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Well, today is my niece's one week birthday and I have her all to myself. Well, I DID have her all to myself all day but the kids will all be home soon so I'll have to share her with them. Oh well, she's HERE and that's good enough for me!!
I had a really great weekend, even though I was bored out of my mind yesterday. I truly don't know what I did for God to send Craig to me. I love him more than I could ever show. He treats my like a queen and aspires to grant my every wish. He has NEVER told me "no" to any request I've made. I could spend every dime we have and he'd just find a way to keep going. I think my relationship with him is the best and most healthy relationship I've ever had. It's just pure and special, strong and healthy, loving and supportive. I'll never understand why God sent him to me, but I'll be incredibly greatful for every minute I have with him.
We're FINALLY fished with the bathroom remodel. Thank God, because I was tired of having to truck my fat ass all the way across the house because it would force me to have to look at the pig styes the kids create in their rooms. Ryan is fairly neat, but the other two have definite issues in there. Probably need a tetanus shot just to enter Austin's room. (How does his room get so disgusting when he's hardly ever here?) Anyway, it all came together nicely thanks to a ton of hard work from my hubby.
So I'm going to start keeping my sister's baby in a couple of weeks when she goes back to work. I've been thinking about keeping one more, but I'm not sure. I might as well do something. I dunno.
I was reading up on my reality shows today and saw that they'd named the winner for America's Got Talent. I didn't realize it was over but I was curious to see who won because the few times I watched it I was completely awed when this girl sang. Her voice is simply astounding for any age, but when you consider that this girl is 11 it is absolutely mind blowing. It appears that she took home the $1million dollar prize. Check it out here. Go listen.
Other than that it's been a pretty boring weekend. It's so boring that I found myself COOKING. I even baked a homemade chocolate cake and made even the frosting. This is crazy. I don't cook anymore. Shit, now they're probably going to expect it from me. Great.
As I was loading the pictures onto the computer I happened across this picture of my niece. Do you see ANY resemblance to Uncle Fester? I noticed it right away.
This was only about 15 minutes after she was born and she got considerably cuter as the day wore on... thank God.
I can't stand that ho right now. I got out of bed long enough to go run and get some bbq chicken and my damn truck felt like Satan was making himself right the fuck at home in there. Jesus, I'm ready for winter. No, not fall... WINTER. I want the miserably cold weather now. It's 102 here and close to 110 with the heat index. Bitch.
My sister called me yesterday and asked me to come and show her how to give the baby a bath. Yes, you read that right... a bath. (It is beyond me how 1 person can be so clueless. That bath is just one thing that she has "no idea", to use her own phrase, how to do.) So Craig and I drove over there after he got home from work. She'd called and asked if we'd pick her up some dinner on our way, so we did that too.
So I'm showing her how to bath the baby until the umbilical cord comes off, when her landlord come in. I finish up getting the baby dressed (Rusti put the diaper on so loose before the bath that the baby kicked it off) and go to sit down with her when Rusti flat out jumped my shit... right in front of her landlord. She said, "Kristi, I was GOING to put the alcohol on the cord!!!" I responded that she'd said she didn't have any alcohol and she flat out yelled at me in front of her landlord. Her landlord said, "Easy mama" and then commented to me about the "Red Headed stranger" (my sister has reddish hair)I handed her the baby and left. I'm not going to sit there for that. I don't need it.
Now here's the kicker. That type of comment and the bitchiness behind it, are many of the reasons I didn't associate with her at all in the last two years. So leaving was the best way to keep myself from saying something I'd regret, but I was SO close to just ripping her apart. She has always been sort of self-centered (just one of the reasons she named her daughter Junior. Yes, her daughter has exactly the same name as her, with Jr. tacked on to the end) I'm just not going to fight but neither will I cowtow to her.
So, she can do all this on her own the next few days and see how it works for her. As per my usual, I'm going back to bed.
My brand-spanking new niece!!! This was taken while they were still stitching my sister up. My sister was too embarassed to ask the doc for that "extra stitch" so I did it for her. I must say it was quite surreal talking to an almost stranger about my sister's snatch. Actually, talking to anyone about her snatch is really too much! LOL
God, just looking at this picture is hideous. It's obvious how stressful it was just by looking at the picture. I look like shit, but I don't care.
I was my sister's labor "coach" and was in the delivery room for the birth. My mother finally got there about 30 minutes before she was born. She was born naturally and I've got a WHOLE bunch of pics to prove it. My camera was snapping from the second she crowned. I even have the strangest looking picture of just her head once it was out.
