tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36093181229802881992024-03-13T08:53:03.622-05:00RageAngelKayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-61814501766448597832010-05-27T13:21:00.002-05:002010-05-27T13:27:24.751-05:00AwakeningsI never in a million years thought I would abandon my blog. Life gets busy and other things become a priority. My health has been a big issue. I spent 3 days in the hospital with a bowel infection and a few weeks later had to have my gallbladder out. I wish I could say that the surgery fixed my problems but I'm just not that lucky.<br /><br />I'm still pooping fluids and dealing with the painful stomach cramps that can not only bring me to my knees but can lay me out on the floor in the fetal position, breaking out in a sweat and passing out. It's such a joy to be me. I'm dealing. Sometimes not very well.<br /><br />We just had our roof replaced and the inside of the house smells like "new house". Instead of relaxing and taking it easy on this holiday weekend we are painting the living room and the hallway and on Sunday we will enjoy a meal with family.<br /><br />That is it for the moment, I have tons of stories to share. I hope my health holds up.<br /><br />Cheers.KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-95833069506822402009-09-28T15:40:00.002-05:002009-09-28T15:42:09.011-05:00Ahh hellI need to know why I volunteered to come in on my day off to finish a project when I'm not the one who won't be finished with my part.<br /><br />It's not my fault that the two people who make all the money dropped the ball and aren't ready but I'm the one who has to compromise and get the job done.<br /><br />Fuckers.KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-2118146496310543602009-09-24T09:02:00.003-05:002009-09-24T09:13:01.522-05:00Tee hee's and ha ha'sThere once was a beautiful lesbian princess named KayJay. Although she is a pampered princess she still has to work for a living. The princess had to run errands for her job and went to Michaels to pick up a few things that will be needed at an event next week.<br /><br />As the princess was browsing the isles her stomach began to churn. Her stomach made noises she had never heard. She could feel a bubble of gas building inside her gut. Determined not to embarrass herself she clinched her cheeks real tight so she wouldn't let it go in front of people.<br /><br />It was a futile attempt at propriety. The gas bubble was too much. The strength of a thousand butt cheeks would not hold in what was about to erupt. The princess walked down the candle isle and relaxed.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">"prrrrrnnnnnfffffff"</span><br /><br />Thankfully, it wasn't loud enough to be embarrassing. However, the term silent but deadly comes to mind. The princess continued down the isle and stopped to look at different votive holders. That is when 2 other customers starting walking down the same isle. What the princess heard next cause a laughing fit a epic proportions and lots of funny looks her way.<br /><br />"Oh my gosh!!! Something smells fantastic!"<br /><br />The princess was so tickled at what had happened that she continued to laugh even while at the register. It's amazing how many people will smile and laugh with you and they have no clue what they are laughing at.<br /><br />Then the princess laughed happily ever after, back to her 9 to 5.<br /><br />The End.KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-87941774137649872152009-09-17T09:11:00.004-05:002009-09-17T09:16:15.742-05:00AwesomenessI left the office and had to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">trek</span> through the park because our parking lot is being re-constructed. I got up to my car and noticed two women in the car next to me. They were snuggling and making out and touching each others neck and face, it was very cute.<br /><br />Then I got in my car, got settled, reached over to put my seat belt and I glanced over and they were in the midst of having sex. Not full on sex, but one of them was laying back in her seat with the other girls hand down her pants and she was obviously having a great time. So I watched for a minute. They didn't even notice me. I WATCHED 2 GIRLS HAVING SEX!!!! And it wasn't porn on the TV!<br /><br />It was pretty awesome. It made my day complete. I should have to park in the other lot more often. (As long as I don't step on anymore condoms...yuck)KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-67333777850919139072009-09-17T09:06:00.002-05:002009-09-17T09:10:34.750-05:00Birthday Suckage UpdateCrow is not the best tasting stuff around. Trust me.<br /><br />As it turns out, my lovely Jesse did order my birthday present and it just has not arrived yet. She claims that she told me, but I don't recall the conversation.<br /><br />So, maybe my birthday wasn't as sucky as I thought and I'm getting exactly what I asked for. A Garmin. I am so directionally challenged it's not even funny. I got tired of getting turned around and having to print out maps for every outing.<br /><br />I am definitely a dumb blond when it comes to finding my way around.<br /><br />So yay! My birthday present is on its way!!KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-15085183034939793932009-09-16T10:39:00.004-05:002009-09-16T11:41:39.159-05:00In the Ghetto<div>Do you see this? Do you know what this is? I stepped on this when I got out of my car this morning at work. This was in the parking lot. Under my shoe. It made a squishy sound.