Day 41- Pretty, Ugly
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It’s both really, wouldn’t you agree? What I can’t figure out is how that
shape on top was formed!
2 hours ago
Hubby seemed to have stepped into a deal of a newer furnace on one of his jobs recently. The energy bill that has been coming in the mail has been absolutely ridiculous. Sounds like a good match? I think so. I was just nervous about the installation crew. Hubby and Pappa. 2 farmers and a hammer. Dealing with natural gas. I was scared.
First off, it's still the middle of winter here. Thank goodness it isn't below zero but it's still cold. Luck would have it that it was a sunny day and the solar panels provided a good amount of heat. That is until the sun went down. I cranked the stove on a clean cycle to provide heat. That helped.
I really did not want to be around the interior of the home when it was flipped on the first time. My sister in law denied me that hope. She came over to visit and watch the progress and we ended up sitting watching the whole thing within 5 feet of it. Daring little soul she is. It didn't blow up and I'm still alive!
It is most of the way in now and all it needs is the cold air return ducts to be hooked up. Not bad for getting a furnace that is 30 years newer than the one there for just the price of installation crap. I'd call this an epic win.
Baby making is just a waiting game now. I took the clomid last week and now it's just a matter of waiting for me to lay an egg. I did turn pretty bitchy last week. Normally I just sit on my bitchy mood but I let it fly. I'll be even more bitchy if this round of drugs was for nothing. It may get tricky next weekend. We're going to visit my sister for the weekend and get shit faced drunk to celebrate her divorce. If that turns out to be the fertile time, having the deed may prove a bit tricky. We sleep in the living room so it isn't like there's any privacy. It would be fun however to tell my sister that our kid was conceived on her futon!
I also can't write a post without mentioning the Super Bowl. I usually just watch it for the commercials. I really wish they did allow the ManCrunch.com. If you haven't seen it, please go here for a list of commercials that have been banned from the Super Bowl over the years. I find them very amusing! Happy American Sporting Day!
After talking with one of my friends a few weeks ago about being married, she said something that really has stuck with me and I want to share it.
You may not want to stay married, you choose to stay married.
Times get rough and you may want to see your spouse anywhere but in your house and in your life yet you choose to let them stay. One day you are head over heals in love with your spouse and then the next day you just want to take that pillow and smother them. Yet all of us who are still married choose to stick with it.
I've been through this. There are days were I just want to pack my shit and start all over. I imagine what it would be like to move out and start over. The freedom of starting a new life. Where would I want to live? Would I want to go back to school? What would it be like to clean up after just me? Then there are days where I can't imagine another guy in my house. He does a lot of little things and big things that most women don't get to have.
I should really have a sign made up of that. It really is true in my book.
As for an update on life, I was on the road again this last week. It was cut short due to a lack of need for me to stay there. I then ran like a freakin mad woman to get to the airport and get my happy ass home. I got to have a night out with hubby and hubby #2 since they were off of work. I got a bit tipsy and it made for a shitty night of trying to sleep.
I'm back on call again this weekend. I've had exactly 2 days since the middle of the last week of December that I wasn't either on the road or on call. To say I'm burnt out is an understatement. I've cracked a bit. I can't take it much more.
Baby front is cruising along. I start taking the clomid on Monday. Let the scheduled sex begin! Speaking of which, I got a 50% off coupon to use at Adam & Eve in the mail. I better start shopping!
It's been awhile since I've done an HNT and right at the minute I really do not have any new pictures. I've got new memory cards on order for the new cameras and it'll be a bit before they show up. I was looking through some pics that I have in the computer and I came across one that I really like. It shows a bit of my curly hair and I love how it does curl. Lately, however, it hasn't. Since I've been taking the prenatal vitamins my hair has gotten so heavy and straight that I can't get it to do damn thing. Maybe I can get my hair lady to thin it out a bit. I miss my curls.
