So I am officially a grown up. I guess I could have been officially considered a grown up a while ago, but it is really starting to set in now. I had my baby shower and now have an apartment full of baby stuff and we put an offer in on a house. It's kind of wierd that the house offer makes me feel more grown up than the baby. I guess because I have been pregnant for 8 months and only house shopping for one...so I have had less time to mentally prepare. :)
First lets talk about the baby shower. I actually can't believe that the baby shower is over. I remember when my mom booked the shower how it seemed so far away and I thought about what it would be like to be that pregnant. I was so crazy at one point (I still am crazy but in a different way) that I actually WANTED to be really pregnant and showing a lot. I thought it was so cute. Haha. I was so dumb. I am now that pregnant and feel very uncute. The shower was successful though. It was nice to see so many people that I haven't seen in a while and to get all sorts of baby stuff! I do have a mjor complaint though (you knew I would). My mom and her friends were very adament that I open my presents at the shower. I HATE opening presents in front of people..and I really don't enjoy watching people open presents. I am often so uncomfortable in chairs for an extended period of time that I get a bit cranky...and I had on a dress which made it awkward to sit while trying to open present and not flash everyone. But, my mom paid for the shower and wanted the presents opened there, so that is what I did. Well, it was definetly not as bad as I imagined it to be. We were able to set up an assembly line and go very fast..we were done with eating, dessert and presents within 2 hours. The complaint comes in regarding my mom's attention span during the present opening. She didn't even watch me open my presents!! She was sitting kinda in the back with her friends (the same ones that said I had to open them...) and they were talking, making all sorts of noise and not paying attention at all. Generally, this wouldn't bother me, but these are the people that said I had to open them. AND THEY DIDN'T WATCH! Halfway through, I yelled to my mom asking her what the last thing I opened was. She had no idea. Whatever.
I did get lots of really nice gifts and lots and lots of gift cards and money! We were able to basically buy everything we needed for the baby. We have a few things left - mostly odds and ends. We need more receiving blankets, socks, some lotions, sheets, etc. But all the big things are purchased. Which is a HUGE stress relief. However I am now trying to decide if I even set the stuff up since we have put an offer on a house.
The house is a foreclosure, so the process from if they accept the bid (think good thoughts about that..because its ALOT less than what the house is worth) to when we move in is fairly short. We don't have to wait for people to find a place to live or move out. There is definetly some work that needs to be done to the house. But since my stepdad is a contractor and has temporarily retired (he says he is really retired but I know he's lying) he has lots of time to work on it and is actually quite excited to. We probably have about a month or so worth of work before moving in. We want to put all new floors, a new bathroom, a semi-new kitchen and new paint. Sounds like a lot - but it actually isn't that much work. This is all for cosmetic purposes, so it's not like a gutting of each room, its more like an update. Anyway let me tell you a bit about the house. It is a 3 bedroom cape with a 2 car garage. There is one full bath upstairs and a half bath on the first floor. All 3 bedrooms are upstairs and are actually a nice size. There are like a million closets (which is HUGE for me - because all I ever complain about is how we have no closet space). The basement is almost fully finished. There is a family room area and a separate work room that has like a sink and cabinets. There is also a mud room in between the garage and the kitchen and a sunroom off the living room (which has a really nice fireplace). The house is on a nice sized corner lot with a fire place in the backyard. It also has a covered patio. I know it is impossible for you to picture but I am excited.
I'll keep you updated!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Nipple Stain Alert
So before I start I am adding a disclaimer. This post could potentially be too much information for some of you. I am giving you fair warning now.
So Dennis is on vacation this week. It's really nice to have some company around. He even actually responds to me, unlike Doozer who usually just licks my face. Anyway, this morning we are laying in bed, waking up and Dennis pokes my boob. I'm like seriously? It's 8 am. But then he says "You've got a stain." Confused, I look down at my shirt - and sure enough, I have a stain. Not just one stain, but TWO stains. A wet one and a dry one. And suddenly I realize where they came from - MY NIPPLE!
