BigCrumbs or Ebates?

Well, we are in the process of tightening our belts around here to try to pay cash for a nice used car for our tenth anniversary in 17 months. So far we are almost a month in, and with hubby's paycheck this Friday, we will have $1000 saved. Not bad! My goal is to save $1100 per month on average, but I think most months we will be a little under. Hopefully the months with 3 paychecks will make up for that, but then again, we will get what we can with the money we save up!

Some things about rural living are just so much cheaper than city living. We'd never have a house this nice (albeit, small) in a city or a suburb...you just can't buy a house for $75,000...at least not in a Colorado city! (Okay, technically we live in a "city", but I guess I mean an urban area by city...) But there is the downside that it is difficult to get good used stuff...Getting good used stuff in an urban or suburban area is much easier. Cities have thrift and consignment stores, suburbs have garage sales...rural areas have farm auctions...not exactly handy for good quality kids clothes or plus sized women's clothes. Other household things are hard to get, too. So, I do quite a bit of online shopping. I even sometimes buy groceries online.

Several months ago I found out about BigCrumbs (from someones blog...I don't remember whose) and signed up. Since I'm not exactly a refer-er, I just signed up for the basic plan. It worked pretty well, and I got my first payment from them ($3 and some change) a week or so ago. I still have to confirm my bank account with paypal to get it moved out of there, but that's no big deal. BigCrumbs has some pretty good deals, and I thought of it as a ton of stores (well, Ebates kinda blew it out of the water in terms of # of stores!). The $3 was from two purchases: a Christmas gift for my BIL, and new curtains (on clearance) for our living room.

Well, then another blog suggested Ebates, so I signed up there. They have so many stores it is just mindboggling! Another awesome thing there is they also have coupons listed with the stores, which is excellent! I started out by getting photo prints from Snapfish (40 free prints, plus the % back on the rest) and have a whopping .11 in my account there so far. They only pay out when you get to $5.

BigCrumbs has a better system (you can set up your own mall of favorites) than Ebates (you can set up favorites, but are only allowed 20 stores...a fact that they didn't make clear to me until after I marked every store out of there hundreds of stores that I might possibly someday want to shop at...)

So, I am trying to figure out which system works better for me, and in case someone stumbles across this post, Do you use BigCrumbs, Ebates, something else that gives cash back on online purchases? Which do you prefer? Why?

Well, it's one half of hubby's favorite "gourmet" lunch...

You Are a Grilled Cheese Sandwich

You are a traditional person with very simple tastes. In your opinion, the best things in life are free, easy, and fun. You totally go with the flow. And you enjoy every minute of it! Your best friend: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Ham Sandwich

What Kind of Sandwich Are You?

Happy New Year!

Well, I think I may finally be recovered from New Year's Eve...just in time to go visit my parents again!

We went to hubby's uncle's house for his annual New Year's Eve party, which is always a fun mix of older couples, adult children with their children, and a whole bunch of teenagers (thanks to this uncle having both adult children, and still having one teen stepdaughter in the house). We were the youngest of the couples, and the first ones to leave (at 12:30!!! I grew up going to bed at 12:05 on New Years, as I was never allowed to go anywhere to celebrate). So, we went over the MILs house to spend the night (she's a mile from this uncle's house), but my little BIL was having a New Year's party there...with all of the teens spending the night (okay BIL is now 21, but he was the oldest in this group, which included 3 15-16 year old girls). So, we got the girls to bed in MILs room, set up the playpen in there for Charlotte, and we slept on the couches in the living room...the party raged on until about 4 in the morning in the basement, when they all finally crashed. Let's just say it certainly wasn't the most restful night's sleep I've ever gotten.

Been busy trying to keep the house in order...I even managed to mop the kitchen floors yesterday, which is a MAJOR accomplishment in this house.

So, on to our trip today. Once hubby gets off work we are heading up to the mountains to see my mom. Her sister got tickets out here to visit for Christmas from her hubby (they live in Ohio) so she's going to help out my mom for about a week, as my mom still can't do a lot since her surgery last month. Hopefully she'll be up to speed by February.

The funny part about this all is that we are going to end up missing hubby's family's big Christmas shindig, which I've been threatening to miss for months to my MIL (she's so much fun to tease!)...but in the end, we actually are missing it...

It's fine by me to miss the whole thing, as all the fun has been sucked out of it anyway...it used to be in people's homes, and we used to at least do some sort of gift exchange or something (sometimes it was drawing names, sometimes it was a generic gift for your gender, etc.) but complete lack of tact and some oversensitivity has led to no more of that...and the size of the family has led to people hosting at alternate locations (this year it is at the fairgrounds, woo hoo!) Honestly, I have a feeling that the turnout will be low enough that it could have been done at someone's house. Of course, more people might want to come if it were a little more cozy and a little more fun...it feels more like an office Christmas party than a family one.

Oh, and this cracks me up...EVERYONE in hubby's family is really good at cooking for an army. Our family cookbook has recipes like "Sloppy Joes for 100-125" in it...but the aunt in charge of the Christmas get together this year gave everyone TWO items to bring...I'm supposed to bring a vegetable and a dessert...and told 3-5 women to bring POTATOES, including my MIL who makes enough potatoes for 20 if we come up for dinner (bringing the grand total of people to 7...but that includes a 3 year old and a 1 year old!) The thing I am going to miss is seeing just how much food comes to this gathering!

Hubby's new toy...

So, we've been having fun playing with hubby's new blue (to match his work uniform...Eva picked it out) IPod Nano, which is so technologically superior to my Shuffle (the white kind that is about the size and shape of a pack of gum) it's not even funny. I've been playing DJ when we've been driving (a lot recently), but on our way home tonight, I put it on shuffle, and hubby told me that he's seen blogs have lists of what was shuffled on their IPod, so I wrote down as we went. I was originally going to do the first 10 songs, but I actually wrote down 13, as that's how many it took to get home...so here they are (I wonder what this says about us!)

1)Count My Blessings
Curtis Stigers
Curtis Stigers

2)Letter Shapes
They Might Be Giants
Here Come the ABCs

3)Give It Up Or Let Me Go
Dixie Chicks
Wide Open Spaces

4)Mary, Joy Of All Who Sorrow (With Script)
Cat.Chat:The Catholic Audio Show for Kids
Mary Leads Me Closer To Jesus

5)Jesus My Faith Is In You (With Script)
Cat.Chat:The Catholic Audio Show for Kids
Cat.Chat #2 Jesus In My Heart

6)Tell Me Something Good
Rufus
Millennium Funk Party

7)Here's To Lyin'
Doug Supernaw
Deep Thoughts from a Shallow Mind

8)With Or Without You
U2
Joshua Tree

9)Just Like Anyone
Soul Asylum
Let Your Dim Light Shine

10)Your Banquet of Love
Simonetta
Keep Your Eyes On The Beloved

11)My Best Was Never Good Enough
Bruce Springsteen
The Ghost of Tom Joad

12)Nickel in the Well
Bryan White
Between Now and Forever

13)I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
U2
Joshua Tree

So, a random sampling of what we have out of 1800+ songs on hubby's IPod!

Domestically Challenged

So, I have been a housewife for the last, oh 5 years or so (full time for almost 2 years, part time for 3 years before that...not to mention the other 3 years as a student and wife...), so you'd think that I wouldn't run across that many tasks that I have NO CLUE how to do...

Don't get me wrong, I have ironed items before...I try to avoid it as much as possible after the high school trauma of melting my choir dress (we lovingly called them our blue garbage bags) by using too high of heat.

Hubby had thrown a couple of horribly wrinkled uniform shirts in with a wet load of laundry to try to get the wrinkles out. He fished them out, and they were still just as wrinkled, and I told him to throw them back in for the rest of the cycle (he thought that they might burn in the dryer...I figure, if I've never burned an article of clothing in the dryer, it is just NOT POSSIBLE!) He made the comment that he would probably need to iron them if they came out and were still wrinkled. So, they came out of the dryer, and guess what!?! STILL WRINKLED!!! So, I thought this would be a great opportunity to practice sacraficial love for my husband by doing something that I can't say that I hate (because my iron and I don't have enough of a relationship to label) but that I can say I avoid, and thus, really don't know how to do!

So, I grabbed up the three work shirts in the load of laundry, and set up the ironing board and the iron (there have been YEARS in our married life when we couldn't find/couldn't use our iron...for instance when it was covered with bits of wallpaper from trying to steam off 3 layers at our old house...), and set to work. I vaguely remember my MIL telling me of her grandmother's order of operations while ironing, so I thought I'd try that. (I am at least 2 generations away from any level of domesticity) So, I ironed and ironed...and got no where! Sadly, the shirts are made of a cotton/poly blend, which on our iron is in that ambiguous range where it might be steam iron, but it might not bother... So, now I am online not only to lament my pathetic domestic skills, but also to look up nonvideo (as our dialup and videos do not get along) instructions for ironing shirts.

