When I woke up

I don't know if I am finally starting to grow up, or if this baby is doing everything it possibly can to make me a better person but I woke up this morning with a very strange mentality..I just don't care anymore! I have been obsessively mad about my stuff being hacked into, and people going waaaay too far and beyond trying to get the latest scoop on me. I just realized how dumb they are. I mean who resorts to stuff like that just to know what is going on with someone 24/7? I guess I have to just come to terms with the fact thaat I have a little stalker..awwwww! I guess I am that important that they want to know everything about me. So since I am almost positive they are reading this right now. I have an open letter for them and all of you to see :)

Dear Stalkers,

I don't know what it is about me that intrigues you so much, but I must say I am almost flattered. I spend my days doing important things like taking care of my family, paying bills, tidying up around the house, playing some Roller Coaster Kingdom, watching my soap, and holding the fort down until my husband gets home. I realize that my life is so totally interesting and scandalous but it makes me wonder what your lives are lacking to be so obsessed with mine. I thought for sure you would be more concerned with your own things like figuring out how you are going to have room in that house for all of those people, maybe how you are going to dig yourself out of the debt hole you have created, what movie you are going to take all those people to next, what you are going to wear to the Renaissance Fair next year, writing to George Lucas begging him for yet another installment of Star Wars, and oh yeah taking care of your family. You know if you had put half the effort into your finances and life that you put into me maybe things could have turned out different for you. All the countless hours on the internet trying to get into my stuff or find some dirt on me should have been used trying to gather information on how to better your own lives. I guess what I am saying is I have more than enough important things going on in my life to keep me occupied. I know that priorities have never really been your thing, but unlike you I know the definition and it is important to me. So please, waste some more of your time and energy on me if that makes you feel happy and fulfilled. I'm not going to try and stop you anymore and I'm not going to get mad. I will just feel bad for how obsessed you are with me. Maybe one day in the future while I am trying to run my household you will pop into my mind, and if that happens it will put a smile on my face because I will be able to picture you sitting on a computer feverishly trying to see what I posted on my Facebook today....well I will save you the trouble today.....

Brittany Andrews had a Bagelful for breakfast this morning..mmmmm

so riveting!!

Priority: Precedence, especially established by order of importance or urgency

I know you're hungry!

If you live in Las Vegas you have to check out Vito's Pizza. It is a place that I used to go to with the bff a lot. They just relocated pretty much up the street from the last location, but it is still the same awesome food and atmosphere. Pizza, pasta, sandwiches, you name it they can make it!

Their new address is:

2525 W. Horizon Ridge Parkway #180

Las Vegas, NV 89052

(702) 269-6895---call for FREE delivery

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Also become a fan on Facebook here:

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They have free delivery and they also cater (they catered my wedding yummy)...go get some pizza!

How to avoid being worlds worst dad

There are a lot of things that bother me. In fact, I'm sure too many things bother me. However, nothing bothers me more than someone turning their back on their family. It is disgusting and should be embarrasing to that person. Although I am sick to death of dealing with, seeing, hearing, and talking about a "man" I know. I keep writing about him to show others how not to ever ever act. I won't go in to too much detail about what happened only because it is too long, but I will say that your children should always come first. To help those out there who may not know I have compiled a list of things fathers should live by to make them better, because I know of at least one who could really use this

1. Your children should always come first no matter what

2. It is not ok to let your new young ugly wife scream, swear or punish your child

3. NEVER let your new ugly wife spread nasty things about your child on the internet

4. ALWAYS defend your child, children are forever, ugly wives may not be

5. STOP finding a way to blame everyone else but your new ugly wife

6. Tell your new ugly wife to shut up once in a while

7. It is ok to spend a day alone with your child, cut the leash for a day

8. Don't make a promise if you intend on breaking it

9. Adoption is serious and shouldn't end when the child turns 18

10. Just because she is young enough to be your daughter, NO you cannot adopt your wife

11. If you chose an ugly wife over your children they will move on

12. Using children and their emotions to get what you want is a no no

13. If your child has a child it does not make you an automatic grandpa, that title is earned

14. If you leave a gift on a doorstep for the child of the child, the child will give the gift to charity

15. Just because you are a man doesn't mean you have balls, well maybe you did but now she keeps them in a jar on her nightstand