So my initial reaction is embarrassment. It doesn't matter that Dennis is my husband and has witnessed many embarrassing things in my life. This was completely embarrassing. But I quickly went from embarrassed to nervous - did this mean that Dominic was coming soon? I'm so not ready for that. So at 8am, I decide the best thing to do is call my mom. She immediately thinks something is wrong, who would call her at 8 am while she is on vacation? So I tell her what happens. And basically she laughs at me and tells my to buy some nipple pads. NIPPLE PADS?! Great.
Now I am aware this is normal during pregnancy. In fact, in a lot of women it happens much earlier in pregnancy. But that doesn't really matter. The point is that MY nipples are leaking. This is not something I was ready for. This is something that happens to women who have a baby and breastfeed. I am not that person yet. I still have about two months to prepare myself for this. I'm not even planning on breastfeeding. This is just ridiculous.
And too make things that much better, Dennis recommends we come up with some kind of nipple stain alert. That way he can tell me that I have leaky nipples in front of people without actually saying it. Right, because they won't notice the big wet spot over my boob. As if you don't feel uncomfortable enough being in your third trimester, this happens. You really can't even hide this one. I can hide stretch marks and the fear that if you laugh too hard you will pee a little, well most of the time you can hide that too. But nipple leakage? There really is no hiding this. My boobs attract enough attention with their current size, but now with little puddles on them? Sigh.
I didn't even really want to write this in my blog. But I know it's funny. Because it is. But now I have this fear that you will all stare at my chest and wait for them to leak so you can laugh at me. Thanks for being so supportive bitches.
So Dennis is on vacation this week. It's really nice to have some company around. He even actually responds to me, unlike Doozer who usually just licks my face. Anyway, this morning we are laying in bed, waking up and Dennis pokes my boob. I'm like seriously? It's 8 am. But then he says "You've got a stain." Confused, I look down at my shirt - and sure enough, I have a stain. Not just one stain, but TWO stains. A wet one and a dry one. And suddenly I realize where they came from - MY NIPPLE!
So my initial reaction is embarrassment. It doesn't matter that Dennis is my husband and has witnessed many embarrassing things in my life. This was completely embarrassing. But I quickly went from embarrassed to nervous - did this mean that Dominic was coming soon? I'm so not ready for that. So at 8am, I decide the best thing to do is call my mom. She immediately thinks something is wrong, who would call her at 8 am while she is on vacation? So I tell her what happens. And basically she laughs at me and tells my to buy some nipple pads. NIPPLE PADS?! Great.
Now I am aware this is normal during pregnancy. In fact, in a lot of women it happens much earlier in pregnancy. But that doesn't really matter. The point is that MY nipples are leaking. This is not something I was ready for. This is something that happens to women who have a baby and breastfeed. I am not that person yet. I still have about two months to prepare myself for this. I'm not even planning on breastfeeding. This is just ridiculous.
And too make things that much better, Dennis recommends we come up with some kind of nipple stain alert. That way he can tell me that I have leaky nipples in front of people without actually saying it. Right, because they won't notice the big wet spot over my boob. As if you don't feel uncomfortable enough being in your third trimester, this happens. You really can't even hide this one. I can hide stretch marks and the fear that if you laugh too hard you will pee a little, well most of the time you can hide that too. But nipple leakage? There really is no hiding this. My boobs attract enough attention with their current size, but now with little puddles on them? Sigh.
I didn't even really want to write this in my blog. But I know it's funny. Because it is. But now I have this fear that you will all stare at my chest and wait for them to leak so you can laugh at me. Thanks for being so supportive bitches.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wow! It's been a while!
Hi Friends. I kind of got off the blog thing the past two weeks. I guess I kind of forgot about it. Ooops. :)
So last week I spent a day with Dennis in the emergency room at Women and Infants hospital. Fun. I had been having all those preterm labor symptoms again (no I didn't have to poop) and they had lasted for about 3 days. So I caved and called the doc - they wanted me to go to the emergency room right away because it was definitely concerning, especially since my blood clot problem causes some women to have their babies earlier. Awesome. So Dennis comes to get me from work and we head to the hospital. Although it is always scary to be sent by the doctors to the ER, I KNEW I wasn't having the baby. I don't know how to explain it. I am not a doctor and do not usually question what my doctors tell me, but I knew I wasn't having the baby. I went anyway though, because at the same time that I knew I wasn't having him, I also have never had a baby before...shocking I know...so I could have been wrong. Well, I wasn't. I did not have the baby and I was not in preterm labor. Although some of the symptoms I was having were also symptoms of preterm labor, the major one that signify labor (like dilated cervix etc.) I did not have. Here is their diagnosis: The baby is really low. He is down a bit lower than most babies at this point in the pregnancy and is causing a lot of pressure on my uterus, pelvis and the ligaments that hold them up. There is almost nothing I can do about it. Nice. So they basically told me to limit my activities. The more I walk around, the more this will bother me. Which is true. So it's not bed rest, it just more rest. This is of course much better than bed rest. But it is also annoying. Mostly because I am actually bothered when I walk around. It's not like I feel fine and have to sit around because the doc says so. I am actually extremely uncomfortable and can't do things that I want to do. Grrr.
