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I have to admit, it's rather nice having a President who is willing to not only say "I screwed up," but also "I'm frustrated with myself." It's something that's been sorely lacking the last eight years.

I didn't watch the Superbowl because I didn't care. I find it extremely amusing, too, that I was the only one at work that Ted DIDN'T schedule to work on Superbowl Sunday (busiest pizza day of the year).. and I'm the only one who didn't care about the game. I wasn't even 100% positive who had won when I went to work on Monday morning; again, didn't watch the game. It's awesome.

So, Robert and I have a friend who lives in Kansas City who needed to find someone to adopt one of her cats cause she couldn't take care of him anymore. We talked about it and decided to adopt him. Originally, she was going to drive all the way down here, but then the next day she asked us if we wanted to meet somewhere. So we met her in Emporia on Sunday to get the cat. His name is Rocky, he's a black-and-white manx cat, and I don't have a picture because I'm still without a phone.

Yesterday, when I got home from work, I couldn't find the cat. I typed out a whole long story, but then I got bored rereading it, so I'll just give the Cliff's Notes version: the cat, we're pretty sure, ended up being somewhere between the first and second floor of our house, because after four hours of looking, he jumped out of a closet that I had thoroughly cleaned out in an effort to look for him, and there was a hole we found in the closet that looked like it led under the stairs. On the bright side, I had been wanting to clean that closet out for quite some time now, and now it's done. We went to Walmart and bought a latch for that closet door; Rocky won't be hiding in there again. We also moved his litter box and his food and water into the bathroom; we didn't want them in the basement anymore since we were looking for him and found a way he could jump into the basement of the other side of the duplex - we don't have room in the kitchen for the litter box or his food and water, so we made room in the bathroom.

I have nothing else to babble about.

( cut because my insane pregnant woman hormones are going haywire again :( )

I had a doctor's appointment on Monday, everything's going ridiculously normal. I couldn't get health insurance, so I guess I'm just gonna have huge medical bills. I'll be all right, though, I'll set up payment arrangements so that I don't have to file bankruptcy. I had a sonogram last month, everything looked extremely normal (no deformities, no defects, nothing), I'm measuring normal, I have no abnormal symptoms.. of course, my pregnancy with Justin was ridiculously normal up until about this point, and then my blood sugar went nuts. I have that test next month, here's to praying I come up normal this go-round.

I don't even have any weirdo cravings! There's a girl at work who's also pregnant, she's going to have her kid about 3 weeks after I have mine, the other night, she had made breadsticks, she was drizzling them with honey and then dipping them in ranch. HONEY AND RANCH. blech.

I have nothing more to say, so I'm gonna close this now.

So my kid watches Sesame Street in the morning, right? The other morning, he's watching, I'm playing around on Facebook, when all of a sudden, I recognize a song!



I love it!

I've been actually cooking for dinner, as opposed to making Hamburger Helper, or just picking fast food up, or making Robert cook. I've found all sorts of recipes that I've been trying out. Some turn out well, some don't, the ones that do, I save so I can make them again sometime. I've found that I enjoy my meals that much more for the effort that I'm putting into them. I've also discovered that instant mashed potatoes have NOTHING on real ones - I've actually been making real potatoes lately. Cooking is mostly foreign to me, Robert says it's because you learn to cook from your parents/grandparents. I wouldn't know, my mom doesn't cook. Nearly everything I had growing up got cooked in the microwave. I think the only thing that wasn't cooked in the microwave was the rare occasions we had spaghetti. But I've discovered that I really like sitting down with my cookbooks, poring through them, deciding what I want to make during the week, writing down what ingredients the recipes call for (and how much), going through my kitchen, figuring out what I already have, making my shopping list accordingly, and then going to the store with my list. It's also prevented me from doing impulse shopping at the grocery store, because I also put things we need in general on my list (milk, cereal, bread, etc) and that makes it so that I can stick to my list - and ONLY to my list, so that if it's not on my list, it doesn't get put in my cart.

Christ, I really do act like an adult now. When the hell did this happen?

Today, Robert and I took the kids out to help his mom move. She had been living in Eureka, which, while not exactly Wichita, at least has a Sonic. And a grocery store. She moved out to Bumfuck, Egypt, and that's not much of an exaggeration. It got me thinking, and I think this is probably just a side effect of growing up in.. well, I know Wichita isn't the biggest city around, but it's big enough. Anyways, I grew up in a good sized city, and that's probably why I've always wondered what it would be like to live in a small town.. if I actually lived in one, I think I'd go crazy, honestly. Good gravy, his mom's gotta be living AT LEAST thirty miles from the nearest grocery store. Three gallons of gas just to go get a gallon of milk and come back! It doesn't hurt so bad now when gas is $1.69 a gallon, but it can't be too long before gas gets super expensive again. I just don't think I could handle it. I have to have civilization. I have to be able to go to the grocery store and interact with a stranger while they're ringing up my groceries. I have to be able to spend less on gas than I am on the milk. Good gravy, I just had a thought, I hope they don't have an emergency, and not just because I hope that for everyone I know, but because I don't know where their ambulance/fire truck/cops/whatever would come from and I don't know how long it would take. I like knowing that if my house catches fire, or something happens to Justin, I can call 911 and the ambulance/fire truck will be there soon. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't live 30 miles from anything even remotely RESEMBLING civilization. But his mom seems like she's going to be happy, so I'm happy for her.

