The boys were sitting on our dinning room table bench goofing off. Well they started to tip it and so I jumped over to stop them from falling. Damn bench with both boys still sitting on it fell on my big toe on my left foot.

I sat on the floor crying for 5 minutes it hurt so bad! (Gabe gave me kisses and brought me my cup of coffee)

So off to the ER after my SIL came to watch the boys (they were in bed by now) The doctor is 95% sure it's broken (she didn't want to xray) So it's taped and I have a walking cast shoe thingy and crutches. Firstly I have never used crutches and can't get use to them. I look like a dumbass and it's so uncomfortable! Secondly the only thing I can take is tylenol. OMFG! I'm in pain!

So yea tomorrow should be fun. Me and my gimpy toe and the boys all day. JOY! Anywho I just wanted to share.

I wish Gabe was in school! He would love it soooo much! Sadly though i think he will be bored. He already knows his abcs, colors, shapes, animals and their sounds, stop lights and what their colors mean, he can tell you what photosynthesis is (seriously) and he can tell you when you eat food goes from your mouth to your throat, esophagus, belly, little intestine, big intestine and then it comes out. Plus he can sight read about 30 words. (sorry I'm starting to brag. LOL) He also knows bigger to smaller and right and left directions. We have no lives so we found the preschool planner and kindergarten one and have been doing the stuff on there. He's got most of the stuff on the lists except graphs.

Not much here today just hanging out. Dh and I have been talking names. We cannot find a boys name we love. As crazy as this sounds with Gabe we had a name picked out like day after we found out we were pregnant and with Link we actually had the name picked out before we got preggo. So it's just crazy frustrating to me that we can't find a boys name! But we do have the girls name!

Loreli Renee Jackel. We will call her either Lola or Rory for short. We don't love the boys names but so far the most likely will either be Orion or Wyatt The middle name will be Richard for Dh's grandpa that passed last year.

I am desperate for a girl like I was for Gabe to be a boy so I hope thats my bodies way of telling me that we r having one! Don't get me wrong I want a healthy baby! And a boy would be loved just as much. I just feel like it's a girl. Probably just wishful thinking (I've already got my boys so thats understandable) But yea. And everyone else is just as desperate that we have a girl. I just hope the grandparents realize they won't be able to do anything for a girl that they didn't do for the boys (except buy dresses). I just worry that a girl would be treated differently. Eh this is probably all a moot point because we have 2 boys already. LOL!

I'M PREGNANT!!!! Again! Woot! Getting excited! Shock is waering off finally.

tomorrow will be 2 weeks in our home. It's wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. We've had all kinds of issues with the electrical and are finally done with that. We have the man town room left to work on but other than that we are settled. They boys are loving it and I hardly ever want to leave the house. If it weren't for needing internet I don't think I ever would. LOL!

They even gave us keys and everything!

Closing almost got canceled AGAIN! But thank god our lawyer pulled it all together (we had 7 liens against the house totalling over 200k) It was a mess but it is all done. I'm going tonight after I leave the coffee shop to finish mudding the stairwell and to paint the hallway. Again tomorrow. Then we will move tuesday. I am so happy and relaxed right now it's crazy. It took us 3 months to buy this house. It was a nightmare every step of the way and our landlord has been awful. Thank god it's over now. My kids will have a yard and we are getting them a dog for xmas. They will have everything I never did. I don't think I can explain how that makes me feel. Growing up I moved ever 6-8 months. I envied people who lived in the same town their whole life. I counted this will be my 30th place to live and I've only lived in 4 the past 10 years. LMAO. That is so sad and pathetic. But now we have the house and I KNOW my children will never go through that. I'm so proud of us that we've been able to do this.

Sorry this turned into a ramble. I'm just so happy and tired, and crazy. LOL! Trick or treating in town was tonight so I'm just fried with the sugar and stress and relief and such.

Thanks all for your support and love! I miss talking to you everyday!

Liens are paid! We have a chance of being in by the end of the month. WOOT! Steve is a fucking ass hat and is causing shit for us. He wants us out by Dec 1st. He has cut our internet and his roommate tried to start a stereo war this afternoon. NOT PRETTY!

So we shall see how it all goes. Fingers crossed that we close soon.

On a seperate note the boys halloween costumes are almost done. I painted them today. They are going to be a washer and a dryer. I'm gonna be a laundry basket. Sat we are going to the aquarium for scare by the sea. Then the following friday we have tricker treating in town. Should be fun. I'll post pics asap.

Closing pushed off indefinately. I want to kill someone. Thats all.

My grandma (my dads mom) from Indy came out for a week to help us clean and paint the house.


