Tomorrow, Tuesday, kicks off week 13 of our pregnancy, and I'm excited! I know, it doesn't take much, huh? I'm excited because I remember not too long ago, we were at 9 weeks, and looking forward to this week, because now Jeremy Jr is...
"about 3 inches long crown to rump — roughly the size of a jumbo shrimp — and weighs just about an ounce. Despite the small proportions, there's a fully formed baby inside your womb now. Much more proportional than it was a few weeks ago, his head is now only about a third the size of his body. His tiny, unique fingerprints are already in place. His kidneys and urinary tract are functional, and he's starting to urinate out the amniotic fluid he's been swallowing. As you start your second trimester, most of your baby's critical development will be completed, and your odds of miscarriage will drop considerably."
So, of course, I'm like, "WOW! Time's flying by!" And then I look at the calendar and see that December/Jan is still very much a ways away, but that's okay. We've made it through another month, and slowly but surely, our baby is making himself/herself and will be here in no time (or at least I hope so!)
Right now, I'm taking curtains down from our old apt, and waiting for the Chinese delivery to get here. I had Chinese for lunch, too, but my choices were limited to that or pizza. We're gonna be having pizza all day wednesday and thursday, probably, so I said, "What the heck!" and ordered sweet n sour chicken combination plate, fried dumplings, wonton soup, and I think I ordered crab rangoon, too... Not sure. I figure I've got one week left before we hit Trimester #2, and I've only gained maybe 2 lbs so far, which means LAST CHANCE TO EAT JUNK! Next week starts a healthier Wilcox clan. :-)
Jeremy's playing poker with the guys right now. The gals and I went out earlier for lunch, and then to Kris' for tea. So I couldn't give Jeremy too much of a guilt trip for leaving right after he got home from work--I got a quick hug and a kiss and that's it. He'd better win something! (And then use that money to buy something for me!)
Alright, back to work. :-)
Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Just chillin'.
We are just taking it easy this weekend. Our apartment is in a state of disrepair at the moment. We had the boys and my Mom over this week to pack our stuff (at $5 a box, they made quite a bit of pocket change). So we're nearly completely packed, just need to do a few more things around the house, and the bedroom (our clothes and such).
We're picking up the truck on Wednesday morning to be loaded up that evening. Originally, we were trying to have movers come and do it all, but they wanted a lot of money, and weren't willing to be flexible with us (we're in a high rise right now, so we need to reserve the elevator, which was completely booked up on Thursday and Friday morning... oi vey), so screw it, we'll do it ourselves. Pray everything goes well!
Thursday is also my birthday, and like many other birthdays I've had in recent years, it will be filled with non-fun things to do, but that's okay. The goal is to be done loading up the truck by 1 or 2, and then chilling the rest of the day.
Jeremy and I are flying to Tallahassee next Sunday to visit good ole Todd & Paige. Hopefully they have some nice weather, and I don't get grossed out by swimming in something other than a cement-bottom pond. :-) I don't like the feeling of mud squishing between my toes when I'm walking around. Too many creepy crawlers. Will hafta get some of those water shoes at Walmart for like $5.
We got some sun this weekend. Jeremy's a lobster. :-) Let's hope that gets better soon.
We're picking up the truck on Wednesday morning to be loaded up that evening. Originally, we were trying to have movers come and do it all, but they wanted a lot of money, and weren't willing to be flexible with us (we're in a high rise right now, so we need to reserve the elevator, which was completely booked up on Thursday and Friday morning... oi vey), so screw it, we'll do it ourselves. Pray everything goes well!
Thursday is also my birthday, and like many other birthdays I've had in recent years, it will be filled with non-fun things to do, but that's okay. The goal is to be done loading up the truck by 1 or 2, and then chilling the rest of the day.
Jeremy and I are flying to Tallahassee next Sunday to visit good ole Todd & Paige. Hopefully they have some nice weather, and I don't get grossed out by swimming in something other than a cement-bottom pond. :-) I don't like the feeling of mud squishing between my toes when I'm walking around. Too many creepy crawlers. Will hafta get some of those water shoes at Walmart for like $5.
We got some sun this weekend. Jeremy's a lobster. :-) Let's hope that gets better soon.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
One week to go!
Yay! In a little over a week, we'll be settling in our new home in Tyson's Corner. Good--I'm getting sick of this place. Since hurting my back (which is feeling much better, btw) I haven't done a whole lot to keep this place tidy, so it's really bugging me. The Boyz (James n' Stephin) are coming over today to pack us all up--they're determined to do it all before tomorrow so my Mom doesn't come and start earning money they could have been making! :-) We'll see...
