Why I hate people

I find it so interesting that some people think they're so much better than others. I also find the hypocrisy of former "friends" (can they be called friends if you now doubt all the bullshit they ever spewed?) amusing to the highest degree. Yes this is a personal attack, and yes you know who you are. Let me put it very simply that you are a vile evil person. That is the reason the only animal keeping you company has four legs. Simple.

I'm not sure how you can go on bitching about how someone is sooo mean on a public q & a...then turn around and do the same shit. I'm also not sure how you can mock people who stand around and say nothing when that shit happens...and look at the people you now associate with. Hello, may I call you pot?

Needless to say, I am quite done with the pathetic-ness of "dog enthusiasts" if they have forgotten to be human first. I find the bitchiness and the two faced attitude more than I can take. So for those of you I'm still in contact with, excellent. However, those of you who turn a blind cheek yet expected me to always be there for you...I'm sure you can safely assume where to go.

You people have disappointed me more than many people are or were capable of doing. The reason you hate "the others" is because you are too similar. I guess if your name starts with the same letter, you might as well be the same person. Get off your pedestal, you're not all you think you are. Take a good hard look at your life before going on your rampage. If you see nothing wrong, there in lies your problem.

12 weeks tomorrow!

Babies are annoying. Making babies is fun, but having one cook inside you for nine months can not be fun at all. It's not fun for 3 months so far. I'm hoping this getting sick thing ends soon. Luckily, it's no longer completely random puking -- but rather something smells absolutely disgusting. Examples of absolutely disgusting: Mason, Mason's breath, Mason's shower stuff, the dogs, the fridge, mexican food, fried chicken and of course, dog poop. Grocery shopping today was a chore...and the fact the dogs have both decided to "relapse" and piss all over the floor left me clinging to the toilet for dear life.
I'm finally starting to go from just bloated to kinda showing. It's hard and not squishy like my bloated tummy. I guess it's comparable to a tumor. I'm excited for next week when we have our tour of the place I will be pushing this sucker out.
AND, we found a house. 3 bed 2 bath (basement is partially complete) for $600 a month in rent. AND the dogs get to have a back yard, which will be so nice. I can throw the assholes outside and forget about them. I'm super excited to see the bedrooms, pick out ours and then begin decorating for the baby!
Hopefully we'll be moving in there next week and I wont have to deal with this place anymore.

Must have sleep

So this morning started like every other morning with Mason's annoying alarm going off starting at 6. It's amazing that alarm clocks let you snooze 4 times. What is even more amazing is that he does this, every morning. He has even set his alarm clock across the room so he has to get out of bed to get up. So starting at 6:00 am, he wakes up, gets out of bed (which I may add has to freeze since we keep our room drastically cold), wanders to the clock and hits the snooze button. By the time he crawls back into bed, he only has 8 minutes left of his snooze.
This morning was especially awful since he didn't come home until 10:30 and finally came to bed at midnight. Mason has been in a bowling league for his second year in a row now. This year he decided to join a league on Monday nights and Wednesday nights because what can be better than spending your time with a bunch of wanna be pro bowlers twice a week? Needless to say, he came home extremely hammered and wanted not one, but two grilled cheese sandwiches and a dr pepper. The good news? I got him to look at rings with me :) (You're right...I have no shame)
So, after the alarm kept going off this morning and being snuggled by all 3 of them (Mason, Zoey practically on my face and Zayda curled up against my chest) we finally decided it was time to get up. The thing about our house is you don't get up unless you want the dogs to get up. Ever. So Mason proceeds to get ready for work which leads to Zoey and Zayda deciding to fight on the bed. Which is fine except when I'm still in it. After yelling and pushing them around, Zoey finally decides she'll just solve the problem by completely laying on Zayda. Mason walks into the room and looks around for Zayda. This is when Zoey looks at us both, turns her head to the side and gives a bark as if saying "Puppy? What puppy?"
At this point, I've decided to go to my parents house so I can throw the dogs in the back yard and sleep. However, instead of sleeping -- here I am.