She busted ass. Seriously she was a lifesaver. We have been busting ass for 2 weeks on thurs and have had VERY minimal help. EVERYONE who said they would help blew us off. (Dh's family has helped clean a bathroom and wipe off walls in 1 room. thats it and they SWORE they would help us so much!) Whatever. I know no one has to help us and I'm greatful for anything I get but annoyed that when we flat out beg for help just for watching the boys in the yard they blow us off. (I've offered money) 2 of my friends have been helping us and thats it.

So one day while grandma K (from indy) was here I called and asked my grandparents out here (dads dad and stepmom) to help PLEASE. I have asthema and was cleaning a moldy basement. It was not pretty and could have have made me very sick. (dh has had 1 day off this whole time) I didn't ask them to do the mold or anything just ANYTHING that they could help with. My grandma told me flat out. No way this is my birthday weekend! It pissed off my grandma K.

So fine whatever. We help them all the time but fuck it. So they finally helped out and watched the boys for 2 hours the other day. Thats all they've done. (sorry this is turning into a whine) But atleast it's something.

So my grandma K writes on my facebook page, " I'm so sorry you don't have any family out there to help you out" She KNEW this would start shit. (I responded with hey people have lives) So my grandparents out here have seen it (I finally realized I could delete the fucking comments too late) They are hurt. I understand that, but they have not helped us in years. They have watched the boys 3 maybe 4 times ever. I NEVER ask them for help and when I do they normally blow me off. They don't act like family. So technically Grandma K was 100% right. We don't have family to help out. MIL and SILs have kinda tried but not really and the grandparents suck.

I dunno. I'm going off of like 3 hours of sleep a night (link isn't sleeping anymore!!!AHHHH) and working all day at the house when I can and then Jon and I are switching off nights at the house til like 2. It's crazy and stressful and we have 1 friend who is helping with the boys and 1 friend sometimes helping with the house. So most is all us. Our babysitter just stopped taking calls because she has a boyfriend and all our friends who we've helped out several times are no where to be found.

I know people don't have to help us out and I'm greatful that we are getting any help. But I am kinda mad that people who said they would help aren't. That sucks. They should have just never said anything!

And now because of the stupid comment my grandma K wrote my grandparents are pissed at me! I got a call from my grandma from out here yelling at me for 20 minutes. I just kept telling her that I didn't write it. And that I have a house and two kids on my plate right now I don't have time or sanity to get involved. She still seemed pissed at me. And my grandpa isn't speaking to me. (I'm not really sad about hat though)

WHEW. Sorry this turned into a whine. I'm tired and overworked and superstressed. I know people don't owe me anything and I need to get over being annoyed with people for not helping.

So now my grandma out here is talking about how she's gonna get even with grandma K etc. It's gonna be a fucking mud fight on facebook. I bet money. Grandpa out here and Grandma K (they are X hubby and wife incase I didn't explain that already) are facebook friends and I'll be money grandma out here is gonna use his account to start shit with leaving comments etc.

I just deleted all the comment from my page and I called my grandma in Indy and told her that she got me in trouble. She said sorry, but that it was true. And well it is.

Sorry this was so long! But I feel better now that I've whined.

We don't have a yes BUT we are pending approval! So it means yes but they have to look at a few more pieces of paper! YAY! Fingers crossed they can figure it out soon and get the closing ready!

Love you all!

Oh and Heather Gabe is still going on about going with you.

There is a website call emails from crazy people. It is where you submit REAL letters from crazy people. This one so far is my favorite