Just thought I'd drop in for a quick post before heading over to the Cooter Christmas party :)
The weekend ended out in exhaustion. Yesterday I flew home and just died. I had the exhaustion dizzies. I just was toast. I went to bed at 7:30 last night and stayed in bed til 11:30 this morning. I'm sitting here yawning and would love to take a nap. That's not happening so I might as well go laugh my ass off with my friends.
I get to be home this coming week and then hitting the road again for the week after to Jersey. Anybody want to visit me there?
I also passed (or is it failed?) my pregnancy test yesterday. I picked up the drugs today. I need to sit down with a calendar to map out days. I don't want to be fertile while I'm away from home! This should proved interesting. My sister is also planning her divorce party for next month. I'm trying to get it as early in the month as possible. She wants to drink and just forget men all together. Bless her little hoochie heart that she wants her little sister there to help her celebrate!
Well, I better get my shoes on and start walking to the Cooters! One lives within walking distance for me! Yay! No DUI! :)
First off it's been rattling in my mind that I've been paying for birth control pills every damn month for the last 12 years and obviously I didn't need them. Go figure.
Second, I had a debate today with a guy at my worksite about city living vs country living. Philly is a big city in my book. He said he can't stay outside of the city for more than a week. I, on the other hand, can't spend more than a week in a city with out going crazy. This city is driving me especially nuts. The streets make no sense. I can get around better in downtown Chicago! The width of the one ways is also nerve wracking. Parking? Jeeze! There is nowhere to park! I've never seen cars parked in the median of a city street until last night! Gas station? What gas stations? Grocery store? I found a freakin Whole Foods and took it up the ass on next to nothing!
So back to this debate. This guy Google mapped up my town. He then proceeded to tell me I live in a big city! He said that my town is a big city because the houses are close together, the perimeter of the city is surrounded with a major highway on all sides, there is a city hall, and a bus line. Yeah. I don't think that makes it. I proceeded to point out that all those houses that were close together also had driveways so they didn't park on the road. The bus line is rarely used by the general public. It's usually used by the mentally handicapped, super poor immigrants, and yuppies who are concerned about their carbon footprint. He still maintains his stance that I live in a big city. So that got me thinking, at what point is a city a big city? What features does it have besides an ass load of people?
Greetings from the friendly skies! (Well when I'm writing this atleast. Have to post it when I land.) I'm sitting in lovely 10 A on this modified sling shot going back to Philly for this week. I truly love a company that recognizes Monday and Friday as dedicated travel days. Bursting out a full day of work before or after a flight is just painful.
The flight is pretty empty. I don't have anyone sitting next to me so its a score! I'm not a huge I flight talker. I was once because I sat next to the guy on both legs of the flight. Didn't hurt that he was nice to look at either ;)
If I were a guy I wouldn't hit on me today. Did nothing to the hair. No makeup. Jeans and a frumpy fleece pullover that has been gifted with presents of fur from the cats. No matter how hard I try I always end up with fur on this thing. I'm just happy I'm not in jammie pants and t-shirts. I do also have real shoes on. I've noticed how many girls are just walking. Around the airport in just slippers. Come on. Grow up. Show some respect. The first time I flew as a kid my mother made us dress up in dress clothes for the plane ride. She also made us wear pads because she had a friend who's period started on a flight and in her mind that equated to planes induce menses. Bless her heart.
Speaking of menses, I've been holding a secret for a little while now. I wanted some of my closests blog friends to learn about it from me before reading it on here. So here we go. It's time for ol' AC to dust off the baby making plumbing and put it to use! Hubby gave the green light so its on! I've already consulted the crotch doc on this and boy am I in for a wild ride! My plumbing has issues. He told me there is probably no way I can conceive without intervention. First up is the clomid. I discussed it with hubby and he agreed after explaining my malfunctioning parts. I've been playing phone tag with the doc office for a week now. I've got the green flag to start the drugs pending a negative pregnancy test. Unfortunately the piss on a stick results don't count. I will be swinging by for blood test on the way home Friday. So with any hope I can start the drugs that day to start cleaning out the shop since that hasn't happened since November. Gotta clean up the joint before having visitors right?
