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What about me.... I'm 27, mother of 4 young children, singer, dancer, musician, seamstress... Lots more. I'm intelligent and have been told that I have a wicked sense of humor. Want to know something else? Just ask.
Happily married. Looking only for friends!
ONE-LINERS WILL BE DELETED WITHOUT RESPONSE!
Oh yeah... READ MY JOURNAL PEOPLE. You'll learn a lot about me and what I'm like that way.... and you'll learn what not to do if you actually want me to talk to you.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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So... It's been a while. Just thought I'd let everyone know what's going on.
So my husband is home. Yay!
The kids are doing amazing. Yay!
Remember the mono thing? A year later the docs decide that it's a good idea to remove my tonsils...
A year? REALLY??? It took that freaking long for them to decide that being sick for 10 months out of 12 isn't normal??? Doctors... Freaking morons.
So I'm recovering from surgery. Pain meds are gooooooood. Liquid pain meds are awesome. The swelling sucks, but at least I managed to quit smoking! heh
That's about all the coherency I have in me at the moment. I'm heading to bed.
Laters!
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Allergies not that bad, you say? Ahh... but military hospitals know how to make -everything- so much more fun!
I was back in the ER for another overnight stay when they calmly informed me that it's not "just allergies". Oh no. It couldn't be something as simple as that. (Dangerous, but simple.)
Nope. They seemed surprised that I didn't already know why I felt like steam-rolled crap. The fever, the aching muscles and joints, the rash, the exhaustion, the swollen throat that felt like some idiot had poured liquid fire into it... "Didn't we tell you last time you were in that you have Mono?"
No. No you didn't. Would have been nice if you had... but you didn't.
So I'm in quarantine. My kiddos are upset, but the roommate is in charge of them until I'm not contagious. My friends have jumped up to help me out for a while... one of them even moved my computer to my room so I can still try to keep it working.
Isn't life just so much -fun-?
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Soooo.... Compy issues. Yep. What else could go wrong, you ask? I'll tell you...
Try spending 12 hours in an Emergency Room because of allergies that went bad.
That's right. I had five nurses working over my barely conscious body while a doctor shouted instructions from the doorway.
Three different steriods, two antibiotics, a shot of epinephrine and a shot of benedryll later.... I got transfered to another hospital, had cat scans and x-rays taken, and listened to doctors debating whether to do surgery on my tonsils (they decided not to do so). Then I was sent home with antibiotics and pain meds.
So I'm feeling crappy... and my cats chewed through a computer cord... which I had to duct tape back together... *sighs* I also missed my son's 1st birthday because I was in the hospital. Not a good weekend, over all.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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So, I'm having issues with my computer overheating. It goes out about every 2 hours. Doesn't help that I don't have any air conditioning. (gah... Didn't I move more than 3,000 miles away from the heat????)
I may not be able to get back online very often until I can get my computer fixed. I'll still check my mail, but I may not be able to reply very quickly.
Take care!
^_^*mew*kitty*
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So... Two months after my newlywed hubby deployed for Iraq... *sighs* I'm tired and stressed dealing with my heathen children (much as I love them, they wear on me at times).
We found a stray kitty (well-behaved, with a collar but no tags... and no chip) and he's staying with us until we find his owners. If we don't find them... He's all ours. He's a fluffy black kitty.
I'm going to go lay down now... the kids are taking a short nap and I need to as well while I have the chance.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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I'm getting married tomorrow morning!!!!!! Yay!!!!
I have also been given permission to find a Dom to play with me while my husband is away!
The only restrictions on this are... I am not to be considered a permanent toy. I am available as a loaner only and I am not allowed to travel.
Let the fun begin!
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Woot! I am finally able to get married to my fiance!
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Just in time for him to get shipped off to the desert again... *sighs*
Deployment #2, for those of you keeping track.
The heathen children are upset... ok, the older two are upset. The younger two don't have a clue.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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So... Things were going ok. Not great, because of the whole "just moved 3,000 miles" thing, but still good.
We got the new place all set up and my SO started getting set up with his 1st Sgt.... and found out what unit he was getting put in.
He's being re-deployed. In a couple of months he'll be back in the sandbox for 15 months.