Jeremy's busy busy busy this week. So busy, he forgot to say bye to me this morning... :-( He just walked out the door on his cell phone, locked up and went on his way.
Oh, but then he came back in and I thought to myself, "Awww... he came back to say goodbye!".
Nope.
He came back to ask if we had an umbrella. And then left again. >:-( Oh well. Se la vie...
So I'm still home this week, until at least Thursday when I see an Orthapedic Surgeon. We'll see what he says about me going back to work then.
I'm a little irked with my OB, though. I've been calling them for a week trying to get them to give me a Dr's note for my boss, and they haven't yet. Either they don't call me back, or the Dr's not in, or the office is closed (they told me to call back Monday, but they were closed? Grrrr!) so on and so forth. I'm surprised I haven't been fired yet (it would have been their fault!) My boss is a good guy, but sheesh... Gotta give him something!
I'm starting to think that next time we get preggers, I'm gonna hire a midwife and do a home delivery--takes all the hassle outta dr's, and long office waits, and stupid hospitals that strap you up with all sorts of monitors and such... We'll see. That just means I'll hafta find a good general practitioner for those other moments. I didn't really care for the old GP that Jeremy had, but y'know what? If I had a problem, they could see me that day! Not, NEXT WEEK!
Okay, I'm done. Byeeee!
Jeremy's busy busy busy this week. So busy, he forgot to say bye to me this morning... :-( He just walked out the door on his cell phone, locked up and went on his way.
Oh, but then he came back in and I thought to myself, "Awww... he came back to say goodbye!".
Nope.
He came back to ask if we had an umbrella. And then left again. >:-( Oh well. Se la vie...
So I'm still home this week, until at least Thursday when I see an Orthapedic Surgeon. We'll see what he says about me going back to work then.
I'm a little irked with my OB, though. I've been calling them for a week trying to get them to give me a Dr's note for my boss, and they haven't yet. Either they don't call me back, or the Dr's not in, or the office is closed (they told me to call back Monday, but they were closed? Grrrr!) so on and so forth. I'm surprised I haven't been fired yet (it would have been their fault!) My boss is a good guy, but sheesh... Gotta give him something!
I'm starting to think that next time we get preggers, I'm gonna hire a midwife and do a home delivery--takes all the hassle outta dr's, and long office waits, and stupid hospitals that strap you up with all sorts of monitors and such... We'll see. That just means I'll hafta find a good general practitioner for those other moments. I didn't really care for the old GP that Jeremy had, but y'know what? If I had a problem, they could see me that day! Not, NEXT WEEK!
Okay, I'm done. Byeeee!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Rant!
Today's rant includes random people at stores telling you what to do, bogus uses ofKatrina/Rita relief debit cards, and a small Philly cheese steak house that's causing uber controversy.
First, the random person. Yesterday, I was working at a Target at 10 in the morning. I had finished what I was there to do, paid for a few items I needed to purchase (binders, father's day card, etc), and proceededto the Guest Service desk to sign myself out. I had all my stuff in my cart, my pullbag for work in the cart itself, my purse and purchase in the seat.
I parked my cart right behind me, so as to not get in the way of others there (though the only ones there at the time were two Target associates behind GS, two in the photo lab [in front of which my cart was parked], and one wandering employee waiting for me to walk to the counter and back to say something.)
I do my thing, sign out, start to walk back to the cart, and the wandering employee says to me, "You know, you shouldn't leave your purse like that, stupid!" (she didn't say stupid, but the way she spoke, she might as well have!)
Stunned and a bit annoyed, I simply responded with, "I was right there..." kinda nonchanantly, hoping that would pacify her. She quipped back, "Doesn't matter," while shaking her head.
For those of you who know me understand that I don't like being told what to do, especially by some stranger in a Target. I probably would have had more patience for her had she changed her tone from that of something condescending, to that of a gentle, caring scold, maybe a, "Oh honey, watch your purse, you wouldn't want something to happen to it."
However, since she didn't, I getting a bit irked by standing there. Feeling the blood rise to my head, I quickly said, "Okay, thank you!" as sweetly as I could manage, while still being a bit sarcastic, and quickly walked out.