I've found myself, for the most part, happier since transferring to the new Domino's after mine closed. I get along with everyone there, and it's nice that the managers trust that I know how to do my job, and let me just do my job, rather than micromanaging me and telling me what to do every baby step of the way. I don't wake up every day dreading going to work because I'm not feeling like dealing with this person's bitchiness, this person's moodiness, this person's bipolarness, this person's unpredictability, etc. I don't even wake up dreading work at all anymore.. well, except when it snows, but that's an outside circumstance. But I've been coming home in a better mood for not having to deal with idiots and irrational people. Also, where William was scheduling me for 25-30 hours a week, Ted is scheduling me for the 35-40 a week that I want, and the tips are better at the new store, so financially, I'm doing better as well.

Really, I don't have anything to complain about at the moment. Justin whines a lot and throws a lot of tantrums these days, but he's 2, so that's pretty much all the explanation anyone needs, and I'm figuring he'll be okay once he gets a little older and more reasonable. I had a sonogram this week, and the baby looks great; no deformities, everything's developing completely normal. The baby is even measuring exactly where it should be, down to the day, so my pregnancy is just insanely normal at the moment. Robert and I are still planning on waiting until the baby's born to find out whether it's a boy or a girl, so I don't know. I think it's another boy, but I don't actually care whether it's a boy or a girl as long as I get a healthy baby, and so far, looks like I'm getting my wish. My c-section date has been set for May 5, so unless I go into labor before then, I'll be having this baby on May 5.

I don't really have anything else to say, so I'm gonna close this up and go to work (because not everyone gets today off).

So, I got bitchslapped by the economic crisis, but I've received my bailout, although it wasn't by the government.

I suppose I should elaborate.

( slightly tl;dr )

Well, that's about enough babbling for today; I'm hungry, time for breakfast.

I don't update enough, I know, I know, whatever.

Work's going okay. I can't stand one of the other drivers there - he's completely obnoxious, self-centered, spoiled little rich boy and he gets off on calling me fat, ugly, whathaveyou, but in less than a month, he's going to college and then I don't have to put up with him anymore, so that's cool. As of July 21, I cost $7 an hour - now what's messed up about that? I make more per hour to drive now than I EVER did to run shift. Now that's funny.

I downloaded Jordin Sparks' CD the other day. It's not bad, but it's not something I'd buy. "No Air" is, in my opinion, the standout track of the CD. One of the bonus tracks, "Virginia Is For Lovers" (which she wrote) is probably going to end up one of my most overplayed mp3s - it's really good.

I also downloaded Audio Day Dream by Blake Lewis. It's GREAT. Like, I'm thinking I'm probably not gonna find it in stores now that he's been dropped by his record label, but if I do, I will buy this thing. I can't pinpoint one particular standout because it's a solid CD from beginning to end. If the record label would have promoted it better, it could have been huge.

We rented Jumper and The Day After Tomorrow from Blockbuster. I thought both movies were good, I liked Jumper more, but I'm into fantasy movies/books/whatever, so I WOULD like Jumper more. I found The Day After Tomorrow to be good, but unrealistic with wooden acting at points. But Jake Gylenhaal is one fine specimen of man, so that pretty much makes up for everything :D!

I kinda sorta pretty much like the new Miley Cyrus song. GOD SOMEBODY JUST SHOOT ME NOW CHRIST I'M 22 WHY DO I LIKE THIS SONG?

My son has started saying "I love you too" when you tell him you love him. He still doesn't say a whole lot, though. But he'll learn. He's learned how to scream. Aleve has become a permanent staple in my household.

I'm gonna go finish getting ready for work now.

I should definitely update more often.

On Sunday, we all (me, Robert and the kids) went to the Wichita Art Museum. The art itself was cool, but the employees there were so holier-than-thou that it made me never want to go back. Five minutes into it we were approached by security guards and told we were too close to the paintings. I'm sure it was probably me, even with my glasses on I can't see worth a damn and I know I was leaning in to read the stories behind the paintings that were displayed right by them. There wasn't a rope or anything so I figured it was okay...apparently not. I pretty much lost interest after that because I like to know the stories behind paintings, makes them more interesting to me, and without leaning in I couldn't read them. I know I need new glasses but we just can't afford them at the moment. It wasn't just the security guards either, it was literally every employee we had contact with...they all just treated us with such an "I'm-better-than-you" attitude, it was disgusting. And untrue. The truth is, nobody's better than anybody.

Yesterday I worked all day. Shay, the new girl, came up and hung out all day and she is PSYCHO. I swear. She showed me and Cindy where she broke two of her toes because she got pissed off at her husband while she was drunk and attempted to pick up their glass coffee table and throw it at him. And she's all "Usually I can pick that thing up no problem" and I'm like "Wait, usually? As in, you do this on a regular basis?" PSYCHO. She was all calling her husband every name in the book, yelling at him, cussing at him all day, and I'm sitting there going "Damn, I don't ever want to be on your bad side." She reminds me a LOT of Sabrina from high school, and that's not a good thing, not even a little bit. I pretty much don't like her, and I'm sort of scared of her, but I'm sure as hell not gonna tell her that.

It's getting to the point where I'm pretty happy I open with Cindy most days because she's just about the only person there I can really stand. It's just not a fun place to be. William's pissing me off too - he knows I'm looking for a new job but he keeps throwing in snide comments like "You know you'll never leave this place" and "You'll never find a different job" and "I don't think you'll ever quit" and the like. RARR.

But today, I am not going to worry about any of my issues with anything cause I have all three kids today and I'm just gonna have fun with them :D