Or in normal human speak, the people in court finally said 'We're really sick of this case, please, just give the kid to that possibly crazy family that really seems to want her.' We will soon be the proud(?) parents of a crazy ten-year-old little girl!! YAY!!
In ironic news, I received my psychological evaluation today, and the Doctor found nothing wrong with my responses or my history to prevent me from raising the Mimi. She said I showed a history of seeking help when I felt I needed it, and that was the important part. She also said that if anyone were suited and qualified to raise this littlin, it would be me! Then we proceeded to talk shop (or rather, talk about what services could assist us in raising our little hellion) for 40 minutes to an hour.
When I left her, I felt really relieved and really celebratory, so when I picked Hubby up from work, I wanted deep dish pizza (Jet's Pizza, you should try it. Seriously.). We got ourselves a nice sized meal, shared a soda (that I wasn't interested in), and went to Costco. While shopping at Costco my Mom called, tickled pink, and told us they gave the hellion to us.
We checked out of the store, and on the way home, I cried because I was so happy, so relieved, and..... I don't know, I felt released. Like, finally, we can really prepare because we know what's going to happen. I'm so very happy and nervous and worried and relieved and it's all jumbled inside of me, but I wouldn't have it any other way. So yay, we're gonna be parents!!
On a completely different note, I went to store called 'My fit foods' today. A worker showed me around and it's essentially like a quick shop convenience meal store that only carries foods that are good for you. It has different labels and it counts the calories for you, and separates 'typical male portion' from 'typical female portion' (which they don't force you to buy, but it's a great option) as well as snacks and other things like healthy drinks. The prices are NOT cheap, but they're also NOT expensive. It ranges from about $5-14 dollars per meal. The more expensive meal also has more food, so the prices make sense. Even if we don't eat there often, their meal plans/ideas are good fodder for my own meal ideas.
While I was there, I mentioned that I work right down the road as a massage therapist, and they asked if we had any cards we could put up on their community board for healthy lifestyles. I only had one on me, so I went to my job and picked up a few things to post on the board before I went to my psych eval.
I think tomorrow I will be getting a phone call from the social worker and we'll start ironing out the details of when to expect our little one, as well as what I need to know to prepare her personal medical health team.
After that, Hubby has an interview, and I will be getting a pedicure SOME TIME that day, if not Friday morning. Then I'm dropping off some black bean brownies (that are awesome, even if I used a bit too much salt) to a friend before going to tutor my coworker in Japanese again.
I think Hubby and I might go see a movie as well. Kind of a relaxed date, you know? Oops! Pineapples just got home and we're gonna skype now, so I'll go. That's pretty much all the good news anyway! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!! From this point onward, we will forever be parents! So scary, and so exciting!
Completely unrelated:
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Hm Hm... I've pestered Hubby to post but didn't post myself, so...
As I promised him, I am now posting. The topic is a little dreary though, and something that I post about occasionally. My weight (cue sigh of boredom from the masses).
So according to a health calculator, I am 100 lbs overweight. When my sister was this weight, I'm pretty sure she was wearing 22-24, but I'm still wearing a size 18. I have noticed increased back rolls, but it's not such a difference that I could point at it and be like "YOU! You are where the weight has gone!" Maybe it actually all went to my breasts. They're kinda huge now. I got resized (haven't done it properly since high school) and my breasts are literally larger than my head. Other spots that I've noticed are larger.... my stomach is definitely rounder and fuller. My thighs may be a little plumper. My forearms, calves, feet and hands are still delicate and small, but my upper arms are maybe a little? flabbier? Not much though, cause I've been working so much. Maybe it all accumulated in my ass. I can't see it after all, so I wouldn't know if it was getting bigger.
I certainly feel heavy, but I don't feel THAT heavy. I do know this much weight isn't healthy though, and maybe that's why my feet hurt so much so often. My sister certainly always complains about her feet. Speaking of, I should really get a pedicure so I can use my feet to massage people. They're WAY too callused and hard right now to use without socks on.