I guess my annoyance with these types of folks stems from the fact that IT WAS NONE OF HER FREAKING BUSINESS! Go be someone else's mother, I've got one of my own already, thank you very much. I fear people like this when I have kids... Everyone's got an opinion of how things should be done, such as how to hold a bottle, how to burp, how to change a diaper, and I'll be darned if I'm gonna take advice from some random stranger in a Target, or Wal-Mart or wherever! Unless someone is in danger, like the kid is leaning kinda far outta the cart or something, and I didn't notice, LEAVE ME ALONE AND KEEP YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF! (Keep in mind, I'm only referring to the random people I don't know, not those I do know who give their comments with love and care behind them.)
/rant#1
Rant #2
This article caught my eye as I was surfing this morning. FEMA funds spent on divorce, sex change. Apparently, federal investigators are estimating some $16 million, up to $1.4 billion wash spent on bogus stuff, like NFL season tickets, all-inclusive vacations, adult erotica, Dom Perignon champagne, etc.
What I don't understand is why there weren't restrictions placed on these cards, that would limit them to being used only for food, clothing, and housing needs (though those are being abused as well)?! I mean, when I won a Vendor of the Month contest while working at Tyson's Corner, I received an $800 AMEX card that only worked at restaurants--it worked in the food court, but not at the Smoothie King. I doubt it was terribly difficult for them to set that up. SO WHY ISN'T FEMA DOING IT WITH THESE AID CARDS?! I mean, last I heard, food stamps still only worked at certain places, and could only be used for certain items. Really, how difficult can this be??
I do understand, though, that FEMA wasn't quite as prepared as we all would have liked them to be for the disasters nearly a year ago, and they did the best they could, and there are honest people out there using their cards for the purposes intended, but c'mon... They sent 13 checks to one address because someone applied for aid using 13 different ssn's. And they sent checks to inmates IN PRISON!
Oh well... what can you do.
/rant#2
#3! Philadelphia "English-Only" Eatery faces probe
I'm behind this guy 100%. I believe this is simply another case of "Enough if enough!" Before ya harp on me, let me explain.
This guy, Joseph Vento, runs a cheesesteak place in Philly, and 6 mos ago put up a sign that says, "This is America--When ordering, speak English." Now, I agree the wording may sound a bit harsh, but I understand his frustrations.
When I worked in retail, it was difficult and frustrating not only for me, but for the customers themselves who came in and couldn't speak english. I couldn't figure out what they were looking for, how to help them find it, couldn't sell them anything extra, like warranties, or controllers, etc. And it was frustrating for them, because they couldn't communicate to me what it is they were looking for, so they usually left empty handed.
Occasionly, there'd be another customer in the store who would help translate, or sometimes I'd be lucky enough to have someone on staff who could help them. But it is kinda difficult to operate business when you have a language barrier like that.
That being said, when you sell only one thing, like Cheesesteaks, I can see how you could use that to encourage people who have difficulting speaking english a chance to practice or learn something helpful to them. And it's not like they're discriminating against those who can't speak it! They work with the customer, and help them order, and then give them their food--no one was turned away, or refused business. No one was discriminated against.
I like Vento's quote in the article--he nails it on the head when he says, "If you don't speak English, the sign means nothing." EXACTLY! It's not like they can understand it anyways! And when they get up to order, they're walked through the ordering process in English, and then move on! Not that big of a deal!
It's amazing what people get bent outta shape over. I mean, seriously, find a fight worth fighting. If he were turning away non-english speaking customers, I could understand the outrage. But for this? Grow up people!
/RANT#3
First, the random person. Yesterday, I was working at a Target at 10 in the morning. I had finished what I was there to do, paid for a few items I needed to purchase (binders, father's day card, etc), and proceededto the Guest Service desk to sign myself out. I had all my stuff in my cart, my pullbag for work in the cart itself, my purse and purchase in the seat.
I parked my cart right behind me, so as to not get in the way of others there (though the only ones there at the time were two Target associates behind GS, two in the photo lab [in front of which my cart was parked], and one wandering employee waiting for me to walk to the counter and back to say something.)
I do my thing, sign out, start to walk back to the cart, and the wandering employee says to me, "You know, you shouldn't leave your purse like that, stupid!" (she didn't say stupid, but the way she spoke, she might as well have!)
Stunned and a bit annoyed, I simply responded with, "I was right there..." kinda nonchanantly, hoping that would pacify her. She quipped back, "Doesn't matter," while shaking her head.
For those of you who know me understand that I don't like being told what to do, especially by some stranger in a Target. I probably would have had more patience for her had she changed her tone from that of something condescending, to that of a gentle, caring scold, maybe a, "Oh honey, watch your purse, you wouldn't want something to happen to it."
