Haaaaaa-ppy Birthday to ME
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Happy Birrr-thday to MEeeee-eeee
Haaaaaa-ppy Birthday to ME!
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First and foremost, I had a ball at Itty's birthday party. We had a TON of food, the grilled veggie salad and smoked ribs were a HUGE hit (as were the hot dogs... thanks Tom!!!) Here's a "cake" shot:
I've not been blogging a lot because a lot of what I've been doing has been focused on getting my Creative Memories "business" up and running. It's not really happening.
So, we managed to score a free iPod for Husband. I was on our computer on Sunday morning getting iTunes set up on his user ID and everything so when it came in we really only had to plug it in and go... so after getting everything set up, I rebooted. When I logged back on under his user name his Yahoo! instant messenger auto-booted and when it logged him on it was a really strange ID that I had never seen before. Then, on his contact list was one person, a woman. This probably wasn't the right thing to do, but I right clicked on her and got her user profile. She's a 30 year-old professional female that lives not far from us. After seeing that, I logged off and finished up with the iTunes install/config.
During this time, Husband is upstairs making us breakfast and keeping an eye on Itty. Never before had it ever crossed my mind that he might be seeing someone else, but honest to goodness it did after I saw what I saw. I ran it through my head a dozen different ways as to how I was going to bring it up to him. I mean, after all, I was technically invading his privacy. I never ever log onto his user account on the computer, and I don't think he ever logs onto mine, but even if he did I don't have anything to hide.
So anyway, I go upstairs because he calls down that breakfast is ready. I've lost all semblance of an appetite. We sit down at the table and he asks me if everything is okay, and I crack... no, I smash like a dropped egg. I feel my world crashing in all around me and I ask him, "Are you having an affair?"
He litterally dropped his fork. He looked at me like I was absolutely crazy and said, "WHAT?!?!" So, I told him about the Yahoo! thing and how I didn't mean to invade his privacy but it just happend - I didn't do it on purpose. Then he did his best to explain the situation and said he would never ever cheat on me.
When it comes down to it, I love my Husband more than anyone else in the whole world (except Itty). I also trust him and if he says no, then I believe him. It certainly didn't do much for this gal's morale though... as I'm still kinda scraping myself off the pavement. On the bright side, he's been particularly attentive these last couple of days and I do believe him... heh, anyway if he is cheating, his poor mistress never gets to see him.
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So did I tell you all about traffic court? No, of course I didn't... because I never post anymore
23-June has come and gone. That was my traffic court date. I'm going to give you the long version.
To recap: on 3-May (which was a Tuesday might I add... ktshadow noticed and I didn't, how can that be?) anwyay, where was I? On 3-May you may recall my telling that I received a speeding ticket that morning, yes? I was apparently clocked going 67 in a 50. Now, let me remind you, mere moments before being flagged down a minivan was passing me as though I was standing still and I absolutely knew I was speeding so out of curiosity I looked at my speedometer. It said 59. When I looked up, there was Our Friend Officer H. (OFOH) standing on the corner of 7100 and Hoose Rd ,wearing his attractive day-glo vest, waving his arms in the air. I pull over, said diaper wagon does not. I get ticketed.
Of course, I don't say anything to OFOH because I've been raised by my parents to respect au-tho-ri-tie. Plus, I didn't want to piss him off and make me late for work. So I took the ticket and decided when my court date rolled around I would go in and state my case, hoping to get a lenient judge that would have some mercy on me.
Fast forward to 23-June (thankfully NOT a Tuesday). I'm sitting in Courtroom 1a waiting to see if the nice judge everyone has described to me is going to be the one residing over my case. As luck would have it, the nice man in his early 50's with the salt and pepper hair is in courtroom 1b. Damn. In walks my judge, a woman. Being a woman myself I can say this with complete confidence: "shitfuck I'm screwed." Woman next to me also starts looking particularly nervous.
As Mrs Honerable Judge Hard Ass starts going through the docket she is being very strict with her rulings. Very very few people get reduced charges, more than one person receives a lecture, one man was even lead out of the courtroom in handcuffs. Now we come to OFOH and his string of victims, all of whom were caught at the exact same spot I was. As my name is called MHJHA asks for my plea: guilty. She then asks if I have anything to say in explanation of myself: I tell her my story.
MHJHA looks to OFOH and asks, "Is there a possibility that your device picked up the minivan and not Ms. HotChip's vehicle?" Since I have a big fat angel sitting on my shoulder, OFOH stumbles with his answer! He says, "Uhh, well... no. No, I don't know what minivan she's talking about. This was a Jeep Liberty and a minivan is distinctly different from a Liberty. They look nothing alike." All the while I'm thinking, DUH you don't remember the minivan! Dude, I'm the one you pulled over! Had you not written the make and model of my vehicle on the damn ticket I bet you wouldn't remember what kind of car I drove either! But alas, I stand there calmly awaiting MHJHA's reply. I am not disappointed: "I appreciate your honesty Ms. HotChips. In light of the situation I am going to reduce your charge to Failure to Obey a Highway Sign. This charge carries a $50 fine. You may go."
One lady from the courtroom said it was because I look so nice. Another said it was probably because I was knitting while I waited patiently for my turn. Personally I think it is because I was telling the truth! I didn't try to spin some unbelievable tale, I adressed both OFOH and MHJHA respectfully and was prepared to have to accept the ticket as written.
No, I didn't get off scott free, but I shouldn't have... because I was speeding. I'm still happy though. Woot!
