It seems like the only thing our new White House gang is doing… Is talking. And Spending.  Isn’t that what women stereotypically do? It just seems like the more people cry out about how much they hate the bailouts and stimulus garbage, the more Obama & Co say, “No,no,no! It’s all good! You want this. Shhh… Stop arguing. You want this. HEY! Stop telling me you don’t want this- YOU WANT THIS.”

We said we hated the AIG bonuses. Gheitner said, “Oh man, you’re right… that sucks.  Oh well.” So what if it was in their contracts prior to the bailout.  If there’d not been a bailout, there wouldn’t have been any contracts for bonuses to occur. They should just be thankful that they even *HAVE* jobs still. I would be…  I’m happy to say, that some of these people have given back their bonuses. At least a few folks have integrity. I know personally that if I had done any business at all with AIG prior to the bailout, I would have immediately discontinued it after I’d heard about the bonuses. I know that’s bad-  there are good people who work there…..

  Now I’ll admit, I listen to conservative talk radio all day long. We have no liberal radio shows here in my home town.  So all the view points that I hear are from my conservative friends, conservative radio show hosts, conservative coworkers and conservative family members. Do you see why my views are a little narrow?

 Everyone that I personally know or listen to has stated that they dislike and disagree with the bailouts and stimulus package. What I want to know is:

Is there ANYONE who thinks this is a good idea? Tell me why or why not.

The reason I ask is because I honestly can’t see how this promotes capitalism to reward failure. Capitalism in itself is the best stimulus package I could possibly think of. Correct me if you think I’m wrong. I’d like to know what you think. Unless you’re stupid. Or a Commie.

- I’ve been home for a week now. I’ve lost 8 pounds of post-baby weight and only have a couple more to go. My husband has made me promise not to go back to my pre-pregnant weight. Apparently “stick figures” are only popular in Hollywood and 1st grade art classes. So I’ll be retaining a little bit of “back”.

- I just found out what the Irish phrase “Eryn go braugh” meant.  (Ireland forever) People kept making the joke about it when I told them that the new baby’s name was Eryn.  I didn’t want to ask them what the hell they were talking about because I already have to endure enough blonde jokes from my grandfather.

- I’ve discovered that there’s a Christian rock station here in my small home town. (I think it’s nationally broadcast as “Air One”) I revoke my previous position of hating Christian music because it was SO. RIDICULOUSLY. SAPPY. Apparently others in the music industry felt the same way.

One of my new favorite songs is Tenth Avenue North’s “By Your Side” which is now on my playlist.
On a related note, my officemate, “A.Y.” is a local Christian rocker who opened for the band Flyleaf  in January. I’d never heard of them until  he started talking about them the week before the performance. That very day, I heard them on the radio. They must be pretty hotstuff because lots of people  have been raving about them since then.

-I realize that angry people are everywhere and that at some point in life, we’re going to either *be* one of them or have to *deal* with one of them.  I know there are a lot of radical groups for certain causes I support that give the rest of us a really bad name. I’m pro-life, but I don’t go smearing red paint  across abortion clinics or threaten to bomb them. I believe in preserving life, not harming it in any way.  So the local pro-life group in my hometown was praying in whisper tones next to an abortion clinic. They were off the property and the appropriate amount of feet from the door and anyone who entered. They did not shout obscenities or raise their voices above the prayerful whispers that spoke their intentions to God.  A man approached the group with some folded fliers and a manilla envelope screaming and carrying on. One of the prayer leaders broke her prayer to ask the man what she could do for him. He said he’d been mailed this packet of information about abortions with grotesque pictures and somehow it made a connection to Nazisism. There was no return address but he assumed it was from our group.

 Xangans who live here in my town, let it be known that our group preaches love. We’re not going to go shouting anything to anyone who makes a decision against what we believe in because as God’s creatures, we  all have free will. As a creature of free will, we will feel free to pray for those who do things that we don’t agree with. This doesn’t make us right and them wrong. It just means we ask for grace for all, including our imperfect selves.
 

I know several of you personally who are pro-choice. Thank you for respecting views and I respect your right to disagree with mine.

THAT IS ALL!