I'll be in a new place, a new state, with very few people that I know... Alone with 4 kids and 3 cats... for over a year.
But... I will be fine.
I am strong...
I am an Army Wife.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Sooo.... Made it to Tacoma, WA.
Nearly 3,000 miles of driving with 4 kids, 3 cats, hauling a trailer in a van with failing brakes.......
Not fun.
Still getting things unpacked, but life is moving along.
Got the oldest enrolled in school and she likes it so far.
The booger baby is starting to crawl.
The butt nugget is talking... a lot. Well, more than she used to, anyways.
The bug is talking about how excited she is that she'll be going to school next year... I only wish it were sooner.
The cats... have fleas. Dammit. Bathing the beasts will be "interesting".
On the plus side... I have a freaking three bedroom apartment!!! Woot! Much better than trying to cram 6-8 people into a tiny-ass two bedroom apartment.
Trust me on that one.
All is going as expected. I'm broke, again, but that's fine. We have new furniture. Nice stuff, too!
^_^*mew*kitty*
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So, I just checked my SO's electronic paystub for his Feb 1st paycheck...
$5,870 will be deposited into our bank account on the 1st!!!
Our income tax return should be deposited into the account sometime before the 30th... for an additional $7,000 and some change.
Take away the $600 that our account is over drawn and we will have $12,270 in the account on the 1st.
Then we have to pay back a couple of people for past help... to the tune of $1,100. That leave $11,170 in the bank.
We have to rent a trailer for the move. That's another $600. Now we're down to $10,570.
I
need a CB radio, some feline sedation, gas, hotel stays, food towards
the end of the trip, stuff for the kids to do in the van, insurance on
the van, inspection on the van, pre-paid cell phone, emergency road
kit, first aid kit... probably going to cost about $2,000 for the trip.
Now it's down to roughly $8,000.
But
wait! We have to get a new place in WA. That's running about
$1,500-$2,000 with deposit and 1st month's rent. Soooo.... we'll say
$6,000 in the bank.
Then there's the fact that we're going to
need new furniture since I can't get a trailer with enough room for
anything but our dressers and the baby's crib. That means a new bunk
bed for the middle girls, a new bed for the oldest, a new bed for the SO and I, a new couch, a new desk for the computer, a desk for the oldest to do
her homework on... We're talking about a lot of stuff, so perhaps
another $3,500 on furniture. That means... $2,500 in the bank.
And
we need new kitchen stuff... again with the "not enough room in the
trailer" thing. We'll probably spend about $500 on all the kitchen
stuff, leaving just $2,000 in the bank.
And household supplies... Trash cans and mops and brooms and all that jazz. Maybe another $150. So... $1,850 in the bank.
Then
we'll be paying the rest of the bills from this place... not much, just
a grand total of about $300 for electric and cable/phone/internet. That
leaves $1,550 in the bank.
But we may need that on the trip itself... soooo.... Yeah... I got nothing.
But we'll be out of debt!!!
I don't know anyone else that could blow through more than $12,000 in less than a week...
Maybe I can celebrate by getting myself a new pair of jeans....
Ummm... no. Too spendy.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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In just over a week the kids and I will be making a 2,400 mile move to the Ft. Lewis, WA area.
It will be a long and insane trip. 4 kids, 3 cats... and one adult. Me.
Wish me luck and sanity, folks. I'll be needing an "I love me" jacket by the time I make it there.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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You know... I detest mornings. I really do. I'd sleep through them if I could. I'm a night owl, by heart.
Unfortunately... My kids are ALL morning people.
My SO isn't home. I couldn't sleep. I ended up not getting to sleep until after 3 am. If it was just me, I wouldn't be having a problem. I'd sleep 'till noon or so and then get up and get everything done.
But... there's the 4 heathens. They start waking up around 6 am.
The baby is the first one up.
As I blearily roll over and pick him up out of his bouncy seat, I discover that he is soaked. His blanket is dripping wet with what I can only assume is pee. How nice.
I stumble out of bed, leaving him in the middle, to grab a clean diaper and onsie for him to wear. But I forgot the whole "dripping wet" thing. Yeah. My bed got wet. Wonderful.