I love Taxes...

Okay, so technically, I don't really LOVE taxes...I don't particularly like paying them...I'd prefer to keep our money...but I love the new year because I have 1) an excuse to buy a new piece of software every year (TurboTax...tried TaxCut once...it SUCKED!) and 2) an excuse to look at all our finances and recap the year in what we accomplished or did not accomplish to make goals for the new year.

Yes, I am a dork! I'm sure at some point I've put up a blogthings quiz to prove it...

So, I got TurboTax in the mail today, and have been playing around with it instead of accomplishing any dishes or laundry. Of course, I don't have any tax forms yet, but we just got hubby's last pay stub of the year today, so I've been figuring things out based on that. Of course, that means that I'll have to correct a bunch of numbers when the appropriate forms come in the mail, but hey, I find it fun!

I've always been a money nerd (not a math nerd, I never could do math problems unless they involved money...I just need it in practical terms I understand $$$) I used to balance people's checkbooks for them in college. I did try to get my MIL on a budget/to balance her checkbook for the first time EVER...but after about 3-4 months of it, I found that I didn't have the time to babysit her. If there ever was a lost cause in terms of financial responsibility, my MIL is it...I love her dearly, of course, but I just try not to even THINK about her finances.

Oh, we've also set a new financal goal...I'll probably work on a ticker for it (I love tickers...I'm a dork, I said it already!) but we plan to save right around $20,000 in the next 18 months to buy a new to us car for our tenth anniversary. That means ol' Bessie is gonna have to make it 18 more months...I've been expecting that car to die for about 5 years now, but it's still going strong, so what's another year and a half?

Christmas Decorations

Well, it is December 23rd, and hubby is at church serving up breakfast to all the brave souls who stayed to decorate for midnight Mass tomorrow. I brought the girls home because I am just not brave enough to let them wander free in the church with decorating going on. However, the fact that the church is getting decorated is making me think that maybe...just MAYBE...we ought to decorate our house!

Hubby pulled down the Christmas decorations he could find from the attic (a place I have never ventured, and never really intend to...) but he couldn't find the ornaments for the tree. The tree itself has been up since Thanksgiving (only because my parents sent us a new, prelit artificial tree as an early Christmas present...had it been in storage, I'm sure it would be going up today!). I am, however, proud to say that our Advent wreath (we've had it for a few years, so it had to come out of storage) has been out all of Advent, and our nativity scene (new this year) has been up for weeks.

The rest of the decorations, minus the ornaments are in our bedroom, which the girls keep going in to attempt to eat things off of our wreaths, etc. So, today when hubby gets home, he will be sent up into the attic one more time to attempt to find the ornaments (and put up some outgrown clothes and toys) and I hope to clean and decorate the house, and pack for our whirlwind trip to see my parents. We get to leave sometime after noon tomorrow, and have to be back in time for hubby to go to work at 7am on the 26th.

My mom is doing well, she had a very long named surgery on December 12th to deal with the scarring from her cancer, so she will be sore and unable to hold the kiddos, but I know she is looking forward to seeing them!

Oh yeah...I almost forgot, I have to wrap all our presents (minus the girls two, since I wrapped them immediately after I got them home so that they wouldn't find out what they are!

Merry Christmas!!!

Vacation planning...of sorts...

Well, one of the challenges of having a hubby who works 6 days a week (who likes to point out that it would be worse if he were farming with his family!) is that trips and vacations are few and far between. Hubby managed to get Monday off work (which is amazing with recent events at work including one woman out for a couple of weeks because of a brown recluse spider bite...my squash first ask questions later policy has been very much strengthened by this!) So, we can leave Saturday after work (hopefully 1 or 2 pm) and come back Monday night.

Originally the plan was to go see my mom, who just finished her last round of chemotherapy two weeks ago. However, both girls have come down with a cold (not serious for them, but VERY serious for my mom's compromised immune system) and my mom spent most of this week in the hospital with a staph infection. So, no trip to see grandma. We are trying to make the best of it though, but of course (as always) we are on a tight budget! So, I've been trying to priceline a hotel room for two nights, with no luck so far. So, hopefully we will be going to Colorado Springs, Fort Collins, Denver, or Cheyenne, WY this weekend.

Also trying to find a few (very few!) fun things for the kids to do. We're all kind of hoping to get a Colorado Springs hotel so that we can go to "Boo at the Zoo" at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. Eva LOVES the giraffes, and I think that Charlotte would enjoy feeding them, too.

I'm looking forward to finding some antique/thrift shops to go to, and checking out the specials at the big grocery stores (I'm such a dork!) and hubby is looking forward to relaxing a little bit. I think that I'll go do some shopping during naptime, and the kids and hubby can stay at the hotel and sleep/watch TV.

Well, better get back to priceline and see if I can do any better!

My Republican Rant of the Day (well, Month, more likely!)

Okay, so this is actually a continuation of a rant I've been having for a few weeks now...but the first time I started on it, hubby called it my "Republican Rant of the Day" so that's how I think of it now (even though, incidentally I am not in any way affiliated with the Republican or any other political party.)

So, we recently found out that hubby's new co-worker is pregnant. Which I think is great! Babies are wonderful! It would probably be better for her, her daughter (incidentally named Charlie) and her baby if she and the kid's dad were married rather than just living together...but whatever...I'm still happy about the baby.

So, I was talking with hubby about the health insurance from his work (which is AWESOME, at least the plan that we have, in regards to maternity care) and he ended up talking a little bit with this co-worker about it, and telling her how happy we were with it, and the fact that we didn't have to pay a penny for Charlotte's delivery or my prenatal care compared to our old insurance with Eva where we paid out of pocket about $8000 the year she was born.

So, hubby was expecting a happy reaction, or at least relief that this pregnancy wouldn't be too difficult for her financially, etc. What I don't think either one of us expected was confusion that you'd have to PAY for medical care with insurance!

You see, with her first kid, she was on medicaid and didn't have to pay for anything, either. (Now, don't take this the wrong way...she is a lovely women and I like her very much...I also understand how in SOME cases medicaid is a very good system) She worked a retail job, and because she wasn't married to the baby's father she qualified for medicaid (she may have qualified if they were married, but if they were married he might feel as though he needed to be responsible for his family)

So, in the end, who really got to pay for all of her medical care...people like us! The year we had Eva we made about $24,000 gross. We paid out about $8,000 in medical bills...forget that 7.5% threshold the IRS requires to deduct medical expenses...about 1/3 of our GROSS income went to medical bills...

I don't even want to think how much more went to social welfare programs like Social Security and Medicare...

It just ticks me off to think that essentially the government is REWARDING stupid behavior!

Now, I would like to say that both hubby and I are happy that is coworker had enough ambition to get a better paying job with benefits...because all the hoops to jump through to apply for the job are pretty extreme...but I just get frustrated when I think of all of the people in similar situations to her that don't work as hard to become self-sufficient someday...

Well, something pretty cool happened today. I'm a little bit of a loner, so I often deal with stuff on my own as well...

At Mass on Sunday, we had a ministry fair of sorts (donuts were provided...apparently not nearly enough of them, but we're still adjusting to this 8am Mass thing...) where we all were supposed to go down in the basement and fill out our time and talent forms for the upcoming year. I was chatting a little bit with a couple of the ladies from my bible study. They asked how Eva's destination birthday party went, and so I told them that it didn't go that well and the whole hospital saga, then I told them about my grandma, and about going up to sit with my mom at chemo the coming Friday (tomorrow). They told me that I was in their prayers, etc. which I appreciated a lot. It felt pretty good to get some of that off my chest.

So, last night I got home and noticed an e-mail that I wasn't supposed to read. The two ladies had sent out a call to make me and my mom a care package of sorts for at the hospital. So, tonight a bible study, a bunch of them brought a few things...some sympathy/thinking of you cards, a book, some magazines, an angel figurine, a few snacks and a little baggie of quarters for vending machines at the hospital.

I was so touched by these little things. It means so much to know that other people are there for you. I guess I should know by now that in a small town, when someone says "Let me know if there is anything I can do for you" they mean it (growing up, it was more of an empty phrase that people really didn't mean...)

Anyhow, that made me smile and cry a little bit, and made me grateful for friends.

Sometimes I just don't have the energy to whine about my life...

...and maybe that is a good thing!

It's been about three months since I got that phone call from my dad about my mom's cancer. Now, I've never been the biggest fan of doctors (not saying that they are bad people, or anything...I just don't really like medicine, etc.) but this really hasn't improved my view much.

So, my mom has Kaiser Permanente insurance...when this whole thing started, she ended up really sick and jaundiced. She was sent in for CT scans, MRIs, etc. She was first sent to a surgeon who told her that she had inoperable pancreatic cancer. Not a fun thing to hear...not to mention complete lack of bedside manner, and an assumption that his guess was indeed, fact.

