Rain Rain go Away

Well....

Valentine's Day was pretty good. Work was shitty, but dinner was good. We got the shittiness straightened out with HR and all was good....

until Friday at 3:30pm. It went to shitty again.

Come Monday things are going to change drastically. For me... AND for those jerks.

Here are some pleasant pictures on this cold, rainy, snowy, sleety, freezing rain day!


Italian Nachos at Zio's are awesome! But you need to share.... they send alot out!


The cookie I got C, P and Z


aaaawwwww..... the sweet little couple having dinner at Zio's on V-Day!

Lovely February Day

Happy Valentine's Day!

A few things I love about my Valentine:

He has a heart of gold and is always looking out for my best interest.
He can be so romantic (something i'm not so good at)
He thinks about me all the time.
I can trust him 110%... and do.
He is an awesome dad!
When we met he said I was 'hot'.
When we married he said I was 'hot'.
While preggers... he STILL said I was 'hot'.
After baby Z... he says I'm 'hot'.
(regardless of my condition... he tells me how beautiful I am)
He never gives up on me.
He lets me be totally addicted to the gym and understands how important it is to me.
He makes beautiful babies!
He's smart as a tack.
He lets me curl up next to him to keep warm - even when i'm iceburg cold.
I can make him happy with simple things (smile, hug or... you know). hehe
When I'm cranky, he still can love me.
I love him!

I could go on and on but these are the first things that popped into my head.

They Gave the Wrong Flu Shot!

Crapoly.

Yesterday afternoon I developed a scratchy throat and last night it turned more into a sore throat. I went to bootcamp anyways because I wasnt feeling bad other than the sore throat.

This morning, in addition to that I have the all over achey feeling and a pounding headache! One of our techs is out with the flu and another had a daughter at home with strep... i'm sure he's brought the strep bug to work! I downed a handfull of vitamin C this morning in efforts to "nip it".

I will not get sick, I will not get sick, I will not get sick....

Where the heck has Circe been!?

I didnt take the flue shot. I never do. It never works. Everyone I know that takes the shot, gets sick. This year "they" gave the wrong shot... and everyone is sick with the flu *snicker*

They Gave the Wrong Flu Shot!

Crapoly.

Yesterday afternoon I developed a scratchy throat and last night it turned more into a sore throat. I went to bootcamp anyways because I wasnt feeling bad other than the sore throat.

This morning, in addition to that I have the all over achey feeling and a pounding headache! One of our techs is out with the flu and another had a daughter at home with strep... i'm sure he's brought the strep bug to work! I downed a handfull of vitamin C this morning in efforts to "nip it".

I will not get sick, I will not get sick, I will not get sick....

Where the heck has Circe been!?

I didnt take the flue shot. I never do. It never works. Everyone I know that takes the shot, gets sick. This year "they" gave the wrong shot... and everyone is sick with the flu *snicker*

We did It!

We successfully completed our first full week at our new babysitters house and I can say we’re all smiles about it!

Baby Z seems really happy there. Richard usually drops her off in the mornings and he says that he walks in and the sitter picks baby Z up and she’s happy as a little lark! When I pick her up in the evenings, she is so content. She’s clean and fed and clean (did I mention that?!). H is very particular about her baby toys and equipment and about her babies! She covers all the seats with towels before she lays a baby in them (swings, bouncies, etc) and she has bibs on them to try to keep their clothes clean. In the event there is a mess we’ve provided her with a couple of changes of clothes so she can keep them smelling Bounce fresh… and she does!

Our sweet bundle is known to poop sideways and up the front and out the back - sometimes in one quick squirt - and she did that this week. H gave her a bath and cleaned her all up so when we picked her up, we had a squeeky clean baby!

I’m seeing a nice Christmas bonus for H this year if she keeps that baby happy!

Saturday morning she called to check on Z and make sure that the week had gone well as far as we were concerned. She said that Z is “a wonderful baby and she is so sweet“. She said she’s perfectly fine at her house and things had gone really well and wanted to make sure she had a good week!

I thought that was nice she thought about us and checked. I think we scored well on this one!

Let the Fun Begin

Thank God it's Friday!

We had a wonderful first full week at baby Z's new daycare.

I had three awesome days at butt-kicking bootcamp (still sore from Wednesday, but it was a great workout).

And, we have a sitter for tonight and we're going out! YES!!!!