I get him changed, more by automatic functions than by any real mental effort, and he starts crying again. Huh? Wuh? Oh. Time for a boob, right? I lay down to feed him... and fall asleep.
He's still awake and not at all happy that I'm not paying attention to him. So he does what any unhappy baby would do. Yeah. He dug his little baby clawsinto my boob to wake me up. Nice, kid. Thanks for that wake-up call.
And then the coup-de-grace.... He spits up most of what he's just eaten... onto my boob. *shudders* I can already tell that it's going to be one of those mornings.
By the time I get him all happy and fed, he's wide awake. Great.
I get him all settled back to quietness, in the hopes of catching a few more Z's. And then I hear...
"Mo-ooooom! Sissy won't get back in the ro-oooom!" and the sound of the 4.5 y/o whining something about needing to pee. Fragging wonderful. No sleep for me.
I get up and tell my oldest to quit being a tattle tale and I get the 4.5 y/o to the bathroom. Then it dawns on me... The almost 2 y/o is being awfully quiet...
I peek into the girls' room... GAH! THE STENCH!!! Tears in my eyes from the fumes, I make my way into the death-trap that is their room, to find little almost-2-y/o happily playing with....
Her dirty diaper.
Which is off her butt... and on the walls.
HOLY!!! WHAT THE!!! ARGH!!!!!
So I spend a good 45 minutes cleaning up the mess while valiantly attempting to keep my stomach from climbing out of my body.
Then it's "Mo-oooom! We're huuuuuun-gry!" *shudders* They want food. I want more sleep. Ok! Communal bowl of Kix it is!
I tell them not to make a mess... and head to the bathroom to clean the baby puke/toddler crap off of me and attempt to wake up.
Through the sound of water pounding through my practically non-existant hair I hear "SISSY!!! WAKE UP!!!"
Wait... wasn't she already awake? Oh bloddy farking hell...
Towel on and dripping onto my floor, I tromp to the kids' room. the 4.5 y/o has fallen asleep on the floor. Great! "Hunny, let her sleep if she wants to." Of course I'm just wishing that I could do the same thing.
At which point... she wakes up. And pukes on my feet... twice. GAH!
"Bathrooms are for puking in, kiddo! Up we get." as I take her to finish emptying her stomach over the toilet.
Now I'm tired, cranky, hungry, covered in baby spit-up/toddler crap/pre-schooler puke, still wrapped in a towel and nothing else, dripping a mixture of all of that stuff and water onto my otherwise clean bathroom floor while making sure that the pre-schooler doesn't throw up on me again...
And the baby starts screaming.
It's not even noon, yet, but I'm taking the 20 minutes to type this up because I have come to one conclusion...
The gods... they hate me.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Some of you may have heard me complaining about how hot it is when my
hair is long. Others have heard me threaten to cut it all off. Most of
you have seen me after I bleached it blonde (and then dyed it bright
blue which faded to a sea green and then to a dirty blonde).
Well....
I cut it all off.
Yes,
that's right, the bleached hair is gone. My hair is now about 2 inches
(give or take) all over. I still have a little of the bleached bits
in.. but now it's more like "tips". It's sort of cute and gives my hair
some character.
I can spike it! I can fluff it! I can wash it in less than 30 seconds!!
It's GREAT!... for me.
The Fiance is a little bit heartbroken that it's gone, but understands, since my
hair was breaking off at the bleached part and had massive amounts of
split ends. The girls reminded him that "It's ok, Daddy. It's just
hair... it'll grow back!" *grins*
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Baby boy born.
08-02-07.
Welcome to the world, "Booger".
weight: 6lbs, 13 oz
height: 20in
I'm still recovering from the very long labor.
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Sonogram results are in....
IT'S A BOY!!!
Finally! And it's a good thing, too... no WAY would I have had another kid after this one. Four is enough!
My man's tickled pink... and so proud of his little swimmers... *chuckles*
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Hmmm.... Still have people not bothering to read my profile... or my journal... Anybody wonder why that makes me a bit snappish and rude?