So a week after this happened we were scheduled to go to the zoo for Karen's birthday. Not exactly the best place for someone who can't walk around. But, being the planner that I am, I had already requested the presence of a wheelchair, because before I even went to the ER, I knew I had trouble walking for extended periods. So Dennis got the pleasure of pushing me around in a wheelchair all day on Sunday. :) So I guess it isn't all bad.
So I'm hungry now, and am going to eat. Stayed tuned for stories about E and Nicole's wedding reception and the joy's of third trimester pregnancy.
So last week I spent a day with Dennis in the emergency room at Women and Infants hospital. Fun. I had been having all those preterm labor symptoms again (no I didn't have to poop) and they had lasted for about 3 days. So I caved and called the doc - they wanted me to go to the emergency room right away because it was definitely concerning, especially since my blood clot problem causes some women to have their babies earlier. Awesome. So Dennis comes to get me from work and we head to the hospital. Although it is always scary to be sent by the doctors to the ER, I KNEW I wasn't having the baby. I don't know how to explain it. I am not a doctor and do not usually question what my doctors tell me, but I knew I wasn't having the baby. I went anyway though, because at the same time that I knew I wasn't having him, I also have never had a baby before...shocking I know...so I could have been wrong. Well, I wasn't. I did not have the baby and I was not in preterm labor. Although some of the symptoms I was having were also symptoms of preterm labor, the major one that signify labor (like dilated cervix etc.) I did not have. Here is their diagnosis: The baby is really low. He is down a bit lower than most babies at this point in the pregnancy and is causing a lot of pressure on my uterus, pelvis and the ligaments that hold them up. There is almost nothing I can do about it. Nice. So they basically told me to limit my activities. The more I walk around, the more this will bother me. Which is true. So it's not bed rest, it just more rest. This is of course much better than bed rest. But it is also annoying. Mostly because I am actually bothered when I walk around. It's not like I feel fine and have to sit around because the doc says so. I am actually extremely uncomfortable and can't do things that I want to do. Grrr.
So a week after this happened we were scheduled to go to the zoo for Karen's birthday. Not exactly the best place for someone who can't walk around. But, being the planner that I am, I had already requested the presence of a wheelchair, because before I even went to the ER, I knew I had trouble walking for extended periods. So Dennis got the pleasure of pushing me around in a wheelchair all day on Sunday. :) So I guess it isn't all bad.
So I'm hungry now, and am going to eat. Stayed tuned for stories about E and Nicole's wedding reception and the joy's of third trimester pregnancy.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Yay for new cars!
I bought a new car yesterday! Yay! Well, not new new, but new to me, which is new enough. It is a Ford Escape. It's black. I am excited. I'm even more excited that I convinced my hippy husband that it was ok to own an suv. When we went out to dinner last night, I let him drive, because I am so nice, and he was a little disturbed that he was driving an suv. It was pretty funny. Another exciting thing about this car is that it is actually mine. I have always had cars that either had someone else's name on them in addition to mine, or that were actually my parents. This one is all mine people. Which to some, isn't a big deal. But that was a very big deal to me. I actually almost cried. The sales guy laughed at him. If he only knew.