However, since she didn't, I getting a bit irked by standing there. Feeling the blood rise to my head, I quickly said, "Okay, thank you!" as sweetly as I could manage, while still being a bit sarcastic, and quickly walked out.
I guess my annoyance with these types of folks stems from the fact that IT WAS NONE OF HER FREAKING BUSINESS! Go be someone else's mother, I've got one of my own already, thank you very much. I fear people like this when I have kids... Everyone's got an opinion of how things should be done, such as how to hold a bottle, how to burp, how to change a diaper, and I'll be darned if I'm gonna take advice from some random stranger in a Target, or Wal-Mart or wherever! Unless someone is in danger, like the kid is leaning kinda far outta the cart or something, and I didn't notice, LEAVE ME ALONE AND KEEP YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF! (Keep in mind, I'm only referring to the random people I don't know, not those I do know who give their comments with love and care behind them.)
/rant#1
Rant #2
This article caught my eye as I was surfing this morning. FEMA funds spent on divorce, sex change. Apparently, federal investigators are estimating some $16 million, up to $1.4 billion wash spent on bogus stuff, like NFL season tickets, all-inclusive vacations, adult erotica, Dom Perignon champagne, etc.
What I don't understand is why there weren't restrictions placed on these cards, that would limit them to being used only for food, clothing, and housing needs (though those are being abused as well)?! I mean, when I won a Vendor of the Month contest while working at Tyson's Corner, I received an $800 AMEX card that only worked at restaurants--it worked in the food court, but not at the Smoothie King. I doubt it was terribly difficult for them to set that up. SO WHY ISN'T FEMA DOING IT WITH THESE AID CARDS?! I mean, last I heard, food stamps still only worked at certain places, and could only be used for certain items. Really, how difficult can this be??
I do understand, though, that FEMA wasn't quite as prepared as we all would have liked them to be for the disasters nearly a year ago, and they did the best they could, and there are honest people out there using their cards for the purposes intended, but c'mon... They sent 13 checks to one address because someone applied for aid using 13 different ssn's. And they sent checks to inmates IN PRISON!
Oh well... what can you do.
/rant#2
#3! Philadelphia "English-Only" Eatery faces probe
I'm behind this guy 100%. I believe this is simply another case of "Enough if enough!" Before ya harp on me, let me explain.
This guy, Joseph Vento, runs a cheesesteak place in Philly, and 6 mos ago put up a sign that says, "This is America--When ordering, speak English." Now, I agree the wording may sound a bit harsh, but I understand his frustrations.
When I worked in retail, it was difficult and frustrating not only for me, but for the customers themselves who came in and couldn't speak english. I couldn't figure out what they were looking for, how to help them find it, couldn't sell them anything extra, like warranties, or controllers, etc. And it was frustrating for them, because they couldn't communicate to me what it is they were looking for, so they usually left empty handed.
Occasionly, there'd be another customer in the store who would help translate, or sometimes I'd be lucky enough to have someone on staff who could help them. But it is kinda difficult to operate business when you have a language barrier like that.
That being said, when you sell only one thing, like Cheesesteaks, I can see how you could use that to encourage people who have difficulting speaking english a chance to practice or learn something helpful to them. And it's not like they're discriminating against those who can't speak it! They work with the customer, and help them order, and then give them their food--no one was turned away, or refused business. No one was discriminated against.
I like Vento's quote in the article--he nails it on the head when he says, "If you don't speak English, the sign means nothing." EXACTLY! It's not like they can understand it anyways! And when they get up to order, they're walked through the ordering process in English, and then move on! Not that big of a deal!
It's amazing what people get bent outta shape over. I mean, seriously, find a fight worth fighting. If he were turning away non-english speaking customers, I could understand the outrage. But for this? Grow up people!
/RANT#3
Monday, June 12, 2006
January 3rd, 2007
The official due date of Baby Wilcox! Originally, we were thinking the 7th... Then the 5th, but I'll take the 3rd! And more than likely, it'll be December 20-something, since even the nurse understands Jeremy's desire to get the tax break. Maybe we'll take that extra portion of our refund and put in a college fund for the "kids". We'll see!