But on to the updates:
I'm now 28 weeks pregnant (that's 6 months + a week or so for those not up to date on pregnancy stuff) and I'm feeling like a beached whale much of the time. I have my very first Dr's appointment next week... *sighs* That'll be fun... Read back to the last pregnancy and doctor BS that I had to put up with... This one'll be even better. *grumbles* I hate doctors...
My 3 little girls are going to drive me insane... Or something close to it.
My lawyer is pissing me off to no freaking end.
My fiance is getting impatient with the lawyer... not that I blame him.
I'm going to go take a nap now.... *grumbles and flops onto a bed*
^_^*mew*kitty*
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It's official. Hell has, indeed, frozen over. This was demonstrated quite clearly to me this past Saturday when the impossible (or at least highly improbable) happened.
It snowed.
In Texas.
In APRIL!!!
That's right, folks. You should all go out and buy lottery tickets, since you stand a good chance of winning something now that hell has frozen over. The Bears will win a pennant... (continue with other highly improbable things)
That said.... I froze my buns off this weekend! The heathen children didn't fare much better. (Especially since the baby HATES shoes and socks, so her poor tootsies were frozen.) Had a ood time, though. My new outfit rocks out loud. Oh yes. The camo bloomers (sleep pants worn as bloomers 'cause it was freakin' COLD) were a great hit as well.
I am now prepared for the cold weather... so it'll probably heat up just to tick me off this weekend. ^_^
That's all for now. Still pregnant. Still cranky. Still trying to get everything done...... yeah.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Ok, folks... My local ren faire is starting next weekend and I'm helping family this year. So every weekend from now 'till after Memorial Day, I will be OUT OF TOWN. Yes, that means that I will be away from my internet. I will not be able to respond to anyone until Monday or Tuesday of every week for the next 2 months.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Does ANYBODY read my journal entries????
I am STILL getting one-liner emails from people that I don't know.... and each one states only "your hot", "wanna chat", or some other bullshite.
Want me to write back??? THEN WRITE SOMETHING WORTH TALKING ABOUT! I don't care that you think I'm hot... I'M TAKEN! I don't care that you're looking for a submissive that "knows how to follow orders"... I'M TAKEN! I don't want to listen to a whiney little male submissive that "only wants to serve".... I'M TAKEN!!!
You want to get to know me as a friend? Cool... READ MY JOURNAL AND FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON IN MY LIFE!!! Then write me something based on that. Just keep in mind these important facts...
I AM PREGNANT!
I HAVE SMALL CHILDREN!
and...
I'M TAKEN!!!!!
^_^*mew*kitty*
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I hate being pregnant. That's right. Hate it. With a passion.
Why? ... Because I'm on bedrest. No getting up. No cleaning. No fun. No travelling. Nothing. I'm not even supposed to be online. (but how's the doc going to keep me from doing that when the computer's right next to my bed???? *grins*)
For the next 3 weeks I'll be either in bed or on the couch. I'm not allowed to do anything other than sit (or lay) there. Read, watch tv, knit, x-stitch.... It's been 6 days and I'm already bored out of my mind. I've also been a little bitchy. *sighs* I hate that.
So... To sum things up... I hate being pregnant. I really, really do.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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What can I say besides... "wow"? Congratulations AND condolences are appropriate at this point, F/folks. Why???
I'm expecting again. That's right. There's a bun in my oven. I'm eating for two now. I'll shortly be gaining weight. I'm preggo, preggers, expanding my waistline yet again. ... ... ...
I'm due around August 18th. Yay me. My man got home from Iraq and got me pregnant. It's a good thing that he's smart. He's discovered something that all fathers eventually learn (usually during pregnancy) I can say it's not all his fault... but he cannot even hint that it may be partly my fault. The conversation goes like this...
Him: "I'm so sorry, baby. I never meant for you to get pregnant. It's all my fault."
Me: *sighs* "It might not be completely your fault, sweetheart. I should have insisted on precautions. I could have said no that night..."
Him: "No, baby... It's all my fault."
Me: *giggles* "You learn fast!" *kissing and groping that lead to snuggles and then me passing out*
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See? Smart man.
So I'm nauseous, tired, cranky and hormonal right now. I'm also allergic to something in the area, 'cause it's making my body swell and itch in painfully unusual places. Currently it's my right hand and wrist with the beginning of the same starting to occur on the bottom of my right foot.
