As you all know, Zoey made her debut on Monday August 25, 2008 at 12:17 pm. She weighed 8 lbs and 7 ozs and was 21.5 inches long. She has tons of dark hair and great big eyes. She also has ginormous feet, just like grandpa. She is a really good baby, she doesn't cry very much, she just hangs out with me. She is seriously the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you all so much for all of your love, support, prayers, advice, and friendship.
Jenn
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Except that
The other day, Hannah was being quite naughty. I sent her to her room, which she just hates. After a very short time (maybe 2-3 seconds) she came out and was yelling "I'll do anything you say Mom. I'll do anything you say!!" I said to her "Go back into your room." Her response was quick. "Except that." She is way too smart.
Friday, August 8, 2008
No Baby Yet
Just thought I would give you an update. No baby happening today. The doc said that he wouldn't let me go much past my due date, which is next Thursday the 14th, so it will be soon. Keep me in your prayers. Love you all!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Idiots
It is truly amazing how many idiots you run into on a daily basis. Some of you may be thinking that I am one of them, but the idiots I have run into today have been exceptional. I was buying something at a STORE, where a SALES CLERK was ringing my purchase. He scanned my items into the REGISTER, and hit TOTAL. The total was $15.51. I gave him $20.51, which would yield a $5 bill in change. He typed into the register the amount that I had given him and the change due amount popped up on the little screen, as well as printed on the receipt. He then spent at least two minutes trying to figure out what my change was. He checked the screen, then the receipt, the the screen again. He sat there and thought about it again, and then asked me if I wanted $5 in change? Hmm, let me think about it. No, maybe I'll just give you a tip, moron. It seems to me that someone working at a store, whose sole responsibility is to ring up items, collect money, and count change, would be able to figure out something as simple as this. His name was Ambroz. Dinkwad!
On my next misadventure of lunchtime, I went to get a sandwich at a little shop by my work. Their sole responsibilty at the sandwich shop is making SANDWICHES, correct? Well, the kid that decided he could help me was truly an idiot. He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted a Roast Beef and Provolone Chiabatta with lettuce only. Is that hard? NO! He got a chiabatta roll out of the designated drawer and looked at it for a while. He didn't know how to cut it. DOI! So next he started to gather the meager ingredients for my non-complicated sandwich. He was about to start assembling my food, when one of his coworkers gently reminded him that he needed to toast the bread. He smacked his greasy forehead with his gloved hand that is supposed to be handling my food and said "Oh Yeah!" So he put the bread on the little grill and closed the lid. Then he stood there like a bump on a log while it toasted. I am pretty sure that I learned how a toaster worked when I was 4 years old, meaning that I know that when something is finished toasting, its pretty hot. This kid apparently did not learn that lesson. He grabbed the bread off the toaster with his bare hands and threw it onto the counter, then blew on his hands because he burned them. So not only did I have the grease from his forehead to contend with, I also had his germs from his mouth about to touch my food too. He finally started to assemble my sandwich, but had to stop to ask someone else which one of the cheeses was provolone. He put together the rest of my sandwich and sloppily wrapped it in wax paper. I took it from him paid for it and left before I got any more pissed. You may be thinking, maybe he was new. No, I have been in there before and have seen him so I know it wasn't his first day. IDIOT!
The last thing that I had to mention in my pissy, too-pregnant, hot and uncomfortable rant, is how hilarious it is that the people that I work with always forget how to work the security door. In order to get in the door, you have to scan your badge, then type in your four-digit security code. I learned that on my first day, and have never had any complications with it since. There are people that have been working here for decades that still can't figure out the door. Its amazing how many people try to walk in the door without scanning their badge at all. The number of people who forget to enter their security code is staggering. People leave their badges at home all the time, they mistype their code, they do all sorts of stupid things with that door. And guess who is the one that has to let them in the door when they are idiots? Yep, you guessed it, its me.
Okay, now I must apologize. I am sorry that I am so ornery. I don't mean to be, its just that I am so sick of being the size of a whale, hot, uncomfortable, sleepy, and made fun of, that I get snippy, snooty, snotty. Never doubt that I love you all and I know that none of you are idiots. We lucked out in that department in our family.
