Thank You.

Thank you Nancy for tagging me. I know I don't really "fit" anywhere on the blogging universe, but to know that someone thought of me like that really warms my heart. <3

Rules:

1-Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
2-Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3-Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
4-Name 7 things about yourself that people may not know.
5-Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.
6-Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
7-Leave a comment on each


Seven things, huh?

1. I am the most sensitive person I know. Even though I can be an absolute asshole when I need to, if someone makes me unbelievably mad, I will most likely cry.

2. I would try pretty much any food at least once. I watch that show, Biz.arre Foo.ds and most of the things he eats I would try. I would NOT try spiders or anything resembling a bug though. Not uh, no way, no how.

3. Part of me wishes I would have waited to get married. Sometimes I wish I had experienced things first and traveled a little. Dated people (not slept with them, just dated and such) and got to know more people.

4. I don't think I will ever be as good as some of the fashion photographers I have seen out there. I would love to, but I don't think I will ever be at the status I want to be at.

5. I am an absolute redneck at heart. I like bonfires, beers, sleeping in tents, country music, and yes, even a little flannel.

6. When I see pictures of Ireland, I feel homesick. No, I'm not from Ireland but I have deep roots there and I think maybe in a past life, I lived there. It literally brings tears to my eyes because I want to go back there so badly...and I've never been there in the first place.

7. I have a secret obsession with vampires. If there were such a thing, I would totally wanna be one. Not like Twi.light vampires though. What's up with that sparkly shit? More like, Tr.ue Blo.od vampires.



So I guess that's it. Gosh, I think those above confessions make me look weird. Oh wait, I ~am~ weird. Sweet.

Now that the past week is done...

I can look back and laugh a little since I'm not still dealing with the week from hell.

Let's see...

Monday--Worked until 2pm and went home early not feeling well. I think it's the coffee that does it; it makes my tongue feel parched and no amount of water will help. My herbs are the only thing that did the trick.

Tuesday--Worked until 11 and definitely should NOT have driven to work. At this point, I'm on approximately day 12 of AF and the anemia has yet again, kicked in. I'm dizzy and lightheaded and can't focus at all. And nauseous doesn't even begin to describe it. I leave at 11:30 when the lady from Minute.Clinic told me I couldn't drive home so I called my aunt and sister to pick me up. I'm pretty sure my manager wasn't happy but he faked it anyways.

Wednesday--Back to work even though I probably should have stayed home again. To make matters worse, I have to work until 5:30 to make up some time today and tomorrow. Still a little nauseous.

Thursday--Feeling ok but drinking a lot of water to stay hydrated because of the aforementioned weird tongue thing. Have to pee a lot. Not good when they have stupidly requested that the bathrooms be painted in the MIDDLE of the day. So, everytime we need to use the bathroom, we have to wait for the non-English speaking men to remove themselves and hope that they do not barge back in again.

Friday--Same story as Thursday only they have cut our dress down days so we are dressed up and not comfortable. At least I'm not working until 4:30 and only because I have to race home and get to Newport for 6 for our promo video shoot for the group. The night ensued with listening to "psychics" yammer on about some stupid shit they were pulling out of their asses.


Which brings us to today. What fun is there in store? Well, we're back to Newport tonight for more fun at the fort but it should be better because there will be no camera crew, no psychics (or at least less of them), and hubby will be with me.

Gosh, I really hope next week is gonna be better. Actually, I know it is because AF is FINALLY gone.

Undescribable.

I'm not sure what emotion overpowers the other right now. Anger, sadness, frustration...it's a little bit of all of them.

I found pictures online of The Boy and my husband's family...and they are very recent photos. I can't believe they think they have the right to see him and we don't. Where do they get off? I told my husband he either calls them and bitches them out and tells them never to contact us again or he can walk.

And I'm so serious.


This whole situation has turned our lives upside down and they think it's a fucking game. They all live in different states, from Maine to Pennsylvania and get to see him, yet we live in the SAME FUCKING STATE and we can't. Bullshit. They are going to know that we are pissed one way or the other but let me tell you, when shit hits the fan, it's not going to be pretty. They have seriously pissed off the wrong person for the LAST time.

Gimmie three steps, gimmie three steps mister.

So, we pushed and pushed for 5 years and we are right back at square one. We got to court on Tuesday at 8:30am. At 9, they called everyone into the court room and went one by one calling off the names of the people who were summoned to court that day. We looked around and didn't see her. Secretly, I was praying she wouldn't show up and our lawyer would issue the arrest warrant. As names were called off and immediately answered with "here", they came to ours. As soon as our names were called out, our lawyer said "hold". Dammit.

Well, that didn't happen. She didn't show up until approximately 2 1/2 hours late but our lawyer didn't issue a damn thing. We had the male state attorney and the female SA was the one who issued the summons. She would have issued the warrant had she had our case that day. Shit. So we sit there and watch everyone get up and testify, explain their story, and walk away with either a pissed off look, a sad look, a content look, or a hefty fine to pay.

Our lawyer asks if we've seen her. Nope. He says he's going to call her lawyer and find out where they are. He does and gets no answer at the office. He says we'll wait. At this point I'm fuming because we weren't supposed to wait; there was supposed to be a warrant out for her arrest. If we hadn't shown up, there would be a cop at our door within hours to take my husband to the ACI.

Finally they show up and she stays in the hall. Good place for her, the bitch. We find out that her "husband" failed his BCI check (like I thought he was going to. He's only had about 10 convictions in the last 10 years. *eyeroll*) and that he is back in jail for "intent to sell". My husband, to my surprise, gets pissed and says "I don't want my son living with them; I want to file for custody". Well, she was not happy when her lawyer told her that. She starts spewing off that she kicked him out and they are getting divorced and blah blah blah. Bullshit.

So, ultimately we are still paying child support each week because now there is no one to adopt him. Good, I didn't want anyone to adopt him anyways (unless it were me) especially not this douchebag she called a husband. Anyway, the support was lowered since hubby isn't making as much but he tells them to keep taking the original amount for a while until arrears are paid off. Whatever. I was counting on that money to use for his birthday but he blew that idea.

The next step is for our lawyer to file a motion for custody but I've made up my mind. We ARE filing for sole custody whether she likes it or not and we ARE demanding a drug test on her. Period. Plain and simple. She doesn't like it? Too fucking bad, bitch. You're playing MY game now...and trust me, I ~always~ win.


**In other news, I'm up to 250mg of Clomid this cycle (ugh) and 500mg of Metformin. I'm hoping it goes somewhere because if I have to hear one more word about the pregnant girl at work, I'm going to go all psycho on someone. Which is another story for another day.