The big question

Well I had my ultrasound yesterday to find out the sex of the baby and much to my surprise I was told it is a boy. While I am happy that the baby is looking very healthy and on schedule I can't help but be in complete denial that this baby is a boy. I was so completely positive that it was a girl...I only picked out girl things, names, etc. I feel like my "maternal instincts" are crap and for me that is a hard thing. as a mother you rely on those insitncts to get you through raising your child. I read a study that said over 75% of women correctly predict their child's gender before getting confirmation. I guess I am not in that percentile. When they told me the baby was a boy, I will admit I broke down, not because I am mad, but because I am disappointed in myself for even getting in way over my head before I knew for sure. I do need to make it known that I still love this baby the same as I did the moment I found out I was pregnant and that won't change. I am just so confused as to why I can not accept the fact that the doctors are right. I blame it partially on the fact that just a few weeks ago the same doctor said his guess was a girl, so part of me wonders what makes him so sure this time? I know in the back of my head he is probably right but I can't seem to shake this gut feeling that I am still right. I probably sound like a crazy person but I just feel so stupid! I am so blessed and so lucky to be able to have children and I never take that for granted....I know there are people out there who can't have children and would die to be able to do so. I am not ungrateful and I know once I accept I was wrong (which is always hard for me to admit no matter what!) I will comeback and read this and feel even more stupid for writing it in the first place,but for now it is theraputic

I did feel better when the ultrasound tech comforted me while I was crying. She stopped and looked at me and said "Oh its ok honey, I cried when I found out I was having a second girl." I have also talked to many people who told me they broke down when they were positive they were having a certian sex and found out they were having another. Like I said before I think it all comes from your reliance on your maternal instincts, and when you are wrong you just feel devastated and start wondering if you ever have them, at least I did. For now Jon and I have been trying to think of boy names (which is so much harder for us) and repick our baby stuff so that it is boy friendly, something tells me a baby boy just would not have much interest in pink bedding or a pink stroller lol! I will continue to have ultrasounds throughout the pregnancy and will post pictures soon :)

mmmmmmm

THIS is the only thing I want to eat right now. It is perfect in every way and makes me happy inside. I hardly put any meat on it because it seems to be too overpowering. The sandwich has to have LOTS of tomatoes and lettuce and I pretty much drench it in balsalmic vinegar ( and also dip it in too) I don't know how long this love affair will last but it it damn good right now.

P.S. Is it ok to drink balsalmic vinegar? I haven't but I won't say I haven't thought of it either.....

No more wondering when

When the phone rang this morning at 5:20 am and I saw Jon on the caller ID I thought to myself "he either got laid off, or he is hurt" thankfully it was the lesser of the two and Jon told me he got laid off. It really sucks hearing that. A million things start running through your head. Can we still afford this, or that....are we going to lose the house, is there any work anywhere, is this more temporary than permanent or vice versa? Jon has told me (as he always does) not to stress and I laugh when he says that, sure I'll just shut that switch off in my head and everything will be fine. I knwo he is probably worried too but he doesn't show it as much, as he knows I worry more than enough for both of us. There are a few prospects for him getting right back to work, afterall it is all about who you know in this city. Hopefully something pans out and soon. I am thankful that he has been able to keep working this long as I know there are so many out there who have been out of work for months upon months. Send us positive vibes and think happy thoughts :)

Stupid Ass People

I think we are all guilty of some mild road at least at some point in our lifetime. Throwing your hands up, maybe flipping a bird or two, tailgating after someone cuts you off, but I am seeing it more and more how out of control people can get over NOTHING.

Saturday was starting off as a really good day, aside from being sick. We had to go to the mall to return some stuff and were also planning on getting lunch or something. I was getting ready to make a right turn onto Sunset from Stephanie when this white Corolla decided it needed to get over. Well if any of you have ever tried to get to the mall on a Saturday afternoon you know how much traffic there is in the turn lane. There was nothing I could do but keep going, there was no reason for me to slam on my brakes and get rear ended because some dumbass didn't know where they were going, so I kept on my way, as I did after all have the right away since I was in my lane.