When she was sent on to an oncologist for testing, it turned out that she has lymphoma (not sure which type...there's a reason I didn't go into nursing or anything like that!). They have competely ruled out pancreatic cancer, and her most recent CT scan did not show any tumours. So, Friday is her 5th round of chemo, and she will have one more round, but then most likely will be done.

I was supposed to go up and sit with her during her chemo, but naturally my snotty little girls gave me a cold! Obviously, it would be better for me NOT to enter into the chemo room with any sort of illness, so instead I am going to stay home and feel a little guilty about my mom having to be there all alone.

I have to admit, this has been a very trying couple of months for me...but I know that it has been so much worse for my dad. I am hoping that all of what has been happening is God's plan for my dad's salvation...

So, the whole cancer thing happens...
Good news (my aunt, uncle, hubby and I all think this first one might have been a miracle) lymphoma with a 50% survival rate (or so) instead of the less than 5% survival rate for pancreatic cancer.

My mom went back to teaching, and has ended up in the ER three times now (she still doesn't want to take time off because she is afraid that she will need sick leave later...never mind that she has been paying into a sick leave bank for 25 years...never mind that she definately has reason to used said sick leave bank if she needed to...)

Most recent ER visit was over labor day weekend. Hubby and I and the girls were going up to the mountains with his extended family (to the same town where my parents spend weekends and summers) and my mom had planned this grand 3rd birthday bash at their house. My mom ends up in the ER neutropenic (not sure if I spelled that right or not! but basically having no immune system) and needed antibiotics and a blood transfusion. It turns out that she had e. coli from the stent in her liver, and she had to stay in through Tuesday so that they could put a cathader into her because all her veins were going bad from all the chemo and the IVs from hospital stays.

My dad threw the bash by himself, took lots of pictures, and my mom was well enough after the party for us to bring the girls down to see her.

So, my mom took a week off from school after that. Last Friday, I got a call from my mom saying that my grandma (dad's mom) who was in the hospital with a broken hip had a lot of problems during a hip replacement and was bleeding internally and not likely to make it through the night. She passed away that night.

See what I mean about my poor dad?

Anyhow, that's just a short update on how things have been around here in the past few months. I'm going to try to get back in the habit of blogging (though perhaps with less whining involved!)

The C word...

Okay, so I got some pretty bad news yesterday. My mom called to let me know that she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The dreaded "c" word...worse yet, it is inoperable. Reading up on pancreatic cancer, it does not look good, but I'm still waiting to hear back on more details. So, anyone who sees this, please say a prayer for my mom, Donna...and also for my dad! My mom is at least nominally Christian, but my dad isn't at all. They really don't have anything to hold on to during this suffering.

This is sooo COOL!!!

Check out what Danielle Bean is up to! What a great idea!!! A charity raffle for St. Gianna's Maternity Home near Fargo, ND. She's raised lots of money so far...

Being technologically behind, I don't know how to link in the post, but go to my link for Danielle Bean, and you'll find plenty more info there!

Dress update...

So, the girls and I went to a doctor's appointment with my MIL up in the city, and naturally we went shopping afterwards. I tried on all sorts of outfits at Kohls, and most of them were horrible, but I did find one dress that I really liked! It was black and white, and is very similar in style to the dress I bought this winter (which is black, white and red) and the price tag read $54...so, I thought that was a little pricey, and I was sad and about to put it back when I passed a price checker thing...the dress was on clearance for $16.20!!! So, cool!

I looked around some more and found the dress in two shades of blue, and even found it in my size. So, I ended up getting the dress in blue...and I thought with that good of a deal, maybe I'd buy a necklace to go with it...just costume jewelery, nothing that fancy. I found two great necklaces that I really liked with it, and since they were buy one get one half off, I got both...the sick part? The two necklaces together cost more than double the cost of the dress!

Also, I finally got a couple of doormats for the house, and got hubby two new shirts and ties (we can BOTH look classy for the upcoming wedding! Woo hoo!!!) And grandma of course got the girls some clothes (Charlotte cute part dress onesies, and Eva a t-shirt and two sets of PJs...she has a pajama fetish...) and Eva a little sports set (with a football, 2 baseballs, a soccer ball, a bat, and a glove) with Dora all over them, so Eva has some great outdoor toys to go with our great weather!

Our First Homeschooling Project!

So, on Sunday after church and lunch, we decided to go to the hardware store to price pavers, etc. for our landscaping woes (I am adamant that this year we WILL have a sidewalk to the front door rather than old boards placed over the dirt where said pavers will go!)

So, Eva pipes up that we need to get a birdhouse. No idea where this comes from...as I really don't like birds very much...they are noisy when I try to nap and they poop all over my car...(okay, likely this is some genetic thing from my mother that SKIPPED a generation!) So, I ended up talking her into a bird feeder, because I see no purpose for bird houses (isn't that what trees are for?)

At first I thought we might get something decorative to class up our yard, but after discovering that birdhouses start in the $20 range and go UP from there (to feed birds...I just don't get it!!!) we decided to instead go with the early homeschooler's model. A kit that had a base and suction cups that you attach a platic bottle to (20 oz soda bottle is what we used!) and fill up with bird seed. So, Eva and I put together the bird feeder, and she has been enjoying watching the birds come eat at the feeder.

So, as a Future Homeschooler of America, I diligently went on line to Paperback Swap and found children's books about birds. So, Eva will be getting a field guide to 24 common bird species in the mail before too long. I'm thinking that unschooling during preschool may be the way to go!

Another one that doesn't surprise me!

Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence

Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes. You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time. You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it. Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds. You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Okay, so we all know that I'm not normal...

You Are 30% Normal

You sure do march to your own beat... But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all You think on a totally different wavelength And it's often a chore to get people to understand you

How Normal Are You?

...but this particular quiz asked me for my views on spanking and living together before marriage, among other things that really didn't make me think one answer was normal and the other was not...oh yeah...and if I'm 30% normal and 60% weird...what's the other 10%????

Dress rant...

Okay, continuing my theme of ranting about clothing...today's topic is dresses.

So, in two weekends we are going to the wedding of a college friend who may be the world's most fashionable person...(okay, maybe I shouldn't go that far...but she is the most fashionable person either one of us knows!) Hubby is going to be a reader at the wedding, and I am having the dilemma of what I should wear...

You see, the last dress I bought was for Charlotte's baptism...I love the dress, but since I bought it to wear in DECEMBER...I'm thinking it might not work for a summer wedding. The last dress I bought before that was for my SILs wedding (and really, I just don't like the dress that much...a little more matronly than I want to look!) which was also in DECEMBER the year before...

Then my next newest dress is one that I bought before we last went to the Midwest Catholic Family Conference (which we will be attending again this year)...unfortunately, the last time we went was in 2002...the other two dresses that I have in my wardrobe were bought for me by my mom...probably in 1999 or 2000...

So, I went to every website I could think of that might sell plus sized women's clothing, and looked at every dress option...I found two "maybe" dresses...

The problem I seem to have is that dresses either scream "look at me!!! I'm a skank ho!!!" (and a FAT skank ho at that!) or "excuse me, I am on lunch break from my business casual office job."

Whatever happened to nice dresses for church or whatever?? I don't want to look like I'm in my 50s (my Catechism class this year guessed that I was almost 40...I'll be celebrating 28 this summer!) but I don't want to look like I'm trying to pick up Johns (with very bad eyesight and a thing for fat chicks, of course!)


So, still trying to figure out what to wear to above mentioned wedding...

Should I be worried about the 8%???

You Are 8% Sociopath

You're empathetic, loyal, and introspective. In other words, there's no way you're a sociopath... but you can spot one pretty easily!

Are You A Sociopath?

The GRE thought so too!

You Are Incredibly Logical

Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic You think rationally, clearly, and quickly. A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!

How Logical Are You?

MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Okay, the evil laugh is because I no longer have to deal with html on blogger!!! Best new feature ever!!! I hated adding links because I had to wade through all sorts of mumbo jumbo that I don't understand to put them in...but now, I just click a button, and it walks me through step by step. I really did need blogger for idiots!

I'm too tired to come up with a title, so this will have to do...

So, I've been a slacker in terms of blogging recently...but this time I have a good excuse! (Just kidding...I don't need an excuse to be a slacker, it's second nature to me!)

Hubby and I have started the South Beach Diet...though I hate to use the word diet...basically it is more like we've stopped eating our usual menu of excessive amounts of carbs. Instead, I've been making excessive amounts of salads...slightly more work than my normal "cooking" but at least it keeps the kitchen cool!

We are currently in the second week of phase 1 (which is the most restrictive part of the diet) and next week we get to start adding back in grains and fruits, which I am actually a little bit nervous about...

Other than that, not much going on! Some family get togethers, lots of housework to catch up on, trying to get Charlotte out of our bed (so far we've managed one night in the cosleeper...with any luck in a few months she'll be ready to move in with Eva!) Interviews are done for the new clerk at the post office, but no word on who the job is being offered to (still in the background check/reference stage, I'm guessing) so it may be a while before hubby isn't working so much overtime, but I'm not complaining, because we are down to the last $1020 on hubby's student loan, and after that, the only debt we will owe is our mortgage! Woo hoo!!!