I stayed at the hospital with my sister from the time I took her to the hospital until last night. They were discharged about two hours ago and are finally home, resting comfortably.
Anyway, she's perfect. Other than my sister, I was the only person allowed to go and get her from the nursery so I spent almost all my time with the baby. I've changed all of her diapers since my sister was scared to, if you can believe that, but she finally started changing them last night. As I said... she's perfect and I'm already over the moon about her.
However, I'm having "issues" today so I'm going back to bed.
I'm so excited!!! It's almost time and I can't wait. My neice will be here sometime Tuesday. They're inducing labor on my sister at midnight tomorrow.
I'm going to her house around 7pm or so to take the last "pregnant" pictures of her. I've found some really cute ones on a photographer's blog that I read that I want to duplicate. She does AMAZING work, so I'm not expecting them to be as good as hers just something my sister can be proud of. If you want to see some really great work, go here.
Today though, my back is KILLING me. Not muscle spasms but it feels like the pain is in the bones and it's really just worse than I've felt in a long time, but I'm thinking that with tomorrow's excitement, I'll feel better.
and I don't care. Craig is sleeping like a rock so I guess he doesn't either. This medicine still makes me feel like I'm running through water and I hate that feeling. I think I'll just go lay down and snuggle up with Craig and the dogs.
We can clean tomorrow.
I woke up today with the strangest sensation that I had "missed" something. I took my medicine before I went to bed so I know that I slept well. The fact that I woke up to my clothes laying in a heap on the floor wasn't something I was expecting. Craig had a terribly satisfied look on his face, but he's been getting more than enough so I couldn't tell if it was carry over from night before last or if something indeed happened last night. And these, my friends, are just a few of the reasons not to take Ambien before bed. No?
I gotta go get lunch. I'm thinking Subway. Yum!
My patience is nearing negative numbers. Seriously in jeopardy or coming unhinged right now. Ryan has decided, today of all days, to let the bitch out of the box. We had to sit and wait forEVER on the orthopedic doc but when he finally came in he couldn't believe that she had hurt another part of her body... he obviously hasn't gotten to know her. Anyway, he put in her a walking boot but thinks this is going to take 3-4 weeks to heal. Suits me just fine.
So I took her back up to the school to leave for the volleyball game (that she won't be playing in) and her coach had the audacity to tell me that she doesn't believe ActiveAnkle braces prevent injuries. Uhhh, ok then could you PLEASE tell me why the injury never happened when she had them on and DID the first week they went without? I'm too pissed off to even write out the whole conversation.
noticed that Mtv Cribs is great! I love that show!
Here is the bruising as of this afternoon. The bruising traces the path of the tear, therefore this is indicative of substantial tearing. The only thing worse will be the doctor telling her it stretched before it tore. If so, the ankle will remain unstable without surgical intervention.
appears to be shit. I'm tired of shit. It doesn't look too good. I mean, you NEVER find shit (of any kind) and think, "Oh hey, I never thought about doing that with it!" Right? Well, the trainer at the school took took the air cast off of Ryan's leg and proclaimed it to be shit. Great. So, I'd really like the rest of the week to be "shit free" if it can be,k? Mmm k.
On a not so shitty note, Ryan and I got through at the school and headed out for bbq. She cried through most of the meal (made me feel like more shit) but managed to sqeeze in about half of her meal. I filled her prescription for pain meds and now we're about to sleep the rest of the afternoon away. YAY!!!! I love naptime. I figure I earned it this last month, and maybe with Ryan doped up she won't twitch too much. Like that'll happen.
I've gotten where it's hard for me to eat. I don't know what's wrong with my stomach but it started out as me dieting and now it's gotten to the point that I just don't WANT to eat. I managed to eat a piece of bbq chicken at lunch but by the time I got about half way through it (it was just a leg) I couldn't even think about taking another bite. Even taking a sip of my tea took me time to work up to it. It just felt like my stomach would burst. I've lost 22lbs in the past 5 weeks, though so that's pretty good.
Doc's office just called. Not sure if this is good or not, but I think "not"... they're working her in between the doc's surgeries tomorrow at noon. Fabulous.
Craig's surgery is two weeks from Thursday. Yuck, I wouldn't trade ALL 13 of my surgeries combined for the one he's having. He's getting his nose basically rebuilt on the inside (so he can breathe) and his tonsils and uvula removed. The doc told him it'll be the worst pain he's ever been in. They want him off work for at least 3 weeks but I think it'll be a miracle if he stays home more than a week.