Dear Mrs. X:
In just over a week, you will be my son’s Grade 1 teacher. He is ever so excited to be under your tutelage. Why, since the last day of kindergarten, entering your class was all he could talk about. He gleefully thrust a piece of paper into my hand on that June afternoon, and said, “Here’s a list of the stuff I need for school next September!”
And I have to admit, I, too, was excited. I’m a school supplies geek from way back. And so, in early August, I set out to buy the items you’d listed.
It was on my fourth store that the realization began to sink in.
You’re a crafty bitch, aren’t you?
This list was a thinly disguised test. Could I find the items, exactly as you’d prescribed? Because if not, my son would be That Kid, the one with the Problem Mother, Who Can’t Follow Directions.
For example, the glue sticks you requested. In the 40 gram size. Three of the little buggers. (What kind of massive, sticky project you’ve got planned for the first day of school that would require the students to bring all this glue, I cannot imagine.) But the 40 gram size doesn’t come in a convenient 3-pack. The /30 /gram size does. But clearly, those would be wildly inappropriate. So I got the individually priced 40’s, as per your instructions.
Another bit of fun was your request for 2 packs of 8 Crayola crayons (basic colors). The 24 packs, with their 24 /different /colors, sat there, on sale. I could have purchased /three/ of the 24 packs for the price I had to pay for the 8 packs. (Clearly, you’ll not be teaching the youngsters any sort of economics lessons this year.) Even the cashier looked at me, as if to say, “Pardon me, ma’am, but are you slow?” as I purchased these non-bargain crayons. But that’s what the list said. And I was committed to following the list.
But the last item, well, now, you saved your malice up for that one, didn’t you? “8 mm ruled notebooks”, you asked for. Simple enough. Except the standard size is /seven /millimetres. One. Millimetre. Difference. Do you realize, Mrs. X., exactly how infinitesimal the difference between 7 mm ruling and 8 mm ruling is? Pretty small, I assure you. The thickness of a fingernail, approximately. But that millimetre, that small bit of nothingness, made me drive to four different stores, over the course of three sweaty August hours. And when I finally, finally found the last remaining 8 mm notebooks, I took no pleasure in my victory. I merely shifted my focus. To you, Mrs. X.
You wanna dance, lady? Let’s dance.
Because I am just batshit crazy enough to play your games. And, in turn, come up with some of my own.
On show and share day, my son will be bringing the video of his birth. It will be labelled, “Ben’s First Puppy.” Enjoy.
He will be given a list of words, and daily, he will ask you what they mean. Words such as, “pedophile”, “anti-semite”, and “skank”. Good luck with those.
At some point, you will attempt to teach him mathematics. And I’m quite sure that, like most of your ilk, you will require my son to “show his work”. And he will.
Through interpretive dance.
Because that is who you’ve chosen to tangle with, toots. A stay at home mom who is not entirely balanced, and has altogether too much time on her hands. But is, most certainly, A Mother Who Can Follow Directions.
Sincerely,
Ginny

I bet you all didn't know that the weekend of the woodstock fair (labor day weekend) is the weekend that I moved to ct.

Yup that weekend the shit finally hit the fan with my mom and that thursday we got into a knock out drag out fight. Punches were thrown and I ran. I looked like hell and I'm sure my mom did too. My friends across the st. took me in to hide for a while. Then a kid actually gave me the shirt off his back to cover up the scratches going down my arm. I went into town and hid with my fellow lost kids. Josh and Shannon and I believe Rob went and threatened my mom and almost got put in jail. Then the cops came and made me go home. They told my mom and I to not talk til the morning.

In the morning I went to school. I remember sitting in a science class with Heather and Rita (I believe it's been 10 years so thats starting to get fuzzy) as they talked to me to help me calm down. Then in my last class of the day I made plans to drop acid for the first time and then was called to the guidence office. My mother was waiting there. She told me we were leaving. I was done. I saw Jonah out the window and ran to him and told him what was happening but of course he couldn't do anything. I was made to leave with my mom. I had nothing but what she had packed for me (a couple of shirts and 1 pair of jeans) what was in my locker and what I wore that day. We drove straight through to CT from WI. We stopped once at a dennys and I used the payphone to call people and beg for them to come get me. I was prepared to run off if I knew eventually they would come get me. But no one could or would.

So out to CT I came. My grandparents thought I was doing way worse stuff than I was and treated my like a criminal. And my mom literally took me to their house, then went to the school to sign paperwork and then left. I remember her crying on the steps of Putnam high school. She left less than 3 hours after she got here. I was lost, confused and alone. I didn't speak to her more than 3 times in the next 8 months or so.

I think that was the most painful time of my life. But because of it I met my friends, my husband. I found a life that would have never been possible on the road I was traveling.

Anyways I just wanted to reflect today. It's been a decade since I was that scared little girl traveling across country. I sometimes wonder what would have become of her if her mother hadn't given up. I'm glad she did though.

10 years. Wow thats a long time. So much has changed. It's amazing.

Well we found some things that we didn't like, BUT nothing that has stopped us from packing. So we've got our work cut out for us but for a forclosure it's not terrible. Mainly just fixing some little stupid things like 2 missing junction boxes and 2 window stills that need to be replaced. etc. Stupid shit but a lot of it. Also we need to unhook the central air and plug in the electric heat in the basement (LONG STORY) We've talked to 2 contractors and an electrician and it's all gonna be okay to fix, just a pain in the ass.

So now we have to get through the assessment, get insurance, and get our finalized mortgage paperwork done. (it's being processed now) Hopefully there is nothing else that is going to go wrong.

I understand why people stay in one house for 50 or 60 years. Buying one is the biggest fucking pain in the ass.

Thanks guys so much!

I posted pics on facebook the otherday if you guys are on there. I'll have to upload them and show pics here.

I'M GETTING A HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bank countered our offer of 119k with 126k but thats with 6k for closing costs! AND WE ACCEPTED!!!!!!!!