I know Drill Sgt Steve would be very upset if he knew I had dipped into the sauce, but it's important for my mental well being. A Boulevard wheat, with lemon, is calling my name. Wednesday night one of our classmates got punished because he'd gone out with his buddies the night before and had beer after beer. As a class, we decided that if he got punished... we'd all take the punishment. So, for two minutes we all "sat" in chairs up against the wall. If you've ever worked out in gym class or with a trainer... you know what i'm talking about. You 'sit' against the wall and hold yourself up with your legs. Its terribly painful and two minutes after working legs hard for 45 minutes is excruciating!

We told him that next time he better invite us along so we can at least pay for something we did! lol

Last Woman Standing

buuuuahahahahahahahahhaha!!!!

Tonight's workout was awesome! It was not easy by any means, but it was good! We had sweat dripping and slinging from here to there. Something about a bungie wrapped around your waist and someone pulling on it hard while you try to run or skip or lunge or do flipping bear crawls, makes you sweat bullets!

I think i've mentioned before (maybe not but not double checking my posts) that we get punished for being late to class or not filling out our workbooks completely or saying the word 'cant' or giving up, etc. Tonight was a night when we couldnt do anything right. We were dropping and pumping out sets of pushups constantly! About the 8th or 9th set of 25 pushups, we'd had enough of them and begged to do something different. Squats, situps, lunges... anything but pushups!

So, cutie patootie leader guy (there are always 3 or 4 of them in class) decides its a great idea to do these speed jogging things where you do baby jogging steps in place at super speed then drop and do a pushup, then jump back up and do baby jogging steps at super speed, drop... repeat... I can't remember what they are called but you see football teams doing them in warmup. Anyhoooo... he wanted us to do 25.

At about 10, most of the group, including one instructor, had stopped and were doing situps. At 12, he said "lets just do 15". At 15, it was just me, hotsie totsy leader guy and one other girl. She and I could have continued on.. we both felt pretty good. They are by no means easy and are cumbersome, but we could have done them. He said "i'm going to throw up". Another instructor blew her whistle and yelled "get back in line and lets run another race!" He said "no really, i'm going to throw up" and with that he ran to the bathroom and blllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!

He made himself sick *giggle*

Body by Kat

Bootcamp was actually fun last night! Thanks to this great Oklahoma weather, it was a nice 78 degrees yesterday and we got to head outdoors to work our little hiney's off. Note: Today its rainy and cold (about 38) and suppose to snow a bit. We ran, literally, outside to the big field by our building where Drill Sgt. Steve had set up an obstacle course. We divided into three teams and ran different drills... racing each other. We had a ball! Its hilarious to watch each other try to do the crab walk and bunny hop and side shuffles across a big patch of grass! Regardless, it was quite a workout.

The fresh air was so nice!

I do think I have an admirer in class. There is one female instructor that seems a little bit sweet on yours truly. One of my classmates pointed it out to me and then I got to thinking about previous conversations i've had with her and her being so patient with my logging screw-ups... yet not so patient with others. The little smiles and winks are a bit odd too.

Last night, right off the bat our class got in trouble for not being loud enough and we had to 'drop and give him 25' before class could get started. He's hardass. Which is how he produces fit athletes I suppose!

I ran an 8 minute mile for my PT test last night! It was blistery cold and the wind was brutal. My lungs were burning and my lips dry (cuz I licked off all my chapstick during warmup which consisted of a million kabillion jumping jacks and various stretches plus situps and pushups). I managed to come in a few seconds faster than the girl that's in the military. Hooray for me!

Our Drill Sgt didn't instruct us, but instead he's assigned another instructor to our night class. She's in the National Guard and is hoping to go on Active Duty. Major Pain (and I mean that he inflicts pain... not that HE is a pain. I really like the guy. He's loud and hard and a great motivator!) was around and he'd pop out and join us every now and then and make sure we were performing up to his standards.

Important thing... I'm not so sore I can't get up and down off the potty without using assistance!

Imagine That

Who's Your Sex and the City Match?

My Result: Charlotte

Looking for the perfect Bergdorf Goodman dishes to match your impeccable kitchen? Shopping at Tiffany's for a new string of pearls? Fantasizing about the perfect job as a New York City art gallery owner? Maybe not exactly, but when it comes to a refined taste and a sweetness like no other, you're just like Charlotte!

Of course you aren't all sugar; you've definitely got a tough heart under that pretty cashmere sweater, but you are probably happiest when you are surrounded by supportive relationships and a great romance (you only get two, you know!) So live it up, because you deserve nothing but the best in life, whether it's fine china or true love. Now that's some good taste!

What are you?
http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/sexandthecity/index.jsp?testname=sexandthecityogt&resultid=D

The Green Mile

Tonight is the PT test.

