25 Sucks

Birthdays suck. They just do. I'm 25 and have been dreading it for so long, that yesterday I noticed the date on my cell phone and actually went, "Wow, I can't believe I haven't even paid attention! I almost completely forgot I'm having a birthday this year!"
I have an innate fear of getting old, and can honestly say the only birthdays I looked forward to were 16, 17, and 18. Not even 21! On top of that I caught a nasty cough from my son, and have had it a lot longer than he had it. Add on to that the sniffles and sneezing that started this morning. Being sick on your birthday sucks! And I've heard a few times that 25 is considered a "real" adult. That sucks too!

So my boys did their best to cheer me up. And I must admit, it was mighty sweet!


*I let the little one open my present for me...*



*Ooh, what's that? My Trashy Diva dress! Yipee!*



*My birthday cake. The first cake Rick has ever baked- and he put Seamus to work too! It was pretty good, and Spice- my favorite!*


*Me and Seamy blowing out the candles...*



*Testing out the finished product- yummy! And do you see how swollen my face is? Uh! Disgusting!*

Overall it wasn't too bad, I guess. But I'm not looking forward to getting older...

I'm still pretty bummed about not getting that house. I'm really irked about it. I guess everything happens for a reason, but I feel like it would've been an easy transition that would have eased a lot of stress. But what's done is done, and I have no control over it now. I don't see any great prospects in our future, so we'll suck it up and stay here. Our house is nice, too bad we can't put it on the back of a flat bed and take it to a new location! And Rick talked to the cops yesterday and complained about the neighbors. Of course they're already familiar with them, but didn't put our minds at ease. They will do nothing, unless they are physically harming me while on the phone with 9-1-1! Damn, police.

In brighter news...

Here's a sample of my son's birthday invitation. This is just a sample and in no way reflects any of our real info. I used eBay again. Different company than last year. No reason, other than just finding EXACTLY what I was looking for here and they are on the ball. Sent out the proofs within hours and I'm really excited to be receiving them in the mail.



And then this is just a picture of a diaper bag by Trophy Queen that I have fallen in love with. I have two bags from them already, and praise their quality. I don't own Louis Vuitton or Gucci, like some of my friends, but these bags last and I've used the same one for years without the slightest sign of wear. I use my Mexican blanket handbag daily and thought about replicating the bag as a diaper bag, but what's the point? When going for an awesome Kustom bag, shouldn't they be different- but equally as awesome? Somehow I can imagine Rick having a problem using this one. *sigh* Men.
For now it's just a dream anyway. We're broke, but with my currents stresses and turmoil, feel like treating myself. As I always seem to! I can afford it, put it on the credit card and pay in 2 installments. I'd be a great financial adviser wouldn't I? J/ K

So Bummed. So Pissed.

We had found an awesome Craftsman house to rent that was AMAZING. The stupid management lady said it was ours. We faxed in our application and then never heard from her again. Until today. She never even ran our application, and rented it to someone else instead. I'm so fucking pissed! The place was perfect, and the only place I was willing to move to. Maybe we jinxed ourselves by telling people we were looking at it. Who the fuck knows. But I'm beyond annoyed. I avoided sending out my sons fireman birthday invitations because we weren't sure were the party was going to be. Well, now we know. Come on down to the ghetta!

5~16

Today is my first wedding anniversary. I'm getting old. I'll be 25 in a week and can't believe at my age I've already had so many milestones, like marriage and two kids. My life is flying by.


*5-16-08*


*So frustrating! I can't find the professional photo disc of our wedding, so I'm scanning these and the quality is crappy! Argh!*



*And I'm still totally in love with my dress! I refuse to go and have it put in a preservation box. It's in my hallway hanging in it's dress bag where I can fondle it at anytime. I know that makes me crazy, right? And if I could fit into right now, I probably would clean around the house in it when no one else was home!*

Last year we had a wild time. We planned it all on a budget, therefore somethings were a little scattered-brained and unorthodox, but I wouldn't change a thing. Rick's cousins husband made us the most gorgeous wedding cake ever- as a gift! He works at some fancy hotel in Orange County where he makes cakes that have chocolate waterfalls and all kinds of foofy stuff. But his cakes are the best cakes ever. Nothing compares! When I told him my concept he looked at me like I was crazy, but the finished product was even better than I expected.


