Friday the 13th, Overtime on St.Patrick's Day and Other Bad Decisions

It didn't occur to me until I was about to go to sleep this afternoon that not only was today friday the 13th, but I was working it alone with Sgt. Bad Luck Shit Storm . Not only would I be working alone on a traditionally bad luck day, but I was also smart enough to pick up overtime on St. Let's Get Hosed and Pretend We're All Irish - Day, which coincidentally I would also be working alone. Hawaii.









On a unrelated note, I completed the dreaded glucose test this morning. Which I am quite confident that I do not have gestational diabetes. I arrived at the office for my 0830 appointment, and did the usual check in routine. After they put me on the cattle scale, I waddled down the hall to wait for the Dr I've never met before. The girl hands me this inconspicuous looking orange drink that's about as big as 1/2 a coke can, and contains about 50 grams of sugary hell. I already knew it was gonna taste like crap, but to make the expierience even more enjoyable the girl proceeds to watch me drink it. No pressure.






But I did learn that I have one more appointment in 3 weeks, then after that I have appointments every 2 weeks, than at 36 weeks it will be every week. It's kinda going by fast, only 2 months and 3 weeks until little miss Mya is here :-)

Sphincter says "WHAT?!"

Does anyone else see anything wrong here?! Just a reminder the 5 year old daughter Haleigh has been gone about a month ....

Better Homes & Gardens

So FINALLY after getting the final touches done on our master suite, here is all my hard decorating work. And by "my" I mean Michael did all the manual labor, and I told him where to hang stuff.

My Baby Is 3 !!

Conviction: Solving the Moxley Murder

October 30th , "Mishchief Eve" the night before Halloween, often proved fruitful for teenagers looking for the usual neighborhood vandalism and drug induced activities. However,for the Moxley family in Greenwich, Conneticut, 1975 would prove to be an evening that was sorrowfully, life changing.

Martha Moxley had been neighbor's and friends with the Skakel family, and was in their company on that fateful evening. Martha never returned from their company, and was found the following day beaten to death on her own property with a golf club. The beating was so violent that the gold club had broken in 3 pieces, one of which was used to stab Martha in the neck.

For 25 years case evidence has been either lost or mis handled, largely to gross negligence rather than the often used cover up theory. The police and residents of Greenwich just couldn't fathom the Skakel's being involved in such a violent and horrendous murder, even though the murder weapon was traced back to the skakel's and both Tommy and Michael Skakel had ever changing stories for their wear abouts. How could a Kennedy cousin commit such an act?



Reporter Leonard Levitt set out to prove just that. In 1982 The Stamford Advocate and Greenwich Time newspaper had asked Levitt to look into what was turning out to be, a cold case. Through his research and interviews with neighbors, family members and various police authorities Levitt discovered how the police had mishandeld the entire investigation, and how the Skakels were getting away with murder.

In 2002 Michael Skakel was convicted of Moxley's murder, after 20 years of hard work by Levitt and Police Detective Frank Garr. Both had faced political and peer pressure during their work on this case, often being shut out soley because of the Kennedy connection. This book was a great read , letting the reader look into the disturbed life and mind of Michael Skakel, and how much money and affluence can attempt to buy. Everything except true personal freedom.

His Boys Can Swim!

While exploring the world of blogging I came across a hillarious, tongue in cheek, blog called: His Boys Can Swim! Which chronicles "Tarzan" & "Jane"'s new adventures in pregnancy & soon to be parenthood(http://www.hisboyscanswim.com). What I love about this blog is that pretty much anything goes, and Jane can let loose her pregnant thoughts & feelings, which is great to relate too, especially knowing I'm not the only one who can be pregger-saur-us rex to her unsuspecting husband :-)

It's also a great site for daddies to be, even if you've already had a child, seeing how each pregnancy as each child, is different. "Tarzan" offers the dad's point of view, and "Jane" offers the mom to be's point of view. It's also a favorite blog of mine because Jane is due around the same time as me, so it's always fun to contrast & compare pregger notes :-)

One of my favorite postings is "It’s a boy! My boys knew this was their last shot. Good job guys." by Tarzan(http://www.hisboyscanswim.com/1354/its-a-boy-my-boys-knew-this-was-their-last-shot-good-job-guys#more-1354). I really almost peed myself when he compared a cousin to the brother of Napoleon Dynamite, because we all have a relative like that.Atleast I do.

And if you're into entering contests and winning free stuff, they just launched "the 1st Official His Boys
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Epidemic

Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb...in bloom

Down in a hole and I dont know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You dont understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who wont let himself be

Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, losin my soul
Id like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and theyve put all
The stones in their place
Ive eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
Of my feelings beneath

Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, losin my soul
Id like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied

Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers (oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb...in bloom
Oh I want to be inside...

Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, losin my soul
Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, outta control
Id like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied

~"Down In A Hole"~ Alice In Chains

I learned of yet another classmate lost to addiction the other day. And as I red the obituary in the paper I can remember sitting next to him on the bus in elementary school. I can also remember what I was doing the day he died. As I was spending the day with my son and husband that sunday, Steve's little boy lost his own. The obituary can sugar coat it all it wants to, but heroin took Steve's life. As it did Kara's last year. Alcoholism & drunk driving took my good friend Adam's life June 26,2001, weeks after we sat next to eachother at graduation.

It just makes me incredibly sad and breaks my heart. What the hell happens to people that leads them to make those choices? I've had ample opportunities through high school and college to partake in various substances, and to be honest they scared the shit out of me, and I refused to take them. At what point does sticking a needle in your arm seem like a good fucking idea?!?! And to think that Steve's little boy is going to grow up without a daddy, and to have to live with the fact that his father died because of heroin, and to think of my little boy who is around the same age, I would never ever think of putting myself in the position where he would be without a mommy.

I'm not trying to judge these people, even though it would be easy too. When this happens to people you know, it's not as easy to write them off as a piece of crap low life. Some people are, but not all. I also was reading about one of my favorite bands, Alice In Chains, the lead singer Layne Staley died of an overdose of a speedball (heroin&cocaine) and was not found for over 2 weeks. When the police broke down the door, with his mother behind them, his 6'1" frame only had 82 pounds on it, surrounded by cocaine & crack pipes. The lead singer of one of the most popular bands at the time, had secluded himself to such an extent that it was not unusual for friends not to hear from him for weeks on end, and was often reported to hang out weekly at a local bar, not to drink, but to hang out in the corner and nod off. It's just amazingly sad how drugs can destroy a person like that, and it feels that much more desperate when it hits home. I geuss you never realize how bad things are until its too late.