This REALLY shouldn't suprise anyone!

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I HATE insurance companies...

Okay, so I REALLY try not to use the word hate when I really mean "strongly dislike", etc...but today I am really HATING ours!!!

Now, on the plus side...we are insured and nine times out of ten they pay claims with no difficulties...

On the minus side...if they don't pay a claim, it is a pain in the you-know-what to get them to review it...

Today I talked to some guy named Michael (since he shares a name with approximately 25% of the American male population, I feel no guilt in posting his name!) NOT HELPFUL AT ALL! See, this is a claim that we had for Charlie when we took her into the ER at the ADVICE OF THE 24 HOUR NURSE LINE THAT THE INSURANCE COMPANY HAS FOR US TO USE!!!! Fortunately, she was fine...so, it got coded as something that the insurance didn't like. The visit was in DECEMBER of 06...

I have called the insurance company AT LEAST once a month over this...I have also called the hospital at least once a month (and their billing office, and the clinic, and the medical records department, etc.) LAST MONTH the hospital told me they had sent out the information requested, so when I got a paper in the mail stating that the insurance company needed the information that was already sent to them, I called in.

Michael informed me that the information that "they" sent in was for the wrong date in October...then he got mad that I wasn't understanding what he meant since Charlotte was born in November. It was a claim for ME from a different HOSPITAL, in a different CITY, with a different BILLING OFFICE, etc. etc. etc...then he treated me like crap because I didn't have the account numbers from the hospital bills (which I have only recieved one of...) and the phone number from that paper, and instead tried to give him the hospital phone number (it is a small hospital...it has ONE main phone number...) Finally, I talked to someone higher up who was at least as unhelpful...

Then I called the hospital, and they read me back everything that had been done (every mailing, every time I called, every time they called the insurance company, etc.) and told me that they were sending out the information again tomorrow...

So, my insurance company likes to pass the buck all the time...

Nothing makes me quite as crazy as people who won't take responsiblity for their own organization's screw ups!

Movies are a wonderful thing...

So, last night I was just at wits end. You see, we had made a family trip to Colorado Springs (which is quite long enough of a drive, thank you very much) because hubby ended up having training in a small town near there (they had moved the one that was closer, but the phone service was out in our town because someone had accidentally cut a fiberoptic cable south of town, and so they didn't get the call that it was that day rather than the next!) Anyhow, that kept us out past midnight after all was said and done on Wednesday. Thursday I had bible study in the evening, and we decided to watch our movie from netflix afterwards, so we were up late then...Friday, the girls went on a napping strike, so I got no rest then. So, last night I had hubby take the girls up to the theatre to watch "Firehouse Dog" (Eva LOVED it...she has a thing about dogs...) and I got to stay home and work on OUR scrapbook for a change. So, I got Eva coming home from the hospital through Eva's baptism...(okay, so it was only about 6 weeks of her life...but still...it's an accomplishment when you are as behind as I am!)

Both kids are still free at the movie, so it wasn't even that expensive to get them out of my hair...I'm going to have to do that more often!

Why Men Suck...

Okay, I guess more fairly, I should title this post "why the traditional distribution of labor within the family sucks!" As I sit here with my appliances all going (Thank the Lord for my appliances, or my mechanical slaves, as I call them!) I've been thinking about accomplishments. Do you ever get the feeling that you are always busy, but never actually accomplish anything? Take dishes, cooking and laundry, for instance...You wash all the dishes...then it is time to feed the family a meal, so you have to cook, when you are done cooking, you have more dishes to wash...then you have to cook another meal, ad nauseum! Same with laundry...you get up in the morning, you get dressed, you get the kids dressed, you go about your routine of cooking and doing dishes, and at the end of the day, you get undressed and into PJs, then you have to wash the laundry...and as if clothing weren't enough, there are sheets and towels and blankets and burp cloths and diapers to wash, too!

A while back our washing machine was broken (right in the middle of potty training! Yikes!!!) and the repair guy couldn't get here for four days. I just let the laundry pile up (except for the load that was in the washer when it quit working...I took those up to my MILs house when we visited to rewash and dry...) and after it was fixed, I did a ton of loads of laundry...it was almost like accomplishing something...In fact, I feel much more of a sense of accomplishment if I let my house become a pigsty and THEN clean it all up!

So, yesterday we did some work around the house. I cooked three meals, did dishes, did some laundry, played with the kiddos and used our Hoover Floormate on the tile floor in our kitchen. Today, I have more meals to cook, more dishes to do, more laundry to wash and dry and fold and put away, and of course, the kids to take care of. Yesterday, hubby worked on staining the cabinet doors for our kitchen and laundry room. Every door now has at least one side stained...and today, they are still stained!!! He also dug up a lilac bush in our front yard that was mostly dead...yes, a lot of hard work...but guess what he doesn't have to do again! (To be fair to hubby, his days at work are a lot like my days at home...he does the same things over and over again 6 days a week...)

Okay, enough whining (for now)...maybe I'll go try to accomplish something!

We celebrated Mother's Day a week early...

Mostly due to the fact that hubby has three cousins graduating from high school on Mother's Day. So, hubby and Eva went out this morning to get some supplies for our never ending cabinet project, and they got my present while they were out. I am very excited about it (which probably means that I am a massive dork!) because instead of being fifteen years out of date, technologically, we are now only about five! (I figure if you can find it in our town, it has to be at least five years behind the times!)

We have two stereos in our house (I use the term loosely, of course!) one in our bedroom which is the small one that I got in high school with one tape deck, a CD player, and a AM/FM radio. All parts still function (except the tape deck can be a little finicky at times. Our other stereo was hubby's from high school. It is an old school boombox! Detachable speakers, CD player, dual tape deck with high speed dubbing, AM/FM radio with the capability to program radio stations...the problem is that the CD player on it doesn't work, and we live far enough out in the boonies to not have very good reception for any radio stations (we used to have Sirius Satalite Radio, but didn't use it enough for it to be worth it...)

Okay, total tangent here, but this is too cute not to tell...I went outside to tell the family that supper is almost ready, and Eva is singing "Father Abraham" to an earthworm her daddy found for her...Back to the original post...

So, obviously they got me a new stereo...and this one doesn't take up half my bookshelf! It only takes up one shelf. It has a CD player, AM/FM radio (no programable features, but we don't really need it, and best of all, I can hook my IPod up to it and we can all listen!

Hubby claimed the old boombox for the garage, but at least it is no longer in the house! Besides, all he wants out there is something that can pick up AM radio for sporting events while he is working out there!

I hate freecycle...

I may be the only person on the planet...and maybe it's just my local freecycle that sucks (but I'm guessing there are many other sucky ones, too!)

I have been on the local freecycle group for over a year (maybe closer to two) and I finally unsubscribed from it...I have made exactly two requests (one for empty beer bottles, the other for empty baby food jars) making it clear that I would be willing to travel to pick stuff up...

I have also made at least two offers (if I've made any more, they were just never responded to...) one was a bunch of pen refills that I had left over from grad school, which after about two weeks of no response, I threw them out. Naturally, about two weeks after that, someone responded that they would be interested in the pen refills if I still had them...

Second one was last week or so...I have over a dozen clean, unused cloth diapers (6 cheapy prefolds and over a dozen flats) and I don't have any use for them (as I have 3 dozen of two different sizes of good prefolds, and probably 2 dozen or more flats that I use for burp rags...) So, I offered them, and was very excited when someone said that she was interested...I e-mailed her back privately with my phone number telling her to give me a call to figure out a time she could pick them up. I also told her that we town we live in, and that we are in the city itself. Our city is in the county that the freecycle group is supposed to be for...

She e-mailed back that she was located in another city in the next county over (at least an hour drive away) and asked if we ever came to that town, and asked if we might be able to drop them off there...

I e-mailed back that we do occasionally go through that town, but that we had no plans to do so in the near future...she has never e-mailed me back...

So, apparently, I can't get anyone to even save their trash (or recyclables) for me, but people want me to DELIVER items to them in a different COUNTY???

Grrrr.....

Whew!!! Can't imagine what my mom would say if I failed..

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Just enough blogging...

Okay, I have to admit, I started this blog only after becoming addicted to reading blogs. At one point, I think I visited about a dozen blogs a day...now I am down to three. (The second kid definately contributed to that!) But honestly, there are lots of great bloggers out there, but there are two types that I just can't stand anymore. People who blog too much, or people who blog too little...

On the "people who blog too much" list include Amy Wellborn (whom I love to read, but since she posts a zillion things a week, I just can't handle keeping up!) and the Heart, Mind and Strength blog, which because it has half a dozen people who blog on it, just is information overload as well...