Hehehe, I love my inability to choose an appropriate title. But hear what I have to say and you’ll understand.

 Last night, I’m finally getting a break after putting the  screamers (kids) to bed. I’m just about to crawl into a nice hot bath when suddenly my body gets cold. Not just chilly, but so overwhelmingly cold that my teeth are chattering. Here’s the kicker: I live in Texas, it’s 80 degrees outside and there’s no AC on in the house.
 So I get into said hot bath to “warm up”. Shoot, now I can’t get out because I’m shaking so hard from the cold.  I realize my body is going into shock and start trying to call my husband in for help. He gets me onto the bed and starts throwing blankets on me. The on-call Doc for the night says  “Go straight to the ER. Do not pass go, Do not collect $200.”

My mom comes over to sit with the sleeping babies and my hubs and I set off.

  Even with an ER full of people, we still make it in immediately. I tell the first nurse who comes in that my chest is on fire, I have open sores on it and  I’ve just stopped breastfeeding. Those of you women who’ve had babies will know that when you start to feed via breast and then stop suddenly, you become engorged. This has the COOLEST visual effect as you have instantly swapped chests with Pamela Anderson. On the downside, just the feeling of air rushing past them is painful. We’d stopped feeding because it turns out the new baby has gums of steel and chewed an open hole into my skin.  (Single people: you are allowed to be grossed out. I am too.)

 So I already know that the shaking is due to the fever and the fever is due to an infection in my body. However, the ER doctor doesn’t think I know what I’m talking about. So he does a few tests. However, he does NOT take my blood to test for infection and does NOT do a breast exam to check for Mastitis. (A painful infection that can lodge itself in the breast tissue.) FIVE HOURS LATER, they decide they have NO idea what’s wrong and shuffle me out the door saying, “Check in with your regular doctor tomorrow.”
 
Thanks alot for nuthin.

Today I go see my doctor who immediately does the two things that Mr. ER Supergenius didn’t. Blood tests and breast exams.

Guess what?

It’s Mastitis. The open sores from “Gummy the Wonder Baby” have led to an infection and the engorgement sealed the deal.

I deserve a freaking PHD!

   I’m so pissed that I spent five hours racking up an ER bill that was easily solved in under thirty minutes. What kind of tards do they stick in the ER on a Monday at midnight? To steal a phrase from Derek, “They must have been  short bus allstars.”
Not to worry about the infection. A few days of rest and some antibiotics and we’ll be golden again. Until then, my chest feels like it’s  under a heating lamp….. A Pamela Anderson look-alike heating lamp.

Now does the title make a little more sense?

Other equally inappropriate titles:
“My Mastitis brings all the boys to the yard.”
“Hunka Hunka Burning Boobs”
“If you want my body and you think I’m sexy, don’t touch me, my chest is engorged.”
“Tits McGee meets Dr. Shortbus”

and the one I had to fight myself from using:

“My boobs are hot.”

I hope my husband appreciates my discretion.

We got to come home today. And great news: Caity and Aidan are viciously sick with a stomach bug! Hooray! So this germaphobe is running around with Lysol and  sanitary wipes after they touch ANYTHING.  The last thing I want is a newborn with a stomache bug.
Here’s some other good news: with Eryn out of my stomache, I can officially see my toes again. *grins*
Have some random pictures:

This was after they put in the heavy drugs. How else could I have smiled so brightly?

And here’s the after photo:

A close up:

She’s kinda funny looking, but I love her. =)
 I’m thankful to be out of the hospital and back at MY home with MY stuff in MY bed where those nurses can’t come in every two hours and poke me with a stick. I know it’s for health reasons, but they do it ALL NIGHT LONG.
But they won’t find me here. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
 I’m off to get some rest.

Eryn Patricia arrived at 1:34pm on March 6, 2009.  She weighed 8 lbs, 10 ozs and was 19 inches long.  Mother and baby are doing Great.  Eryn’s Mom will post when she gets out of the hospital.

“So you want me to get that kid out of ya?” my doctor asked.

“Uh, hell yes!” I replied, thinking he was joking.