Anyway, Dennis and I were discussing last night how funny it is that we are so easily turning into parents. Even without trying. I drive a cute SUV so that I can fit all the multitudes of baby things that you need to travel with (I will not buy 5 strollers in a 7 month period like someone I know :) ) and Dennis drives a Subaru Forester, which is a wagon - very soccer dad. But when we bought these cars, neither one of us really discussed the parenting benefit of them. Actually, that is not entirely true - once I had my heart set on the Escape, I used the parenting card to get Dennis to agree to the SUV. But that was just a bonus :)
Only 10 more weeks til the induction. Wow! Time is flying by. I've started having Braxton Hicks contractions. They are annoying. Braxton Hicks contractions (BHC) are pretty much false alarm contractions. Your uterus is actually contracting, but it does not have anything to do with labor. Every pregnant woman's uterus contracts throughout their pregnancy, but not all women can feel the BHC. I can. They are annoying and make me more uncomfortable, but they really aren't that big of deal. I had a few nasty ones last nights before I fell asleep. Those pissed me off. They make you very uncomfortable and unable to fall asleep. I've noticed that I get them on the days that I have been out and about for most of the day. Maybe that is a sign that I shouldn't be out and about for most of the day :)
So I must be off - Dennis and I are visiting a friend from Florida who is in Boston. Very exciting!
Anyway, Dennis and I were discussing last night how funny it is that we are so easily turning into parents. Even without trying. I drive a cute SUV so that I can fit all the multitudes of baby things that you need to travel with (I will not buy 5 strollers in a 7 month period like someone I know :) ) and Dennis drives a Subaru Forester, which is a wagon - very soccer dad. But when we bought these cars, neither one of us really discussed the parenting benefit of them. Actually, that is not entirely true - once I had my heart set on the Escape, I used the parenting card to get Dennis to agree to the SUV. But that was just a bonus :)
Only 10 more weeks til the induction. Wow! Time is flying by. I've started having Braxton Hicks contractions. They are annoying. Braxton Hicks contractions (BHC) are pretty much false alarm contractions. Your uterus is actually contracting, but it does not have anything to do with labor. Every pregnant woman's uterus contracts throughout their pregnancy, but not all women can feel the BHC. I can. They are annoying and make me more uncomfortable, but they really aren't that big of deal. I had a few nasty ones last nights before I fell asleep. Those pissed me off. They make you very uncomfortable and unable to fall asleep. I've noticed that I get them on the days that I have been out and about for most of the day. Maybe that is a sign that I shouldn't be out and about for most of the day :)
So I must be off - Dennis and I are visiting a friend from Florida who is in Boston. Very exciting!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I've had an uneventful week - sorry
So it's been about a week. And really not that much has happened. Hence the lack of writing. Here are a few highlights from the last week.
Friday night I went with my mom and sister to Bingo at Foxwoods Casino. Laugh all you want. It is actually really fun. For $15 you get to have an evening of entertainment and potentially win some money. I've never spent so little money at a casino. I didn't win. I would have written a lot sooner to rub it in all your faces if I had. It's funny though, because I said to my mom and sister that I didn't really care about winning, if I win, I win, but I'm not going to get all intense about it. The next game I was one number away from winning and some lady calls bingo. What a bitch. I was so mad. I yelled out a few choice curse words...probably too loud. My mom and sister were laughing so hard. I couldn't help but laugh too. So much for not being intense about winning. :) Upon my return home, Dennis had invited a few friends over. They were only there for about a half hour after I got home, but in that half hour, Steve brought up a trip to the wienie joint. For those no Rhode Island readers, wienies are these interesting hot dog type things that you always would eat after a night of drinking. A lot of times instead of stopping for breakfast after a long night out, people in RI will stop for wienies. Anyway, he's like, who's up for a trip to the wienie joint? Everyone laughs and I'm like sure. So they all start reminiscing about stopping at this one particular wienie joint after nights of drinking in high school and college vacations and I'm just sitting there because I was only in middle school at the time of these escapades... So story time ends and people start getting ready to leave...and no one even brings up the wienie joint again. Now people, I am pregnant. When I get an idea in my head about food, it is very difficult for it to pass without having it. But everyone just leaves. And I am standing there...wondering what happened. I guess they are too old for wienies at 1am. So I had no wienie joint excursion...and quietly and sadly went to bed.
Saturday night we had a gathering at our house. It was in honor of Steve and Vynessa traveling up from Baltimore for Easter. We tend to host a lot of gatherings at our house. I like that. It's nice being home...and I really like the whole entertaining thing. I just need a bigger place to have these gatherings. Anyway, I was excited for the blog material that would come from this party. But there really wasn't any. I'm a little disappointed. But I'll tell you about the party anyway.