I went to the Dr's today, and got to hear the Baby's heartbeat for the first time (we kinda saw it/heard it when we had our sonogram, but I was busy watching the screen, I didn't really pay attention). The Dr was surprised, because you usually can't hear the heartbeat until 12 weeks, and we're about 10.5 right now. I guess we're just special. :-)
Right now, I really feel like this whole pregnancy thing is taking too long--I really want to be at the "showing" stage, so I can start parking in the "expectant mothers and mothers with newborns" spots at the mall (would get too many weird looks now). And of course, I'm looking forward to the "kicking" and "moving" that goes along with it. Currently, we're working on the whole moving thing, and getting a mover settled, and ordering boxes for packing. My Mom and brothers are gonna help us pack (for $5 a box), so hopefully I'll be able to leave for work one day, and come back to a packed apt! I really am trying to not do too much so I don't aggrevate my back (all my Dr said about it was take it easy and lay low--and try Tylenol--expect it to flare up again... sigh...) So! I'll be taking it easy. Painting day is on my b-day, the 29th, for which my Aunt and Cousin will be in town (maybe my Aunt and I can go out for a bit while the painting is going on [again, Mom and Bro's painting], since I'm supposed to stay away).
Craziness!
I went to the Dr's today, and got to hear the Baby's heartbeat for the first time (we kinda saw it/heard it when we had our sonogram, but I was busy watching the screen, I didn't really pay attention). The Dr was surprised, because you usually can't hear the heartbeat until 12 weeks, and we're about 10.5 right now. I guess we're just special. :-)
Right now, I really feel like this whole pregnancy thing is taking too long--I really want to be at the "showing" stage, so I can start parking in the "expectant mothers and mothers with newborns" spots at the mall (would get too many weird looks now). And of course, I'm looking forward to the "kicking" and "moving" that goes along with it. Currently, we're working on the whole moving thing, and getting a mover settled, and ordering boxes for packing. My Mom and brothers are gonna help us pack (for $5 a box), so hopefully I'll be able to leave for work one day, and come back to a packed apt! I really am trying to not do too much so I don't aggrevate my back (all my Dr said about it was take it easy and lay low--and try Tylenol--expect it to flare up again... sigh...) So! I'll be taking it easy. Painting day is on my b-day, the 29th, for which my Aunt and Cousin will be in town (maybe my Aunt and I can go out for a bit while the painting is going on [again, Mom and Bro's painting], since I'm supposed to stay away).
Craziness!
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Taking a break...
I'm home today. Not because I necessarily want to be (well, who doesn't like to take a day off here and there?), but it's one last desperate attempt to fix something that doesn't seem to want to get better on its own--my back.
I don't know what I did to it, but obviously it wasn't very happy about it. By the end of the workday Tuesday and Wednesday, I was walking around hunched over like an old lady, just to give my back time to realign itself before I could stand up straight again. The only time it feels good is when I wake up in the morning, having laid flat on it all night. So I'm hoping that super long back laying will produce permanent results... We'll keep our fingers crossed. :-)
In other news, find a mover to deal with all our stuff is not as easy as making a phone call. I've heard so many horror stories about people and movers, I'm wary, but also know that good movers exist out there somewhere---for a price. Now, we did set aside a budgetted amount for the move, but looks like we're underestimated by half. Opps. So now it looks like we're gonna have to pack ourselves (one mover wanted $1200 just to pack), and just hire the movers to actually MOVE it from here to our new place 9 miles away. Blah. I don't know what we're going to do yet. We've got another guy coming to do a quote on Friday... Hopefully he's got more reasonable numbers.
On a more upbeat note, we've had a lovely couple of weekends this past two weeks. Between being poolside for three days Memorial Day weekend, and semi-poolside this past weekend (a little too cool for me to go in), it's been a very relaxing time. Got to watch a handful of youngsters get baptized in my parents pool, ate lots of great food, and just relaxed. Made it more difficult to go back to work on Monday, but hey, enjoy what ya can, right?