I went to the gym last night to see if I could run a mile... I havent run a mile since baby Z was born. I just havent pushed myself to that yet (so bootcamp is what I needed to get the push). I did it! I checked in at the counter, hit the treadmill and ran. I pumped the mile out easy!

I know tonights mile is outside and running outside is alot different than doing it with the comfort of a treadmill, but at least I know I have it in me.

Pushups... that's a different story. I hope we only have to do like 5. 10 max.

On the Mend

I did it!!!

I climbed the stairs to my office this morning without holding onto the railing for fear that my bootcamped legs would give out. I have also successfuly gone down the stairs (twice) without grabbing the railings to try to keep from feeling sharp razor like pains darting through my thigh muscles. I'm healed!

Just in time for Friday's PT test.

I spoke with the guy at work about his bootcamp experience. This is his second month to do it. He threw up the first three days, and has gone back for more! He said the first week isnt nearly as bad as orientation... but it does get harder. We chatted about this as I was leaving for the day and he followed me out the door... laughing... and said "I know exactly how you feel! My butt hurt for days after I did that class. Almost to the point I couldnt sit!"

I've also found another girl downstairs that has enrolled in the same bootcamp... so hopefully she'll go the same times I go and I'll have some support from someone I know!

The Biggest Loser

I just found out that a guy I work with has been going to bootcamp too. He's lost 30 pounds!

dayum!!!! Gettin all buff and stuff!

One of our rules of camp is not to weigh yourself. Weight is not a good indicator of fitness. He would be in twubble!!! hehe

Not for The Weak

Boot Camp Orientation was this afternoon.

HOLY SHIZNIT!

If this was just a 'taste' of what we'll do, he's going to be hauling most of the classes off to the ER for resuscitation!

I stood in our Orientation with Drill Sgt Steve (Mike, Bob... whatever his name is!) and although he's loud and screams at us and has not one ounce of fat on his terribly muscular body, he smiles and gives you encouragement. Loud encouragement. And follows it up with you will probably feel like puking and passing out. Please dont puke on my mats or you will be cleaning it up. UGH.

Although this was an informational day, he wanted to give us a sample of what to expect. We started off by doing jumping-jacks. At his speed. At his count.

We were doing 50... piece of cake I thought. His count is "1,2,3," and on his "3" we say "1". Then he counts again "1,2,3" and on his "3" we say "2". Get the idea!? So for every 3.... we are doing just one! So we're really doing 150!!! Everything is counted off like that. By the time he was done with our sample class, we were all huffing and puffing and red-faced and I swear some were on the verge of tears! I feel for the couple people who obviously have never exercised a day in their lives. This is going to do them in.

Well Said!

I was shocked to hear the news of Heath Ledger and I have to say that it makes me terribly sad. My heart breaks for his little girl who is too young to understand what has happened, but old enough to know that she's missing her daddy.

I read this article written by Star Jones... and she said it right! Stop speculating... and leave the family alone! The media can be such jerks.

Let's get to what we don't know: his death was a tragic accident, or something to the contrary. Until we know for sure, I think the media should just shut their mouths and stop all the speculation that's been running rampant.

Truly, I am not making this stuff up!

This morning was Z's scheduled appointment with her pediatrician to get her first round of shots. Considering she's been sick, I figured she wouldnt get the shots but I wanted to have her checked out anyways because the cough and congestion were getting worse (I suspected RSV). Sure enough... she has a mild case of RSV! *insert Damn Daycare here*

I got new care instructions for her and our pediatrician decided to wait on the shots. Yeah! She'll be fine.

Loaded up and in the car... headed to the NEW daycare lady's house to put our deposit down and sign some paperwork... my sis called.

"Kerry, I just talked to Barbara and she said that Joe and Consuela called Hannah back to see if she'd run the daycare you just left. (They had fired Hannah about a year ago - from running the daycare for them) They said that someone called DHS on them and is filing charges against them because apparently an employee hit a kid and they are afraid they will be shut down".

So what Columbian lady was saying was a lie... was partially the truth! I'm glad we went with our gut feeling... that we needed to leave!

I was headed there as we spoke so that I could check Z out and gather her things. When I pulled up out front, there was a big van and inside were inspectors. Not happy ones either. I walked into the infant room and I saw more employees than i'd ever seen there before... ever! It appeared as if the infant/adult ratio was finally up to par. I told one chick that I was checking out and needed Z's things and she hurridly started gathering my stuff and scooting me out the door. I stood and kept making conversation... because I knew what the lady in dress clothes and carrying a clipboard (with a frown) was doing. I wanted her to ask me all kinds of questions... but she didn't *dang*.