*Unfortunately, the idiot waiters at our recpetion site cut into the top layer when cutting our cake. A big no-no. I had guests running up frantically to us about it. We were supposed to save it for our one year anniversary.*

So tonight we went to what has to be the fanciest restaurant in own. The weird thing is this town isn't that nice, but the prices at this place are beyond outrageous. My mom had given us a $50 gift certificate for this place as a Christmas gift, and that didn't even cover one persons dinner! We each had a steak, probably the best we've ever had- and split two sides. Because you know at a place like this, a side dish isn't even included! We skipped dessert, and the bill was $117! Holy shit! At least it was an anniversary dinner! Later we went for a cruise in Rick's old truck along the coast, and then we went home and he surprised me with this.


*A cake by his cousin's husband Christoph! Probably the frickin' sweetest thing ever!*

Needless to say, I think Rick bought himself another year!

New Hair. And A New Home?

*Excuse my sweaty face. And the chub. Keep in mind that I am 37 weeks pregnant and have cankles! But how many people look amazing the last couple weeks anyway? Or at least that's what I'm telling myself....*

*37 weeks this Saturday*

I am the type of person who will talk about change forever, but hardly ever do it. Like my hair, talked about it for nearly 9 months and finally bit the bullet today. It's been so hot, and my hair was feeling so heavy and blah. So I made an appointment, and just did it. I almost backed out, but Rick told me that if I came back with only one inch cut off he wasn't going to pay for it. So I had to! And I love it! The Bettie-look may be temporarily gone, but I'm hoping that by the time my hair grows back I will be able to fit in my dresses again. I just really needed a change.

And it looks like we may be moving. We found a nice craftsman bungalow with a lot of the old features that resemble our current home, but not as nice. It's in a great neighborhood and has a view! The house was a rental for years, so it's a little funky, but for the most part- great. I keep falling back into panic mode though. Think of reasons to stay, because the house we live in is amazing. At least to us. We did everything to make this house EXACTLY how we wanted. We have an old claw tub for gods sake! I'll show pictures of it soon. And the outside once we move. If we move. And you all will wonder why the fuck we chose to leave. Sometimes I think that way too. Is it the worst neighborhood? No, but it sucks and it's getting worse. And it will only be a little while later before Rick loses his cool and goes over to those tweaker tagger dudes and gets in a fight. And those guys all congregate on the porch in a pack of 10 or more. So my little Blondie won't have a chance :(
And I'm not promoting violence either. I just have to keep reminding myself of the positives for moving. Like the fact that this house in a NICE neighborhood is $1300 cheaper a month, and $6,000 a year in property tax added to that- cheaper. Yeah. That makes a HUGE difference, doesn't it? In walking distance from Seamus' pres-school. And it's got a nice Magnet school close by, if we stay long enough for Seamus to attend, and a few other pluses. One minus? They want us to move in ASAP or it may go to someone else. Like next week ASAP. I will be completely immobile in doing anything. I can barely walk as it is! So Rick will be moving it all with me sitting on a chair pointing. And stressing since I'm about to give birth. And the ironic part is that I said very early in this pregnancy that I didn't want to be moving with a newborn. Can I call it or what?

Oh well...it'll all work out, whatever we do. And let me be shallow for a moment, and just stare at my new hair!

Yeah, I'm Not Here For You

In a small town like this, it's inevitable to run into people you don't want to see. Like ex-boyfriends.

Rick and I have been talking a lot about moving lately. We've been pondering renting a home in a really nice neighborhood for cheaper than our current mortgage, and saving up the extra money so we can buy a new house in a few years in that type of neighborhood. We've been looking on craigs list, and doing drive-bys.

Today me and Seamus went to go look at two houses. One was in a cul de sac that was a bit of a tight squeeze. I pulled into another driveway to get out and realized that standing in this said driveway was an ex-boyfriend and his father. I didn't know where they lived! My jaw drops, as does his. He seems to be under the impression that I'm here for him. He must not notice the toddler in back, or my huge belly! I reverse and get the hell out of there as fast as possible. It was the strangest situation I've gotten myself into in a while!

Needless to say there is no way I'll be able to handle living three doors down from him. I don't think Rick would either. The guy was a total mistake I made right before I met Rick, who threw public tantrums for almost a year into Rick and I going out. There is no hard feelings, but I just think it would be a little creepy. And that guy used to be a total nightmare.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to keep looking around!

Um...

Um...when did sober living move in across the street? Apparently, recently! And I'm 100% serious!!!!

I think it's time to move. Officially!!!!

~35 Weeks~

Sunday was my baby shower. My sister-in-law and mother-in-law rock and threw me a little bash with just friends and a little family. I got some awesome stuff, and am good to go now. Here's some pics of my big ass belly. Maybe I'll post some pics of the stuff I got later.


*My feet are officially swollen most of the day now, and my arms are ginormous! Ahhh!!!!!!*


And here's a pic of my belly from two weeks ago. Way smaller!