Then there are the ones that you visit, and they don't update for weeks at a time (like me for instance!) and by the time they have updated, you have visited their site a dozen times looking for more thoughts...

I think it is pretty hard to reach a happy medium in blogging...I understand the urge to put everything you find interesting on a blog...and I understand the not having time to regularly update a blog...but it is sad when only 2 of my original 12 or so blogs fit my new expectations (the 3rd I found just a couple of months ago...very funny stuff at Ask Sister Mary Martha!)

What was the point???

Okay, so we were in tornado warnings last night...we saw on the TV, and kept trying to figure out if we were in the path of the tornados...however, since it was DRIZZLING in Denver, that was FAR more important than us!!! So, right about the time we finally went to bed figuring that the tornado whistle would (hopefully! We're all heavy sleepers in this house) wake us up it started to hail. We had a nice pile of pea sized hail just sheeting off of our roof, and the street was white with hail...we figured there was pretty much no chance of hearing the whistle with all the hail, and thought we'd leave our existance up to God (obviously, we were not hit by a tornado, since I am typing this...

At about 1 in the morning the phone rang...I jumped out of bed and ran to get it, worrying that it was a reverse 911 telling us that a tornado was about to wipe our town out of existence...

It was a reverse 911...to let us know that we were no longer in a tornado warning...

So, I ask you...why on EARTH did they do that at 1 am, but not call earlier in the evening to let us KNOW that we were in a tornado warning???

Our Blessed Mother had an accident...

Okay, I've always wanted a Mary garden...but to have one, you need two things...a statue of Mary, and some sort of flower garden. I had gotten one step closer recently. My MIL let me have a statue of Mary that her ex-step-mother had given her when she lost her mind and left the Catholic church for a cult (and then divorced her husband and moved to "find Jesus" and sell "Holy Tea"...) So, we brought Mary home and placed her inside our fence until we could plant a garden underneath the bedroom windows.

Now, Eva LOVES Mary, and has several small Mary and Joseph statues that she plays with in the house. Naturally, she loved this larger, outdoor Mary. Mary rode Eva's bike with her...Mary was put down for naps on the step...Mary was carried up to the top of Eva's slide with all of Eva's other treasures (It looked like a redneck Catholic shrine...I really wish I had gotten a picture!) Mary even slid down the slide (not because I thought it was a good idea...) and she survived all of that.

Well, unfortunately today Eva apparently dropped her on our sidewalk, and broke her base into pieces...so I am waiting for hubby to get home to see if Mary is repairable...If she is, then I am sure he will have the good sense to place her OUTSIDE of our fence!

I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T...I mean, S-M-A-R-T!

I blame this on my hubby...

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Pork Chops with Rhubarb Sauce

Okay, I was watching "Everyday Food" on PBS on Sunday, and they did this recipe...of course, I'll list what I actually did, not what they told me to do! (I enjoy the show, but those New Yorkers have no idea what is available in the supermarkets of rural America...honestly, they said that you could get rhubarb year round in the produce department...you can't even get it at the store in the summer here...maybe the farmer's market, or 95% of backyards!)

Okay, here it is!

Brown 4 (or more) pork chops in a little bit of olive oil.

In a sauce pan, cook 1/2 an onion in a little bit of olive oil

In a small bowl mix 1/2 c. dried currants (or raisins, if that's what is in your pantry) with 1/4 c. water and 1 T. balsamic vinegar

Add to sauce pan 2 c. chopped rhubarb, bowl of water, currants, etc. and 3 T. white sugar

Cook until thickened and mushy, serve over pork chops.

We had it with leftover brown rice and brussel sprouts (frozen ones, naturally!)

Beating a cake mix with a whisk counts as a workout, right?

Of course the subtitle of this post could be "Why I am a fat you-know-what"! I have no particular reason for baking a cake other than we had a chocolate cake mix and chocolate frosting in the pantry. I'm contemplating looking up the Saint of the day, and arguing it is a celebration in honor of that Saint...but who would I be kidding? Hubby and Eva are a-okay with me baking, to say the least.

Not much else going on here...I'm still behind on laundry and dishes (a perpetual state) and I tried a new recipe for supper, so I'll post that in a minute for anyone else with hills of rhubarb that came with their house who doesn't know what to do with rhubarb!

I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing...

Today's church marathon...

Okay, don't get me wrong...I love going to church on Sundays...it's just that by the end, I am completely wiped out! First of all, we have CCD (catechism/religious education/sunday school or whatever else you want to call it!) before Mass. Eva is in the preschool class and has to be there at 9, I don't have to teach my 4th graders until 9:30 (they have music class first!) Today was the last day for classes, and apparently there is a tradition to let the kids walk to the local quick-e-mart for snacks on the last day (I made them take a test after they got snacks) never mind that they are all old enough to recieve communion. The other 4th grade teacher and I told them that they shouldn't take communion because of the candy/pop right before church. Then, we had a very nice mass, but all the little kids in the church were restless today, so it was very noisy! Finally, we had a LOT of announcements about upcoming stuff, and a blessing for a young man going off to pursue the Franciscan way of life. After Mass there was a potluck followed by sexual abuse training (we both fortunately did the training several years ago!) which we skipped and went instead to a local restaurant. Afterwards, I decided we might as well pick up some groceries while we were out. (I go back and forth on that no shopping on Sundays thing...) Finally, 5 hours later we got home...

Since Sundays are hubby's only day off work during the week, 3 hours of church tends to wear on us...I am so not ready for the work week to start again!

A toddler with a step stool is just NOT a good idea!

Okay, so we've always had a step ladder in our house. It currently resides in the laundry room, and we drag it out when we need to reach something high up. We acquired a step stool when I got home from the hospital because I couldn't get up into our bed (normal sized box spring with a pillowtop mattress.) It is a $10 rubbermaid one, and it is Eva's best friend...ninety five times a day she asks "Where's my step stool?" It is a great aid for getting into trouble. Here is today's example...

I was lying down with Charlotte trying to get her to nap after our 5 hour church marathon/lunch/shopping trip (more on that later!) when I noticed a buzzing sound. When Charlie fell asleep, I went investigating. Due to my severe "Harry Potter" addiction, I have all 6 books on tape (I'm thinking about upgrading to CDs sometime soon...) and I listen to them virtually every night while falling asleep. My stereo is on top of a lingere chest (about 4 1/2 ft tall, I'd bet) and the rewind button was pressed in and buzzing. Where was the step stool? Right in front of the chest! Go figure, my little toddler was probably trying to "listen to music?" which she asks to do everytime we go into my bedroom throughout the day.

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Another TMI post...

So, I complained about pants about a year ago, so now I will move on to another of my clothing nemesis (and I have many!) and that is BRAS! Now, I know that not all plus-sized women are big chested, but I have the pleasure of being both fat and busty. So busty in fact that I have difficulty wearing all sorts of cute styles of clothing. Empire waists always fall mid chest for me, for instance. So, obviously I dread buying bras!

Recently, we went up to Denver to visit my parents. By a happy coincidence, I had gotten an ad from Lane Bryant (for those of you skinny people, it's a plus sized clothing chain) that they had their brand of bras on sale, buy one get one for $9.99. With this ad was a coupon for $15 off a purchase of $15 or more. So, while we were up, we left the kiddos with my mom and dad and did a little bit of shopping.

It was a fairly tolerable bra shopping experience, thanks in large part to getting a bossy black woman to help me! (There just tends to be a difference between a bossy black woman and a bossy white woman...since I am the latter, I know how I can be bossy!) You see, I had the right size in mind (46DDD, yes, that is 3Ds), but I honestly haven't worn an underwire bra since the beginning of college. This nice (but bossy) lady told me I needed an underwire, gave me a bra to try on, fixed the straps, told me to put on my shirt and look at it in the mirror. Honestly, it made a huge difference in looks.

Being a comfort person, however, I don't mind being saggy and comfortable. However, when hubby said it looked MUCH better, I figured I'd suck it up and go with an underwire. I asked the lady if there were any other styles of underwires that might work for me. She flat out told me that the style I tried on was the only style she would recommend for my figure. So, I bought two for the price of one after the sale and coupon, and got out of the store in under 20 minutes. What more could I ask for when bra shopping?

Grrrr...

So, should a person really be allowed to have a blog when it takes them twenty minutes to sign on to blogger?? I remember a day not long ago when I could handle simple tasks like remembering a username and password from one day to the next...

Book recommendation

So, yesterday I got a book in the mail (through Paperback Swap, see my links) and spent yesterday afternoon reading it and doing a lot of crying. Then, after work, hubby started reading it (and doing a lot of crying as well) and he stayed up until after midnight (a huge feat considering the kids and his work schedule...that and the fact that we are getting old and tired) to finish it. The book was "Letters to Gabriel" by Karen Garver Santorum.

Basically, it was letters she wrote to her baby while pregnant. I highly recommend reading it. I won't go into all the details, but she ended up delivering Gabriel Michael prematurely at 20 weeks. He lived two hours. It has a wonderful prolife message in it, and is the story of a mother and her baby.

