7 Weeks and Counting

My Grandmother is like most. She worries about the welfare of her kids, grandkinds, and great grandkids like all grandmothers do. She only wants what's best for us and sometimes she makes comments thinking she is telling us what we need to hear, but maybe what we don't want to hear. That's the problem I have now. Since I had my son, she has told me that I don't need anymore kids. She tells everyone that I'm too nervous to have kids. This, I don't get. I have prided myself on being a good mother. We all have our flaws and our breaking points when it comes to raising our kids and I'm sure some things could have been handled differently in my life. But, I have and always will love my son more than anything in this world. I would give my life for him and everyone seems to know this except for her. She says that she means no harm by these words ,only that I was very focused on my son and I guess worry too much about him, but what good mother doesn't worry or focus all their attention on their babies? He is the best thing that ever happened to me and I am proud to be called his mother. Having said all that, let me say this. I had some very good news to share with my family and because of her opinion, I left her out of the loop. I wish things could have been different, but unfortunately they are how they are. So, knowing my aunt (that lives with Grandmother) reads my blog whenever I write, I'm writing this for her. If you choose to tell Grandmother, that's fine, but I want no lectures and if there is bad thoughts or comments towards this news, then I will not discuss any of this. Only the one's that can be sincere in their joy needs to contact me reguarding this subject.

NHP and I are expecting our first child together in August. We are both incredibly excited and everyone we have told up until now has shared in our joy. I hope she can find it in her heart to be happy for us.

Party People

The time has come once again for the friend's Christmas party. This year it's at Mr and Mrs Hutton's house. They are the "rich" friends in the group, so I'm sure their house will be decorated to the nines. Whatever that means. Anyhoo, every year the party goes as follows:
1.Someone at some point will fall asleep on the couch.
2.More people than necessary will cram themselves in the smallest room in the house(i.e. kitchen, hallway)
3.Someone will end up with their head resting on the potty.
4.Someone will bitch about someone that's not there.
5.Someone will sit on the couch all night playing video games/watching movies.(Probably the same person mentioned in 1)
6.Someone will get their picture taken doing something we can all harrass them about later.
Ah...the wonderful holidays. Nothing is more predictable.

And the Award Goes To...

Yesterday my wonderful coworker decided to play a practical joke on me. In her head it was the funniest gag ever, but to me it was 30 years off my life. Allow me to explain. I have a pen that is my favorite pen in the whole world. Granted I just got it a few days ago, but I love this pen. It writes like butter! Anyway, I came into work yesterday morning and the pen is gone. I told the coworker about it and she said one of our patients probably took it the night before. So, later that afternoon, she decided to go out and get the mail out of the box, which is a daily thing. When she came in, she handed me the mail because I was waiting on something to be delivered. Mixed in with the ususal bills and magazines was a wrinkled envelope, unsealed, and addressed to me with no return address. I pulled out a piece of paper that looked like a ransom letter. (Several different style letters put together to form a word.) I don't remember exactly what it said, due to trauma, but it went something like this:

Mommy,
How could you leave me with those bad people? You knew they would hurt me.

Blah, Blah, Blah....you get the point. I freaked the fuck out. I saw my life flash before my eyes, I got dizzy, I felt like I was going to puke! All I could picture was someone had taken my baby and they were doing God knows what to him as I read this sick letter. A million horrible things flashed in my head in 2 seconds. Immediately, I ran to the phone and started to dial my ex-husband's number. He is with him this weekend and at this point I hadn't seen or heard from him in 2 days. That's when Miss Funnyass grabbed me and told me it was a joke. She thought I would understand that it was a ransom letter from my pen, which she had taken earlier in the day. Being a mommy and having a ransom letter addressed to..."MOMMY" I didn't see the humor. She has now been deemed "World's Worst Practical Joker".

Call Me Charity

Around this time of year, people tend to give money and gifts to the needy. Well, my friends, meet the needy. If any of you would like to give a small donation to the "Help me get out of the fucking hole and be able to buy my son something for Christmas" fund, just drop me an email or comment with the dollar amount you would like to give me. I'll take whatever you give me. I'll be waiting people. Don't be greedy.

Open House

Friday was NHP's office party/open house. I only knew a handful of people among the 50 or so that was there. Irish,the Republican, Batonga, and Mr and Mrs Fingar. Yes people I said Fingar, grow up. Anyway, they had a very nice Jazz band playing, and some interesting "snacks". I know better than to expect a full meal at these things, but since I was staving, I had hoped. I did meet the boss man, which I hear about but never met before. Also got to meet Ilene. Sweet Ilene. I have spoken to her on the phone a dozen times, and yet again never met. I love putting faces with names and voices. It never works out like you thought. I always pictured the boss as this middle aged hippie that wears jeans, burkenstocks and funky shirts. He ended up being a well dressed, middle aged business man. Ilene I pictured as a tall, 30-35 year old blond. Nope...way off. Short, possibly late 30's with dark hair. Very funny, though. Not at all what I expected. NHP, Irish, and the Republican seemed to have a great time. They all took advantage of the free adult beverages. I on the other hand am taking antibiotics for the Bronchitis I can't seem to shake, so I sipped on sparkling water all night. Yippie. All in all a good night. We stayed long enough to talk to the ones we wanted to and ducked out before they made us clean up afterwards.