Of course there's a chance of multiples with doing the drug route. I'd be OK with twins. Triplets would be a manageable nightmare. More than that would scare the ever loving shit out of me. I did notice that the dose I'm starting on is 4x the normal dose to start with. Scared? A bit. But I'm also completely shut down and fat so I'm sure that's why.
I don't want to turn this into a mommy blog by any means. I'm sure until I hear my baby scream there will be tough times that I'll just need to vent.
Wow. That feels good to get out.
Damn boring view up here. Everything is clouded over below. Just like sitting on white sheets on a hotel bed. Nothing very exciting. Wish I could nap. The drugs from this plague are still flowing freely. They have me wide awake and grinding my teeth. I did not sleep much last night due to it and can't sleep now. I should quit rambling and play some games on here. Tah tah for now!
What a hectic week!
I started off the week with meeting a blogger whom I've been waiting to meet for a very very long time! It was a fantastic meeting except for the plague that overcame said blogger. I felt horrible but was not trading that visit for anything. Laughs were shared. A good meal was had. And just an all around enjoyable visit.
Tuesday I woke up with a bit of a sore throat but didn't think much of it since I snored my head off in a dry hotel room. I flew out to Philly that day for work and had a pretty uneventful flight. I was just to the damn airport way too freakin early. I arrived in Philly and really didn't have any major problems finding my hotel. I was booked in an awesome place! I had a freakin apartment instead of a room!
All seemed great except that my head was splitting in 3 and I had no freakin advil on me. I moved into a new travel bag for this trip and missed putting in the most basic of things for me. I ended up spending $3 on a dose of motrin and a dose of asprin. That did the trick and I was off for my dinner!
Before heading out for dinner I did get a phone call from the local contact saying that this trip was almost pointless because the customer was ready for me. Asswipes. Looks like that trip is going to be cut very short. I better get my goals for free time done right away. The biggest goal was to find a famous Philly cheese steak sammich. I did find my way to Geno's and ordered me up a wiz wit. I toted the goods back to my room and dug in. It was ok. Nothing really to brag about.
I slept very well that night and did most of a day work and headed off to the airport to make the early trip home. The locals sent me out early incase of traffic. I was there almost 3 hours before flight time. Ugh. I hang out a bit by the doors and finally checked the boards. Flight delayed a little more than an hour. Fuck. This sucks. I finally checked in and headed towards the gate. Security was a ball with a pat down this time around. They must have been bored at that hour. I ate a real meal and continued to wait. The flight kept getting more and more delayed. After it was all said and done, it was 3 hours behind schedule for take off. During the day it wouldn't be so bad but with it being at night, 3 hours means a lot. I finally made it home at 3 am. I at least convinced work to let me come in at 10 instead of 8. I really hate my job. They figure you should be on the clock 8a-5p M-F no matter what you do after hours or weekends. I'm sure there's some labor law against that.
That day of work was very unproductive. Then it hit me. My throat was swelling and I was miserable. I decided to hit the clinic on the way home and ended up spiking a fever from hell on the drive. I made it through urgent care quickly but had a douche of a doctor. Strep test and heres some antibiotics and just take advil for the pain. I tried to address my concern for the swelling and the lack of pain control with advil but decided to quit because he started looking at me like I was a drug seeker. I did not want narcs, I just wanted some steroids for the swelling. By the next morning, I was rough. I could barely swallow bits of water and it was not pretty. Luckily my family doctor was ok with just a phone call to change the antibiotic and put me on steroids. Those started kicking after a few hours and I'm on the mend. My nose has turned into a faucet. I can swallow liquids but mac and cheese kicked my ass. I have today and tomorrow to make a dramatic recovery. I'm flying out again Monday to Philly to finish what I was suppose to do last week.
Any suggestions for a good cheese steak in Philly? Another other food musts or things that are a must see while I'm there? Anybody going to be there and want to meet up for some drinks?