I was just amazed and related to it as a mother. Not a book I'd want to read while pregnant, though...I really don't cry that much normally, but pregnancy makes me weep over cereal commercials!

Laundry...

So, the penance I recieved at my last confession was to do a load of laundry lovingly, carefully, and with prayerfulness for the gift of my family. (I thought laundry for penance was a bit harsh considering I didn't have any mortal sins to confess...but I guess that just shows how much I like doing it!)

Now, I believe I may be the laziest person on the planet when it comes to laundry. I never did any until I was married, and made hubby do half of the laundry up until I became a housewife...When we lived in the city, we would wait until every last piece of clothing was dirty, then we would both go to the laundromat together and sit there for several hours with several triple load washers going. In fact, one time hubby insisted on going to Smiley's Laundromat on Colfax in Denver because he thought it would be more fun to go somewhere exciting to do laundry (it wasn't...trust me!)

I don't sort colors, I don't usually pretreat (I did with Eva's clothes when she was little, but for some reason, I washed her clothes alone...not different detergent or anything...) and I wash everything except diapers on cold/cold.

So, this laundry with love thing was difficult for me, to say the least. In fact, I thought that since I spend so little time or effort on the family laundry, I might use this penance as an opportunity to turn over a new leaf! So, I went and bought a Clorox bleach pen, and got a pretreater for set in stains called Zout. I did three loads of laundry after pretreating...I even checked the really badly stained clothes (mostly Eva's) to see if the stains came out, and if they didn't I hung them to dry. I even finished the drying, folding and putting away.

After doing those loads, I realized that our laundry room was pretty much useless for laundry because it had become a dumping ground for everything that we didn't know what to do with! So, hubby and I cleared out so much stuff that our dumpster was full on Sunday (our trash day is Thursday) so we've had to be very creative in trying to get the rest of our trash for the week out there!

So, I brought our two hampers into the laundry room, one for whites, one for everything else, and I am attempting to sort our laundry everyday. Whites do not get pretreated until I have a whole load. Colors get pretreated as I put them in the hamper. When I have a load, I do a load. I am hanging certain items to dry rather than just not caring and tossing them in the drier. So far, so good in terms of my resolution.

However, this resolution is conflicting with another one of my resolutions...We are in the process of paying off all our debts (mostly student loans) and have paid off $10,000 since August. We have under $2500 to go, so pretty much all excess money should be going to debt payment...but I desperately want a laundry sorter (rather than the two mismatched hampers) and a wall mounting drying rack...

Maybe I'll ask hubby for them for my birthday in August...

And of course, most importantly...

You Are Guinness

You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world. Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them. When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well. But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.

What's Your Beer Personality?

Not sure how accurate this one is...

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

What Temperment Are You?

Okay, this really shouldn't surprise anyone!

Your Geek Profile:

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I am alive!!!

Okay, so I really dropped the ball back in October of 2006...but 6 months later, I'm back! (There's a really good reason I didn't e-mail everyone I know with my blog address...but I think maybe I will to keep myself on top of posting!)

Charlotte was born November 11th with a scheduled c-section, thanks once again to breech positioning. She is a very sweet mama's girl now, and at five months is rolling all over and grabbing everything within reach. Mostly she drools on things she finds, or talks to them. Every night when we are trying to go to sleep, she sings an ode to her pacifier, as far as I can tell.

Eva is still as goofy as ever, and is a great big sister. She likes to help out when I need her (at least most of the time) and pretty much always wants to help me when I DON'T need help.

So, I am back, and I will actually go and e-mail some friends and family to let them know that I have a blog, in hopes that THAT will make me write in it!

Okay, I am officially a slacker...

Can't say I haven't blogged because nothing has been going on...that would be a lie...

I'm just tired and grumpy and huge and uncomfortable, and it is so much more theraputic to whine about it to hubby rather than blog about it!

So, I guess the big update is that at my 34 week appointment, my OB really thought that he felt a baby butt at the top of my uterus...but I asked him to take a look anyway, and sure enough...BABY IS BREECH!!!! Just my rotten luck! But, I had a feeling this kid was too. Also, no shot of genitals (in fact, the OB couldn't even get a femur measurement, but did irritate my scar from Eva!)

So, the plan is this...

No external version because OB doesn't suggest "mashing on the uterus" with a c-section scar.

Will try the webster chiropractic technique (of course, when I called today to make an appointment, turns out the chiropractor doesn't work on Fridays!)

Can't go up next week for that because we close on the house on Thursday

Won't go up at the beginning of the next week because I want to spend Halloween with Eva.

So, hopefully it will be November 1st for the first chiropractic technique, then again on the 2nd. Apparently, not on the 3rd, as the chiropractor doesn't work then!

Then, on the 3rd, I will have another appointment with OB, and we'll see what position Charlie is in.

Then, I guess I'll just spend the weekend up there, maybe meet with my doula. The next week, I may try up to three more treatments with the Webster technique. Then, at my 37 week appointment, I figure we will have one more ultrasound to confirm positioning.

If Charlie is still breech at that point, it will be scheduled c-section the next week (assuming I make it that far!)

I'm kind of wondering if I am just destined to have breech babies. My OB asked if my doc had mentioned me having a uterine abnormality...apparently, my OB standardly checks the uterus for certain abnormalities when he delivers a breech baby. I told him that I doubted anyone thought of it with as many things that went wrong with Eva's delivery!

So, I am not sure at all what is going to happen. The good news is, the chiropractic care will only have $15 per treatment copay, plus we will have to pay 10% (not as nice as the no copay no coinsurance on maternity services!). Also, we found out about length of stay. 48 hours with a vaginal delivery, or 96 hours for a c-section. So, at least if I have surgery, I'll have a lot of help for the first 4 days.

So, that's where I am...slightly disappointed, but at least there seems to be an end in sight (particularly if Charlie doesn't flip over!)

For the next week and a half, I'm going to try all the old wives tales...frozen peas on baby's head, handstands in the pool, pelvic tilts, etc.

Wish me luck!!!

It is 5:30 am...

...and I have been awake for a half hour...

This is NOT a good thing...however, I guess since I have a doc appointment in Denver, it is a "good thing" that I am up and getting ready to go. The exciting part is that hubby was able to get the day off work, so he gets to come with me to meet the "other doc", and then we are going to tour the hospital, at some point stop by my parents house to pick up a few things, and pick my SIL up at the airport (she's flying in for a week long visit between semesters, or whatever they are at her college...)

Now, if you think I am unhappy at the prospect of being up at 5:30...Just wait until we have to wake Eva up!!!! She's about as much of a morning person as me!!!

Here's hoping Charlie inherits that trait as well!

Last doc appt...

Okay, I am a slacker...

My last doc appointment was on the 7th, down here...I got to traumatize a med student...it was fun! Actually, I had my appointment and Eva's 2 year well child check (with one immunization) at the same time. The nurse took us back, and weighed us, etc. Then we waited (my MIL was nice enough to come down to help out with the appointment, so that I wouldn't have to deal with Eva and shots and prenatal crap all alone!) and heard my doc outside the door say "she's a high risk OB delivering in Denver and splitting prenatal care, and also a 2 year well child check"

In walks the poor med student...

Now, I like med students...it's just that perhaps I am not the patient to try to learn on! First, he looked at my chart and said something about needing a glucose tolerance test...so I told him that I had already spectacularly failed my 3 hour test, and to please not give me any glucola! Then, fortunately, he did not have as much trouble with the doppler as I expected (though much less proficient than my doc.) Heartbeat was good. He did my measurements. Now, my doc has some fabulous way of making me measure correctly (being twice a normal woman's weight in an unpregnant state does not make for good measurements while preggo!), so when I saw him at about 24 weeks, he said I measured right on (and wrote that on my chart.) So, this time, the med student determines that I am measuring at 32 (at week 28), so when I go back to my OB I'll probably have to explain that the difference in a month had more to do with different people measuring than me growing that much! Not to mention since my weight stayed the same, I have a feeling it was mostly measurement problems!

All else went fine (although appointments with med students take a long time, as they have to figure things out...) then my doc had to come in and chat with us to make sure everything was okay (and to ask me about my sugar numbers) and finally, the nurse came in with Eva's immunization. Well, I thought that between me, my MIL and the nurse, we had Eva held down well enough, but she squirmed really badly, and the needle fell out of her arm, so she had to be poked twice...though the sticker and the sucker did help make up for that!

The good news is that she is done with immunizations until between ages 4 and 6...the bad news is, she probably should get a flu shot this year, with Charlie on the way, and she will have to go in twice (and have half a dose at each visit) since it will be her first flu shot!

Anyhow, thought I should post about this appointment before I go meet Dr. Foust (I am NOT kidding...that is my OBs partner's name!!! If I were that man, I would have changed it, but I guess there are probably lots of people who don't get it...) on Wednesday!

One house down...