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*shiver*</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382105476657615922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZjyTzFa61k/SrEUalfclDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JAPtEMTL87g/s320/gross.bmp" /><br /><div>A used condom. *gag* </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I love working in the ghetto, I get to experience so many things. Stepping on used condoms, witnessing drug deals, watching the pimps and the prostitutes conduct their business, catching someone smoking pot behind the office and my favorite, being approached in the parking lot by someone wanting "just one dollar so they can ride the bus home."</div><div> </div><div></div><div>What will tomorrow bring?</div>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-57023786690020810882009-09-15T13:47:00.003-05:002009-09-15T15:19:27.913-05:00Cruella diariesI may have mentioned before how much contempt I hold for my co-worker. It has grown exponentially in the last 6 months. It's to the point that the mere sound of her voice makes me want to stick bamboo skewers through my ears and twist them repeatedly.<br /><br />Ever since we moved into our new offices, which was about 10 weeks ago she has been leaving little gifts on the toilet seat. And by little gifts I mean rather long pubic hairs. *shiver*<br /><br />I haven't said anything because I'm just not that bold. I just keep thinking "Come On! Can't you at least look at the toilet seat when you are through in there just to make sure that you're not leaving anything behind? Isn't that basic hygiene and manners?"<br /><br />I need Jesse's balls of steel. She can tell anyone anything without hesitation. I love that about her.<br /><br />Also, the length of them? Gross. Ack!<br /><br />*shiver*<br /><br />Also, I think she is taking laxatives because ....well, I will leave that to your imagination.<br /><br />*shiver*<br /><br />I'm so grossed out by her.<br /><br />*shiver*<br /><br />I need to find my coat. All of this shivering is making my nipples hurt.KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-71142034389513411572009-09-14T11:23:00.002-05:002009-09-14T11:27:28.476-05:00Why do my birthdays suck?My birthday came and went. What did I get for my birthday you ask? Cupcakes from my co-workers and a bag of coffee from my mother-in-law.<br /><br />That was it.<br /><br />*frown*<br /><br />On the bright side, it was more than I got last year. Still, my g/f didn't get me anything. Not even a stinking card. No gift. What is up with her? If I did that to her there would be hell to pay.<br /><br />We also took a road trip down south so the kids could play in the natural springs. So not what I wanted to do on my birthday.<br /><br />I'm kind of sad about the whole thing.<br /><br />All I wanted was a Garman. That is the only thing I asked for. She didn't even have the kids give me a card or gift.<br /><br />Argggg.<br /><br />So. not. happy.KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-27966881454473047762009-09-10T09:46:00.001-05:002009-09-10T09:48:09.815-05:00Molly'isms"Molly, which shoes would you like to wear today?"<br /><br />"Well, I think I'll just wear my toes today. Thanks."<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-19004472984422892172009-09-08T14:27:00.001-05:002009-09-08T14:28:34.854-05:00Who are you, who who, who whoWhat up?<br /><br />Nothing like 5 month haitus to put things in perspective.<br /><br />I'm back bitches. Deal. with. it.KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-34657551612827050682009-03-20T09:37:00.001-05:002009-03-20T09:37:01.212-05:00Ann Coulter-the source of diaper rashI know that just giving my post a title with her name in it is giving her way more face (blog) time than this woman deserves, but sometimes the anger builds up enough that I just have to let it out or it might just explode through one of a few holes I have in my body. I'm a big fan of not holding things in and I'm an even bigger fan of keeping the current size of my orifices.<br /><br />I thought that Elisabeth Hasselbeck was bat shit crazy but Ann can out-douche her any day. Having been a single mother at one point in time (and by law I am still considered a single mother) I was completely offended (shocker huh?) by the passage in her book that says "Victim of a crime? Thank a single mother." and then there was a lot more diarrhea that spewed forth from her after that.<br /><br />I think she says the things she does because she is crazy and lonely and craves attention. She's like a dog. Any attention is good attention. I think she goes home every nights and cries into her oatmeal and masturbates to Rush Limbaugh because if anybody is as hated as Ann, it's Rush.<br /><br />I feel sorry for her. Here death will be mourned by a lot less than those who will dance in the street.<br /><br />P.S. If you didn't get the title, it's means that she is a piece of shit.<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-24431502171559862182009-03-19T08:37:00.001-05:002009-03-19T08:37:01.047-05:00Glory Glory and holy hellMy doctor and I made a mutual decision to change my medication. I was slipping into depression again and my outbursts of anger were getting more frequent and more violent. She thinks the outbursts were my version of panic attacks. I get that. I understand. Sometimes my anxiety has nowhere to go except out and toward those I love.<br /><br />In addition to the fact that my heart rate is too high (again) we decided a change would not only be a good idea, but probably necessary. The new medication is geared more toward panic attacks and OCD whereas my other medication wasn't. The old medication also has a history of causing a high heart rate. So, it got the boot.<br /><br />There is also a good possibility that I have degenerative arthritis. I have to find the time to go get an x-ray of my hands. In the meantime she gave me a pain relieving gel to use because owie ouch my thumbs hurt, especially when I have to type a lot. Oh, and I had lab work to check my thyroid because I just found out that all the women in my family have had a problem with theirs. You'd think that would be information I would have been given years ago. Woohoo! Something new to blame my weight on. My old excuses were getting....well, old.