Across the hall in the toddler room was a guy doing the same thing. I'll be surprised if they aren't closed down. I hope so.. for the sake of those kids. I hate it for the parents, but for the well-being of all those kiddos I hope that joint is shut down!

I like our new daycare lady.

Daycare Delimma

Here's a little more info on the daycare disaster yesterday.

When I dropped Z off, I told them not to lay her flat because with the congestion it plugs up her nose and she can’t breath, so she needed to nap in her carseat or a bouncie seat. When I picked her up, she was laying flat on her back and snot and boogies were packed in both nostrils and all over her nose. She was struggling to breath. I went ballistic! I scooped her up…. only to find her soaking wet from laying there for God only knows how long, and spitting up bottles of spit-up all over herself. I jump all over the girl working and her response was “yeah, they all have runny noses” followed by “she just ate at 2pm so she was fixing to eat again“. It was only 3:30pm! She doesn’t eat that often. Thats part of the problem. They were shoving bottles in her when she really didnt need them and she’s just throwing them back up. PLUS they arent keeping her nose clean. She couldnt breath for the love of pete!!!!! I’m still very upset. I only saw one worker chick for about 5 babies that were laying there. Still another issue I have.

As I was walking out the front door… fuming… the owner stopped me and in her very deep Columbian accent said “we have problems. Please keep us in your prayers“. I’m thinking… you ain’t a kiddin you have problems! So, I inquire as to what her problem is. “The bus driver is mad at me and quitting and says he takes his wife with him“. Thats the daycare director, which in my opinion is no loss because she was worthless. She goes on… “he spreads rumors that my doors are closing, but I want you to know that I am open and i’ve hired a replacement. She doesnt have credentials but i’m training her and in the meantime I’ve got a temp“.

Enough said. I’m out of here. No way are we staying in this disaster area! She keeps asking me to pray for her. OH I WILL ALRIGHT! And pray for us too… so that we find another place!

These two home daycares that I interviewed today look promising.

Up For a Quickie

A quick note before I take off for spin class....

I HATE, and I can't emphasis that enough.... HATE daycare!

I'm hiring a nanny.

Cat Scratch Fever

Last night TBC decided it was high time to give wittle Frankie a dose of hairball drugs. Um yeah. Much like the time he dispensed worm meds, I got stuck holding the new guy’s elusive appendages down as TBC shoved the liquid down his rebellious throat. I am now the proud owner of three fairly deep hand scratches to go along with all the previous Fedex envelope cuts. *sigh*

Today starts another week of sharing working quarters with the switchboard gals as office partners. I do adore the sweeties so I’m not really miffed, but I truly prefer my own space. The cacophony in our building is deafening even with my door closed as construction guys scurry around drilling, pounding and generally making a dusty, ungodly mess. “A” and I were even treated to plumber’s squat this morning right outside “our door” but fortunately he was not wearing his low riders nor sporting a massive belly. We dodged a bullet on that one.

Electricity was out at some point this weekend so not all phones were working when we came in and everyone’s work email was down. Yeah, it’s so a Monday. On the bright side, my secret pal left me chocolaty goodness in my mailbox. I’m so stoked! Also, “S” is coming to take me away to go eat lunch with her and dispense some much-needed stress relief. :)

Why Cant I Think of a Title?

Last week was Z's first week at daycare. She seemed to like it and did just fine. I hated dropping her off every morning and I dashed in the door each afternoon... so excited to see her and see how her day went! She never cried when I left her and was a happy little camper when I picked her up. Every day she'd hop right in her car seat and ride along with me... wide-eyed all the way home! We'd play and chit chat about our day.

Monday was the hardest day for me... well, makes sense since it was the first day. Tuesday we walked in and posted smack dab on the infant door was a note that read "Parents: Two babies have been sent home with RSV".

UGH. I hate daycare.

The two that were home sick hadn't been there with baby Z, and they were bleaching the nursery, so hopefully all is well.

Thursday yet another note that read "Parents: a third baby has been sent home with RSV".

Dammit! I hate daycare.

The room was drenched in clorox bleach. They were cleaning frantically. Regardless, I only left Z there just briefly. I had a dentist appointment that I needed to keep. I'd had the appointment for 6 months and to reschedule was such a pain.

Today, we found ourselves at the Urgent Care Clinic with a runny nose, nasty cough and congestion. Our first thought was "that damn daycare!" Hopefully it wouldnt be RSV!!! Z has an upper respiratory infection and is RSV free.

I still hate daycare. They have cooties.