I hate being pregnant....... and this will be number 4, for those of Y/you that are keeping count......
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Dallas Fetish Ball... What can I say besides "What a great fucking weekend!" And now.... My fiance's coming home!!! Yay! Joygasms galore!
Seriously! I'm creaming my jeans, knowing that my heart will be here in less than 9 hours... ^_^ It's amazing! It's been a year of nothing but e-mails and instant messaging, with the occasional phone call thrown in to confuse me! I'm thrilled beyond words! But I have so much left to do.... housework sucks, but I want him to come home to someplace that at least -looks- decent. Even if it is really a tiny dump of a place...
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Fairly cool site.... check it out, if you've got the time... http://www.monstersgame.co.uk/?ac=vid&vid=11073739
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Whew! I made it! I'm in my new place! YAY!!!!! After six(6) trips back and forth from Dallas to CC, I have finally made the last trip and have everything set up here. I have my house phone fixed, finally, and my net is back up. Woot! My kids are happy and my oldest will be heading in to her new school in the morning.
I have lots of people to thank.... First and foremost I want to thank My miamirubber. All of the help that he gave Me was invaluable and grately appreciated. I'll be certain to tie you down and do evil, but oh so enjoyable, things to you this weekend. I also want to thank K-bug, V, T, and PL for the donations of time and effort in getting all my stuff packed and transported. GV, V and CC, thanks for the cash. Fed the girls and had enough for gas thanks to you three.
It was insane, but it's done. Matters are made better by the fact that there is now only one week before my Fiance is due back from Iraq. Squee! *happy kitty face inserted here* Joy is mine! Yay! *grins*
So! Happy Thanksgiving, everybody. I'll be doing an Orphans Thanksgiving down here... Mixed company, so, to all my friends that plan on attending, try to keep it mostly vanilla. Fetish stuff can be broken out when the Vanillas are either safely tucked away for the night... or are too plastered to care. ^_^ LOKI FOR ALL!!!!!
^_^*mew*kitty*
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OMG... When did my life get so complicated???
It's always been complicated. Right now, it's just crazy.
My ceiling's leaking, my oldest is pissed that we're moving, my middle one's jealous of the baby... and the baby's trying to walk. I've got less than a month to have everything taken care of and moved... on my own. I don't have enough saved up for the move because I've been helping out friends (can we say naive?) and thought I'd get paid back. Not ocunting on that anymore, so I'm busting my butt to get everything done.
I've learned a few new things about myself that, apparently, don't surprise anyone but me. (When did I become a switch????? Wait a minute... You all knew???? Why didn't you tell me??? That's it... Kneel and beg my forgivness for not telling me something so important. *blinks* heh Just kidding.... maybe....) So my life is going in new and interesting directions. Yay life.
I'll be heading to TRF this weekend with some friends. Anyone else going???
^_^*mew*kitty*
P.S. Love you, my miamirubber sweetie.
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After months of computer failure... I got myself back online. My life is nuts right now with 3 kiddos and one in 1st grade... Sorry it took so long to get back, guys and gals.
^_^*mew*kitty*
P.S. My B-day is coming up!!!! Another year of survival!
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A'right, F/folks... Here's some more updates.... Baby's almost 4 months old, older two are being pains, everybody in the house is sick... I'm running a fever.... Life is getting odder by the minute since I haven't been able to grab more than a couple hours of sleep a night for the past few weeks..... THE FLYING PINK BUNNIES ARE ATTACKING ME!!!! *blinks* Damned hallucinations....
Oh yeah... Purple stuffed bunnies are EVIL... and I'm happy right now. :)
^_^*mew*kitty*
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All moved in and whatnot... my sister has a dog. A dog! *sighs* My cat is not happy.
I'm not happy.... I'm tired an' cranky.... mew! Don't ask why.. I'm not sure. I do know that I keep losing weight... I'm now 5 pounds lighter than I was before I got pregnant. This means that after three babies... I'm 25 pounds lighter than before I had babies at all. *sighs*
(finishing later)
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WOW WOW WOW!! Hey peeps! I's back after much hassle and b.s. and what-not.