First, I have decided that getting dressed in regular cute clothes is over rated in the third trimester. Since my tummy is getting a lot bigger, a lot of the shirts I have are getting to be too short and my jeans are actually shrinking also ( I think my belly is using more of the material...) So I staying in my pajamas for this party :) It was a wonderful idea. I was so comfy. I looked like a bum, but whatever.
Anyway, the other day we bought Super Smash Brothers for Wii. We had our friend bring two more controllers during the party and had an all out brawl during the party. It was almost too much fun. I had played with Dennis one time before the party, and kinda got the hang of it...mostly you just push buttons and hope your guy kills one of the other guys. The game has a neat feature that you can put the names of everyone that is playing in the game and they will randomly pick 4 people to play. We set it up so the top two players got to stay in and the other 2 rotated. Turns out I got the hang of the game better than I thought. I was kicking everyone's ass. Including Dennis' who plays often. It was fun for me...but after about 17 wins in a row they all decided to gang up on me. And I died. Sort of. There was a tie for second and the computer picked to throw me out instead of whoever I tied. Boo. I highly recommend the purchase of this game.
So there really wasn't much else to say about the party. No one did anything stupid....which I guess is good, but doesn't provide me with much to write about. Steve promised to bring out his alter ego - Drunk Steve - but he never got there. He was too busy being No Fun Steve and trying to keep Vynessa from drinking too much. Lame.
Maybe I will have more interesting things to write about tomorrow. I have another ultra sound today. Exciting.
Friday night I went with my mom and sister to Bingo at Foxwoods Casino. Laugh all you want. It is actually really fun. For $15 you get to have an evening of entertainment and potentially win some money. I've never spent so little money at a casino. I didn't win. I would have written a lot sooner to rub it in all your faces if I had. It's funny though, because I said to my mom and sister that I didn't really care about winning, if I win, I win, but I'm not going to get all intense about it. The next game I was one number away from winning and some lady calls bingo. What a bitch. I was so mad. I yelled out a few choice curse words...probably too loud. My mom and sister were laughing so hard. I couldn't help but laugh too. So much for not being intense about winning. :) Upon my return home, Dennis had invited a few friends over. They were only there for about a half hour after I got home, but in that half hour, Steve brought up a trip to the wienie joint. For those no Rhode Island readers, wienies are these interesting hot dog type things that you always would eat after a night of drinking. A lot of times instead of stopping for breakfast after a long night out, people in RI will stop for wienies. Anyway, he's like, who's up for a trip to the wienie joint? Everyone laughs and I'm like sure. So they all start reminiscing about stopping at this one particular wienie joint after nights of drinking in high school and college vacations and I'm just sitting there because I was only in middle school at the time of these escapades... So story time ends and people start getting ready to leave...and no one even brings up the wienie joint again. Now people, I am pregnant. When I get an idea in my head about food, it is very difficult for it to pass without having it. But everyone just leaves. And I am standing there...wondering what happened. I guess they are too old for wienies at 1am. So I had no wienie joint excursion...and quietly and sadly went to bed.
Saturday night we had a gathering at our house. It was in honor of Steve and Vynessa traveling up from Baltimore for Easter. We tend to host a lot of gatherings at our house. I like that. It's nice being home...and I really like the whole entertaining thing. I just need a bigger place to have these gatherings. Anyway, I was excited for the blog material that would come from this party. But there really wasn't any. I'm a little disappointed. But I'll tell you about the party anyway.
First, I have decided that getting dressed in regular cute clothes is over rated in the third trimester. Since my tummy is getting a lot bigger, a lot of the shirts I have are getting to be too short and my jeans are actually shrinking also ( I think my belly is using more of the material...) So I staying in my pajamas for this party :) It was a wonderful idea. I was so comfy. I looked like a bum, but whatever.
