I've decided that...

I've decided that 'whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh' is my new favorite sound.

Even 10 days at the beach cannot compare to hearing my little peanut's heartbeat on the doppler for the first time.

*contented sigh*

Ewwwwwwwwww, I've been slimed!

Ugh. *wipes off slime* I haaaaaaates sales people.

I have nothing again REAL sales people. My sweet hubby does sales, but he's not one of THOSE sales people, you know what I mean. Some smarmy salesman just called here and this was the beginning of our convo.

Him: Saraaaaaaaaaaaa, hey! How's it going?
Me: Uhm, good, can I help you?
Him: You bet you can, sweetheart, this is Cass Warner!
Me: Yes?
Him: You don't remember me?
Me: No, sorry.
Him: You know, Cass Warner! 2 weeks ago on the beach?!
Me: You must have the wrong number.

I went to hang up and he's laughing, and says "I'm just messin' with ya!" and goes on to explain that he talked to one of our "men" over here 2 weeks ago about a consumer that needs hand controls installed in an H3 (Hummer). Well, we don't do that, he must have the wrong number, we deal with computer software and hardware and augmentative communication (and consulting and training) for persons with disabilities. "Well, name some of your guys there, I'm sure I talked to someone there"..so I did and nope, no one here.

Ugh. I feel like I need a shower. I'm sorry, but I don't find that funny at ALL, and I know funny. I find it demeaning, inappropriate and disgusting.

In other news, my toe is healing well. The nail has almost come off, but it's looking good underneath. I'm doing all good things. Go me! I did attempt tennis shoes instead of flip flops today, but no go, not yet.

Kids went to live with their new family on Saturday and honestly, after 14 months, I can really just say "good luck". I don't think it's a good situation. I may attempt to explain further another day, but right now I'm just trying to move on and get my life back. My dog and cat are SO happy, and my house is incredibly peaceful. I'm enjoying it AND my sweet hubby a lot.

One thing that would make everything ALL better would be some Clay Aiken news. C'mon, just a little! Please?

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That's what I get for cleaning, huh?

So, after 14 months of being with us, our 2 foster kids are moving out this weekend, in with their adoptive family. It's okay, no really. I'm ready for a house of peace. A house without raging and lying and control and crazy behaviors and stealing and just general uneasiness. I'm *ready*.

I thought while Spiderman took a nap yesterday, I thought that'd be a good time to seperate his toys from mine and get his packed up. So, my friend Cara was there changing his diaper (because doing that right now makes me yack), and my friend Michelle was on her way. I was pulling the toybox out of his room and somehow my big toe got in the way and when I pulled back it pulled off my big toenail! It literally popped it up like a flip top.

Uhm. Yeah. Ouch.

I pushed it back down and we got it cleaned with some peroxide and I've been putting Melaleuca (tea tree) oil on it and some gel, and wrapping it. Should I soak it? Take the nail all the way off?

You'd think a Bachelor of Science in Nursing would have taught me SOMETHING! I gotta be really careful tho, I can't afford an infection or fungus being pregnant.

Wah. Ouch. It hurts.

If Clay would give us some album news, I could busy myself with that instead of cleaning. I blame Clay.

Finding Support

My husband is a very active member on both an Atlanta Falcons and an Atlanta Hawks message board. Men in their 20's,30's, 40's,50's and above are there, talking about their idols. Talking about trades, about what "might" happen in trades or with the team. They strategize, they dream, they chat. Doesn't that sound like fun? He's made friends there, met a couple at a game once. He spends a lot of time there and he gets a lot out of it (and I don't have to listen to football and basketball talk all.the.time.)

I'm a member of a couple of Clay Aiken fan boards. But, if I tell anyone that, they make fun of me. Why? What's the difference between what I'm doing and what he's doing? There are 50 year old men with naked, painted chests in their avatars, yelling at the tops of their lungs for their favorite teams. I'm not naked and painting my chest (oh my, and be thankful for that, dear readers!), but showing support and making friends and chatting about my favorite singer is the favorite fodder of many of my friends.

I don't get it. Why am I uncool and he's okay? Why is it we have to judge people just because they like a singer? Why am I uncool because I like Clay Aiken but he's cool because he's like the Falcons? He's supposed to like the Falcons because he's a guy (hey, I like the Falcons!) but somehow I'm not supposed to appreciate an amazing voice, right?

Frustrating.

VERY frustrating.

Someday I'll be cool, right?

Impatience

Why is it that just because someone ELSE is impatient, *I* should be?

So, I'm pregnant. So, I have *no* desire to find out what this baby is before it's born. Boy or girl? Does it matter? I find out a few months later. My mom is going craaaaaaaaaazy that I'm not finding out. My sister found out today she's having a girl (she's due 8 weeks before me) and I have a feeling it's gonna send my mom into a complete tailspin. The ladies at church are also pressuring me. They want me to ask the doctor to write it down and then I can just give it to them!

I swear, when did we turn into such an impatient society?

It's just a start

I guess I just figured it was time, that's all. It seems everyone has one, why not me? I *am* pretty boring, but maybe something exciting will come along and we can chat about it, hmmm?