<br /><br />The good news is I'm starting to feel something in my girlie bits. If you remember there is a section of my body that has been dead for a long time and I blame the medication I was on. No feelings, tingles or desires in that area of the body AT ALL. Jesse has been very patient. It's like my body has been a dried up desert for many a moon and a crystal clear lake of refreshing spring water has appeared on the horizon, only it's not a mirage. It's real. See that? That is my girl bits and they are twinkling in the distance ready to be rediscovered.<br /><br />Hopefully soon I will be able to tell my beloved to dive right in baby, the water is fine.<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-49212097604123537612009-03-18T08:12:00.001-05:002009-03-18T08:12:00.399-05:00Silver liningThis is the silver lining to the black cloud I call family.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314267916569476434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZjyTzFa61k/ScASg5Bg_VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/thNEhiawZaU/s320/truck.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>It had 42 miles on it. It's brand spankin' new. It smells real good. It's real purdy!</p><p>My girlfriend will have a new truck boner for days.</p><p>God love my girlfriend. I know I do.</p><p><span style="color:#330033;">.</span></p>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-68781806988821804802009-03-17T14:17:00.003-05:002009-03-17T15:33:55.705-05:00Sometimes, family suck.When my dad passed away almost 3 years ago, my mother decided to <strong>give</strong> his truck to my nephew. He was 16 at the time and all he needed to do to take possession of it was get his drivers license and insurance. He never did either one of those things.<br /><br />He dropped out of high school, will not hold down a job, never got his license and getting insurance has never been a priority. Anything that didn't involve getting drunk or high has never been a priority for him. He's 19 1/2 years old now. He lives in an apartment with his 17 year old girlfriend and neither one of them will hold down a job. They can. They just don't choose to.<br /><br />I borrowed the truck to haul some stuff because we didn't want to get my van dirty so it's been sitting at my house for long time. It's an old beat up truck that you don't drive around in for pride but you use it to haul stuff in. It's a work truck. I offered to buy it and my mom said okay but that I would have to wait because she was going to give my nephew time to get his act together. That was 6 months ago and I called her last week and told her I needed to buy it or I needed to return it.<br /><br />She commented about the the bills she could pay and the new eye glasses she could get with the money I was going to give her. She lives on a fixed income and is disabled. She was going to call my nephew and tell him his time was up and she was selling it to me.<br /><br />I'm not sure what happened although I have my theories but in the end my sister got insurance for the truck and it was no longer up for sale. One minute we were buying it, my son would have a vehicle for his 16th birthday and all was well and the next minute it was gone.<br /><br />My theory is that my sister bullied my mom into backing out of our deal. She bailed out a kid who has had almost 3 years to get his shit together. All he needed was his drivers license and insurance and he would have had a FREE TRUCK. If my kid had that opportunity and he squandered 3 years and did nothing, it would be a cold day in hell before I helped him out.<br /><br />3 fucking years. He's 19 1/2 years old and doesn't have a drivers license. I don't know why she did it. Now he's getting a free truck and he didn't have to do a thing to get it.<br /><br />My mom said these words to me:<br /><br />"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Someone was going to have to get mad at me in this deal and I'm sorry that it had to be you. I could have really used that money, now I don't know where I'm going to get it. I should have sold it to you a year ago. I'm sorry, please please don't be mad at me."<br /><br />I shouldn't be surprised that I got the shit end of the stick. It's been this way for years, but after that conversation I got so upset that my stomach decided to drop it's contents all at once. I love that my emotions are so connected to my bowels.<br /><br />Imagine me, crying on the toilet and praying that my intestines weren't coming out with everything else. I wasn't for sure if I was going to write about this because my sister's daughter reads my blog. She's my favorite person and I know it has to be hard to read this about your mother and brother. But then if someone said something bad about my brother it's probably something I've already said myself so you just never know when someone is going to be understanding about the family you rant about.<br /><br />I really don't think my dad would have wanted things to happen like this. I think he would have wanted his wife to be able to afford a new pair of glasses than for an ingrate grandson to get a free truck.<br /><br />The whole situation sucks and has left me very sad and very disappointed in the way some family members have acted. I'm bitter and angry and if I were the type of person who could remember to send out Christmas Cards I would totally scratch them off my list. Until then, I'll have to settle for the cold shoulder. I don't even think they will notice.<br /><br />God love my family. Somebody has to.