Anyway, the other day we bought Super Smash Brothers for Wii. We had our friend bring two more controllers during the party and had an all out brawl during the party. It was almost too much fun. I had played with Dennis one time before the party, and kinda got the hang of it...mostly you just push buttons and hope your guy kills one of the other guys. The game has a neat feature that you can put the names of everyone that is playing in the game and they will randomly pick 4 people to play. We set it up so the top two players got to stay in and the other 2 rotated. Turns out I got the hang of the game better than I thought. I was kicking everyone's ass. Including Dennis' who plays often. It was fun for me...but after about 17 wins in a row they all decided to gang up on me. And I died. Sort of. There was a tie for second and the computer picked to throw me out instead of whoever I tied. Boo. I highly recommend the purchase of this game.
So there really wasn't much else to say about the party. No one did anything stupid....which I guess is good, but doesn't provide me with much to write about. Steve promised to bring out his alter ego - Drunk Steve - but he never got there. He was too busy being No Fun Steve and trying to keep Vynessa from drinking too much. Lame.
Maybe I will have more interesting things to write about tomorrow. I have another ultra sound today. Exciting.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Some Clarification...
After a conversation with my father in law the other day, there are a few things I would like to clarify regarding some previous posts :)
1. I believe in a God. Just not the version that most organized religions believe in. I don't like all the rules and stories...they seem too fake to me. I appreciate why people believe in them, and do not mean to offend anyone in anyway. It's just not for me :)
2. I was not talking about my mom in the last post. I love my mom, even if we fight sometimes.
3. I really didn't drink alot before I was pregnant. It just seems that most funny stories to write about happen to have alcohol present at the time. I don't think you guys really want to read about what I do all day. You want to hear stories..not things like, I watched Regis and Kelly, then that extra hour of Today and then I ate pudding. Etc. :)
So I am really getting into nesting mode. I NEED to have everything ready for Dominic. It is killing me. It stresses me out so much that I have nothing for him. Dennis made me promise I wouldn't buy anything until after the baby shower. Which makes perfect sense...to a normal, rational person. But to me, it's nuts! The baby shower is in a month! A MONTH! That means I have to wait another 30 days before I can even think about getting his room ready. AHHHH! Anyone who has been pregnant before understands the immense difficulty in this. I know that most of you who read this haven't...so I will try to explain.
Basically, at some point every pregnant woman gets into this stage of nesting. Everything has to be perfectly ready for the baby. Even things that don't make sense. For example: The shelves that we keep the DVDs on in the living room is on the wall. Dominic probably won't be able to reach the bottom shelf until he is like 3. And we won't live here then. BUT, one day I couldn't take it and made Dennis take all the DVDS and put them in a box in the basement. Just in case. Of what you ask? I have no idea. I can't explain it. It just wasn't right.
So now, all day I sit home and look around at everything that is wrong with where we live. And know that there really is nothing I can do about it, because I have this feeling that no matter how much I prepare, I will never feel like it is right.
1. I believe in a God. Just not the version that most organized religions believe in. I don't like all the rules and stories...they seem too fake to me. I appreciate why people believe in them, and do not mean to offend anyone in anyway. It's just not for me :)
2. I was not talking about my mom in the last post. I love my mom, even if we fight sometimes.
3. I really didn't drink alot before I was pregnant. It just seems that most funny stories to write about happen to have alcohol present at the time. I don't think you guys really want to read about what I do all day. You want to hear stories..not things like, I watched Regis and Kelly, then that extra hour of Today and then I ate pudding. Etc. :)
So I am really getting into nesting mode. I NEED to have everything ready for Dominic. It is killing me. It stresses me out so much that I have nothing for him. Dennis made me promise I wouldn't buy anything until after the baby shower. Which makes perfect sense...to a normal, rational person. But to me, it's nuts! The baby shower is in a month! A MONTH! That means I have to wait another 30 days before I can even think about getting his room ready. AHHHH! Anyone who has been pregnant before understands the immense difficulty in this. I know that most of you who read this haven't...so I will try to explain.
Basically, at some point every pregnant woman gets into this stage of nesting. Everything has to be perfectly ready for the baby. Even things that don't make sense. For example: The shelves that we keep the DVDs on in the living room is on the wall. Dominic probably won't be able to reach the bottom shelf until he is like 3. And we won't live here then. BUT, one day I couldn't take it and made Dennis take all the DVDS and put them in a box in the basement. Just in case. Of what you ask? I have no idea. I can't explain it. It just wasn't right.
