I like that word need to get swim stuff for the boys and me- can't find any old stuff and maybe something for tess so she won't wear that ugly one I let her take make me gag oh but her friend gave it too her. argh boys are easier I swear I love tess she just drives me insane wait till she is a teenager I will have to lock her up! or become super good at reverse psychology or something. tummy hurts need to eat or something. goodnight now. can't get those damn songs out of my head either...

Not that anyone cares...

... but hopefully we will be going to billings tomorrow. I was gone all day on a run with chantz and started to get overwhelmed when I got home. But hey, I have all night to get ready. So I decided to take a breather and relax. So here I am relaxing! (And rewashing a load of laundry I forgot to put away!)

The car dealer was in a hurry cuz his sales month ended today and he needed one more sale to be associate of the month or something. I told him we couldn't come down until Friday or Saturday. Actually I told him day one we wouldn't have money until Friday. Like I am going to Billings without cash!!! And no we didn't want to buy a van over the phone and have it delivered, although it is a four hour trip. Did I mention that? Yeah, the nearest mall is either 4 hours east or 4 hours west. I really wanted to go to Bismarck to blow cash, but who the hell wants to pay sales tax on a vehicle? So Billings it is. I just could drive in Bismarck because we lived there. It is a very nice town. City. Whatever!

We need stuff for the house! Containers and Bruce's new bed and a potty chair and everything else! After I settle down I will put on some comfortable clothes and see if he wants to clean out the truck tonight at the shop or tomorrow morning. I'd rather get it done tonight. I am going to pack- I am not forgetting the stroller! Another shower sounds good, too, but I just finished dishes and the laundry is on hot tonight. I guess I will visit my blogging friends!

Later.

Just a quickie

...because I am tired. The bike is cool. We went out to some park area for orv's for him to practice. It was a but bit muddy. We let Rocksy off the leash- and she came back to us! She ran and ran! She loved it out there. It is raining today so no way are we going back. I couldn't sleep last night- I kept thinking about money stuff. I am very very tired now.

filled out a form from the bar none website (car loans for people with bad or no credit). Its cool because they won't turn us down! So I have been dealing with this dealership in Billings but have to wait till Chantz isn't so busy to really get shit done. He wants and SUV over a van cuz he thinks it will get stuck. But they told me the van sits about 8 inches higher than my car. Its an 05 Caravan. I might just see if he wants to go to Billings so we can look for ourselves. It has to have less than 50,000 miles on it. They really want to do this because their work month ends tomorrow and he'd like to get in a sale (the finance guy told me. I like him!) But they can wait. I am in no hurry. I have the down payment now so I would rather not wait.

Too much. Musttt ssslllleeeeepppppp...