And finally, we're 10 weeks along now, in our little adventure we call "Jeremy Jr", and everything's going well. Everyone keeps asking us what names we've thought about, and honestly, I have a list, and then Jeremy's got "JeremyJr, boy or girl". At the baptism last weekend, Jeremy and I sat around with a crowd that started off with just my brother Jason, and came up with some wacky names that we could scar our child for life with. Some of the favorites were "Yo Wilcox" ("What's up, Yo?"), "Dogg Wilcox" (ditto), "Will Cox Wilcox" (yeaaaah....), curtesy of Lisa Jones, "Venis Agina Wilcox" (that's just cruel), "Master Wilcox" ("Master, go clean your room!"), "Lord Vader Wilcox" (really? that's a character in Star Wars? Never seen it!), of course, "Darth Wilcox", "Water Wilcox" (I don't know...), etc. Then we started thinking we could do like some towns are doing around the country, and get a company to sponsor the kids name for a set time, and then we'll change it again, like, "DirecTV Wilcox" (free Satelitte!), of course, they're halfway there with "Cox Wilcox", or "Sony Wilcox" (free PS3 baby!), "Nintendo Wilcox", "Microsoft XBOX Wilcox", maybe "Dell Wilcox" or "Apple Wilcox" (oh wait, Gwenyth Paltrow already took that one...), the possibilities are endless! If you have any good suggestions, please leave a comment and let us know! We've got a little time, Jan 7 is still 7 months away... Vote now! :-)
I don't know what I did to it, but obviously it wasn't very happy about it. By the end of the workday Tuesday and Wednesday, I was walking around hunched over like an old lady, just to give my back time to realign itself before I could stand up straight again. The only time it feels good is when I wake up in the morning, having laid flat on it all night. So I'm hoping that super long back laying will produce permanent results... We'll keep our fingers crossed. :-)
In other news, find a mover to deal with all our stuff is not as easy as making a phone call. I've heard so many horror stories about people and movers, I'm wary, but also know that good movers exist out there somewhere---for a price. Now, we did set aside a budgetted amount for the move, but looks like we're underestimated by half. Opps. So now it looks like we're gonna have to pack ourselves (one mover wanted $1200 just to pack), and just hire the movers to actually MOVE it from here to our new place 9 miles away. Blah. I don't know what we're going to do yet. We've got another guy coming to do a quote on Friday... Hopefully he's got more reasonable numbers.
On a more upbeat note, we've had a lovely couple of weekends this past two weeks. Between being poolside for three days Memorial Day weekend, and semi-poolside this past weekend (a little too cool for me to go in), it's been a very relaxing time. Got to watch a handful of youngsters get baptized in my parents pool, ate lots of great food, and just relaxed. Made it more difficult to go back to work on Monday, but hey, enjoy what ya can, right?
And finally, we're 10 weeks along now, in our little adventure we call "Jeremy Jr", and everything's going well. Everyone keeps asking us what names we've thought about, and honestly, I have a list, and then Jeremy's got "JeremyJr, boy or girl". At the baptism last weekend, Jeremy and I sat around with a crowd that started off with just my brother Jason, and came up with some wacky names that we could scar our child for life with. Some of the favorites were "Yo Wilcox" ("What's up, Yo?"), "Dogg Wilcox" (ditto), "Will Cox Wilcox" (yeaaaah....), curtesy of Lisa Jones, "Venis Agina Wilcox" (that's just cruel), "Master Wilcox" ("Master, go clean your room!"), "Lord Vader Wilcox" (really? that's a character in Star Wars? Never seen it!), of course, "Darth Wilcox", "Water Wilcox" (I don't know...), etc. Then we started thinking we could do like some towns are doing around the country, and get a company to sponsor the kids name for a set time, and then we'll change it again, like, "DirecTV Wilcox" (free Satelitte!), of course, they're halfway there with "Cox Wilcox", or "Sony Wilcox" (free PS3 baby!), "Nintendo Wilcox", "Microsoft XBOX Wilcox", maybe "Dell Wilcox" or "Apple Wilcox" (oh wait, Gwenyth Paltrow already took that one...), the possibilities are endless! If you have any good suggestions, please leave a comment and let us know! We've got a little time, Jan 7 is still 7 months away... Vote now! :-)
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Nothing to report!
Hullo, all.
Well, this week is, amazingly, almost over. I guess it really didn't take much to begin, seeing as we had a holiday Monday, so work didn't start 'til Tuesday, and here we are at Thursday. Crazy. We had a nice, leisurely weekend. Spent it at the 'rents house, poolside mostly. In between swimming, Jeremy played video games with the boys, while my Mom and I cooked (beer simmered brats on the grill Sunday, smoked pork ribs on Monday!) It was nice to not do anything except relax, and occasionally, rotate the food on the grill. I don't think I got any sun, though. Had the sunscreen on all the time--don't feel like burning. Jeremy was more daring, going out unprotected, and then he'd turn red for the day, but now he's back to normal. With all the research being done on skin cancer nowadays, no longer to I desire to lounge in the sun just to "soak". Besides, I get enough color from my genes. :-) And driving around all day for work. At least one of my arms is nicely tanned.
