Well…

My computer is fried and I won’t have one for a long while.

And I really can’t keep blogging from work. So, pleasepleaseplease keep up with me at work. I will be making up for this blog by blogging more over there. And if anyone has an extra computer laying around…just kidding.

Okay, so see you over there, right?

I probably won’t be back here for a while.

Blogging on break, day 2.

We have reached a new low. You know what? Maybe I am too chicken to announce this to the world. Should I? Hmm…tapping my fingers. Eh, what the hell? Our home in South Carolina that was set to sell, has been foreclosed on.

Yep. I said it and don’t you dare feel sorry for me. (It wasn’t in my name, anyway so my credit is protected.)

But we were like four months behind on the payment, and set to do what’s called a short sale. We had an offer on the 9th. The mortgage company, who wasn’t supposed to do this but could legally do so, sold our home on the 12th — 3 days after we got an offer that would have saved us from this.

They were like, oops, we shouldn’t have done that. But legally, we can do it.

See what happens, you get screwed when you don’t (have money to) pay your bills.

Blogging on my break

Just in case I ever get “caught” doing this at work, I am letting you all know that I am blogging on my lunch break, thankyouverymuch.

Well, this week has been quite the week. First of all, let me tell you how much it sucks to live in a rented house (lovely area) that hasn’t been updated since probably the ’60s. You should see the laminate flooring. Gag!

So apparently there is some kind of problem with the cable wiring in the home. We called to get it fixed and they said it was not their problem. Nice. But here’s the gotcha-gotcha: The electrical wiring is so screwed up that there was a power surge that fried our computer. As in , it is dead! No more computer!!!!

We called and they were like, not our problem. That’s what rental insurance is for. Screw renter’s insurance. I am not paying for it. If I lived in a half-decent home I wouldn’t need it. However, when my husband explained to them the severity of the issue at hand. As in (hello!) Fire. Hazard. they agreed to send an electrician.

I hate this company!

So, I am without computer and cell phone at the moment. Please tell me, what am I supposed to do? Stare at my kids, husband and cat all day at home? Just kidding! It’s not too bad. No, it kinda is. I take that back.

So, I am blogging from work. But, I do that anyways right?

Next thing that happens is my husband calls me from home, “My life is falling apart,” he says, sounding all depressed. Well, I feel you. Our account is -$180 right now. Isn’t that special. No cell phone, no computer and a negative account balance.

And yet I laugh. Yes, these pregnancy hormones are definitely good for that – making you feel cry when you are happy; and allowing you to smile when everything seems so bleek.

But it’s nice that I can type this with a smile.

Crazy pregnant woman now signing off. And if you want to see the results of my Boppy vs. Brush blog contest, check it out at work. momblog at g@inesville dot com

Battle of the Boppy and the Hair Brush

The non-moms think it’s lame…but what do you think? I need your help! baby shower is this weekend. Let me know over here.

Bills

I have a stack of bills piling up in front of me and they are only growing. There are so many that I can’t keep up with even the minimum payments on a handful, leaving many unpaid.  Bills=stress, which is why we can’t even have a conversation about the freaking elephant in the room (what is that saying?)

And discussions about bills (when there is no money) equals more stress.

Bill collectors are calling. Collection agencies are starting to call. And I can’t breathe.

Let me feel you baby’s hair…

So, Wednesdays is my husband’s day off work. Which means, he stays home with the baby. I love Wednesdays because he does all the work, but he does it happily. So, the baby goes to school three days a week. That meant moving him from that prestigious, snobby day care to a more well-rounded one. The high class day care ONLY took babies full time, no exceptions.

So, when we found a good place that would take him 3 days a week, we jumped.

Well, my day started out really crappy. I was throwing up before I even stepped into the shower to get ready for work. These days, I don’t go into work until 12! How lucky am I? So, around noon, I walked into work. My husband had bought me 2 jelly donuts and a cold orange juice for my breakfast, per my request.

You should know that breakfast for me is probably lunch for you. I was probably at my desk for about an hour when… I bolted. It was coming and I couldn’t run fast enough.  I stood in the bathroom and threw up for about 20 minutes. Disgusting.

Blechblechblech.

I called my husband and asked him to bring my toothbrush and toothpaste and then gave him a list of items to pick up from the grocery store. 2 tangelos, 1 Publix Sub and one cold Apple juice.

A few hours later, he delivered the goods. He and the whole crew came upstairs to the newsroom. My kids have spent summer days with me there and my hubby has pretty much met everyone there already.

The baby, however…well, people used to joke that there was no baby, because they would see everyone but him.

So my hubby brings him on up and what do you know? He is being cranky. People are trying to coo at him and he arches his back away from them. He kept struggling to get down. (He hates being held.)

And then my big boss, J, comes over. (Please be nice to her, please!)

Well, forget it. He was not being nice to anyone and so I ushered my family out.

The funniest thing by far, though, was when a co-worker saw the baby and ran over to us. “Let me feel that hair!!” she said. And I’m laughing to myself, thinking…people don’t do that to white or black babies, just mixed babies. I mean, who has ever wanted to “feel” a little blonde-headed child’s hair?

I  thought it was so…typical. And so funny.

Well, my kids had made it downstairs when I peeked over the ledge. Catch!

I threw them each a Reese’s peanut butter cup. What a cool mom….

Orange peels, car seats

Today, I have a scar on my arm. And can you believe it came from my car seat?! Yes, we got into a huge fight and yes, there was blood. The things we moms have to go through?! As if giving birth is not painful (and messy) enough. Read about it.

And…can you believe that I am 4 months pregnant?! Wow. If I wanted to I could find out what I am having. But why am I putting it off? Because I still have this pregnancy tucked way in the back of my mind and my life (where it fits perfectly.) Finding out the gender would only make it real. Oh yes, I started talking about my pregnancy to say that… (it takes me a while to finish my thoughts these days.) that I am 4 months prego and still having really bad morning sickness! Today, I ate an orange and then the peel became aroma therapy for me. It worked wonders!

Changes…

It seems that I have lost my core audience and I think that happened when I lost my blogspot address. So, there will be some changes around here. I am going to be faithinflorida.com again and I plan to get a new look. So bare with me. Looks like a made a mistake by coming over here, but I am going to pick up and move on.

This is by far one of my favorite pieces

Enjoy.

Stace, this will answer your question about who T. Teb0w is.

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Do you hear the echo? Is anyone still here?

Relax. I’m kidding. No comments is okay with me:-)