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So, money is becoming an issue in the HotChips household. We've never really had a problem until we had to start paying for daycare, diapers, baby food, baby clothes and other Itty related items. It's really quite disconcerting and, frankly, stressful. I talked to Husband about it last night and somehow he managed to rack up $1200 on his credit card this last billing cycle. It's small purchases, but it's 45 of them. One big weekly trip to the grocery store coming to an average of $85, but then every week there seems to be 2 or even 3 more trips at $25-35 each. Plus gas and what not... it really adds up. I told him that we need to go back to our penny pinching days. With the new mortgage and car loan in addition to the baby stuff we just can't live the freestyle life we were before we moved. This morning I had to zero out our savings account in order to pay off the credit cards and that makes me sick to my stomach. It's been a long time since we really had to budget hard core (we're both pretty
cheapfrugal by nature)... but it's gotten that tight.
In Itty news, she was sick this weekend. 102 temp and VERY lathargic. Saturday, all day, all she did was lay on me. She hardly ate a thing. Sunday she was a little better and her fever broke... she actually had some formula and water. Monday she was significantly better, still slept a lot, but she had a little bit of cereal, but mostly just formula. Tuesday, back to day care, happy baby again, appetite back but still slept more than usual. I'm hoping it's completely out of her little system by now. It just breaks my heart to see her not her bubbly self.
Finally, to end on an up note, thank you to all of you that donated to the Locks Of Love campaign... I'm going to be sending them the money (we raised $127) on Friday.
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I received this from my mother this morning;
As I've Matured...
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in...
I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they're more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.
I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.
And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
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Tonight I am going to get my hair cut. I've made the appointment and it's a done deal... my too long hair that I've become annoyed with will go to Locks of Love and hopefully go to help a child that doesn't have hair of his or her own.
Wanna help? Don't have 10" of hair to donate? That's okay... I've decided to try and sponsor at least one child. It costs around $1000 to get each one of these wigs custom made. So for every $1000 we raise we can assure that one more little boy or girl out there won't cry themselves to sleep because they don't have hair. We can assure that they feel confident and beautiful again... even though we all know they're already beautiful. Come on... you know you want to.
I put the donate link on the left. If you don't want to help me sponsor and you just want to give directly to the organization will you just let me know that you've done it? If we don't raise that little $1000 all the donations will still go to LOL, don't worry... and I'll still eat all the PayPal fees
Oh yeah... if all my readers donate $1 we'll be up to $100 already.
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Work Rant:
I'm pissed. This morning, I spend a freakin hour fixing a form on our network for general use throughout the company and forward it on the the person that has been named keeper of the form. I explain to her the changes I've made at tell her that it's all hers... her reply:
"Thanks Leah, but I'd already made the changes."
Now, I go in and take a look to see wtf she's talking about because I made the changes this morning and she sends me that note after 1. She changed a couple of words on the second sheet of the form... the instruction sheet (and of course now it doesn't make sense, but I digress). So she goes to Boss Man's boss and claims she's figured it all out and has corrected the mistakes. BFS!!! She couldn't create the form if someone held a gun to her head and made her! You know what she did then??? She deleted my copy of the form (because I had it as read-only since it was a template) and re-named her form so she showed as the author... of course the time stamp on it is 1:08. Now the form I worked on is lost in oblivion and there's no record what so ever to show that I actually did it. I knew I should have protected it with a password.
*Mommy Words*
Update:
Yes, just as Sarah suggested I have gone to BossMan. The jist of our conversation:
Me: Hi BossMan, I fixed that form this morning so you can go ahead and send an all staff message if you'd like.
BossMan: Great! You fixed it this morning?
Me: Yeah, but *Insert wench's name here* made some changes to it this afternoon. It will still function, just not as smoothly. Since Evil Manager has decided that she should be it's keeper I'm not going to go in and fix it again.
BossMan: Okay, that's fine.
Me: I would like to request, however, that I remain keeper of our department's forms so I can assure that they are maintained properly.
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It's all about the Itty:
I would like to take a moment to tell you all how fabulously wonderful my Itty Bitty is. First, she's perfect. You should all be jealous. I just cannot put into words how precious she really is.
She plays pattycake now. I start singing PattyCake to her and she'll start clapping her little hands together and giggling.
Snurfing is awesome. She scrunches up her little nose and breathes in and out really fast as though something smells hideous. We call this snurfing. It's HILARIOUS.
All she needs is a little bouncy bounce. You know those Vonage commercials? The ones with that really annoying song "Doo-doo. Doo, Doo, Doo." Anyway, every time it comes on I put her on my knee and bounce her. If I stop, she goes "Doo-doo. Doo-doo" and flaps her little arms like a chicken.
She'll never think counting to 3 is threatening. If you say "One..." she stops whatever she's doing and just looks at you. When you say "Two..." she gets a big ol' honkin grin on her little face and starts to get excited. If you can manage to get to "Three!" without laughing at her excitement she'll start hyperventilating and jumping up and down in anticipation of what's coming... which is usually a toss in the air or a zurburt or tickling, which all result in gales of laughter.
See, I know that now you wish you had one too.
Update: I just got off the phone with Husband... this is how our conversation went.
Husband: Hello
Me: Hi
Husband: Hey. How are you?
Me: I'm good. I was just talking to a co-worker and it kinda got me to thinking
Husband: Uh-oh... this can't be good
Me: Well, I was kinda wondering... when did you want to think about trying for another Itty
Husband: *silence*
Me: Because, you know, I think I want another one
Husband: Uhh... I think you've got the wrong number
Me: Really Husband, I want one
Husband: Are you serious?
Me: Of course I'm serious
Husband: *silence* ... *sigh*
Me: Husband?
Husband: Yeah?
Me: April Fool's
Husband: *click*
Now THAT is good comedy.
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