So now, all day I sit home and look around at everything that is wrong with where we live. And know that there really is nothing I can do about it, because I have this feeling that no matter how much I prepare, I will never feel like it is right.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
It feels good...Yeah
So the other day I wrote about how I really wanted to vent but I was iffy about hurting peoples feelings. Mostly, because I didn't want to deal with it...not because I really cared all that much what this person thought. Weeeeeeeeeell....some things have happened and I have let her know pretty much exactly what I think of her. I left out a few things...mostly because they don't have to do with me, so I'll let her find out from someone else. But I have to say it felt so good to have to stop faking the liking for someone. I know it seems very high school to fake like someone - but I needed to use her to get her husband to sign some paperwork for me. Turns out, she was the one that was causing it to not get signed. She apparently cut his balls off and he can't make decisions unless she approves. Or at least that's what she believes... anyway, she will probably read this and leave some nasty comment but thats ok, you can all see how ridiculously crazy she is. And you'll get a good laugh. I should post her emails, the exchange between us is entertaining. hmm an idea.
Anyway, we went to Twin River on Saturday night with our friends Beccy (crazy name speller) and Seth. For those of you that don't know, Twin River is the former Lincoln Park. They have redone it and made it giant...miles of slot machines, comedy club, event center, a bunch of restaurants, etc. Well, we went because Seth wanted to see a comedian at the comedy club. Turns out the main comedian was pretty funny. I didn't know who he was, so I didn't know what to expect. There were 3 other comedians that performed before him..1 was great...and the other 2 were stereotypical male and female comedians. They used the same jokes making fun of their wife/husband that people have for years. Nothing original.
So after the show, I was excited to hang around and play slots. Dennis and I went to Twin River to see Big Bad VooDoo Daddy (blast from the past right?) over the summer. It was great. We sat at the bar and got completely wasted off these giant martini's. Then we played the slots and won like $150. Fun. So needless to say I was excited to go back. Well, Saturday we went back. And once that comedy show was over...I was all set with Twin River.
Twin River was full of 4 types of people, old people who just sat at one slot machine, extremely drunk people who had no concept of others personal space, rednecky people who have like 3 teeth and then a few "normal" people thrown in the mix. There is no where in this group that a woman who is 6 months pregnant fits in. First, no one would get out of my way. I would say excuse me and they would move like 4 inches to the right. My stomach is like a foot straight out. It's probably not that big, but the point is that I still couldn't fit. And when I would say excuse me again they still wouldn't move! So I tried to squeeze through..and they would get hit with my belly and give me a dirty look. My patience level is like zero at this point (not this point in the story, more like this point in my life.. I have no patience for anything). So now Dennis wants a drink. Fine. We go back to the bar that we had so much fun at in the summer..and I realize it is a smoking area..so we need to go somewhere else. Of course I blame Dennis for this. I know it is not his fault. I am fully aware that he does not make the smoking rules in the place, but he wanted a drink. So it's his fault. So now I'm mad at him (for no reason). He gets his drink at another bar that we had to wait for like HOURS for. And I can finally sit my ass down at a slot machine. Turns out slots kind of suck when you aren't drunk. I lost. And was already cranky...so we know this didn't turn out well. We decide to go to a different area, and the four of us are walking..and then Seth (who is last in the line) sees something shiny and disappears. We can't find him. So we stop and wait. Beccy calls him..and he saw a cool machine..and won like $65. Ass. He reappears...and we go for ice cream. Ice cream makes everything better. Except at Twin River. It just makes things worse. Once we finally found the ice cream place, I order my 2 scoops in a cup of mango sorbet and the charge me $5. $5! I just lost a bunch of money on the damn slots and I am not drunk. Who can afford a $5 ice cream? At this point I tell Dennis I need to leave. i can't do it anymore. The next time someone walks (stumbles) into me and I almost fall over (I have no balance) I will punch them. And I really will. No joke. I am a violent pregnant lady. So we leave. Dennis was nice enough to valet the car so I didn't have to walk 3 miles to the car after. I was very proud of him. He doesn't like to spend money on things like Valet, so this was a big deal. We get to the Valet stand at 1015. And we wait. And wait. And wait. There are no seats. And we keep waiting. Dennis says I should sit on the floor, but I would never have been able to get up. I have all I can do getting out of a chair, never mind all the way to the floor. When I am laying on the bathroom each morning I have to use the tub, counter and Dennis to help me get up. I'm thinking sitting on the floor in the middle of Twin River was a bad idea. So here we are 45 MNINUTES LATER, still standing with no car. Then by the grace of something who didn't want me to nicely discuss the location of my car with the valet, it appeared. At 11 pm. 45 minutes after I NEEDED to be away from this place. I almost cried.