I am exhausted. Between running crap back and forth to Ryan and trying to get the new doors hung and then the touch up painting... my goose is cooked. For once, I think Craig's is, too. I really think the stress of all the construction and redecoration is just wearing thin. Then, to have this injury hit Ryan now... it just took alot out of us on Saturday. (You gotta know just how freaked out he has to be to leave the golf course mid-game!!) He's almost as pissed at the coaches as I am, but he's much more diplomatic about it so he's going to handle talking to the AD. I'm pretty sure my acid tongue would rear its ugly head and I really don't want to do that... yet. When I talked to Marshall on Saturday he actually even agreed with me. (We both got a good laugh over the fact that we haven't agreed about anything since roughly the time he proposed to me... forever ago!)
Ryan's foot has continued swelling all weekend and I've had to loosen the air cast no less than three times. It was supposed to expand with her but no such luck. Each time we've loosened it you could easily see where it's digging into her leg and foot. The dr's office just called me back and said as soon as he sees the x-rays (from the ER on Saturday) this morning he'll decide how quickly he needs to see her.
Joy.
Yesterday my baby boy turned 19. He was in and out most of the day but I finally grabbed him as he was walking out the door and snapped this picture. He wasn't happy about it, as you can plainly see. He was all grimy from doing stuff to his car... whatever guys do. I don't know, but I didn't care, I just needed a pic of him on his b-day! It's a bad pic, but still...
With Ryan turning 17 in September and Kyra having just turned 13 I think it's safe to say I'm almost done. Yeah right!!!!
And now, it's on to an update on the injured reserved. Ryan was complaining that the fiberglass air cast the hospital put on was too tight, so we took it off to loosen it up. Of course I had to snap a picture or two of her ugly foot.
Notice the ugly bruising building up just behind and below the ankle. It's going to get much worse and the bruising SHOULD end up traveling all the way to her toes. Until the bruising actually stops happening we won't have a true handle on how long she could possibly be down. I think we're just going to have her sit out the entire volleyball season, rehab the ankle and lift weights to prepare for basketball.
She's really bummed about that prospect because she's been voted All-District in volleyball and basketball since her freshman year and she really wanted to maintain that, but hey... shit happens.
So I drag my ass out of the house at 8:30 this morning to make it to Ryan's first scrimmage and I'm not in my seat more than 5 minutes watching their warmup when I watch her hit the floor and immediately start crying. It wasn't until that very moment that I noticed she didn't have her ankle braces on. GOD DAMNIT!!!
So the coaches carry her to the sidelines and I meet them at the sidelines to wait on the trainer. Ryan tells me that the coach isn't handing out ankle braces until Monday (kneepads, too!) which pretty much sent me into a rage that I somehow managed to contain. She got out HER set of ankle braces and put them on, then the coach PUT HER IN THE GAME! Could someone please tell me why? She's hobbling around, barely able to put any weight on her right foot at all and even when she told the coach she needed a sub the coach left her in. I finally YELLED to Ryan to get off the court.
At this point the trainer took the ankle brace off and got ice on her. Her ankle was HUGE and I knew it was a disaster. She was crying, and her ankle just grew and grew. They wrapped it up to contain the swelling but the damage was done. She physically tested negative for high fractures, but was neutral for a fracture over the ankle so they told me to get her to the hospital.
Here she is at the hospital about 30 minutes after the pain medicine set in. Needless to say, she was feeling no pain... mostly. Shortly after this giggly period, the really sleepy period set in... Thank GAWD!
This picture was taken before the really bad swelling and bruising set in. And it's only going to get worse over the next four or five days!
So they x-rayed her ankle and the preliminary report is that there are no fractures but they said the swelling is severe enough that they can't be SURE of it until it is read by an orthpedic surgeon. They went ahead and referred her to the orthopedic surgeon who did the surgery on her foot and who had taken care of her knees. He's AWESOME. He treats several players from the Dallas Cowboys and the Texas Rangers. In fact, he was the Ranger's team doc for a while, so we really like this guy.
So for now, she's out at least two weeks, but as far as I'm concerned she is out of volleyball for good. I am LIVID that they didn't give them all of their equipment when they started working out. They damn sure wouldn't have sent the football team out on the field for a scrimmage without their helmets or pads, would they?