Hubby is also a little confused by my weight gain. As he has noticed, we don't eat very differently. I may eat more sweets, but I also eat more veggies where he eats more meat. And it's not like I eat sweets ALL the time. I've actually begun eating veggies in between massages to kind of manage my weight a little more (I also rarely have time to eat much of anything at work).
I'm beginning to seriously consider doing the Paleo diet. It's supposed to reroute your body's digestive pathways so that you are digesting the fats and sugars as they enter your body instead of storing them for 'later use' and it's a little hard to explain because I'm not sure I fully understand it myself. Essentially you eat like a hunter/gatherer for a month to 'reset' your body. So only meats and veggies and fruits. Nothing processed, and nothing 'unnatural'. It's supposed to be a hand-size of meat at each meal (Which is where I balked originally), and a fist-size serving of fruits and veggies whenever else (and at meals, essentially when you're hungry) and a handful of nuts for a good snack. I'm seriously considering it. Seems like it would get boring quickly though.
Hmmmm what else.... Court is (yet again) this Wednesday. Ironically, so is my scheduled Psych Eval. I'm not currently particularly nervous about either, but my sisters and mom ARE, so the nervousness is beginning to infect me a little. Only a little though. Court rarely actually seems to get anything done, so I'm slowly becoming acclimated to the inevitable 'Let's wait and see how ______ turns out' they've been doing for the last....uh. In regards to us: 9 months, and in regards to the whole situation: 2 1/2 years. Hm. 9 months. That's about the time it would take to get a baby the natural way. Maybe this court date will be our placebo due-date and the baby will finally be sent to us via the stork (social worker).
I am now teaching Japanese to one of the receptionists at my job for $40 for 2 hours (1 hour 2 days a week) each week. We've just had our first lesson today, and though I worry that I ramble a bit too much, it's also shown me just how much Japanese history, culture, language, and relations I have actually learned over the years. I impressed myself with my knowledge, but I don't want to overwhelm her, so I'm going to separate her lessons into 1 hour of reading and writing, and one hour of speaking/listening each week. I felt that was the best, most useful way I was taught. Her writing is really clumsy right now, but I think it's very cute and shows where she needs to work to make progress.
Okay, Hubby is waiting to sleep until I get this written, so I'm just going to find a song and then go to bed. This song is stuck in my head, and I have to admit to liking the sentiment. I can't hate a good revenge song (especially one that doesn't make use of innocent bystanders).
So according to a health calculator, I am 100 lbs overweight. When my sister was this weight, I'm pretty sure she was wearing 22-24, but I'm still wearing a size 18. I have noticed increased back rolls, but it's not such a difference that I could point at it and be like "YOU! You are where the weight has gone!" Maybe it actually all went to my breasts. They're kinda huge now. I got resized (haven't done it properly since high school) and my breasts are literally larger than my head. Other spots that I've noticed are larger.... my stomach is definitely rounder and fuller. My thighs may be a little plumper. My forearms, calves, feet and hands are still delicate and small, but my upper arms are maybe a little? flabbier? Not much though, cause I've been working so much. Maybe it all accumulated in my ass. I can't see it after all, so I wouldn't know if it was getting bigger.
I certainly feel heavy, but I don't feel THAT heavy. I do know this much weight isn't healthy though, and maybe that's why my feet hurt so much so often. My sister certainly always complains about her feet. Speaking of, I should really get a pedicure so I can use my feet to massage people. They're WAY too callused and hard right now to use without socks on.
Hubby is also a little confused by my weight gain. As he has noticed, we don't eat very differently. I may eat more sweets, but I also eat more veggies where he eats more meat. And it's not like I eat sweets ALL the time. I've actually begun eating veggies in between massages to kind of manage my weight a little more (I also rarely have time to eat much of anything at work).