Got my apartment. Got furniture. Got all kinds of stuff. Got a 3 month old that's addicted to peanut butter. (That's right. Peanut butter.) Got a 6 y/o that is doing well in her life's work of embarassing me half to death. Got a 3 y/o with an attitude problem... *smiles* Just one big happy family. Yay me.
Finally got my compy up and running. *wipes sweat off brow* Took me long enough, huh?
And won't somebody save me from my demanding family????? *chuckles* j/k. My little sis moved in with me last week and I haven't been able to have an orgasm since she got here. *screams in frustration and blows up* Ack! *repeats in a mantra-like fashion* "I love my family... I love my family... I love my family..."
So now you all know why I haven't been online for a while... but I'm back now! Yay!
*hugs an' smoochies for E/everyone that's put up with the delay between communications*
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Jello! Look! New pic! (pic not put in because of "underage content" *raspberries to CM*)It's got me just after Annalise was born. Cut me some slack... it was almost 4 in the morning and I hadn't slept in over 24 hours. :P Nya. heheh... Ok. Goin' back to sleep while my 2 month old daughter's napping. *hugs an' smoochies for those that want 'em*
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Wow... Two weeks has gone by really fast since my girls came home. *blinks* I'm pretty certain that they're going to drive me insane. After all... insanity is hereditary... you get it from your kids.
Finally starting to get settled in, though I now have very sporadic access to the net. Something about not having the time to get to a computer very often.... Thankfully I have a semi-close neighbor who'll let me borrow their compy every so often.
Annalise is getting bigger every day. *grins* I'm all kinds of healthy for her. *giggles at the rapid weight loss that's gotten meh back of muh previous shape in less than 2 months* Angel is complaining about having to miss some school... *shudders* If only she knew how much I wished I could have skipped school... *grins* Alicia's doing very well for a 3 y/o. She's adjusting, which means that she's not trying to hit Annalise every thirty minutes. *sighs* Yay.
So here's the update and I'll let Y/you A/all get back to what Y/you were doing now.
*smirks an' dances a bit*
See Y/you all at Scarborough!
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Well, here's some news for ya' folks....
I've got a new apartment that I'm moving into tomorrow... and on top of all the stuff that goes along with that my two older girls will be back in less than a week. So I just spent all of my money on getting the apartment and getting a few basic pieces of furniture. Just over 300 dollars and I am the owner of a bunk bed (with matresses), a dining room table and chairs, a couch and a living room chair.
Now all I need is a bed for myself, a couple of dressers, a tv, a dvd/vcr and a tv stand...... Wonder if I'll be able to get all that with the 20 cents I have left to me....
Oh yeah... I also need to get the electric turned on. And figure out a way to get a phone. Possible? Not really, but I work miracles under pressure. Really.
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Good Lord an' Lady... Ok. Annalise's 2 weeks old now. I've finally recovered from the screwed up epidural, but I haven't been able to sleep in almost a week. Apparently Anna's one of those baby's that just can't be put down. I really, really, REALLY need a baby swing for her. I'm going nuts. Of course I've always been a little off, but this is getting out of hand. On top of that, I've been diagnosed with post partum manic-depression. Nice, huh?
But anyways... All's going as well as it can. So here's wishing Y/you all a Happy Valentine's day. *insert lip print here*
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Ok, folks... GOOD NEWS!!!!!!! That's right, E/everyone! I've had my baby!!!!!!! Saturday morning at 3:09 am. *grins* And I walked to the hospital when I was in labor. I must have been nuts. It's about a mile away from the house. heheh....
Here's the details....
Weight: 8 pounds 0 ounces
Length: 19 inches
Hair: Sparse and dark black
Eyes: Blue-green
Happy Birthday to my baby girl!!!!!!!!!
^_^*mew*kitty*
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Yellow jello, people... Just a question here... Why do some of Y/you send me e-mail one-liners like "Hi, I think you're pretty. Would you like to talk?" ???