The car in front of me stops and is waiting for oncoming traffic when all of a sudden the Corolla jumps the curb and pulls along the drivers side of my car. He is ON THE CURB screaming and yelling at me because I wouldn't let him over. Then he says (in so many words I will edit) "What is wrong with you??? I have a kid in the car and you don't let me over?" He is not talking to me he is SCREAMING at the top of his lungs, pulled up on a curb illegally to tell me that I need to drive safer because HE has a baby in the car. Naturally Jon is pissed because this guy is calling me every name in the book and starts yelling back at him. I wanted to pull away but I couldn't because the car in front of me was still waiting for traffic to pass. I look down to roll the window up and start to ignore him when I see something flying at me. This guy just hocked a lugie at me from his car.

Holy crap are you serious? I can honestly say that I did nothing wrong to deserve this. I didn't cut him off, I didn't push him off the road, I didn't flip him off, all I did was maintain my lane and this guy is absolutely psychotic. My confusion quickly turned to outrageous anger and humiliation. A man spitting on a woman just may be one of the most degrading things. At this point Jon has the door open and is ready to jump out and beat the crap out of this guy but I convince him not to. The car takes off (by jumping the car off the curb) and tries to run. Of course still confused I call the police. We start following the car (at a distance) and while on the phone with the operator a hand comes from the backseat and is waving for us to follow like "Come on lets go" kind of egging on, I doubt at this point they knew the police were on the phone. I follow them to the Sunset Station parking lot where they start to circle. They finally stop at a stop sign, park their car, both get out and leave their NEWBORN BABY alone in the car to confront us.

At this point the doors are locked and the windows are up as I am still talking to the operator. They start screaming and yelling at us, telling us to get out of the car and "take care of this" then it is F this and F that (oh I forgot to mention that the passenger in the car is the MOTHER of the newborn and these two were probably younger than Jon and I...aaaannnnd I had Braden in the car) I just sat there and let them scream at me and freak out as I saw the police cars coming. As soon as the realize the cops are coming, all of a sudden the guy is trying to get his baby mam or whatever back in the car, making it look like he wasn't part of the entire thing. Even with the cop pulled up the girl wont stop freaking out on us. The guy is instructed to put his hands on the hood of the car and starts being questioned while she is STILL talking shit. But I never said a word, partially because at this point I am hysterical and freaked out. They get his side and our side then says they can't really do anything because they didn't see the incident and the asshole denied spitting on me (which isn't really a surprise even though I still had some in my hair) I had no proof. I could have pressed charges but he wouldn't have been arrested or even ticketed we would have just ended up going to court.

All I kept thinking about is if this guy is acting like this because I didn't slam on my brakes to let him cut me off, imagine if I ended up dragging their asses to court. I didn't want to deal with it. So I decided not to press any charges even though I wanted to . I was a wreck the rest of the day, you wouldn't think something like that would have a huge effect on you but it does. It is sick that people are like that. I hate people sometimes and I don't understand what goes through someones mind before they do something like that. I almost feel bad for those people, I mean how bad is their life going that something so small (and their fault) would set them off like that? What posses a new mother to leave her newborn parked in the middle of the street to confront someone? I guess I am lucky they didn't have a gun and next time I will probably just let myself get cut off, because this shit just isn't worth it to me. I can only hope that karma comes around to them someday and someone spits on them, then maybe they will see what jackasses they are, but then again people like that never seem to learn from their mistakes because they are never big enough to take responsibility for their actions.

If you want to be such a bad ass and spit on a woman it just makes you look like a jackass and an idiot if you deny it. You wanna be a hard ass? Admit to your shit, then maybe you regain some of yourself. Hardcore people admit to their crimes because it makes them feel like bad asses and they don't care if they go to jail because they are proud of themselves. How could a woman even want to be with someone like that? If he does that to a total stranger imagine what he will do to his baby mama, maybe they are meant for each other. Sorry for the rant but "That's what blogs are foooooooor"