I'm beginning to seriously consider doing the Paleo diet. It's supposed to reroute your body's digestive pathways so that you are digesting the fats and sugars as they enter your body instead of storing them for 'later use' and it's a little hard to explain because I'm not sure I fully understand it myself. Essentially you eat like a hunter/gatherer for a month to 'reset' your body. So only meats and veggies and fruits. Nothing processed, and nothing 'unnatural'. It's supposed to be a hand-size of meat at each meal (Which is where I balked originally), and a fist-size serving of fruits and veggies whenever else (and at meals, essentially when you're hungry) and a handful of nuts for a good snack. I'm seriously considering it. Seems like it would get boring quickly though.
Hmmmm what else.... Court is (yet again) this Wednesday. Ironically, so is my scheduled Psych Eval. I'm not currently particularly nervous about either, but my sisters and mom ARE, so the nervousness is beginning to infect me a little. Only a little though. Court rarely actually seems to get anything done, so I'm slowly becoming acclimated to the inevitable 'Let's wait and see how ______ turns out' they've been doing for the last....uh. In regards to us: 9 months, and in regards to the whole situation: 2 1/2 years. Hm. 9 months. That's about the time it would take to get a baby the natural way. Maybe this court date will be our placebo due-date and the baby will finally be sent to us via the stork (social worker).
I am now teaching Japanese to one of the receptionists at my job for $40 for 2 hours (1 hour 2 days a week) each week. We've just had our first lesson today, and though I worry that I ramble a bit too much, it's also shown me just how much Japanese history, culture, language, and relations I have actually learned over the years. I impressed myself with my knowledge, but I don't want to overwhelm her, so I'm going to separate her lessons into 1 hour of reading and writing, and one hour of speaking/listening each week. I felt that was the best, most useful way I was taught. Her writing is really clumsy right now, but I think it's very cute and shows where she needs to work to make progress.
Okay, Hubby is waiting to sleep until I get this written, so I'm just going to find a song and then go to bed. This song is stuck in my head, and I have to admit to liking the sentiment. I can't hate a good revenge song (especially one that doesn't make use of innocent bystanders).
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Thunder and Lightning
Mimi's favorite colors are neon pink, green, purple, and blue. All neons. Damn. We're fucked.
On another note, I haven't blogged lately because I've been working non-stop lately. I've worked Sun-Tues-Wed-(Was supposed to have Thurs off, but they needed me to come in)Thurs-Fri-Sat-Sun..... I will throw a fit if they ask me to work on Monday. I will not work again on a Wednesday because the clean-up is AWFUL (I had to have hubby help me, it was so annoying), and Thursdays really aren't so bad, except that then I have to work for the next three days straight.
Honestly, it wouldn't be so bad except that Hubby worked in the mornings on some of those days, and I work in the afternoon, so I'm dragged out of bed waaaaaay before I'm ready so he can go to work, then have to sit around for hooooours, before I can go to work myself and by then, I'm already so close to being tired that the first massage makes me sleepy. By the third or fourth? I'm like (Z_Z). I have recently learned that yes, you can massage while sleeping, because yes, I've done it. Not for long periods of time, but just for short bursts that give me energy back.
I also stay hungry. All the energy I eat goes into the massage I give, so I'm generally hungry after each massage. It's gotten a little better, by which I mean I'm halfway into my second massage when I get hungry now, but in a few ways, that's even worse.
All this does not mean I do not like my job. On the contrary, I like it quite well, especially when I don't have to work with a few people that I don't particularly feel fond of. I like most of my clients (though I've had a few cases where I really wished they would tip better), and I don't mind the hours.
Hubby has been getting ridiculously cute lately. We were in the store shopping, and we heard a little girl crying 'Mommmmy!! Mooooomy! Mommmmmyyyyyy' and I found it amusing. Hubby looked at me and said 'THAT is what you want! I don't understand how you can want that!!' and I laughed. 'I do want that. So I can teach that not to cry like that.' I responded.