If you want to talk to me, pick a subject and write a little bit more than that Y/you think I'm pretty or cute or sexy or whatever. All that tells me is that Y/you pulled up my profile and saw my pic. Yay for Y/you. Did Y/you read my profile? Or my journal? Did Y/you find anything interesting about me at all besides my body? Come on! Get creative and actually say something!
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Alright, folks, here's an update. 38 weeks along now (almost 39) and that means that any time she feels like it this little girl could be born. I wouldn't be upset if she came in the next couple of days. I don't care how "beautiful" and "glowing" a pregnant woman is... being this far along just hurts. And the next guy that comes up to me with some line about how he thinks pregnant women are sexy.... *glares at the male half of the species in general* I'm gonna' rip somethin' off. *smiles sweetly while flexing her fingers*
The good news is that all I need is a few good contractions and this lil' one will be born. So says my doctor.... and my mother, who happens to be a midwife. So if I vanish for a few days Y/you all know why... I'll be in the hospital with a newborn. Yay me.
So have fun, take care, be happy, play safely... all that good schtuff.
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Got a new doc. He's cool. I'm sick, not so cool. I'm tired... but that's normal for being this far along in pregnancy. Blah blah blah. Can you guys tell that I'm not really up to writing anything today? Yeah? Good. Then you'll understand if I simply go to bed now....
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And here we go, adding to the stress of pregnancy and the holidays.... My doctor has decided that I am "high risk" and has dropped me. That's right. 30 1/2 weeks along and he decides that he's not going to be my doctor.
Ok. Most of you who haven't had children will think "Well, so? Just go find another one." What you don't realize is that very few doctors (and I mean less than 1%) will accept a pregnant patient after the 4th month of pregnnacy. And I am in the 7th. Difficulty level of finding a new doctor that will take a late term pregnancy patient as well as one that has been labled "high risk"???? Let's just say that I'll be lucky to find a doctor before the baby is born.
So... I'm "high risk" but don't get to have any regular medical care for the rest of my pregnancy.... Really smart of my doc, huh? .... a$$h*le..... *sighs*
And all of this the week of Thanksgiving. Yay. How fun. Just what I need.
Damnit! I'll be in the kitchen for the next couple of days making homemade cranberry sauce, pumpkin pies from scratch, banana nut bread (also from scratch) and various other side dishes for my family's Thanksgiving dinner. Since I'm the only one in the family that knows how to make all of it without something burning..... *rolls eyes* Love my family sometimes... "Hey... We know you're 3/4 of the way through a pregnancy... and we know that you hurt all the time... and that you're not supposed to be on your feet........ But we don't know how to do this!"
And there's supposed to be a "surprise" for me on Friday....... Y'know... Unless it involves lots of cash and a trip to a day spa for pampering/massage/whatever... *sighs and mutters* I hate surprises when I'm feeling crappy and depressed......
So. There you have my rant of the week. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. My mom asked if I simply thrive on chaos and crisises..... I told her "Nope... that's just my luck." I don't thrive on it, but I have learned to live through it. Go me.
Happy Thanksgiving and a Merry Freakin' Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Yule/Winter Solstice/Moosemas/Boxing Day/Whatever you celebrate in your particular family.
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Went to my doctor's office today and after waiting around for over 2 hours... I got good news, bad news and really freaking bad news.
The good news? Baby's healthy. In fact, she's growing a little faster than normal... which leads into the bad news.
Apparently I'm "borderline" diabetic. Yay me. This means... No chocolate (my gods, does this doctor realize how many people he's endangering by taking away a pregnant woman's chocolate?), no candy, no cakes.... no sugar and less carbs.... more veggies and meats. *sighs* At least it's not a full blown case of gestational diabetes.... I'll live.
Now for the really freaking bad news..... Some of Y/you may know that I'm terrified of needles (Childhood traumas, not getting into that right now.)...... Well, I've got elevated levels of (insert 2 really long words that I couldn't wrap my brain around here) in my blood and the upshot is that I have a very high risk of developing a dangerous blood clot. So.... The only thing that can be safely done for it involves taking a needle (attatched to a syringe of medication), pinching a bit of skin on my stomach (not easy since my skin's stretched pretty tight around a baby at the moment), and slipping said needle into said skin to inject said medication....... Every.... freaking... day.