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-11729087894952174252009-03-16T09:09:00.003-05:002009-03-16T09:24:18.835-05:00So many posts, so little motivationI have so many things I want to tell you about dear internet but my time is fleeting. I seem to get busier with each passing day.<br /><br />First, the important stuff.<br /><br />I went to my doctor last week and the most memorable part about the visit was when I was leaving. I walked through the exit door and there was a <strike>midget</strike> little person standing right in front of me.<br /><br />What is the politically correct thing to do in this situation?<br /><br />Do I look him in the eye as if to say "I see you there, and your short stature and your stunted limbs do not freak me out in the slightest because I see you as a normal human being and totally not weird at all! I'm okay, you're okay."<br /><br />or<br /><br />Do I look away and not acknowledge that I see him at all as if to say "I'm a busy person and it's not that I'm ignoring you it's just that I'm busy with my own life and I don't notice my surroundings and it's really not you, it's me."<br /><br />Or do I make eye contact, nod and then look away?<br /><br />What do you do?KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-40227520725739787892009-03-05T08:43:00.003-06:002009-03-05T08:57:43.599-06:00Naked PrincessIf you can figure out how to keep clothes on an almost 3 year old, please pass your secret voodoo magic tricks to me. It never fails that 10 minutes after we get home she starts shedding her layers.<br /><br />Shoes, gone.<br />Socks, gone.<br />Shirt, pulled up to her forehead and hanging being her like long flowing hair (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ala</span> Lily Tomlin), then gone.<br />Pants, gone.<br />Panties (or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pullup</span>), gone.<br /><br />Then? We do the naked dance.<br /><br />"I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nakie</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nakie</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nakie</span>" all while wiggling her hips and smiling like that she got away with something.<br /><br />"Molly! Come here! You get over here right now and put some panties on!"<br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Neeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww</span>... I'm a naked PRINCESS!" Then the chase is on.<br /><br />"You can be a naked princess with panties on." Running down the hall.<br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Newwwwwwwwwww</span>, I have to be a NAKED <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">PRINCEEEEEESSSS</span>!" She holds up her hand in a stop gesture.<br /><br />"Princesses wear panties to you know." Slumping to the floor to hold her down in an attempt to get panties on her naked business.<br /><br />"No. No. No. NAY - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">KED</span>!" She wriggles free and runs through the house. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Nakie</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">nakie</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">nakie</span>."<br /><br />"Okay, fine. You go and be a naked princess then, just remember that princesses don't pee pee on the chair!" "And they don't get cookies either!"<br /><br />"Will you help me put panties on?"<br /><br />"Yes, come here." She inches close to me, smiling, then she takes off running.<br /><br />I threw her panties at her and gave up.<br /><br />At least she didn't pee on her chair. This time.<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-8561192383151648202009-03-02T15:29:00.003-06:002009-03-02T15:38:22.408-06:00My lips are better than yoursI just now realized that I do a really weird thing. I mean REAL weird. Everyone told me growing up that I was weird, my family, my friends, and now? My son says I'm weird. Okay, I get it. I'm weird, but I'm loveable. When I don't have PMS. Which I totally do right now. I just wish I would get the damn thing so I would STOP WITH THE CRYING DURING COMMERCIALS ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck.<br /><br />Oh, I'm weird. About that. I just realized, that when I put on chapstick that I don't move the chapstick over my lips. I keep my hand still and I contort my lips in a back and forth motion that can only be described by comparing it to someone with really great fingernails scratching your back. You know that look on your face you get while you are "ooohing" and "ahhhhing"? The one where you make weird faces with your lips? Yeah, that's the one.<br /><br />I move my lips back and forth across the chapstick while my hand remains motionless.<br /><br />Yes I do.<br /><br />Now you are wondering how you put on your own chapstick aren't you?<br /><br />I'll bet you have your chapstick in hand right at this very moment.<br /><br />I would also guess that you are looking for a mirror so you can see exactly how you put your chapstick on.<br /><br />Aren't you?<br /><br />Don't deny it, you can't fool me.<br /><br />What is YOUR weird thing?<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-61807010395695977872009-02-27T11:47:00.008-06:002009-02-27T16:11:38.725-06:00Black creepy crawlyLast night Jesse wanted to watch <em>Rooster <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cogburn</span></em> and I didn't. So instead of kicking her out of the living room which is what I usually do, I decided to retreat to the bedroom to find something on TV a little less John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wayneish</span>. There really wasn't anything else on, I flipped through the channels a million times though.