Ow. Typing hurts. I'm going to stop now, even though there's a lot more I wanted to say. Sorry. >___<
On another note, I haven't blogged lately because I've been working non-stop lately. I've worked Sun-Tues-Wed-(Was supposed to have Thurs off, but they needed me to come in)Thurs-Fri-Sat-Sun..... I will throw a fit if they ask me to work on Monday. I will not work again on a Wednesday because the clean-up is AWFUL (I had to have hubby help me, it was so annoying), and Thursdays really aren't so bad, except that then I have to work for the next three days straight.
Honestly, it wouldn't be so bad except that Hubby worked in the mornings on some of those days, and I work in the afternoon, so I'm dragged out of bed waaaaaay before I'm ready so he can go to work, then have to sit around for hooooours, before I can go to work myself and by then, I'm already so close to being tired that the first massage makes me sleepy. By the third or fourth? I'm like (Z_Z). I have recently learned that yes, you can massage while sleeping, because yes, I've done it. Not for long periods of time, but just for short bursts that give me energy back.
I also stay hungry. All the energy I eat goes into the massage I give, so I'm generally hungry after each massage. It's gotten a little better, by which I mean I'm halfway into my second massage when I get hungry now, but in a few ways, that's even worse.
All this does not mean I do not like my job. On the contrary, I like it quite well, especially when I don't have to work with a few people that I don't particularly feel fond of. I like most of my clients (though I've had a few cases where I really wished they would tip better), and I don't mind the hours.
Hubby has been getting ridiculously cute lately. We were in the store shopping, and we heard a little girl crying 'Mommmmy!! Mooooomy! Mommmmmyyyyyy' and I found it amusing. Hubby looked at me and said 'THAT is what you want! I don't understand how you can want that!!' and I laughed. 'I do want that. So I can teach that not to cry like that.' I responded.
Ow. Typing hurts. I'm going to stop now, even though there's a lot more I wanted to say. Sorry. >___<
Thursday, July 10, 2014
This summer has been rather..... mild.
Not to say it hasn't been hot, just that it hasn't been mind-meltingly hot. It's staying in the 90s, but not going over that too much, and there's been a LOT of cloudy/rainy days.
Hubby and I work really close by each other, so lately I've been trying to get a bit of exercise by dropping the car off at his work and walking to mine. I've also been going in the sauna as often as I can, but that isn't that much. It seems to make me sick to my stomach sometimes, and the next day, it often feels like my bones are softer. It's probably all in my head, but I like the way it softens my skin, and I like the way it cleans out my pores (because I have rivulets of sweat dripping by the end).
Work has been rather slow as well. I get maybe 1-4 clients, working 5-8 hours a day. In general you want at least 5-8 clients in that many hours, and possibly up to 18 clients (that's never happened, that would be incredibly intense, holy cow). I don't mind it being slow, but I do mind that my rate will drop significantly, and I will essentially be earning around $300 for two weeks of work. We can't live on that!!
I think I'm getting steadily more blunt/cruel as time goes on. I'm not pulling my punches(opinions) as much as I used to, and I'm not sure it's a good direction for me to continue in. I feel like I also can't make small-talk very well anymore either. These should be goals to work towards, I suppose. I just don't like the fake feel of them. But then, I also don't like the feeling that my thoughts hurt others so easily. So I'll have to think on it more.
This video is surprisingly humorous.
And this video is one I think a few of you would REALLY enjoy if you haven't already seen it.
Hubby and I work really close by each other, so lately I've been trying to get a bit of exercise by dropping the car off at his work and walking to mine. I've also been going in the sauna as often as I can, but that isn't that much. It seems to make me sick to my stomach sometimes, and the next day, it often feels like my bones are softer. It's probably all in my head, but I like the way it softens my skin, and I like the way it cleans out my pores (because I have rivulets of sweat dripping by the end).
Work has been rather slow as well. I get maybe 1-4 clients, working 5-8 hours a day. In general you want at least 5-8 clients in that many hours, and possibly up to 18 clients (that's never happened, that would be incredibly intense, holy cow). I don't mind it being slow, but I do mind that my rate will drop significantly, and I will essentially be earning around $300 for two weeks of work. We can't live on that!!