One to go!!!

So, here is the deal...we closed on our old house, and managed to get a little money back out of it (YEAH!) which is great since it was on the market for 9-10 months. So, we are down to one house. We extended our bridge loan until December 1st, and then we will have to get a permanent mortgage on this house.

BUT...in February, theoretically, we will be moving back to the farm and hubby will be farming with his family. (By theoretically, I mean, I have no idea how much we will get paid or the benefits we will get...I do know what house we will be living in out there, as one of hubby's cousins and her hubby currently live there and are in the process of getting a new house...)

SO...come January, we will probably put this house on the market. The fun part of that is that we still have plenty of finishing work to do on this house!!! So, here is our schedule for the next couple of months...

November-have a baby and close on a permanent mortgage
December-get used to having new baby, have a baptism and celebrate Christmas

January-lose mind, list house, deal with infant and toddler, hope to find a buyer quickly...oh, and get an official start date for the farm!

February-give two weeks notice, start moving, and start new life as farmer's wife...

ARGHHH!!!! Just a little stress on the horizon! Hopefully, I won't have to add "recover from major surgery" to the list...

I am tired...

I am tired of poking my finger four times a day...I am tired of not being able to get a good night of sleep...I am tired of having to go to the bathroom every hour...I am tired of being kicked from the inside...I am tired of having to hoist myself out of chairs...and I am tired of my entire body aching!!!

Is it a bad thing when you start thinking "well, I'll be 36 weeks the week of Halloween...that's not too early to have this kid!!!" When you are due November 26 and start thinking that October sounds like a good month to have this baby...is that a problem????

"Yippe ki yo ki yeah! Today is your special day!!"

"Yippie ki yeah ki you...today we celebrate you-ou-ou!"

(For those of you who don't spend 3/4 of your life listening to Veggie Tales...that is the birthday song from "The Ballad of Little Joe!)

Today my sweet little baby girl is 2 years old!!! I have no idea where the time went! At the same time she has grown so very much...it almost makes me sad that she is growing so fast!

So, Happy Birthday Eva Majella!!! I love you!!!

"If you have any poo...fling it now!"

Okay, so if you haven't seen Madagascar, or been in my living room recently, maybe this title makes no sense.

PLEASE tell me that this is a sign that Eva will soon be ready to potty train!

She just wandered in here (to the kitchen, where our computer is located) wearing her t-shirt she slept in, but no pants or diaper...So, I went to investigate the diaper HOPING it was just wet and that is why she took it off...no such luck...poopy pants!

Now, this is the first time she has taken her diaper off when it has been poopy. However, yesterday, I noticed that she was sticking her hands down her pants and I told her it was time for a diaper change. Another poopy diaper then, and poop on the hands, of course...

It's been a couple of weeks since the last poo flinging incident (I mean, really flinging) where she was still in her diaper (which was poopy) but had smeared poop all over the carpet, furniture (one time) and herself...

I just don't ever want to deal with THAT again...nothing like being hugely pregnant and bathing a poopy toddler, keeping the dog from licking the poo smeared into the carpet, and using our teeny tiny spot lifter (that we got when our little pug dog was a puppy...) to basically steam clean half the living room...

Oh, and her diaper today was great, as last night we put up a 50 lb feedsack full of sweet corn, so she ate a little over a cob of corn while we were husking it on the porch. Great to see chunky corn in her diaper this morning...

191...

Well, I could have posted this almost a week ago...but I would say that 191 is spectacularly flunking ones glucose tolerance screening test...

Yep, 191...the only problem is I can't figure out if that is about the same test result I got with Eva, or if I didn't flunk as badly last time (after living off white bread and lunch meat sandwiches and peanut M&Ms for 10 days beforehand...)

So, I put off my 3 hour test until next Monday. It just wasn't going to work out with our schedule this week. Sunday we had breakfast with our new priest after Mass...so I guess I technically could have driven up after that and taken the test yesterday. Of course, today is a Holy Day of Obligation, so I didn't want to either 1)try to make it home in time for Mass, 2)find a Mass somewhere along the way or 3)have to worry about making it to diabetic counseling AND a Mass. Of course, I could go up Wed and have the test on Thursday (my b-day) or on Thursday and have the test on Friday...but either having my test on my birthday or spending the evening of my birthday with my parents instead of hubby and toddler monster doesn't sound like too much fun. So, as it stands, I will be going up on Sunday afternoon. I will have my first prenatal appointment with my doula that evening at my parent's house (of course, I still have to fess up that we are hiring a doula...and that she will be coming to their house...) with my test at 8 am on Monday morning. And if I do need diabetic counseling (which I am pretty sure I will!) they will try to get me in that afternoon at the hospital where I will be delivering...

You know you live in a hick town when...

...the entire town apparently shuts down for your town's "day" at the county fair...

So, my MIL had to drop off my FIL in our town, and was going to come over and spend a portion of the day with us. Hubby has to work this morning, but hopefully will have the afternoon off. What was great about my MIL showing up is that I needed to do my glucose tolerance screening test. So, after she got here at nine with no coffee (because the coffee shop was closed!) and some paint color samples (which she had to take from the store because they were closing up shop for the fair) I left to go to the clinic to get my test done...

The clinic is closed for fair...so I popped into the hospital (which, thankfully, is attached to the clinic) and they were able to do my test. I should have results tomorrow (YEAH!!! sort of, anyway...) On the way home, I noticed the daycare and the swimming pool both appear to be closed, along with at least half the businesses on main street.

My MIL was supposed to pick up 1600 lbs of hamburger for the farm, but it turns out that the packing plant is ALSO closed today for fair. Fortunately, one of the guys at the packing plant was in town still, so MIL had to go get the meat and head home before the last packing plant guy left for the fair...

So, hopefully, if hubby DOES actually have the afternoon off, we will give her a call and meet her in HER town for lunch, then hubby will be able to borrow his dad's pickup truck for the day and finish cleaning out the garage at our old house that we will hopefully not own come September 15th!

WHEW!!! All this because of the county fair...

Doctors appointments and class reunions...

Okay, have I mentioned lately that pregnancy sucks???

I have been up since 4 am (VERY early for a non-morning person!) when Eva decided she needed a drink. She went back to sleep...hubby went back to sleep...I desperately wanted to get back to sleep...

I guess that Eva will get to watch some Saturday morning cartoons while I nap on the couch (I'm sure to be sleepy by the time she wakes up!) since hubby has to work the long shift today.

After hubby gets off work, we get to head up to his hometown so I can get to a baby shower for his cousin and her new baby girl followed by hubby's class reunion dinner. (Sadly, we have to miss golf at 9 am because of work, and we'll also miss the family picnic at 11am.)

So, I am at 23 and 6 today...yesterday I called to make a doctor's appointment for next week here in town. Sadly, my doc was headed on vacation today, and would be gone for almost two weeks (Rumor around town is that they are going to the Caribbean...) but they had an appointment available at 12:30! So, I took the appointment so that I could get the order for my glucose tolerance test (since the OBs office freaked out when I said I hadn't done it until about 27 weeks with Eva) and get it taken care of next week.

Hubby was supposed to go back to work at 12:30, but his boss told him it was no problem for him to wait until I was done with my appointment. So, since Eva usually naps around 12:30ish, she stayed home with her dad while I went to the doctor.

All is fine with Charlie...good heartbeat, and apparently I am measuring "right on" (which must have taken some serious fat manipulation...as women my size tend to measure big...) Still trying to work out/figure out when I will see who for the remainder of this pregnancy. If all goes well with my glucose test, I'll be up in Denver in a month, and back down here in six weeks.

I've gained about 17 lbs so far...so not great, but not terrible either (since I gained over 60 with Eva, I'm really hoping to gain far less with Charlie) but since I am not supposed to gain more than 25 lbs, that means I have 8 lbs of wiggle room in the next 13 to 18 weeks...so not much room there for gaining. I really need to get back on track for exercise. Two things have really seriously contributed to my not exercising. One, I broke my little toe about 2 months ago....it is better now, of course, but it did keep me from exercising for about a month. Two, my very sweet parents gave us money to put in central air for my birthday...and that pretty much ended any ambition to leave the house and head to the rec center to walk on the track with the big fans blowing...

In discussing my OB, my doc here asked about the location. When I told him it was in Cherry Creek (read, ritzy part of Denver, if you aren't a Coloradan!) he teased me about driving my Mercedes there, then asked if we had taken Eva to the Cherry Creek Mall. They have a terrific play area there that is all breakfast foods. So kids get to jump around on bacon and waffles and cereal and sliced bananas, etc. Of course, during my longest appointment, my MIL and mother took Eva over there to play, which she loved. She pounded on the other kids, etc. Well, then my doc told me that a couple of years ago, his daughter was the first confirmed case of influenza in our area. Apparently, they had been at another Denver area mall with a play area with dinosaurs. He came around the corner to see her LICKING the dinosaur...then she came down with the flu. Lesson learned...watch your children closely during flu season, and keep them from licking the mall play equipment! (I can just see Eva doing it, too!)

