Caution...Way Too Much Information

So, at this point in my breast feeding experience, I can shoot rockets of milk across the room. It's an acquired skill I tell you...and its quite amusing actually. Like a weird party trick or something. You know, very...Hey guys, look what I can do! or I betcha I can knock that vase off the table with just a squirt of my...

Anyway...

This being my third breastfed baby, I've had tons of practice. My poor Baby Luna, on the other hand, is not amused. Poor thing has been accidentally squirt in the eye, the cheek, the chin...you get the idea. She's such a good sport though. She just gives me a dirty look and bites down a bit too hard while feeding to get me back.

By the way, you should all be very happy that I am too shy to make this into a youtube video.

IMHO...Random Thoughts on Random Issues

OCTO-MOM

For Pete's sake...leave the woman alone! Yes, she was dumb to have so many kids. Yes, she was even dumber to have gotten preggers by way of fertility doctor/clinic. And, yes, she was even dumberer to have so many kiddos while unemployed and relying on government aid. HOWEVER, the damage has already been done. She made her choices, she had her kids. Name calling, finger pointing, and the like do no good here. Neither do picketing in front of her home or clamoring for the authorities to take her children away. Taking her children away will not only separate them from their siblings and cause them emotional trauma, but it will also cost the state money to pay for their foster care anyway. So really, is it so bad that these children are allowed to stay with their mother (who obviously loves them despite her questionable emotional stability) and their siblings? Any speculation about her ability to properly take care of her children is just that...speculation. You can bet that after all of the press she has received she has been thoroughly investigated by the authorities, and yet, her children remain in her care. Doesn't that tell you something? How about we all just stop picking on those whose lifestyle choices and family dynamics differ from our own, and focus instead on improving our own lifestyles, our own families, and reaching out to authorities to help those children who are truly being abused by their parents/guardians.

SWINE FLU

I watched the NYC press conference, I've been reading the newspaper, I've been watching the news, and I've been beefing up on my internet research here. My take...the swine flu is being blown out of proportion in a big way. Just another chance for the big-wigs in the pharmaceutical companies to use scare tactics to sell more vaccinations. Don't be fooled...get educated. Read the newspaper, watch the news, get various opinions from multiple sources. Hell, get your ass to the library and read medical journals. Educate yourself rather than fall for propaganda.

KATE PLUS 8 AND THE GREAT CHEATING SCANDAL

When that show first aired oh so many seasons ago, my Hubs commented on how miserable Jon looked. I have to admit...I didn't see it. Sure I saw an overbearing, uptight, and rude wife in Kate, but I figured she was always like that and maybe Jon was one of those guys who liked to be bossed around. Apparently not. Though I do not agree with Kate's blatant disrespect for her husband (with her embarrassing and very public verbal flogging), but, I also don't agree with Jon's cheating. He's right to want out of that relationship...Kate's a bitch, plain and simple. BUT, he went about it the wrong way. Don't flaunt your mistress...file for DIVORCE. His kids are going to see these tabloid pics someday and because of this, I feel terrible for them.

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Ok, so, I totally had more to say, but my baby is crying and so I'm off to feed her. It's been so long since I've blogged that it's going to take me a few posts to get back in the saddle. Forgive my rambling thoughts for the time being as I try to steer my brain back onto the pavement so to speak. I've been off-roading on dirt roads for so long now that I can barely remember how to eek out a coherent sentence. Ta-ta for now.

True Love

Introducing...

Baby "Luna"
8 lbs, 20 inches long

Hey guys! The little lady has finally arrived! Her arrival was fast and furious with my labor lasting only 3 1/2 hours from my first contraction to the minute of her birth. So far, she is the perfect baby. She eats well, sleeps well, and only cries when hungry. My other two girls, Sugar and Spice, adore her and seem to be adjusting well to the new addition. All in all, everything's grand here at Casa de Luna. Hope everyone in bloggy-land is doing well also. Miss you all...be back soon.

Ciao.

By the way...

It's a girl!

I knew it. I just...KNEW.

My official due date is April 21, 2009.

I recently moved into a new place and am in the process of settling in. My computer and internet are up and running, however I don't have a computer desk at the moment so I don't use it much. As you can imagine, being 7+ months pregnant does not exactly make it easy for me to squat and type. A coupla more weeks hiatus and I should be back with some regularity.

I know you're all just dying of boredom without me. (Snicker)

What up Party People?

Firstly...Happy New Year to all.

Secondly...I know what you're thinking...where are the baby bump pics??

Hold your horses, my friends, the bump pics are coming. I am about 26 weeks along now and the belly is plump and juicy and full of a bouncing baby that won't quit kicking me. I don't know for sure what the sex is, although I'm almost positive it's another girl based on the way I'm carrying...and I couldn't be happier about that because most of you know that I was dying to have another girl anyway.

My heartburn is awful, I only throw up occasionally now, and my sciatica is so bad I can barely walk sometimes, but other than that, life is just peachy.