I think I'm getting steadily more blunt/cruel as time goes on. I'm not pulling my punches(opinions) as much as I used to, and I'm not sure it's a good direction for me to continue in. I feel like I also can't make small-talk very well anymore either. These should be goals to work towards, I suppose. I just don't like the fake feel of them. But then, I also don't like the feeling that my thoughts hurt others so easily. So I'll have to think on it more.
This video is surprisingly humorous.
And this video is one I think a few of you would REALLY enjoy if you haven't already seen it.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I'm a patient person.... I can wait.... I'm a patient person...
Who am I kidding? I'm only patient when I'm plotting revenge and waiting for it to come to fruition. Uggggh. I'm sitting here waiting to hear from ANYONE as to what happened in court today. Considering no one has contacted me, I think the case was continued to tomorrow. Still, I wish someone would TELL me. This involves the rest of our lives!
Hubby and I had an interesting conversation the other day, about what we'd do if Mimi refused to go out on her own into the world. Hubby said he'd get a restraining order. That kinda halted me. I couldn't believe I had married someone willing to do that. Thankfully, it turned out that he was bluffing. My suggestion was to make living with us (if she's like 21 and slacking) nearly unbearable with all the chores and restrictions so she realizes living on her own is the best option. I mean, it's a little passive-aggressive, but it's also legal and ethical. And leaves her the option of coming home to visit later. Just no good reason to try to come live with us.
Work wants me to be available tomorrow earlier than I had planned to come in. It's surprisingly busy, considering I had six hours of work yesterday, and only did an hour and forty minutes worth of work. I don't mind, since I'll be nearby anyway, and it might help me get my hours up. The owner called today to discuss how I'd taken most of yesterday 'on call' and how I'd lost money doing that. I don't think I really lost money, not if I'm busy for the rest of the week, but it's true that looking at that single day, I lost about 30 dollars. My argument was that I didn't feel I deserved to be on the clock, even if I'm there, when I'm just reading a book. She got quiet and said 'That's a good point.' She said they're trying to think of things for us to do to keep us busy when we're slow like that, but they're still working on it. She didn't catch me at my best.
I've been trying to sleep most of the day since I stayed up til 6 (couldn't sleep). It hasn't been very successful. I was called by the psychological assessment place about my insurance. I gave them the wrong group number, so they needed the other one. I was texted by a few people. And just in general, it's been hard to get to sleep because I keep thinking about what may be going on in court. It's going on 6 o'clock there, so court should be over already, but mom turned her phone off, which implies she's in the court room right now. Oh I hope things go well. Like I said on facebook, I'm not hoping for a quick resolution, just one that eventually ends in our favor.
Hubby leaves for his interview this weekend. It's going to be so weird without him. I kinda wanna look up stuff on 'if he gets the job' but I'm scared I'll jinx it. He's really done well with his prep work, and presentation so far. I'm pretty sure he'll ace the interview with all of his hard work. I just don't want to do something to hurt his chances.
I'm so nervous!! Auuuugh!! Call meeeeeee!! What's going onnnnnn!! It's now 6:15 now, and Mom just called me back. Okaaaay. They almost threw her out of court because I called her while they were in there. In my defense, I thought court cases ended at 5, and I called at 5:20 (their time). Also, as hubby said, Mom didn't call me last time, despite her promise to, so I got impatient and called her this time. When I talked to her, she was crying and very upset. All she told me was that they're court-ordering a psychological assessment, and they'll meet again in a month's time to review the results. This has the added benefit of giving us time to know if Hubby gets the job, and if we'll be moving, and things like that. I don't mind getting a psych eval, especially if they'll pay for it. Since it's been ordered, they should. Hopefully they'll even provide the person doing it, so I can just cancel my current plans. I don't wanna spend $600+ on it.