So, all is well with "Charlie baby" (as Eva likes to say!) and all is well with me for now...of course, come Monday when I have to take my glucose tolerance test, I guess we'll just have to wait and see!

7 years ago today...

My fiancee was house-sitting for his boss...got a flat tire...found out that his spare was flat...had to call in to work at McDonald's and let them know that he wasn't going to make it in...I missed my 7:00 am economics class, and we decided to make the day better by getting married!

We went to work (once the tire situation was taken care of) moving as much of my stuff out of my parent's house as we could (just in case they took the news very badly...) Went to the DMV to get a marriage license (after we got the paperwork in, my dear hick of a husband asked if we just went in back to get married...) went to the courthouse to find out when we could get married. We tried to call some friends to find witnesses, changed into nicer clothes, bought a disposable camera, and had dinner at McDonald's (what can I say? They had one of the Monopoly games going at the time! Plus, it was in our budget!)

We arrived at the courthouse right after the workday was over, and headed up to the judge. The two clerks served as our witnesses (and one of them even was willing to be our photographer!) and we were legally joined as man and wife. (Now, about six months later we had our marriage blessed by the church)

My parents took it better than expected...my in laws were fine with it...and I spent that night at my parent's home with my dad, as hubby still had to house sit for one more night!

I love you, sweetie!!!

Doctor's Appointment...

Okay, first of all, I would just like to say that I am hot and I don't feel good, and I am feeling rather miserable!!!

That being said, I thought I should at least do an update on my last doctors appointment (which was a week ago, today!)

Eva and I stayed the night at my in-laws last monday so that my MIL wouldn't have to drive through construction to pick me up AND drive through construction to get up to Denver (go figure, out of four roads out of our town, two of them are currently under construction...the one between here and the in laws, and the one that is the route to Denver with bathrooms rather than fields in an emergency...) Of course, we still managed to get a later start than anticipated, so I had to call the doula I was interviewing to let her know that we would be about 30 minutes late.

Got to the Barnes & Noble with Starbucks that I was meeting her at, but sadly, since we were rushed for time, I got to look at no books and drink no starbucks...What a bummer!

So, I talked to the doula and she seems really good, so I went ahead and hired her, I guess! I mean, we'll sign the contract at my first prenatal visit, which is up in the air until I have a firmer idea of when I will next be up in Denver for a doctor's appointment! She is a hypnobabies instructor, and is working on getting certified as a Bradley instructor, so that is good news. She also is anti-lamaze breathing...and since I hated the lamaze-type breathing we were instructed in (but never got to use) with Eva, I am much more into the relaxation/natural breathing concept. I guess that I'll just write more after my first prenatal visit with her, when we determine what I think I would like to try!

So, got to the doctor's office and had the ultrasound with the nurse practitioner...everything looks good. She kept raving about what a great picture of the heart she was getting (with Eva, I almost got sent to a fetal heart specialist for no reason...) and Charlie is measuring right on! Eva was very excited to see the screen (not so excited to be in a doctor's office!) and when the ultrasound was over, she kept saying "more baby!!! More baby!!!!"

The nurse practitioner kept TRYING to find out Charlie's gender...but I guess I'm having another modest kiddo! Feet were right in front of the genitals, and she couldn't see anything from a back view, so she said that if she had to guess, she would guess it is another girl...but as she didn't see ANYTHING, it would just be a guess!

I didn't even ask her to try to find out...I guess it must be standard, unless you state at the beginning "don't tell me!!!"

As for how my prenatal care is going to work from here, it will be every other visit. So, at 24 weeks, I go here, and am supposed to get my glucose tolerance test. If I pass the one hour screening (which I am doubting I will, but I guess it could happen!) I will go to Denver for 28 weeks, here for 30, there for 32, here for 34, and there for 36. Since my doc down here thinks that I should be living in Denver starting at 36 weeks, he probably will not want to see me down here past 36, so all subsequent appointments would be in Denver...

Of course, if I flunk the one hour test, I am wanted up in Denver ASAP for the 3 hour screening. And if I fail the 3 hour, I'll have to go up to meet with a diabetic counselor! So, I am HOPING that in that case, I'll be able to do several appointments down here before 36 weeks...but who knows how this is going to work!!!

Next appointment in Denver is set at 28 weeks with the other doctor in the practice, so that I get a chance to meet him sometime before I go into labor!!!

So, there was my fun appointment...as one of my math teachers always liked to say "clear as mud, isn't it?"

To find out, or not to find out...

That is the question I am really struggling with.

Now, with Eva...we didn't want to know the gender....and she didn't want us to know either, so it worked out really well.

However, there is a part of me that needs to be prepared if this next one is a male child...I mean, having to deal with little boy parts in a diaper is going to be a shock to my system after almost 2 years of little girl parts in diapers...

It's not so much the "I want to get appropriate clothes" argument...I have to many psycho relatives chomping at the bit to buy baby clothes to care...

It's not the "I will feel a closer bond to the child if I find out the sex" argument...as I really don't care overall...

It's not even the "how will I decorate the nursery if I don't know whether to paint it pink or blue" argument, as Charlie will live in our room for a long time, and then move in with Eva for a long time in her already gender neutral (red) room...

And it's not the argument we could make about "we need to start planning for a move to a bigger house in about 5 years if it is a boy child, since we live in a two bedroom house"...I just can't handle planning that far in advance (and we've never lived anywhere for more than 3 years in our 7 years of married life anyway, so I won't assume we will still be here in 5 years!)

It's really all about the diapers...

How sad is that???

Hiring a doula...

As I have mentioned before, I am going to have to deliver Charlie up in Denver. That's about 3 1/2 hours by car. My doc down here is all for me living up with my mom and dad starting at 36 weeks. My doc up there thinks I should be fine at home until I go into labor. I am thinking about taking the middle ground, and moving up there at about 38 weeks (assuming no labor before then!)

Now, I will just put this bluntly...I do NOT want to go live with my parents...there is a reason I got married and moved out...we do not live well together. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents...it's just that they are so much easier to love when they are at least 3 1/2 hours away!

My mom, who is very thoughtful in a scary kind of way, made a comment when they recently visited. She said that since my hubby will be down here at work most likely when I go into labor, that she would be there for me at the hospital. She said she'd even take the day off work. Now, I know that this is going to sound ungrateful...but I really hope she doesn't! My mom is a very good teacher...but a very annoying nurse (she likes to hover). At the hospital, there will be professional nurses, who will have more important things to do than harass me constantly. I pretty much like to be left alone. I don't feel a great need to "bond" with everyone I meet. (My mom will strike up a conversation in the grocery store line with a complete stranger...Eva does it too...but I just am NOT that social!) That's probably one of the reasons I've never found a female doctor that I liked...because so many women like women doctors who can relate to them. I relate better to male doctors. Let me know if there is something I need to know, but otherwise, just do your thing and get out!

So, perhaps I am not the ideal candidate for hiring a doula. After all, they are supposed to help make the mom comfortable. I'm hoping that I can find a doula willing to do this with a minimum of conversation.

So, there is no doubt that after my experience with Eva, I am normal in terms of being terrified of labor. In many ways, it would be a lot easier if I knew my hubby would be present when I thought I was going into labor...it would at least avoid embarrassing trips to the hospital by myself (or worse, with my mom!) So, hopefully by having a doula to call, I'll be able to avoid those situations.

So, I just ordered a used book off of Amazon about Doulas (preggo brain has already made me forget the title!), and on Tuesday (the day of my 20 week ultrasound...more on that later!) I am going to meet with one doula who seemed the best via e-mail and her website (doesn't have tons of experience, but has had at least one VBAC and one plus sized client) to see if I want to hire her. I really want to want to hire her (if that makes any sense) because the whole "searching for a doula" thing is getting old really fast!

The good news about doulas in Colorado, though, is I was afraid they'd all be earth goddess hippies from the People's Republic of Boulder...but EVERY single one I contacted had a Christian (to some extent...there was one Mormon, which I would not technically consider Christian) background. Of course, the only Catholic said she had no religious philosophy and worked with all kinds of mothers (pagan, lesbian, etc.) but that she was a practicing Catholic...I didn't get a very good vibe from her anyway...but I really would prefer a protestant to a cafeteria Catholic...

Heaven...

Okay, I am enjoying a moment of heaven...

I am having lunch, and for lunch today I am having my college breakfast (best meal of the day for me then...)

Nothing, and I repeat, nothing is better than a toasted onion bagel smothered in cream cheese accompanied by a diet coke...

Okay, in college it was generally an untoasted plain bagel (hard to find a toaster or onion bagel on campus) and a regular coke (had to have caffeine and sugar before those 8 am accounting classes!) And I guess I have to fess up that I now use the low-fat cream cheese with the unpronounceable and unspellible name...

But still...it's heaven!!!