Top it all off with being placed on "modified" bedrest (can we say "sit, stay, good subbie") and I'm just not a happy camper. *growls in a peeved large feline sort of way*
 
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Allrighty then.... What part of "NOT LOOKING" isn't understood by the Dom/me's here? If you want to chat as friends, offer advice, suggestions, or just complement my updated journal entries.... Fine. Go ahead. With this pregnancy and everything, I really don't need any more stress. Already been sent to the hospital once and have been put on modified bedrest. Constantly getting messages saying "Hey, you're hot. Want to move in with me and let me be your Dom/me?" is slightly annoying, so allow me to say this one more time....
I AM NOT LOOKING FOR A DOM/ME!
If you want to be friends, great. Otherwise... Leave me alone.
^_^*mew*kitty*
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OMG.... They're getting so big! My oldest wrote me a couple of notes.... "I sol a big pumpcin" and "I fowd a ros and pict it. It wus prite and then I went hoom." lol That's really really good for a 5 y/o just starting Kindergarten! My youngest is growing up fast... She wants to name her sister "Baby" and thought that watching the baby move in my stomach was, in her words, "Cooles' thing ever ever!" (Well what did you expect from a 2 y/o?)
I'm back now and just tired. So I'll let Y/you get back to what/whomever Y/you were doing before Y/you ran across my journal. heheh
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Praise be to my Dad! I have recieved an early Christmas present!!! Woohoo!
Ok... The reason, now, for the joy. Since I won't be capable of taking a long bus ride later in my pregnancy my Father (that's right... the guy who contributed to my upbringing, if not to my genes...) has purchased tickets for me to go visit my kiddos. I'll be leaving in about 3 1/2 hours and won't be back until sometime in the evening of the 27th. That's 2 full days and 3 nights that I get to spend with my daughters!
This means that I will not be returning any e-mails or logging on to check my mail or calling to talk to anyone.
FOR THE NEXT 4 DAYS I WILL NOT BE HERE.
I will be gone. I will be spending time with my kids and introducing them (via sonogram pictures and the sometimes violent movements of my unborn daughter) to their baby sister. PLEASE BE PATIENT until I get back.
*happy wiggles an' waves an' smiles of joy*
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Well, Halloween is coming up, TRF is goin' on and I'm missin' it. *sighs* But at least I'm doin' ok. I get to go in to the doctor's office again on Thusday to have another peek at my baby girl. Yay! 24 weeks along already... and looking like 30 weeks. Gods I feel huge already. I can't see my feet anymore! You'd think, after having gone through this twice already, that I would be used to it... You'd be wrong. It's always a surprise.
Enough for now. Talk to all of you later, if you feel like readin' my journal schtuff.
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As of this afternoon it's official.... IT'S A GIRL!!!!! *has the sonogram pictures to prove it* This makes three little girls. Wow.... I've gotta' go shopping.... lol *dances for joy* |
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oh yeah... and happy b-day to me. quarter of a century old. wow... |
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*sighs sadly* With Katrina having hit hard and over 250,000 people relocated to my neck of the woods jobs are hard to find... and apartments are even harder. So... My wonderful, darling, beautiful, sweet daughters have been sent to stay with the youngest's father until the end of the school year. *sobs* I miss my babies!!! On top of the emotional wrenching of not having my girls (who, by the way, have never, ever been away from me for longer than 6 hours at a time....) I am also having slight problems with the pregnancy. Halfway through this one and my iron level is so low that the nurses at my doctor's office have asked me how it is possible that I'm not in a coma! So.... Now that the emotional outburst is over, I'll let Y/you A/all get back to your regular schedule of drifting through the mountinous layers of slave/sub/switch/dom/couple profiles.
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ok.... here's the deal... remember that i have 2 kids and another on the way. realize that nothing will ever be allowed to occur in front of those children. (I am -very- protective of my kiddos.) So for all of you writting in, asking if my kids are trained....... *stays calm, with difficulty* Stop. That's it. Just stop. It ain't gonna' happen. Got it? My children are 5 and 2. Waaaaaay too young to be exposed to anything. Make the suggestion and see how fast you get iggied and reported. *nods* That's it for now....
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| Age: 26 |
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