Shouldn't I be too old for getting strep?

I'd think so but this is the second year in a row I've been given the strep diagnosis. I will say I can swallow this time around. Last year I ended up spitting because of the pain.

I also got my first mammogram this afternoon. Fortunately having boobs now helped the process. If I was still my pre-pregnancy size it'd be interesting trying to squish everything in the machine. Uncomfortable but okay. I've been in worse odd positions for previous medical procedures.

Next month we're out of Kansas. Hooray! I will not miss the tornado sirens or wind here in the Midwest. Once again Jason and I started talking about moving ourselves. As it stands we're being packed up on the 8th and 9th. If we move ourselves, we'll have a bit more wiggle room on getting out of Kansas. There's the added bonus of making money from moving ourselves. Every little bit helps on taking a chunk out of the debt.

Oh yeah? Screw you too!

Said in a crisis of hormones this morning at the front desk. I'm clueless as to why I got so very emotional when confronted by a co-worker this a.m. but I did.

One of the girls I work with is a high school senior. Back when I started working at the gym I'd asked her if she babysat. She replied yes and wouldn't mind babysitting for us on occasion. We'd use her as a back up since there was another high school student several houses down from us.

The past few times I've asked my coworker she's had prior engagements. The last time I worked with her I inquired if she could babysit for us. No dice. At first I thought she couldn't because of decorating her house for graduation (it's not until mid May). Seriously. I then asked if I shouldn't bother asking her anymore. Her response was I pretty much shouldn't bother doing so. This struck me the wrong way. I don't have a problem with a person being busy every time I ask them to babysit. This is why they're the back up. I have a problem with the response and how she said it.

I brought this up to my supervisor during our shift. More because I was surprised in the response. This coworker has no problem babysitting for others but apparently for us she does. I know she is choosy. Not a problem. I was they same way. I also never said I'd babysit for a person if I didn't want too.

This morning she comes up to me at the front desk while I was making a smoothie for breakfast. She found out from talking to our supervisor I was upset. She doesn't understand why I have a problem in her not babysitting for us. She's busy. She's about to graduate. She's going to have two jobs. I kept saying it wasn't her being busy. We understand this. It was her saying I shouldn't bother as if I'm being a nuisance to her in even asking. I got upset and couldn't figure out why. I'm not about to start my period so I couldn't even blame PMS. It took me a good hour before I wasn't on the verge of tears. I still can't figure out why.

Finding a person you can trust with your kids is difficult. Finding a person to babysit your kids when you're new to an area is difficult. When you do, even if they're a backup and then having them dismiss you, is fucked up.

And her making it seem our supervisor brought this to her attention? Nope. She apparently called her afterwards saying she thought I was upset and wondered if anything had been said. I give up at this point. We're out of here in a few weeks. Fortunately, we already have a number for a sitter once we move to D.C..

Glop

Years ago I visited Shawn when he was in college. One night for dinner he made glop. I couldn't even begin to tell you what exactly he put in that night's version of glop. Anything and everything goes into a pot which then gets glopped into a bowl or plate.

Last night I modified a vegetarian sloppy joes into glop. A dish of rice, beans, carrots, onions and green peppers become glop with the addition of corn and cheese. Comfort food. I happily ate my glop last night and will do so again today with the leftovers. Glop serves a purpose when all you have is a hodge podge of foods.

What is your glop?

Things leftover from being pregnant:

One sensitive gag reflex thanks to Jake.

I never really had a problem with horrible smells causing me to hurl until Jake. I could clean all kinds of messes without issue. Pets are great for this when they get sick. Diarrhea all over the downstairs? Not a problem. Vomit all over the bedroom from a vaccine reaction? Not a problem.

Jake hoarking all over his bedroom with chunks? I almost lost my coffee when shaking out his sheet outside. A bit of gunk landed on the deck and my shoe. It was everything I could do in keeping the contents of my stomach (lots of coffee) down as I ran into the house. Same thing happens in cleaning out the washing machine or dryer if I haven't gotten the big chunks off the various bits being cleaned. Side note: I went to switch out the loads and stepped on a chunk. I could have sworn all bits were accounted for. Eck.

I completely understand having a sensitive gag reflex while pregnant. I can't tell you how many times I stopped on the side of the street so I could hoark, whether from walking Hildy or getting car sick. The joys of morning sickness. I expected this sensitivity. I didn't expect for it's continuation afterwards.

My only wish this morning is for Jake to keep the contents of his stomach down.

Lazy is my middle name.

There are so many things I could, or should, be doing at the moment instead of sitting on my arse.

I should be cleaning the house for Dad's visit but I'm not.

I could be taking a nap.

I should be browsing the government job sites for a job.

I should be looking for more houses.

I know there's more I could put on my list if I actually took a moment for collecting my thoughts. The randomness is much more appropriate for my life. Why should I stop my thought process being all over the place when it happens when I talk?

The house will be cleaned, for the most part, by the time Dad arrives tomorrow night. Today is the day for relaxing until chaos hits around 4. All things will get done eventually.

Things we do for a move.

I've started the process of slogging through Jake's toys and clothes. There's a box ready in the spare room for the consignment shop. Whatever she doesn't take will be donated at work or Goodwill. Most of his clothes are being donated since they're a tad grungy for selling. I'm not complaining since he's the third person in wearing the clothes.

I'll do another go around in my clothes for donation purposes. In the process of having kids and losing weight, most of my old stuff has been chucked. I held onto my skinny clothes for years before giving them up. I realized I wouldn't wear them again if I got myself back down in those sizes. Jason really needs a massive overhaul with his shite.

I'm all about consigning or donating. Someone mentioned she didn't consign because she wouldn't get as much money. I think it's worth the cost when I won't be wasting my time hauling out our crap, haggling with buyers and trashing/donating what doesn't get sold. Why not have someone else do all of this for us?

We are Property Virgins

I'd love for Sandra's help in finding us a house in the D.C. metro area. I wouldn't love being on a show as being the only way in getting her help. What I appreciate is showing only 3 homes for the virgins perusal. No looking at 20 houses. No endless searches online for what neighborhoods fit your needs. She, or her peons, do all of this for you. I would like to be on 'Property Virgins' without the filming.

Jason and I will be driving out in April for the house hunt. Depending upon who we talk with, things have been all over the place in where we should live, commutes, etc.. We both know Jason will have a commute of some type. It's a matter of how long based on where we end up buying. Hopefully he won't have a horrendous commute based upon the time of day he'll head out.

It'd be great if we could find a house within the beltway which fits all of our needs and budget. At the moment it won't happen with my being out of a job. The chances of my finding one between now and April is slim. So we make due.

Ask me how I am in a month and things might be drastically different.