Well, Mom was crying and rather unintelligible, so that's all I know right now. She'll call me later when she calms down. I'm pretty disappointed that I got so impatient as to call during court, but I wish they'd stop meeting about our case at the worst times. They either make it one of the last cases of the day, or the one right before lunch, so everyone's in a rush to get through with it and doesn't give it the time and consideration it deserves. I feel bad that Mom was crying so much though. It makes me think other stuff happened too, and that makes me worried. Well, there's nothing to be done about it now. *sigh*
This is an interesting take on this song. I kinda liked it. :)
Hubby and I had an interesting conversation the other day, about what we'd do if Mimi refused to go out on her own into the world. Hubby said he'd get a restraining order. That kinda halted me. I couldn't believe I had married someone willing to do that. Thankfully, it turned out that he was bluffing. My suggestion was to make living with us (if she's like 21 and slacking) nearly unbearable with all the chores and restrictions so she realizes living on her own is the best option. I mean, it's a little passive-aggressive, but it's also legal and ethical. And leaves her the option of coming home to visit later. Just no good reason to try to come live with us.
Work wants me to be available tomorrow earlier than I had planned to come in. It's surprisingly busy, considering I had six hours of work yesterday, and only did an hour and forty minutes worth of work. I don't mind, since I'll be nearby anyway, and it might help me get my hours up. The owner called today to discuss how I'd taken most of yesterday 'on call' and how I'd lost money doing that. I don't think I really lost money, not if I'm busy for the rest of the week, but it's true that looking at that single day, I lost about 30 dollars. My argument was that I didn't feel I deserved to be on the clock, even if I'm there, when I'm just reading a book. She got quiet and said 'That's a good point.' She said they're trying to think of things for us to do to keep us busy when we're slow like that, but they're still working on it. She didn't catch me at my best.
I've been trying to sleep most of the day since I stayed up til 6 (couldn't sleep). It hasn't been very successful. I was called by the psychological assessment place about my insurance. I gave them the wrong group number, so they needed the other one. I was texted by a few people. And just in general, it's been hard to get to sleep because I keep thinking about what may be going on in court. It's going on 6 o'clock there, so court should be over already, but mom turned her phone off, which implies she's in the court room right now. Oh I hope things go well. Like I said on facebook, I'm not hoping for a quick resolution, just one that eventually ends in our favor.
Hubby leaves for his interview this weekend. It's going to be so weird without him. I kinda wanna look up stuff on 'if he gets the job' but I'm scared I'll jinx it. He's really done well with his prep work, and presentation so far. I'm pretty sure he'll ace the interview with all of his hard work. I just don't want to do something to hurt his chances.
I'm so nervous!! Auuuugh!! Call meeeeeee!! What's going onnnnnn!! It's now 6:15 now, and Mom just called me back. Okaaaay. They almost threw her out of court because I called her while they were in there. In my defense, I thought court cases ended at 5, and I called at 5:20 (their time). Also, as hubby said, Mom didn't call me last time, despite her promise to, so I got impatient and called her this time. When I talked to her, she was crying and very upset. All she told me was that they're court-ordering a psychological assessment, and they'll meet again in a month's time to review the results. This has the added benefit of giving us time to know if Hubby gets the job, and if we'll be moving, and things like that. I don't mind getting a psych eval, especially if they'll pay for it. Since it's been ordered, they should. Hopefully they'll even provide the person doing it, so I can just cancel my current plans. I don't wanna spend $600+ on it.
Well, Mom was crying and rather unintelligible, so that's all I know right now. She'll call me later when she calms down. I'm pretty disappointed that I got so impatient as to call during court, but I wish they'd stop meeting about our case at the worst times. They either make it one of the last cases of the day, or the one right before lunch, so everyone's in a rush to get through with it and doesn't give it the time and consideration it deserves. I feel bad that Mom was crying so much though. It makes me think other stuff happened too, and that makes me worried. Well, there's nothing to be done about it now. *sigh*
This is an interesting take on this song. I kinda liked it. :)
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