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.

Ever happen to you? When you think that there something wrong, not quite right, health wise but you just can’t put your finger on it? Well, I got my answers this past Friday. How is it that I now know what’s causing the extreme fatigue, dizziness, increased heart rate and minor palpitations and I feel worse then I did before?

It’s like the symptoms have increased tenfold since it’s probably all in my head, but still.

Work with me here.

What probably doesn’t help is that my nesting instincts have also begun to escalate causing me buy a new area rug for our living room on Saturday and to scrub my kitchen cupboards and floor on Sunday afternoon after I had completed puttying cracks and holes in what will be Carter’s new room.

Needless to say I was wiped which lead me to working on my ass groove in the couch for the remainder of the day.

I’m counting down the days - which seem like FOREVER at this point. Mornings are rough: by the time I get the kid out of bed, dressed, fed and dropped off a daycare I am so ready to go back to bed. But no! I get back in the car and drive an additional 20 minutes to work the remainder of the day. Seriously, at this moment I am ready to let my head just fall into my laptop and pass out for a while. The only thing that’s stopping me is the thought of keys imprinted on my face, drooling on the keyboard and getting caught… Snoring.

I sent an email to my boss yesterday giving him the heads up about my “condition” and that my doctor’s advised me to leave work earlier then I had anticipated. He fired back saying he would like to have a meeting this morning to discuss what the company can do for me and how he can help me over the next few weeks, be it decreased work hours, working from home, etc.

I’m not one to gripe about work that much on this blog because I fear what happened to dooce.  (Though, if that means I get fired and rocket to super-blog-stardom and never have to work an office job again? Bring. It. On!) But I will say that I have the greatest boss in the world. He’s a complete family man; anything that I’ve had come up, child-related, he’s been MORE then accommodating and really supportive. I couldn’t have asked for a better boss. (Hi Boss! *waves* I hope you’re reading this entry!)

I can’t imagine leaving work early. I can just imagine how bored I’d be at home, counting the days until The Baby’s arrival. Alone. Just me. Because I would totally take advantage of sending Carter to daycare still. I would roam the house looking for Fun! tasks to do because who would want to do laundry and clean while on vacation? Then I would shop and get in trouble for spending all the monies we’ve saved. Then I would have to go back to work. See, just won’t work.

Though the alternative of pushing myself too hard and possibly ending up on bedrest sucks The Big One too.

I guess I could handle leaving work early.

After all, I’d still have you, right?

Right Internetz?

*crickets*

Internetz?

If you’ve been following my Tweets this morning you’d see that I’ve been freaking over the loss of my 2GB flash drive. I admit that I haven’t been entirely careful with it considering it holds a bunch of valuable information for my work’s new websites - yes, WEBSITES. Stupid me hadn’t backed it up to a computer, just kept everything on the flash drive. The flash drive that has been MIA over the past week I’ve been avoiding my boss’ requests for visual updates. I may have even used the excuse that my toddler hid it on me because what good are children if you can’t implicate them for missing items. But being that it’s a new week and *should* of had the opportunity to find it over th weekend, I can no longer avoid his requests. Hence me - freaking the shit out.

Blurred by despair, I agreed giving a blow job should Mike be able to locate the flash drive (since he’s home for the day), and won’t you know, the bugger found the damn thing in less that 15 minutes.

Shit.

I don’t know that I can use the syphilis line again.

Got any ideas to get me out of this one?

Or do I just admit defeat and take on for the team?

[Changing topic - NOW]

I now LOVE San Pellegrino and even Perrier now too.

The reason I’m sharing is because I took pictures of the bottles that I really like. And how else can I prove to you that I am insane but blog about head and soda water at the same time?

See:

Nice, right?

Still fun?

Yeah, it’s a bottle of fuckin’ water you loon.

Not to mention, a couple of Criss Angel’s motorcycles:

He was away for Christmas holidays or avoiding The Crazy Canadian Stalker while we were there, but I did get to see his store, production office for Mindfreak, as well as some of his bikes and cars.

Not to mention, lose my bag full of lens and camera gear near his store!

That sucked.

But! Thanks to some great person, it was dropped off at Luxor security and I got it ALL back.

I like to think that Criss was looking out for me.

[blank stare]

Mike thinks I shouldn’t put off the fitting for my straight jacket any longer.

Quit nodding. I thought we were friends!