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
To make a long story semi-short... Craig and I stayed up ALL night last night trying to get the vanity area and bathroom in our room finished. It's still not done. But now it's almost time to leave for Ryan's games, so that means coming home afterwards and doing MORE PAINTING. OMG I am SO. SICK. OF. PAINTING. Really all we've got left is the ceiling in the bathroom and inside the area that is going to be a towel closet... cuz I don't want the inside to look like shit. Stupid, I know but I still want it painted. He did get the new doors up on the closet and will do the bathroom and our bedroom door today. They look fabulous. It really sets the whole thing off.
In other news I have lost 18 nasty fat ass pounds. Woo-fucking-hoo. 783 more to go and I'll be in a size 6. Yeah, right. Whatever.
I'm covered in paint... it isn't pretty. We finished painting the bedroom last weekend, but we still had the vanity area and the bathroom to do this weekend. Well, we started it and I'm making a fucking mess. Craig has done a great job with the vanity so I thought it made perfect sense to start in the bathroom. I think there's more paint on me than on the walls.
Only four more days til school starts. I'm SO ready. Ryan has two scrimmage games for volleyball in the morning and then the parents meeting is after that. I hate those damn meetings. They're just fucking pointless if you ask me. Craig's playing in a golf tournament so I'm taking the girl's shopping after the scrimmage.
Austin turns 19 tomorrow. I can't believe it. 19. It seems like it was just a few days ago he was learning to walk. He wants a tatoo over his heart that says, "Momma's Boy" for his present. I guess if he's got to have a tattoo that's not so bad. Ryan wants one, too but I love the idea for hers because it suits her perfectly. She's a Disney freak. I mean she knows EVERYTHING Disney and I'm not shitting you. Anyway, she wants Tinkerbell on the small of her back, but she wants her to be spinning a basketball on her finger. I think it's a really cute idea. Everyone we know seems to have tattoos so she'll end up getting sooner or later.
Anyway, Austin is bringing his new girlfriend over for dinner for his birthday. He broke up with his girlfriend of 3 years because she started doing drugs. Serious drugs. Coke. He just said he can't handle that and told her not to even call him anymore but it still hurts him. I know he misses her, but I guess he's learning that life doesn't always go the way you want it.
Like right now. I have to go back and finish painting. Great.
Well I just got back from taking Rusti to the doctor and he says she hasn't started dialating even just the tiniest bit. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. ::sigh:: So I mentioned to the doctor that she wouldn't mind being induced (I meant it sarcastically because I'd been induced with Austin and it hurt like a bad SOB. No chance to build up to it, they just slam into HARD.) But he didn't take my comments sarcastically at all and they have set the date. Her due date is Auguust 21, but if she hasn't gone into labor by then I'm going to tak her to the hospital at midnight and let them get her set up and start the induction so she can get some sleep. I'm really looking forward to be there for her and to be part of this experience. I'm even happier that she knows she can count on me- that means alot to both of us and its so new to us that we're just enjoying every minute of it. I am SOOOO excited about all this and even more excited that the baby could be born on my grandmother's birthday. She passed away two years ago but she would be so excited about this baby because none of us ever thought Rusti could have any kids.
In other news, Craig really pissed me off last night so I just went and got in bed and went to sleep (or so I thought!!!). But it turns out that my Ambien CR might've been working overtime for me. Evidently I was skipping around the house and going in and out of the kids' rooms just chatting away like I was on speed on something. Craig said that only went on for a few minutes then he came and got me and brought me to our bedroom and I was OUT like a light. I sleep GOOOOOOD.
So anyway, it's time for my nap now. night-night
It's too fucking hot to even move a muscle around here, and there is oh-so-much to do. We got the bedroom painted and the oak baseboards (that match the wood floors) put down. Now, it's time to do the little touch ups and put the room back together, but it's so hot that I'm finding it hard to gather up even the tiniest bit of enthusiasm about getting it all done. It does look rather fantastic, though.
I have found the down-side to the wood floors, though. Well, it's sort of the up-side AND the downside. You see every bit of dog hair on the floor. It's good, because it makes it easy to notice it and get it up before it makes a huge mess but it's bad because well, it means you've got to get it up before it makes a huge mess!
Ryan started 3-a-day workouts for volleyball on Monday and though she was in really good shape from basketball she's hurting. They are working out almost 7 hours a day right now and it won't let up until school starts. Then, it'll go down to 2.5 hours a day. She's too tired at night to do much other than take a shower and hit the bed by about 8 because she has to be at the school at 5:45am. No thanks.
School starts Tuesday for Ryan and Kyra and I can't WAIT. I'm ready for them to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE during the day. They're driving me nuts.
I'm out.