<br /><br />I heard Jesse calling for me from Molly's room, I went to see what she wanted and she is sprawled <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">across</span> the bed lengthwise and is inspecting the wall on the other side of the mattress. I got up close to see what she was looking at and she said:<br /><br />"Is this mold?"<br /><br />FUCK<br /><br />"Well, it looks like mold."<br /><br />I got closer, "and it smells like mold too."<br /><br />Then I noticed that the paint was bubbled and I started to pick at it a little, then I was able to pull off about an 8 inch section of paint in one tug. What did I see?<br /><br />MOLD! Nasty black mold and wet mushy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sheet rock</span>.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">FUUUUUUUCK</span>!<br /><br />The outside water faucet in the front of the house is right at the corner of Molly's room. It leaked. It leaked for a long time. I finally told Jesse that if we don't get it fixed we were going to have a foundation problem. So we got it fixed and we thought that was going to be the end of it. But no. Not just no, but fuck no. Life would not give us a break on this one. Apparently the faucet leaked more than we thought because the moisture had to travel through brick, concrete, insulation and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sheet rock</span> and then through about 8 layers of paint.<br /><br />Then Jesse pulled off a HUGE section of paint to reveal just how bad the mold was. The stench was so overwhelming I had to leave the room. The mold is bad y'all. Real bad.<br /><br />So I called a lesbian friend of mine who renovates houses for a living and asked her opinion on the matter. Were going to have to tear out the infected area plus a foot extra in every direction and make sure that it all dries out. Treat any leftover moldy areas like brick or the studs to make sure the mold is indeed dead, then put up new insulation, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sheet rock</span>, tape, mud and paint, etc..etc.. physical labor, sweating, cursing and achy sore muscles. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Yeehaw</span>. And since Molly has developed her own personality since I squeezed her out we had <strong>eventual</strong> (key word is eventual) plans to turn her cowgirl themed bedroom into a princess themed bedroom so we might as well do that while were tearing out half of the walls. Can I get a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">yeehaw</span>?<br /><br />Did I mention that we are in the middle, the <em><strong>VERY MIDDLE</strong></em> of renovating the den? And did I mention that we were planning to renovate the living room right after the den? Were not just talking about slapping a new coat of paint on the walls, the den is being completely remodeled and we will repaint the living room, tear out and replace all of the trim and crown molding, new window treatments and new hard wood floors!<br /><br />I will practically have a new house when this is finished. Now all I need is to finish the other half of the bathroom (we have a new tub, toilet, sink & faucet), re-model our bedroom and Eugene's room and it <em>will</em> be a brand new house. Were also getting a flat screen TV. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Yeehaw</span>.<br /><br />So, if you haven't heard from me in a while, it will be safe to assume that Jesse got sick of me complaining about all of the work and beat me to death with a paintbrush roller.<br /><br />Can I get a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">yeehaw</span>?<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-5825120599088244472009-02-27T08:35:00.000-06:002009-02-27T08:42:01.625-06:00Oh Phillip!!!<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGAN!!!!!!!!!</span></strong></scroll><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.123greetings.com/birthday/birthday_fun/funny198.html"><img alt="" src="http://i.123g.us/c/birth_fun/th/101735_th.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.123greetings.com/birthday/birthday_fun/funny198.html"></a></center>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-24588595951143075412009-02-26T10:30:00.003-06:002009-02-26T10:46:55.622-06:00Matters of the heartNot love. Heart disease. My co-worker had a health scare and it made me think about my own mortality. I know that I will die someday. I'm hoping that it will be in my sleep, of natural causes and when I'm elderly. But we all know it doesn't always work out that way. I think it happens a lot less than people imagine.<br /><br />Of all of the people in my family that have died (and there have been many) only one of those people died peacefully in their sleep (and who really knows for sure if it was peaceful because she was alone). The rest? Heart disease. It sucks. I feel like I'm doomed because not one person in my family (who did not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">commit</span> suicide, thats a whole other story) has died from something other than heart disease on both sides of my family. Double doomed. Does cancer run in my family? Don't know. No one lives long enough to get cancer.<br /><br />DOOMED, but I would like to be doomed at an older age than the rest of my family and the only way to do that is to get healthy. I already quit smoking but I am like a ton of other people and I am way too heavy. Food is my drug of choice, my lover, my confidant, my security blanket. I've been leaning on my confidant too much because it shows in the form of a closet full of clothes that I can longer squeeze my ass into.