We are getting a 4 bedroom 1.5 bath split level home in a good neighborhood on .25 of an acre!!!!!!

OMG! I can't believe it. PLEASE PRAY that nothing goes wrong with the home inspection. I think we should be fine since the house is only 36 years old. Fenced in backyard, central cooling, electric heat, 1315sq ft. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



OMG, I'm so happy. My kids will have a yard. Thats something I never had as a kid. My kids can run without getting yelled at, or being told to be quiet all the time. They can go play in their own yard. We can get them a dog and a play scape!

WOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I'm so happy I'm almost in tears! I had to share with you guys!

My husband surprised me tonight with a brand new laptop. I have NEVER had a new computer. Always 2nd hand ones. All the keys work!!!! OMG I'm in heaven!!!! My old one was really bad. LOL the hinges had broken so it had to be propped up, the keyboard didn't work at all so I had to plug in a key board and my touchpad was going.(hey not terrible considering I spilt coffee on it 3 times!!!!) LOL it was a sad sight. So Dh found a good deal and got me a new computer!!!!!! WOOOO HOOOOO!

Still no word on the house. :( But hopefully tomorrow. Also we are going to spend the day at the beach with the boys! YAY! It's been so fucking hot in our apartment! So that will be nice, and maybe while we are there Effie will call to tell us we got our house!!! So that Rita can come spend the night! LOL!

Oh and GOOOO me! This thurs will be 4 full weeks of doing pilates! I do them everyday and have only missed twice since I started! WOOT! I have finally started to see some weight come off. And several inches!!!!! YAY! Maybe next year I'll be skinny!

Off to reward hubby!

I sent an email inquiring about the coolest job ever. Walking on stilts and making balloon hats. They actually contacted me and wanted my email!!! WOOOOHOOOO! I would kill for this job! Oh and did I mention on top of being super cool, great exercise and a ton of fun, it's 25 and hour? YEA dream job!

No word on the house yet. Effie (our real estate agent)said maybe the beginning of the week. AHHHH I can't wait that long! We could close as early as Sept 18th! OMG! Thats 1 month! 32 days! That would be sooooo amazing!

Oh and Rita I would have a guest room for you ;P

I just applied for this job.

Hiring stilt walkers & balloon arists (will train!)

Haha. Seriously I think it would be sooooo much fun! Plus it's 25 an hour! Can't go wrong there!

So our bid on the house went in yesterday. We MAY hear back by the end of the week! Fingers crossed!

I told Jon it was one or the other at the beginning of the summer and he has finally chosen. House. So we put in a bid yesterday. Fingers crossed.

The great debate continues. The one about when and if to have another child. I want another one now. (well I want to start trying next month.) That would keep the kids all close in age, which is very important to me. PLUS I want to take advantage of being stuck in this shit hole of an apartment. By staying here I get to be a stay at home mom, meaning no loss of money during a maternity leave and no super expensive costs for a newborn in daycare. Plus by the time we start thinking about me going back to work Gabe will already be in preschool and Link won't be far behind. So it's completely feasible that we would have Jon's mom watch the boys and it wouldn't be a problem. (she has no problem with 2 has already done it many times I don't think 3 would be an issue since Liz always helps her but I wouldn't assume that she would or could)

We came into this marriage with him knowing that I wanted 3 kids close together, or 4, 2 close and then 2 close. His great reason for not wanting another one? He just doesn't feel like it. You know the same reason he changed his mind about moving to Indiana (which btw he has started bringing up again) AND about the fucking house we won a bid on.

So we agreed that I'm getting my IUD out and that he is now in charge of birth control. We shall see what happens.

LMAO but for a guy who doesn't want another one right now, he's talked with me about names. Orrion Richard Jackel for a boy (ORIN for short) Loralin Renee Jackel for a girl (Lola or Lora for short) Sorry H we couldn't find a way to fit in Jo or Anne into the middle name with Loralin. It was just too much. We are still talking about it so we could end up with 2 middle names, but prepare yourself that we may not, and the fact that we will probably have a 3rd boy. Jon has also taken to noticing pregnant women at the stores, and noticing babies and such.

I don't know how this is going to end up, but we shall see.

On another note Gabe can now read 22 words. And Link still will say none. LOL. o

How to Give a Cat A Pill


1. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth.

Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.

6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.



7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.



9.. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink one beer to take taste away.. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer.. Place cat in cupboard, and close door onto neck, to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw tee shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

12. Call fire department to retrieve the damn cat from across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil wrap.

13. Tie the little bastard's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of filet steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour two pints of water down throat to wash pill down.




14. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

15. Arrange for RSPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.

How To Give A Dog A Pill

1. Wrap it in bacon.

2. Toss it in the air.