“We have an open spot for induction tomorrow at 6am. Be at the hospital then.” He clicked his pen closed and walked out of the room. I sputtered and stared as he closed the door.  I attempted to collect my belongings as quickly as possible and chased him into his office.

“Wait, seriously?!”

“Yes. Your cervix has ripened, all you have to do now is come in tomorrow, we’ll start the labor and you’ll be a mother of three by noon. “

“And the risks involved with inducing labor?”

“If I thought it was dangerous, I wouldn’t be recommending it. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Now I’m sitting in my chair staring at the wall. The other times when I was about to have a kid, it just kinda.. happened.  There wasn’t any planning, it was just… time. Now.

But now, I get to pick when I’m comfortable doing so.

Sweet! If only I could pick the sort of air freshener they  put in my car after it’s detailed. Life would be complete.

 See you when I’m a mother of three!

MWAHAHAHA! My conservatism has pissed off my friends once again. (It’s too bad you guys love me so much and continue to put up with me.) I don’t claim to be a “Republican” at this point, I can only claim to be a conservative. So my liberal friends got pretty upset about my last post via Coulter-gheist. I’m so completely against all the garbage going on with this “stimulus” bill. After reading what I have about it, I knew I was completely against it. Then I found out that Satan (Pelosi) wrote it.

 The entire selling point of posting the Coulter-post was her “mentally retarded” comment on the Speaker of the House. I can’t believe that this woman is still in office.  I don’t see how her liberalism/socialist ways haven’t overwhelmed her frail body to the point of asphyxiation.  I fully realize that she is the puppet master behind the strings of our President.

  To clear up an item or two, I do NOT hate  our current president.  I’ll go along with the hype of “Oh, it’s so cool that America has a black president. Hooray for us and how diverse we are.”

 Okay, hype’s over. The man is pro-abortion and I just can’t stand by that. Come on, my liberal love-buddies. You know by now that I feel abortion is murder. If it’s “not really” a baby in there then you’re “not really”  pregnant.   It’s no secret to all of you that this was my strongest standing ground for voting for McCain. (Although I had other choices I would MUCH RATHER have picked first.)

    So on top of my disgust for Pelosi’s puppeteering,  she’s pushing this HUGE package for  Planned Parenthood hidden within the “stimulus”.  Now I’m a modern enough woman to realize that teenagers are going to have sex. It’s a fact. They will. I’m not naïve enough to believe that everyone will wait like my husband and I did. I do believe that if you are *definitely* going to have sex and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop you, you should do it in the safest way possible- protected.  On the next step- if/when your protection fails and you become pregnant or contract an STD, you have to realize that it was all a part of the risk you take when you have sex.

  To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.  With sex: sometimes, it’s pregnancy, sometimes it’s an STD, sometimes it’s just guilt that you had beer goggles on before you performed the deed and had to wake up sober.

Who knows.  Maybe you’ve not had a negative experience from every interaction in life and that’s great.  But if a consequence occurs to an action you perform, you should live with that consequence. It’s called : life.

  For example: did you make poor business choices? Spend your business’s profit margin on pink glitter sticky notes  and not enough on  products? Your business choices say you should fail. But Pelosi says, “No, that’s fine I’ll just give you some money and make it all  better.  You shouldn’t have to pay for your actions. Did you buy  a house you can’t afford? You shouldn’t have to let the bank repossess your house and move into a more affordable selection. Just stay in it. We’ll make the rest of the country pay for your 5^th Avenue tastes. The government will take care of everything. Socialism? No way. We just want to take all your money and make you equal with everyone else. Sure, we’re punishing everyone who made better choices and rewarding your poor foresight, but that’s okay.”

When I eat too many chili-cheese dogs, I get fat. But they taste so good!  Okay, so what? It’s a consequence to the feel good.

LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE FULL OF CONSEQUENCES.

 When my two year old throws a fit in a grocery store, parents around me stare  at me wondering what I’m going to do about it. Until now, I’ve been a good parent and I’ve told her, “No, we don’t do that.  You don’t always get what you want. Now settle down and be quiet.” From now on, I’ll just hand her whatever it is off the shelf she’s demanding. I won’t have to pay for it. There won’t be any consequences for me.