On my next misadventure of lunchtime, I went to get a sandwich at a little shop by my work. Their sole responsibilty at the sandwich shop is making SANDWICHES, correct? Well, the kid that decided he could help me was truly an idiot. He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted a Roast Beef and Provolone Chiabatta with lettuce only. Is that hard? NO! He got a chiabatta roll out of the designated drawer and looked at it for a while. He didn't know how to cut it. DOI! So next he started to gather the meager ingredients for my non-complicated sandwich. He was about to start assembling my food, when one of his coworkers gently reminded him that he needed to toast the bread. He smacked his greasy forehead with his gloved hand that is supposed to be handling my food and said "Oh Yeah!" So he put the bread on the little grill and closed the lid. Then he stood there like a bump on a log while it toasted. I am pretty sure that I learned how a toaster worked when I was 4 years old, meaning that I know that when something is finished toasting, its pretty hot. This kid apparently did not learn that lesson. He grabbed the bread off the toaster with his bare hands and threw it onto the counter, then blew on his hands because he burned them. So not only did I have the grease from his forehead to contend with, I also had his germs from his mouth about to touch my food too. He finally started to assemble my sandwich, but had to stop to ask someone else which one of the cheeses was provolone. He put together the rest of my sandwich and sloppily wrapped it in wax paper. I took it from him paid for it and left before I got any more pissed. You may be thinking, maybe he was new. No, I have been in there before and have seen him so I know it wasn't his first day. IDIOT!
The last thing that I had to mention in my pissy, too-pregnant, hot and uncomfortable rant, is how hilarious it is that the people that I work with always forget how to work the security door. In order to get in the door, you have to scan your badge, then type in your four-digit security code. I learned that on my first day, and have never had any complications with it since. There are people that have been working here for decades that still can't figure out the door. Its amazing how many people try to walk in the door without scanning their badge at all. The number of people who forget to enter their security code is staggering. People leave their badges at home all the time, they mistype their code, they do all sorts of stupid things with that door. And guess who is the one that has to let them in the door when they are idiots? Yep, you guessed it, its me.
Okay, now I must apologize. I am sorry that I am so ornery. I don't mean to be, its just that I am so sick of being the size of a whale, hot, uncomfortable, sleepy, and made fun of, that I get snippy, snooty, snotty. Never doubt that I love you all and I know that none of you are idiots. We lucked out in that department in our family.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Baby Update
No news. Nothing is moving. Uh-huh, zilch. Nothing. Dad told me to get up on top of the kitchen table and jump off and land flat-footed. Isnt' that sweet?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Ahh...revenge is sweet
A couple of nights ago I was outside talking to my next door neighbor. As we all know there is no lack of mosquitoes in our neck of the woods, they are abundant and that night was no exception. As we were talking, the mosquitoes hung around and I thought to myself "We ought to go inside but I never get bitten. What's the hurry?" After seeing my neighbor keep swatting them away, we decided to call it a night. The next day, I looked at my legs and from the knees down, all I saw were red dots. I had Mark count them and guess how many??? I have 29 bites on my left leg and 25 on my right leg. These don't include the few that I have on my arms. Yeah, they never bite me. I would love revenge, I thought. I drink about a gallon of Diet Coke a day. I thought there is my revenge. As they were feasting on my blood, they received caffeine. They were hyped up for awhile and coming down from the high, they fell to the ground exhausted and died. Ahh...revenge is sweet.
People Need to Mind Their Own Business
I went to pick John up from work yesterday. He works at a do-gooder call center and everyone that works there is all concerned about the environment. I was sitting in the car waiting for John for maybe two minutes when this alternative looking girl comes up to my window. She asks me how long I am going to be letting my car idle because the greenhouse gases omitted from my car are very harmful to the environment. She apparently failed to notice my enormous pregnant belly. Well, I looked at her sweetly and smiled, then said "Look honey, I am nine months pregnant and it is over 90 degrees outside. I am going to sit inside my air-conditioned car while I wait for my boyfriend, rather than risk my health and the health of my unborn child by getting heatstroke. So why don't you go back to your gastronomical coward vegan lunch contained in that non-biodegradable plastic bowl and mind your own Bleeping business." I felt much better after that.
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