My time is consumed by taking care of the kiddos, working, and embarking on a massive credit clean-up so that my FICO score will be mortgage worthy within the next year. I know the economy is shit and times are bad, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let this great buyers market pass me by. The credit cleaning process is interesting and intensive and I've learned A TON about the industry and it's loopholes. That alone is worth blogging regularly about, but I just can't seem to drag my tired, preggo ass to the computer at the end of the day to post about it.

ALSO, I was sued recently by a low-life collection agency. However, being the scrappy little fighter that I am, I did my research on the collection laws, the agency suing me, and the legal process involved in collections and hammered the shit out of them in court until they had to drop the lawsuit and dismiss the case. Ha. Go me. So now, I am also educated in the many laws and loopholes of the collection business and am willing to share this knowledge with anyone facing debt collection or lawsuits. I am not an attorney, nor am I able to give legal advise, HOWEVER, I can point you in the right direction when it comes to information and strategy. So please, email me or stay tuned for my story complete with links to the sites I used to help me defeat the big, bad, collection agency. If I can do it, anyone can...trust me.

I am still living at my father's and despite the fact that living quarters are tight and I'm itching for my own space again, it's tolerable. I really can't complain...much ;) We are looking to move out before the baby comes in April. I just can't fathom taking a baby home to my dad's house instead of our own place. Nope, it just won't work.

That's it really. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing worth posting about which is why you haven't heard from me. I'm hoping to come back with a bang at some point, but who knows when that point will be.

Until then...

I'm tired...

And uninspired. And downright bored with posting lately. Can you tell?

When I do post I feel inexplicably guilty because I receive comments from peeps who I have not checked in with for some time.

And so, until I'm out of my funk, I have turned off comments on this blog.

Someday I'll return to reading, commenting, and posting with more regularity. Someday. Until then I will simply use this blog as a kind of journal.

I hope you will keep me in your reader and not abandon me completely because even though it seems I have, I have not abandoned you. My reader is still chock-full-'o-nuts and waiting for me to get off my ass and get to reading.

Later gaters.

A History of Greatness

When I met her I was about 20 years old and working in an office. She was a temp, placed at the reception desk. She was so spunky and cool and fun. Her wrist was wrapped in a black tribal tattoo, her hair was short, dark, and cut in those funky layers that we all wish we could pull off, but can't. She was funny. Loud and often inappropriate, just like me. We clicked. We connected. We became inseperable. I once told her that if I was a lesbian I'd date her. She laughed hysterically because she thought the same thing about me.

Eventually, she was transferred into my department. I was ecstatic. Who wouldn't be? I was literally getting paid to bullshit with the coolest chic I had ever met. Suddenly, I didn't mind going to work anymore. It was fun again. Well, maybe fun isn't the right word. How about hysterical...uproarious...a total effing blast. Yep, that's it...A TOTAL EFFING BLAST.

As the company grew larger another soul invaded our office space. I think his name was David. David was a short, timid man, with a receding hair line and the worst body odor you have ever smelt. (Smelt? Smelled? Eh, whateva...) He was revolting to be around and made our pleasant work environment not so pleasant. Imagine working in a sub shop surrounded by massive amounts of onions all day. THAT is the equivalent of our daily nostril intake. But, other than that, it was like he wasn't even there. He was quiet, mousy, practically invisible. Which is why Cindy and I often forgot he was in the room.

Our conversations during the day ranged from lewd and rude to downright disgusting. No topic was off limits. No subject to inappropriate to discuss in the office. It was our space, you see. Hers and mine. David, well, he would just have to sit there and deal with it. Which he did...while sweating profusely because, well, did I mention that before coming to work in our department he was in Seminary School? Yep. Homeboy was studying to become a priest. A PRIEST! D'oh!

No wonder that poor man sweat so much. I can't even imagine how many times we sent him home flushed with the guilt of his desire because of the things Cindy and I dished about. Poor dude. I betcha our "sin" stuck to his sweaty ass like glue and he had to go to daily confession to be cleansed. Eh, whatchugonnado, right?

Anyways...Cindy and I were friends for years after we met. I couldn't imagine my life without her. Which is why I was devasted when we lost touch. I thought about her constantly and even wrote her sappy little letters that I never mailed declaring the emptiness of my heart because she wasn't in my life anymore. We have since reconnected. (I posted about it once. I would link to the post but am too damn lazy to search my archives for it.) MySpace brought us together again...can you believe that shit?

Anyways, we don't see each other as often as I'd like these days. We both have a family now so life kind of gets in the way. You know how it is. But, I wanted to post this because, for some reason, I've been thinking about that time in my life. That carefree, fun-filled moment in life when time seems to stand still and the party seems to last forever. During that time, she was there. By my side. Throwing back beers and slammin' down shots.

Cindy, if you read this girl...you're the bomb. Don't ever forget it.