Holy crap it's been hot! Every time I get in my car the past 3 days, it reads at least 90, and sometimes, 101, 102, 103, even 104! I'm normally not an AC person, but this week, I've made an exception! I wouldn't mind it cooling off a bit--don't get me wrong, I love the warm weather, but this is sick... with the humidity that sticks to you long after you've gone indoors... yuck!
That's alright, though... I'll be poolside again THIS weekend! Tomorrow night we're going to a "Jason-is-leaving-VA-and-moving-back-to-NYC-see-him- one-last-time-before-he-goes" Party at TGI Fridays in Sterling. It'll be nice to see him and the old gang (the guys I used to work with when I worked at EB Games in Dulles) again. Juan (John) Barbados... Barraldo (Barry).... yeah, it'll be a nice night. Only downside is that it doesn't start 'til 10 pm--I'm usually in bed by then. So Jeremy's gonna hafta drive, and we're sleeping in Saturday!
Saturday is party time at the parents house again, only this time, it's several baptism, and then lots of food. My Mom can't do things the simple, easy way, so you know there'll be lots of good food, and plenty of pool for everyone. Sounds relaxing.
On a sour note, I've 'bout had it with the cat... I was thinking about it last night, about when the baby's here and what that's going to be like... Well, I only see the cat getting in the way. If I were one of those "cat people" that didn't mind the cat being everywhere, and on everything, including the baby's crib, or stroller, then all would be well in the land of Jess. But I'm NOT one of those people. I'm one of those people that freak when I see him jump on the kitchen chair because he may jump again onto the table... or, jump on the couch, and walk along the back of it towards me, just to try to sneak on my lap while I'm busy uploading stores for work or something... Okay, the abomination MEOWS at the top of his lungs every time he hears me get up to pee in the middle of the night (which nowadays is at least 2x a night, usually 3). Yesterday, I was on a conference call for work, and he was trying to pull himself underneath the door to get in (there's about a 1.5 inch gap), crying like he was DYING the whole time! Jeremy just says, "Well, you should have just let him in." Yes, I could have, but then he'd be jumping on my bureau, or on the end tables (both no-no's), or attacking my foot under the blanket, or trying to get under the blanket, or lay on my legs and dig his long talons into my flesh, all while purring ("'cause he loooooooves me"). I don't know what to do... I'm at wits end. I'm not gonna be able to have my Mom come over and help with the baby because of the damn cat. I won't be able to have all my friends over to see the baby because of the damn cat. And gosh darnit, there's no way I'll be able to fall back asleep after getting up every few hours for feeding an diaper changes in the middle of the night, because of the damn cat (oh you KNOW he'll be meowing up a storm every time, thinking it's play time for him.... no no no...) So I don't know what to do. It's not like I can make him "disappear"... Jeremy would know I had something to do with it, and that would probably harm our marriage a bit... I've thought about taking him to meet the 'puppies' across the street at the dog park, but the damn cat is afraid to step a paw outside this house, let alone downstairs and across the street. Maybe we'll just take him for a long car drive... he freaks out in the car... he does this meow-panting thing... It's actually pretty funny... it's like, "Meoooooow-pant-pant-pant-pant-pant-MEOOOOOWWWWW-
pant-pant-pant-pant-pant-MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!" Well, funny in a sick, twisted, hateful kinda way I guess. CAN YOU TELL I DON'T CARE VERY MUCH FOR THIS CREATURE?!?! CAN I BE ANY MORE CLEAR?!?!! Jeremy's still in denial. He says I just need to get over it and learn to control my temper.
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I'm in control. :-)
So what will the future hold for this Spawn of Satan, this 'Big Fella'?!?!?!?!?!?! Only time will tell (I certainly will! Jeremy's either going to 'let it go' and find a good home for him to be happy in, or we'll just go for a nice....... looooooooong........... ride..... Surely someone in West VA would like a cute kitty to play with... or to eat... do they eat cats in West VA? I'm sure someone does...) :-)
I'm kidding of course.... ;-)
Well, this week is, amazingly, almost over. I guess it really didn't take much to begin, seeing as we had a holiday Monday, so work didn't start 'til Tuesday, and here we are at Thursday. Crazy. We had a nice, leisurely weekend. Spent it at the 'rents house, poolside mostly. In between swimming, Jeremy played video games with the boys, while my Mom and I cooked (beer simmered brats on the grill Sunday, smoked pork ribs on Monday!) It was nice to not do anything except relax, and occasionally, rotate the food on the grill. I don't think I got any sun, though. Had the sunscreen on all the time--don't feel like burning. Jeremy was more daring, going out unprotected, and then he'd turn red for the day, but now he's back to normal. With all the research being done on skin cancer nowadays, no longer to I desire to lounge in the sun just to "soak". Besides, I get enough color from my genes. :-) And driving around all day for work. At least one of my arms is nicely tanned.