Right?

Right…..?

As Obama prepared to deliver his address to Congress on Tuesday, the Republican House Minority Leader John Boehner, Fox News’ Bret Baier and Charles Krauthammer all gushed that history was being made as the first African-American president appeared before Congress.
   
Even Gov. Bobby Jindal, whom I suppose I should note was the first Indian-American to give the Republican response to a president’s speech, began with an encomium to the first black president. (Wasn’t Bobby great in “Slumdog Millionaire”?)
   
Are we going to have to hear about this for the next four years? Obama is becoming the Cal Ripken Jr. of presidents, making history every time he suits up for a game. Recently, Obama also became the first African-American president to order a ham sandwich late at night from the White House kitchen! That’s going to get old pretty quick.
But as long as the nation is obsessed with historic milestones, is no one going to remark on what a great country it is where a mentally retarded woman can become speaker of the house?
   
Obama spent more than twice as much time in his historic speech genuflecting to the teachers’ unions than talking about terrorism, Iraq or Afghanistan. So it was historic only in the sense that Obama is the first African-American president, but was the same old Democratic claptrap in every other respect.
   
After claiming that the disastrous stimulus bill would create or save 3.5 million jobs — “more than 90 percent” in the private sector — Obama then enumerated a long list of exclusively government jobs that would be “saved.”
   
He was suspiciously verbose about saving the jobs of public schoolteachers. Because nothing says “economic stimulus” better than saving the jobs of lethargic incompetents who kick off at 2 p.m. every day and get summers off. Actually, that’s not fair: Some teachers spend long hours after school having sex with their students.
   
As with the Clintons, Obama so earnestly believes in public school education that he sends his girls to … an expensive private school. He demands that taxpayers support the very public schoolteachers he won’t trust with his own children.
   
It is one thing to tell voters that school choice is wrong, because, you know, the public schools won’t get better unless Americans sacrifice their children to the teachers’ union’s maw. But it is quite another for Democrats to feed their own kids to the union incinerator.

Consequently, no Democrat since Jimmy Carter has been stupid enough to send his own children to a public school.
   
And yet the stimulus bill expressly prohibits money earmarked for “education” to be spent on financial aid at private or parochial schools. Private schools might use it for some nefarious purpose like actually teaching their students, rather than indoctrinating them in anti-American propaganda.
   
The stimulus bill includes about $100 billion to education. By “education,” Democrats don’t mean anything a normal person would think of as education, such as learning how to talk good. “Education” means creating lots of useless bureaucratic jobs, mostly in Washington, having nothing to do with teaching.
   
Apparently, nothing irritates public schoolteachers more than being asked to teach. While 80 percent of the employees of private schools are teachers, only half the employees of public schools are. The rest are “coordinating,” “facilitating” or “empowering” something or other.
   
The Department of Education alone provides more than 4,000 jobs that haven’t the faintest connection with teaching. And now the stimulus bill will double the Education Department’s funding. (For those of you who went to a public school, that means it will become twice as big.)
   
We’ve come a long way from Ronald Reagan promising to eliminate the Education Department, which itself was a Jimmy Carter sop to the teachers’ unions.
   
Federal meddling in education has been an abject failure, so the Democrats’ plan is to keep doing more of the same. If only there were some aphorism about people who fail to learn from history — oh, well!
   
It can’t be easy to reduce the educational achievement in America year after year, but the education establishment has done it! Yes they can!
   
Thanks to the hard work of thousands of government workers at the Department of Education and well-paid teachers’ union employees, American schoolchildren perform worse on education tests for every year they spend in a public school.
   
It turns out that being in U.S. public schools has the same effect on people as hanging around Paris Hilton does.
   
In fourth grade, the earliest grade for which international comparisons are available, American students outperform most other countries in reading, math and science. Fourth-graders score in the 92nd percentile in science, the 58th percentile in math and the 70th percentile in reading, where they beat 26 of 35 countries, including Germany, France and Italy.
   
But by the eighth grade, American students are only midrange in international comparisons. (On the plus side, by the eighth grade they’re noticeably fatter.)
   