<br /><br />So I started taking baby steps. I have had oatmeal for breakfast 3 times this week AND I did not slather it with butter. I used on packet of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Splenda</span> and one small pat of butter. That has to be better than a sausage egg <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McMuffin</span> right? Or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bavarian</span> cream filled donuts or that damn breakfast burrito that is so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stinkin</span> yummy. I need a napkin, I'm drooling. <br /><br />I have also tried to reduce the amount of food I eat because I can eat like a football player <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">y'all</span>. It's not even funny. There was this incident at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">IHOP</span> over the weekend and I have forbidden Jesse to speak about it. Not even to me. I'm in the process of suppressing that memory.<br /><br />The good news? I have lost 2.5 lbs in 4 days. THAT to me, is amazing. I just need to get through the weekend without frying something. For those of you who are from the South, you know what I mean.<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-17808398664072650072009-02-20T08:59:00.000-06:002009-02-20T08:59:01.573-06:00Pregnancy Part 3 - Week 5 through 8Week 4 - July 28<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> - August 3rd<br /><br />-Well, my stomach has been feeling pretty crummy. It feels hungry all the time, but then I can't eat much. Started having terrible pains in my stomach, I was paranoid but hopeful. I went in for an ultrasound on Aug 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span>, no cysts, everything looked good, but couldn't find a sac because it was too early. I'll go back Friday for another ultrasound and another beta. I hope we can see something by then. Every time I eat something my stomach hurts like hell, I'm thinking it's gastritis. I may overdose on Tums.<br /><br />-Feeling better, no major stomach issues, I have been able to eat without too much of a problem. My pregnancy symptoms seemed to have minimized a bit. This worries me to no end. I also had a bit of spotting on the morning of Aug 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span>, but nothing since. I'm belching and farting like a truck driver. How sexy am I?<br /><br /><br />Week 5 - August 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>- August 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span><br /><br /><br />-I had an ultrasound today and we got to see the gestational sac. WHAT A RELIEF! My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hcg</span> jumped to 2275 and my progesterone went back up to 29. Everything looked fantastic! Because I have a fibroid in my uterus my RE mentioned that I "may" be at a slight higher risk for a C-section. BUT everything looked GREAT!!! I go back for another ultrasound to find the heartbeat on August 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span>. Here's a pic of our precious little one! <div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303518268765266386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZjyTzFa61k/SZnhxCWMYdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Vfo8rIevtP0/s320/ultrasound5wks1day.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />-All is well except for some constant mild cramping - which could be anything at this point. I've had some dizziness, a bit of morning sickness, and a lot of fatigue. Jesse seems to have all of the symptoms right along with me. She's being a great sport about it, she's very excited and pats or touches my belly a lot.<br /><br /><br />Week 6 - August 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span> - August 17<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span><br /><br /><br />-On Monday August 15 we are officially 6 weeks and 4 days and we saw the heartbeat! Yeah, it was such a relief to see that little heartbeat! I think we can breathe a little easier now and can relax a bit and try to start enjoying this pregnancy. My risk for miscarriage goes down to 10%, so were still cautious, but so very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">optimistic</span>!!!!<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Week 7 - August 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span> - August 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">th</span><br /><br /><br />-Morning sickness hit with a massive boom last night. The nausea carried over to today, but it was much better after lunch. Still feeling tired, and I'm already popping out of my shirts. A friend of mine is loaning me some maternity clothes, I will pick those up today, I can't WAIT! I get to have fun tonight going through all of them. Only 5 more weeks and I will be past the 12 weeks mark. The "safe zone".<br /><br />-Had a bit of a scare over the weekend with pretty bad cramping and spotting. I called the on-call OB and she told me to rest all weekend and to go to the ER if things got really bad. So I rested all weekend, and by Monday morning the spotting had stopped, but I called my RE anyway. I was able to go in for another ultrasound and we saw a strong heartbeat and couldn't find any problems at all. The cramps come and go and basically I just have to deal with them. Morning (evening) sickness is still a bit of a problem. I'm having trouble finding stuff to eat that appeals to me. AND I've gained 4 lbs. I'm already wearing maternity clothes because I'm popping out EVERYWHERE. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's another pic</div><div></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303518944925892770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZjyTzFa61k/SZniYZPcwKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A_drLRQHilc/s320/ultrasound6weeks4days.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="color:#330033;">.