Bodily fluids

For some reason when I get my 2 dogs together, they completely forget all the treats and praise we went through to house train them. While home over thanksgiving break, they decided it would be fun to not only shit inside, but to shit in front of the bedroom door so I had to smash it to get out so I could clean it up. The best part? I cleaned it up, went to sleep and woke up 2 hours later smelling that awful smell only to have the other one do the exact same thing! At this point, I'd like to point out those who say dog's don't have emotions like revenge are dead wrong. We had left them all day to go down to Utah to go shopping. Recently they've decided that instead of asking to go out into the cold to do their business, they'd just do it in random places in the apartment. Not a big problem except I REALLY hate stepping in urine in my socks or bare feet. In fact, it ruins my day. Not to mention I'm getting tired of the place smelling like dog piss no matter how often I shampoo or how many candles I light. While the urine sucks, last night Zayda decided to not ask to go out and had diarrhea all over the living room floor. No big deal, she didn't feel good so I just cleaned it up and went about my business. Well overnight, she once again failed to ask to go out and did it in the bedroom. So as I'm grabbing the stuff to clean it up, she goes one final time, just for good measure. The bedroom was practically a mine field. It's days like this where I want to give her to anyone that will take her.
I definitely cannot wait to own a house where I can just throw them outside -- or install the best invention ever: a doggy door.

So in October I applied for this coaching job for the local club team for high school aged girls. I ended up with the 14's team which is 11-14 yr olds. Not a big deal. Well this club is the most fucked up thing I've ever encountered in my LIFE!

There's a parent board who constantly bitches about all we do and it's annoying. Miranda (the other coach) called me tonight to give me a heads up that parents were bitching that practice was only 45 minutes last night. I have 8 girls on my team, 4 of which walked in at 4:15 (when practice is supposed to start) and so we didn't get started until 4:30. The older girls have the court at 5:30 and start wandering in about 5:10 so I usually end my practice since my girls lose focus. Anyone who has ever worked with 11-14 yr old girls KNOW that 45 minutes of focus is doing great, but apparently parents seem to miss this.

Needless to say, I'm fucking pissed. Not only was I sicker than fuck and had a nasty ass rash, but parents really have the balls to complain in a parent meeting and not even tell me? So, they want longer practices? They'll get longer practices, and can kiss their Christmas break goodbye because I'm making mandatory practices. Fuck them.

Hope they get mono too!

Mono

So after 4 days of being miserably sick, getting told I have a normal cold and breaking out in a disgusting rash (save the face and boobs woot!) I got into the doctor at the student health to get rid of this shit. So after trying to figure out why I have a rash, it was determined that it's 90% possible I have mono and happen to be the 5% of the population that breaks out in a rash because of mono. Awesome right? So I get some prednisone and sent home to take 3 for 3 days and to call to get my lab results. That's where life gets fun. I call the student health front desk and I'm talking as loud as I can with an extremely sore throat. So after the evil nurse on the phone yells at me for not talking loud enough, she informs me that the doctor is of course seeing patients all day and can't take time to speak with me. I inform her that I need to get my lab results from him and so she says she'll write a note on my file that I called. Great right? Who actually checks previous files? So...now I wait to see if he will call me back.

I miss my doctor back home. :(

The sickness that was the rash

So over the weekend I was convinced I had developed strep throat or something of the related sort.  I guess it was the fact that my tonsils would stick together when I swallowed gave me that idea.  So Monday I decided I'd go to the doctor first thing (by doctor I mean student health) and see what happened.  Well they just did a strep screen, insisted I must just have a cold and sent me on my way.  In the meantime, I went to walmart and bought some throat drops as she recommended and bought some Tylenol as well for the swelling.  Unfortunately, something since then has caused me to break out in a rash.  Now I've never had an allergic reaction or hives or anything of the sort, so squatting my butt down and noticing i have a rash on my thighs scared the piss out of me.  It's also on my hands, feet..i think my head too, cuz it itches.  

So...I get to go to lovely student health again...in 3 hours.  Because apparently breaking out in a rash is not as serious to anyone else.  Good news is I will at least be able to make my final for the day.

Love college.