Friday, September 30, 2011

Teeeeeny Little Surro Update

Teensy little update--I will, however, have additional information next week.

Looks like I can start prepping myself to begin injections (Lupron) next week Friday (the 7th)!

Never have I been so excited to shoot myself with a needle!

Then, my friends, the egg retrieval will be sometime during the week of November 7th--and the transfer shortly thereafter!

I love updates, don't you??

Happy weekend, all!!  I'm going Trailer Livin' with the fam (minus limo-hubby).  I might even do a celebratory "almost starting Lupron" tequila shot!

Or maybe two shots.

Or four.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Need to smile?

This made me smile when I saw it.  Hope it did the same for you.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

It's MY house.

I've been debating if I want to write about this.

But this blog is about me, my life, what makes me happy and what makes me sad.  And what really bugs me.

And I promise I won't start another sentence with the word "but".

My mom bought her house when she was in her early 20's.  It's a cool house.  It might be full of asbestos and lead paint, but it's still cool.  I grew up in that house (when I wasn't living with my dad on the farm).

Growing up, the house was a duplex (upper/lower).  We lived on the bottom and mom rented out the 2nd floor.  I met some great people because of that.  Not that I keep in touch with any of them anymore, but hey, they were great when I was there.

When I got to high school, mom decided to convert the house to a one-family.

Looking back, this probably wasn't the best idea. 

It was great for me though-I had the entire 2nd floor to myself!  I may have had a party or two up there.   I faintly remember putting a crapload of ice in the claw-foot bathtub to use as a "cooler" for some beverages my friends and I weren't old enough to drink.  Okay, not faintly.  I remember the crap out of that.  I was cool back then.

I remember hanging out with friends, drinking Mad Dog 20/20 out of a straw.

Don't do it.

Anyway, I got older, went to college, moved out, got married and started a family.  Then, it was only my mom and step-dad in the 4-bedroom house.

Then my mom had a stroke.

She never went back to the house.

I have to give my step-dad a little credit.  He did what he could with what he had.  Okay, maybe he didn't really do a good job of it.  Money management is not his thing.

He failed.  Foreclosed.  The house is being auctioned off on November 1st.

I am struggling with this BIG TIME.  I want so much to buy that house, but I can't live in it-it's not conducive to my life now.  I also don't have a boatload of money just sitting there (and it would be a boatload of money-not to purchase the house, but to make it what it should be).   I don't want someone else buying it, changing it, tearing it down.  I couldn't deal with that.  That was MY house.  I have baby pictures of me laying on the shag carpet in the living room.  There's a grape juice stain on the hardwood floor because of me.  Santa came down that chimney and delivered MY presents.

It's only a house, right?  What matters are the memories, right?


Will I get over this? Sure. Will it be hard. Uh, yup.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Don't bug me...I'm watching TV

Okay, I really never say that....I mean I don't say that often.

I kinda like TV.  I kinda love my DVR. 

Since I feel like I have nothing to blog about lately, I'm gonna lay down for you the shows I watch, the shows I feel like if my DVR craps and doesn't record, I will collapse into the fetal position and cry for endless hours. Too bad there's no way one could watch TV shows on the world wide web.

(yeah, I know there is.  It's just not the same.)

Not sure if this will give you a glimpse into my life and personality-but hey, it's something to blog about.

And in no particular you go:
(I put a star next to the ones my husband watches with me)

The Pioneer Woman
Harry's Law
Modern Family
Up All Night *
Storage Wars *
Grey's Anatomy
Pawn Stars *
Restaurant Impossible
Private Practice
Bar Rescue *
Great Food Truck Race
Deadliest Catch *
Top Chef
Real Housewives (New York, Orange County & New Jersey)
Ghost Hunters
Tosh.o *
Rocco's Dinner Party
Any Green Bay Packers game *

For some really wrong and obsessive reason, I thought this list was gonna be longer.  I keep telling myself I need to cut some shows.  But I can't.  I can't do that to Barry from Storage Wars.  I can't do that to Captain Sig.  Rocco, you're hot-I would miss you.  Kate Walsh, I think you're a horrible actress, but I'm sucked into your story lines.  Meredith, are you going to stay with Derek?? I must know.  Chumlee, you're such an idiot but you make me chuckle.  And to my favorite TV couple-Cameron and Mitchell-you make my life complete. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


It’s something to say when you don’t know what to say, right?


So that’s all I have for you for now.

More to come soon.

May involve a calendar!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Nerd Alert

I'm sitting in my hotel room and I'm lounged out on the bed.  On my lap, I have my laptop.  To my left I have my iPad and my iPhone.  To my right I have the remote to the TV and the remote to the DVD player.

I'm a nerd.

On a way cooler note, I am in a hotel room. 

By myself.

With no kids.

TV to myself.

A glass of wine.

PJ's went on at 5:00 pm.

Pizza delivered.

Twilight showing on the TV.

Heaven?  Yes.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Don't read if you're the jealous type...

Yes, this will make you seriously jealous.  Seriously.  Without a doubt.

Guess where I'm headed tomorrow?  Can you guess? Can you? Can you?  Nope?  Didn't think so.

My friends, I am headed to the Wisconsin Association of Health Underwriters conference for 3 days!!!

(sound of crickets chirping)

Um, yeah.

Exciting, huh?

Every year I go and every year it's the same thing.  Set up the booth, talk to insurance people, get some continuing ed credits and leave. 

I'll be taking my letter opener so I can gouge my eyeballs out if I need to.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Green and Yellow

So yeah, the Green Bay Packers are kind of a big deal.  Especially when you live an hour from Green Bay.