I guess last time I was in the drunk category and didn't care about anyone else. :)
Anyway, we went to Twin River on Saturday night with our friends Beccy (crazy name speller) and Seth. For those of you that don't know, Twin River is the former Lincoln Park. They have redone it and made it giant...miles of slot machines, comedy club, event center, a bunch of restaurants, etc. Well, we went because Seth wanted to see a comedian at the comedy club. Turns out the main comedian was pretty funny. I didn't know who he was, so I didn't know what to expect. There were 3 other comedians that performed before him..1 was great...and the other 2 were stereotypical male and female comedians. They used the same jokes making fun of their wife/husband that people have for years. Nothing original.
So after the show, I was excited to hang around and play slots. Dennis and I went to Twin River to see Big Bad VooDoo Daddy (blast from the past right?) over the summer. It was great. We sat at the bar and got completely wasted off these giant martini's. Then we played the slots and won like $150. Fun. So needless to say I was excited to go back. Well, Saturday we went back. And once that comedy show was over...I was all set with Twin River.
Twin River was full of 4 types of people, old people who just sat at one slot machine, extremely drunk people who had no concept of others personal space, rednecky people who have like 3 teeth and then a few "normal" people thrown in the mix. There is no where in this group that a woman who is 6 months pregnant fits in. First, no one would get out of my way. I would say excuse me and they would move like 4 inches to the right. My stomach is like a foot straight out. It's probably not that big, but the point is that I still couldn't fit. And when I would say excuse me again they still wouldn't move! So I tried to squeeze through..and they would get hit with my belly and give me a dirty look. My patience level is like zero at this point (not this point in the story, more like this point in my life.. I have no patience for anything). So now Dennis wants a drink. Fine. We go back to the bar that we had so much fun at in the summer..and I realize it is a smoking area..so we need to go somewhere else. Of course I blame Dennis for this. I know it is not his fault. I am fully aware that he does not make the smoking rules in the place, but he wanted a drink. So it's his fault. So now I'm mad at him (for no reason). He gets his drink at another bar that we had to wait for like HOURS for. And I can finally sit my ass down at a slot machine. Turns out slots kind of suck when you aren't drunk. I lost. And was already cranky...so we know this didn't turn out well. We decide to go to a different area, and the four of us are walking..and then Seth (who is last in the line) sees something shiny and disappears. We can't find him. So we stop and wait. Beccy calls him..and he saw a cool machine..and won like $65. Ass. He reappears...and we go for ice cream. Ice cream makes everything better. Except at Twin River. It just makes things worse. Once we finally found the ice cream place, I order my 2 scoops in a cup of mango sorbet and the charge me $5. $5! I just lost a bunch of money on the damn slots and I am not drunk. Who can afford a $5 ice cream? At this point I tell Dennis I need to leave. i can't do it anymore. The next time someone walks (stumbles) into me and I almost fall over (I have no balance) I will punch them. And I really will. No joke. I am a violent pregnant lady. So we leave. Dennis was nice enough to valet the car so I didn't have to walk 3 miles to the car after. I was very proud of him. He doesn't like to spend money on things like Valet, so this was a big deal. We get to the Valet stand at 1015. And we wait. And wait. And wait. There are no seats. And we keep waiting. Dennis says I should sit on the floor, but I would never have been able to get up. I have all I can do getting out of a chair, never mind all the way to the floor. When I am laying on the bathroom each morning I have to use the tub, counter and Dennis to help me get up. I'm thinking sitting on the floor in the middle of Twin River was a bad idea. So here we are 45 MNINUTES LATER, still standing with no car. Then by the grace of something who didn't want me to nicely discuss the location of my car with the valet, it appeared. At 11 pm. 45 minutes after I NEEDED to be away from this place. I almost cried.
I guess last time I was in the drunk category and didn't care about anyone else. :)
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