Holy crap it's been hot! Every time I get in my car the past 3 days, it reads at least 90, and sometimes, 101, 102, 103, even 104! I'm normally not an AC person, but this week, I've made an exception! I wouldn't mind it cooling off a bit--don't get me wrong, I love the warm weather, but this is sick... with the humidity that sticks to you long after you've gone indoors... yuck!
That's alright, though... I'll be poolside again THIS weekend! Tomorrow night we're going to a "Jason-is-leaving-VA-and-moving-back-to-NYC-see-him- one-last-time-before-he-goes" Party at TGI Fridays in Sterling. It'll be nice to see him and the old gang (the guys I used to work with when I worked at EB Games in Dulles) again. Juan (John) Barbados... Barraldo (Barry).... yeah, it'll be a nice night. Only downside is that it doesn't start 'til 10 pm--I'm usually in bed by then. So Jeremy's gonna hafta drive, and we're sleeping in Saturday!
Saturday is party time at the parents house again, only this time, it's several baptism, and then lots of food. My Mom can't do things the simple, easy way, so you know there'll be lots of good food, and plenty of pool for everyone. Sounds relaxing.
On a sour note, I've 'bout had it with the cat... I was thinking about it last night, about when the baby's here and what that's going to be like... Well, I only see the cat getting in the way. If I were one of those "cat people" that didn't mind the cat being everywhere, and on everything, including the baby's crib, or stroller, then all would be well in the land of Jess. But I'm NOT one of those people. I'm one of those people that freak when I see him jump on the kitchen chair because he may jump again onto the table... or, jump on the couch, and walk along the back of it towards me, just to try to sneak on my lap while I'm busy uploading stores for work or something... Okay, the abomination MEOWS at the top of his lungs every time he hears me get up to pee in the middle of the night (which nowadays is at least 2x a night, usually 3). Yesterday, I was on a conference call for work, and he was trying to pull himself underneath the door to get in (there's about a 1.5 inch gap), crying like he was DYING the whole time! Jeremy just says, "Well, you should have just let him in." Yes, I could have, but then he'd be jumping on my bureau, or on the end tables (both no-no's), or attacking my foot under the blanket, or trying to get under the blanket, or lay on my legs and dig his long talons into my flesh, all while purring ("'cause he loooooooves me"). I don't know what to do... I'm at wits end. I'm not gonna be able to have my Mom come over and help with the baby because of the damn cat. I won't be able to have all my friends over to see the baby because of the damn cat. And gosh darnit, there's no way I'll be able to fall back asleep after getting up every few hours for feeding an diaper changes in the middle of the night, because of the damn cat (oh you KNOW he'll be meowing up a storm every time, thinking it's play time for him.... no no no...) So I don't know what to do. It's not like I can make him "disappear"... Jeremy would know I had something to do with it, and that would probably harm our marriage a bit... I've thought about taking him to meet the 'puppies' across the street at the dog park, but the damn cat is afraid to step a paw outside this house, let alone downstairs and across the street. Maybe we'll just take him for a long car drive... he freaks out in the car... he does this meow-panting thing... It's actually pretty funny... it's like, "Meoooooow-pant-pant-pant-pant-pant-MEOOOOOWWWWW-
pant-pant-pant-pant-pant-MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!" Well, funny in a sick, twisted, hateful kinda way I guess. CAN YOU TELL I DON'T CARE VERY MUCH FOR THIS CREATURE?!?! CAN I BE ANY MORE CLEAR?!?!! Jeremy's still in denial. He says I just need to get over it and learn to control my temper.
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I'm in control. :-)
So what will the future hold for this Spawn of Satan, this 'Big Fella'?!?!?!?!?!?! Only time will tell (I certainly will! Jeremy's either going to 'let it go' and find a good home for him to be happy in, or we'll just go for a nice....... looooooooong........... ride..... Surely someone in West VA would like a cute kitty to play with... or to eat... do they eat cats in West VA? I'm sure someone does...) :-)
I'm kidding of course.... ;-)
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