By the 12th grade — after receiving the full benefits of an American education — Americans are near the bottom. Let X represent the number of years spent in U.S. public schools, and Y represent average test scores in math and reading — oh, never mind.
   
With an additional eight years of a public school education under their belts, Americans fall from the 92nd percentile in science to the 29th percentile. While American fourth-graders are bested only by South Korea and Japan in science, by 12th grade, the only countries the American students can beat are Lithuania, Cyprus and South Africa.
   
Which suggests that if public education were extended all the way through college, by the time a student gets to graduate school he might very well be qualified to be … speaker of the house!

http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=30860&s=rcmp

Coffee. Oh glorious fount of morning life. You make my day begin. It’s nighttime now, but I can smell you because I’ve just set up my pot for tomorrow morning. You make me eager to arise and indulge in your succulent flavor.
Unless your name is Foldgers. Then you JUST PLAIN SUCK. You taste like burned ass. Stop existing!

My grandma is doing fantastically now. She was moved to a special rehab hospital unit on Friday  and is going to start physical therapy. If things continue to go so well, she could be home in a week and a half. 

As I’m writing this, I’m having some pretty strong Braxton-Hicks contractions. Maybe by the time my grandma comes home, I’ll be having a baby. If so, someone will update you all.

Until then, it’s late and my coffee is waiting for me to fall asleep so I can have it in the morning.
Dunkin Donuts is the best coffee, but my dear, cheap MJB is a close second.

What’s your favorite?

Is it me? Don’t lie. It is.

So yesterday I had this big meeting with one of my supervisors and the local newspaper. I’d come up with an idea that could help the community to be more aware of crime occurring in their area: a weekly crime map. Does that person over there look suspicious? Perhaps you should call it in- there has been a rash of vehicle burglaries in your area according to the weekly crime map. I already provide this information  to the officers on a weekly basis. So I thought we could give a (watered down) version to the public.
It seems these days that everyone wants the government to take care of them without wanting to take any personal responsibility. (sound familiar? Like federal government? ) So now, people have no excuse for being unaware of their surroundings. With our new programs that I’m developing,  we have a broader way of helping the public protect themselves. Sounds boring right? Not to me. My officemate thinks I’m the biggest justice nerd he’s ever met. (I didn’t tell him I wanted to be  Batman when I grew up. It would give away my secret identity.)
Anyhow, my point to this story is, my supervisor was so impressed with my performance for the newspaper monkeys that he told me he’d start challenging me with bigger projects, more directly related to city council… and I get my own BUSINESS CARD!!!!!
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
These aren’t cheapo-imitation crab meat cards that you print off your desktop with card stock. Heck no. These are being offered through a real company. They’ll have my name with “Crime Analyst” emblazened underneath.
How cool am I? Well.. not very… but you can’t tell that from my BUSINESS CARD!
 Stupid to get excited about, I know. But I’ve only been back with the police department for three months and it feels like I’m making progress. It’s a great feeling to be at a job you love and know they kinda like you back.

Meanwhile, the baby and I had a dr’s appointment today. She’s still in there. The doc felt confident enough to make an appointment for next week. He said he was sure he’d be seeing me. So no baby yet. That’s fine. It’s rodeo weekend and I’m going to the fairgrounds to get me a funnel cake and a jumbo turkey leg. Maybe I can even convince the kids to go on a pony ride or something. Am I too pregnant to ride the mechanical bull?
 

Congratulations — your baby is full term! This means that if your baby arrives now, her lungs should be fully mature and ready to adjust to life outside the womb, even though your due date is still three weeks away.

Your baby weighs close to 7 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches, head to heel (like a stalk of Swiss chard). Many babies have a full head of hair at birth, with locks from 1/2 inch to 1 1/2 inches long. But don’t be surprised if your baby’s hair isn’t the same color as yours. Dark-haired couples are sometimes thrown for a loop when their children come out as blonds or redheads, and fair-haired couples have been surprised by Elvis look-alikes. And then, of course, some babies sport only peach fuzz.

PS, want a good read? Check out the ever clever, conservative friendly Sword and Sacrifice’s site.