</span></p>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-63387127921215531232009-02-19T09:27:00.001-06:002009-02-19T09:28:52.161-06:00Our SongI forgot to name what our song is in my Cupid post. And boy did you guys let me know! LOL<br /><br />Our song is Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash.KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-61448410993135632942009-02-18T08:15:00.000-06:002009-02-18T08:15:00.444-06:00Odd things I noticeThis is a snapshot of my home page.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303893652978235314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZjyTzFa61k/SZs3LRg3d7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/9N_lbVL5Txg/s320/jerry.bmp" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p>In case you can't see it, it says "Jerry OyConnell" </p><p>Is that a Jewish/Irish thing?</p><p>Not funny? I thought it was funny. Maybe I'm just weird. </p><p>Pay no attention to the lopsided arrow. </p><p> </p><p><span style="color:#330033;">.</span></p>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-21111186477723677292009-02-17T14:45:00.006-06:002009-02-17T14:54:47.551-06:00How Cupid made me cryI am very verbal about the fact that Jesse and I do not celebrate Valentines Day. It's a Hallmark holiday made up by some sentimental jerk off in order to make us feel bad that we don't appreciate and adore our significant other the other 364 days of the year. Not that I have a strong opinion on that or anything.<br /><br />I hate the holiday. Plain and simple. The chocolates, the cards, the red and pink hearts. It's an assault on the senses. No one should have to see that much red and pink at one time. Don't even get me started on the jewelry commercials on TV. SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HIT YOU WITH A PINK BOX FULL OF CHOCOLATES.<br /><br />So imagine how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">verklempt</span> I was when I got up on Saturday morning and there was a card and a gift sitting on the kitchen table. If you could read my thoughts, there would have been a comment bubble above my head with this in it:<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">WTF</span>???</span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br />"Honey, what is this? We don't celebrate Valentines Day."</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br />"I know, but since I blew it on your birthday AND Christmas, I thought I would take the opportunity to make it up to you."<br /><br />That is when a tiny tear formed in my eye, my heart (pink I'm sure) began to melt and I got all mushy. FUCKING VALENTINES DAY! On the inside I was shaking my fist at Cupid, the little fucker.<br /><br />The card played a song when you opened it, and of course, it was "our song". Which just made me want to melt into a puddle right then and there. I love our song. It's so...... different. I have never in my life known this song to be anyone else's song. Of course. We may just be odd. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The gift made me leave the room and cry. You see, when she wants to, Jesse can bring me to my knees and and make me weep. She is just an amazing person. I am so very lucky. She bought me a flag display box for my fathers flag. Just typing this out makes my throat hurt and my eyes well up. <br /><br />My dad has been gone for almost 3 years and I've been asking for a box for about the last year. It took me that long just to be able to get the words out without choking on them.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">She got me a box for his flag. I'm overwhelmed with joy and sadness at the same time. I miss him so very much every day. He missed out on my beautiful daughter and she will never know her papa and they really would have liked each other. I'm certain of that.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;">.</span></div>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609318122980288199.post-54303667628647806002009-02-17T08:37:00.001-06:002009-02-17T08:37:03.621-06:00Pregnancy Part 2 - Finally a baby on the way(Pregnancy diary posting from 2005)<br /><br />Just a history of this cycle - After the miscarriage we had to wait through 3 cycles to try again and in the meantime I had some tests done and it turns out my progesterone levels are way low which told us that I can get pregnant, I just can't stay pregnant. Secondary infertility. We had another IUI in June and I had to use progesterone suppositories starting on the third day after the IUI. It postponed my period which got my hopes up. Stupid, I know. I knew it could delay my period and I got my hopes up anyway. Live and learn.<br /><br />I told our Fertility Doc that we were only giving it one more shot. I couldn't deal with the emotional let down time after time. We were worn slick. I told him we needed to bring out the big guns. And he did. God love him.<br /><br />I took Femara on CD 5 through 9, started OPK's on CD 12. Had a positive OPK in the evening of July 11th and the morning of July 12th.<br /><br />July 12, 2005 - IUI in the morning. CM looked good, all signs point to great timing.<br /><br />July 13, 2005 - OPK still very positive, another IUI at noon. This is the first time we've ever done 2 inseminations in one cycle. CM still had most of it's clarity. Very uncomfortable cramping on my right side, RE says it's ovulation pain. I'm feeling very bloated and my abdomen is very tender.<br /><br />July 14, 2005 - Ovulation Day - The waiting begins. Not as bloated as yesterday, abdomen is still a bit tender. I know it's too early for this to mean anything, but I want to post it anyway. I had some dizziness in the afternoon and in the evening and what seemed to be more than usual CM causing "leaky" sensation. Too early I know...but I'm posting EVERYTHING!