For you non-sports people (usually me), I'll debrief.  The Packer's "kicked off" the regular season tonight against the Saints.  At home.  Pregame was complete with Maroon 5 (side note: had I been able to bail on my kids and head up to GB catch a looky at Adam Levine, I would have), Lady Antebellum and Kid Rock.

I chose to catch up on some DVR'd episodes of Ghost Hunters instead of drooling over Adam.  Yes, I'm still questioning my decision.  Oddly enough, the second I was done with the latest GH (which is a pretty decent show, by the way), Kid Rock was belting out his last note.  At least I think he was.  Maybe he was lip syncing, but I don't think so.  Sorry, where was I?  Oh yeah, Kid Rock.  So, he finishes up and the game is about to start.

And then I got emotional.

Might have even shed a tear.

First, the team takes the field.  C & C Music Factory blows up over the speaker system and the Super Bowl Champs run out.  No tears yet, but I had goosebumps.  I think it's just the excitement of it all, the anticipation of what's gonna happen, the cute butts, Aaron Rodgers (hottie!!), who knows.

And then Jordin Sparks starts on the National Anthem.  Cue the tear.

Seriously, I don't care who you are or what instrument you're playing.  The minute I hear that song, I'm done.  I don't cry every time, but I definitely get an overwhelming sense of pride as I listen.  And if you sing or play it correctly and in tune, all the better.

And then there's the Air Force (I think??) jet fly-over.  How flippin cool is that, right?

So I watched the entire game.  Elliot kept asking me when I was going to turn the channel.  Apparently mommy got into the game a bit and was yelling at the TV.  I have no proof except a little boy that said "mom, don't yell so loud. You scared me".


The Packers won, but thank goodness I have manicured nails.  Else, I would have been biting them near the end.


Here's why my driveway looked like this morning:

Everything going up to Lambeau.
Cheesehead Limo.  Where a Cheesehead can be a Cheesehead.
Green and yellow, baby.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

That's one way to trim a tree branch...

Sometimes, if you're a grown man, it may not be a good idea to use a tire swing that was built (by YOU) for your young children.

Just sayin'.


And PS-My mom is doing fine.  No one can really tell me what exactly happened, but all is good. Phew.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Birthday Schmirthday

So yesterday was my birthday.  I'm still 29 (for the past 4 years).

I so wanted it to be a good day.  So very badly I did.

But it wasn't.

There's a "grand scheme" in a bit--so all is not lost.

The morning progressed as any other day--I worked from home, had some coffee, no biggie.  Mr husband did have to take the party bus to the shop AGAIN yesterday morning because on Thursday night we think we might have put a bit of a hole in the ozone layer.  Big issue.  The line that feeds the huge air conditioning unit in the back of the bus decided to just break, snap, whatever.

Anyway, husband expected the bus to be back by around noon-ish or so.  That would allow him to work on the final touches to get it ready for the run it had on Saturday.  Then, we planned to drop the kids off at my dad's house and go out for a nice dinner, just the two of us.  Good plan, right?

Yeah, notsomuch.

The mechanic never called to tell us that the bus was fixed.  At about 4:30 (we had planned to leave for dinner around 5) Jesse drove to the shop to see what was up.

Long story short, there are now 3 more issues with the bus and there's no way it could go out today for it's maiden voyage.

More $$ gone.
And no dinner and over priced piece of cake with a candle in it for me.

Since we had planned to see my mom before dinner, I still wanted to do that--so I packed the girls in the car and went to visit her.

That was awful.

If I didn't know better, I think she might have either just had or was having a mini stroke.  I cried the whole time.  Her head was resting on her shoulder and she wouldn't pick it up, her eyes were darting all over the place.  They assessed her while I was there--her BP was good, but her pulse was high.  They promised me to keep a closer eye on her, but the nurses didn't seem as concerned as I was.  I left crying as my mom kept saying to me "I'm sorry".


On a positive note, I phoned the nursing home around 9:00 last night and they said she looked much better than she had.  So, they're not sure what it was but assured me they would let me know the minute something changed.  I also spoke with the nurse this morning and they said she's "fine" and back to normal--I'm going to see her this morning to do my own little "assessment".  But I do feel better about it now.

(on a side note, could you please add my surro friend Tiffany to your prayer list?  She just recently had a successful transfer and is preggo with one little bean--but she lost her mother this morning.  It's truly so sad and I ask that you please say a little prayer for her)

After my visit with mom, I stopped at DQ and bought myself a birthday cake.  I wanted cake, dammit.  And it was awesome.

Yeah, okay.  So I got one with a big ass fish on it.  After the day I had, it made me laugh and that is why I got it.

There were a couple things that happened during the day that definitely made me smile (and cry good tears).

First of all, I got a little delivery. 

These BEAUTIFUL flowers came from my dear friend, Jeni.  That and a box of chocolates.  Yeah, she rocks hardcore.

I got a "present" via text message from my friend, Cole.  I will leave it at that, but just know that I smiled.

And finally, after all the rigmarole with the bus, I got this card from my husband:
So yeah, my husband (along with the help of Steve Jobs) is getting me an iPad.
I don't have it yet, not sure when I'll get it, but it's still MEGA awesome and I'm so pumped!

Here's my "grand scheme".  It's just another day on the calendar, right?  I have my health, my family, great friends--on the crudiness scale, my day really wasn't as bad as I am making it out to be.  So, I was just an over-emotional birthday day punk.