A Meme in Pictures

**(stolen without prejudice from Hilly who shamelessly stole it from Adena)

[I stole this AGES ago and stuck it in my drafts for a time that I would need it, cuz I'm awesome like that.]

Here’s how it works:
1. Go to www.flickr.com
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box
3. Use only the first page
4. Insert the picture into your Blog

1.) What is your relationship status?

married
2.)  What is your current mood?

stressed

3.)  Who is your favorite band/artist?

Pearl Jam

4.)  What is your favorite movie?

Dazed and Confused

5.)  What kind of pet do you have?

pit bull

&

grey tabby

6.)  Where do you live?

Toronto

7.)  Where do you work?

construction industry

8.)  What do you look like?

messy

9.)  What do you drive?

Malibu Maxx (but black) I heart it so bad!

10.)  What did you do last night?

nurse mah bebe (for what seemed like HOURS)

11.)  What is your favorite TV show?

Hell’s Kitchen

12.)  Describe yourself.

complacent

13.)  What are you doing today?

parenting (HA!)

14.)  What is your name?

Samantha - a bald eagle at the DC Zoo - it was this or a bunch of neked boobies… I don’t get it.

15.)  What is your favorite candy?

Reese’s pieces

:::

Thanks for all the support regarding yesterday’s post. Mike found a job this morning - which is fabulous - same pay rate as the last place as well and will probably have more hours. BUT! This job requires A LOT more out-of-town work so God only knows how long he’s going to be gone at times which is totally not cool with me.

But he has work, so I can relax.

A little.

Until the first trip that takes him away from home for 6 months.

:::

Carter calls a rake a “dick” and when he pretends to rake something he says: “dick, dick, dick, dick…”

Is it wrong that I laugh every single time?

Ah, kids.

This morning started out as any other day. I was up with Hudson nursing just as MIke was leaving for work. He got up at his normal time and banged about in the kitchen making his lunch - just like normal.

Then this normal day strayed. Strayed like never before.

Mike called at 7:45am, just as I was dozing back to sleep before having to get Carter up and ready for daycare.

He QUIT his job.

QUIT!

In case you’re unaware we have a newborn baby and I am on Maternity Leave until May 2009. I receive only a small portion of my pay as compensation from the government while I’m off work and it’s, by no means, enough to carry this family.

Without having a backup plan he just walked off the job this morning; and even though he’s already out pounding the pavement and making calls, I am fuckin’ pissed / scared / worried that he would take such drastic action without consulting me. Without a fuckin’ plan!!

Holy shit. Talk about stress! I realize that things were beginning to suck and jobs in the construction industry are a dime a dozen but the least he could have done was line SOMETHING up before burning the bridge.

He’s always been a very emotional, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kinda person but when there is a family, children, a house, and OTHER LIVES involved it’s a little more drastic then being a bachelor and only having to provide for yourself.

I am so pissed that he would make this kind of decision without me: such and emotional decision with grave consequences should something not come up - BY TOMORROW!

I think I’m gonna barf.

** UPDATE:

It’s been an ongoing saga of work hours, overtime, signing off on apprenticeship hours and so on. I guess that Mike requested one of his supervisors to sign off on his apprenticeship hours but the guy made excuses why he couldn’t even though he had done it for others. Then a different supervisor put in his hours for last week lower then what he had actually worked and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Instead of talking it out like a rational person woman would do, he just left.

I understand about hating your job and wanting to leave. I really do. But he really couldn’t have picked a WORSE time to do it. Sometimes hating work is better then not having it.

On the upside, he has an interveiw in the morning with another construction company. Let’s just hope there’s not a huge decrease in pay because with me off we’re just getting by with what his pay was.

Refresh your cache, there’s a new design! Refreshing, summery, spring-like. Ironic that I unveil it the day of the hugest snowstorm this year.

We’re home-bound today since we’re expecting about 1 million feet of snow over the next 24 hours. I’m going stir crazy all ready: there is so much cleaning and preparing for baby to do that I have no clue where to start.

I think reality hit yesterday. I haven’t been thinking about how quickly this pregnancy has been going but rather how slow and agonizing it’s been for me. Yesterday I actually thought about it: there’s 74 days remaining. 74 days to:

• dismantle and paint the spare room
• organize and clean and PAINT the living room in preparation for infant toys - swings, playmats, etc.  to be included in the mess of pre-schooler toys.
• move Carter to the spare room
• complete touch ups on what is now his room for the nursery
• buy bedding
• buy a new swing
• get all baby stuff out of storage - crib, clothing, toys, nursing stuff, etc.
• buy a new stroller

I can’t continue. It’s just too much. Sure, short list - but it seems about 600 million times longer when working full time and only having weekends available to get things (like shopping and painting) done.

I may have to suck it up and hire out the painting part.

Any takers?

*crickets*

Yet, Mike once again is nonchalant about the whole thing: “I don’t see what the big panic is…. There’s really nothing that we have to get or do…. You’re blowing it all out of proportion…”

Oh, the heartburn.

With all this panic and freaking-the-fuck-out, I’ve actually found a renewed fresh outlook on this pregnancy and I’m getting… EXCITED!  My cold has passed (except for a mild cough) and I have regained some of the energy I’ve been sorely lacking over the past oh, 7 months.

Renewed, Refreshed and Ready (kinda)

Yet. I sit here. Blogging.

Priorities, Shmiporities I say.

You know what absolutely drives me up the wall? Well, there’s A LOT. But based on the amount of bitching and whining I’ve done on this blog in the past six months (which has completely killed your liking to COMMENT on this piece of shit) you’ve probably got a god handle on what really gets under my skin.

Hold on, hold on. This post isn’t (entirely) about pregnancy!

I know! Miracle, right?

I waddled my fat ass to a table in a very busy food court in Costco over my lunch hour. Mostly because they have excellent poutine and I craved it like crazy, but I also had to pick up diapers and pull-ups for daycare (Dude, we’re potty training starting tomorrow! Pray for me!).  Just as my dear friend put her last fry in her mouth an elderly lady and, presumably, her grandson began meandering towards our table. Before my friend could even swallow they were hovering over us like vultures on prey at the side of a desert highway.

I hadn’t even picked up my jacket before the lady sat her fat decrepit ass  on the bench and proceeded to motion for her horde family to follow.

Dude, you could at least let the pregnant lady get her footing before you practically fling me and my belongings on the floor.

And I went all quite.

I didn’t even say anything.

Not a peep.

I think we were so shocked by their actions I couldn’t even say something if I wanted.

Besides, whose side would you take? The poor defenseless old lady with a cane or a hormonal pregnant woman? It’s really a catch 22 I’d say.

But! The Husband-Who-Is-Not-Even-Worthy-Of-That-Title-At-This-Moment is at home.

He just arrived home.

Early.

On a Friday.

Do you think he would have stopped and picked up Carter from daycare on his way to save me the trip since I did do some grocery shopping on my lunch break?

Nope.

Not even an offer.

[I just happened to know he was home because my MSN flashed that I had signed on another computer.]

Can’t go off on an old lady in Costco that I won’t ever see again… but I do tear a couple strips off a man that I have to be cooped up in the house with once this snow storm hits this evening.

Shear Brilliance.

I’ll probably do it again once I get home too.

What can I say? Glutton for punishment? Maybe. But that sure was a dick move if you ask me.