<br /><br />July 15, 2005 - 1 DPO - I'm bloated again. My stomach is very tender. The vibration from walking hurts. It's starting to worry me a bit, this doesn't feel normal. It never hurts like this with a normal non-IUI cycle. Started progesterone this morning, already have increased appetite from it. JOY! I expect full side effects by Monday. I cried twice today listening to a song on the radio. Stupid song. I also had left breast pain under the nipple that last about 20 seconds. Temps are flatlined, this was expected due to the progesterone. Weird body aches and pains this time around. Puzzling.<br /><br />July 16, 2005 - 2 DPO - Still a bit bloated. Abdomen is still tender and getting worse in the evening. What the hell is THAT about. I slept late today, and I got a little more tired than usual, probably from the progesterone and the stress of it all. Can't forget the STRESS!<br /><br />July 17, 2005 - 3 DPO - Abdomen feels a lot better, still some bloating especially when I eat. Very fatigued and had heartburn in the middle of the night. Dreaming a lot and not sleeping well. This process is such a roller coaster. Not just with emotions, but to pay attention to every little thing your body is doing is exhausting. My mind is constantly racing, calculating hours and days, signs and symptoms, what-if's and could be's. This process is both emotionally and physically demanding.<br /><br />July 18, 2005 - 4 DPO - Abdomen feels normal again, very hungry to the point of nausea. Had heartburn in the middle of the night again. Am I eating too late in the evening? Dreaming a lot still, not sleeping well. I'm blaming that on the progesterone. 1 degree temp spike. Very tired. It's only day 4 and I'm ready for this to be done one way or the other. BM have changed, more urgent need to go, and if I can't go right away it's very uncomfortable.<br /><br />July 19, 2005 - 5 DPO - No more heartburn, tad bit of cramping, still dreaming a lot. Temp still flatlined. Tired. Woke up with a little bit of a stuffy nose that went away quickly. Nothing else. Nothing left to over analyze or hang on to by my fingernails.<br /><br />July 20, 2005 - 6 DPO - No heartburn. I had a lot of cramping, switching from my left side to my right side all day. Pain behind right nipple. Tired, increased CM....I think....hard to tell with the progesterone. It seems like something might be going on in there...very hopeful.<br /><br />July 21, 2005 - 7 DPO - Took forever to go to sleep last night. I'm very tired today. Before lunch I had no symptoms whatsoever, very discouraging. After lunch the cramps seem to be returning. Had a temp spike of .1 degree, I wish it would keep going up so I can have an indication of which symptoms to look for. What the hell is going on with this nipple pain? Is it a progesterone thing because COME ON!<br /><br />July 22, 2005 - 8 DPO - Cramps on and off. Sharp poking/pinching pain low low in my abdomen. Ears feel like their full of water...and popping. Tired, not sleeping well. Face got flush today, felt very hot. Not much appetite. Sudden burning type pains in both breasts that lasts only a few seconds. Feel kind of depressed today. Temp went back down .1 degree, very flatlined temps, I wish it would have a great big spike. I really just don't feel well at all. I think the stress of all of this is catching up with me. It's making me tired and cranky.<br /><br />July 23, 2005 - 9 DPO - Nothing new really. Still tired, still no appetite. Cramps here and there. Praying. Thinking. Praying. Crying. I hate that we have to go through this. I'm not sure my RE told me to buckle my seat belt for this ride.<br /><br />July 24, 2005 - 10 DPO - Same as yesterday. Bah hum bug.<br /><br />July 25, 2005 - 11 DPO - Wow..I feel like crap! I just don't feel good all over. I'm hot, sick to my stomach, tired, my boobs are starting to hurt and I'm cranky! All I can say is WOW! The a/c is out at the office, so I don't know if it's that or genuine pregnancy...but let me tell you that I FEEL pregnant! I feel very pregnant and if I'm not I will be so sad because OH MY GOSH I TOTALLY FEEL PREGNANT! I will test tomorrow.<br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em>OH MY GOD WERE PREGNANT!!!!</em></strong></span><br /><br /><br />July 26, 2005 - 12 DPO - Well what do you know! We have a bun in the oven! I went for a beta and my hcg was only 24, but my progesterone was 22.23 The progesterone is good, but the hcg is low. Were hoping it's just because it's early (very early) in the pregnancy and the numbers will go up. OH MY GOD WERE PREGNANT!!<br /><br />July 27, 2005 - 13 DPO - Today has been hard knowing that this pregnancy can go either way. The low hcg is cause for concern. We've been right here at this moment before and I hate hate HATE that were here again. Were hoping and praying for a good outcome. I'm having all the pregnancy symptoms: Fatigue, nausea, lack of appetite, sore and swollen boobs. The symptoms are very comforting at the moment because I have nothing else to hold onto.<br /><br />July 28, 2005 - 14 DPO - My temperature spiked to an all time high this morning. My beta results are in: hcg is 54 and progesterone is 29.13 These numbers make us feel a bit better, but I'm praying that the beta on Monday is even better!<br /><br />August 1, 2005 - 18 DPO - hcg is 403! Yeah!! Progesterone dropped to 24.7, but RE doesn't seem too concerned. Were definitely preggo! I can't believe this is finally happening. We are so blessed. This was our last try! Wow. I am so excited and in awe that we are really going to have a baby.<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">.</span>KayJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910444536480188880noreply@blogger.com0