ummm...excuse me...but i don't think you can say that...

my job is not my favorite. but every now and then...

a elderly lady (whom i find on most days hilarious. she says some funny stuff, which probably should not be repeated on my blog...) was in today. she's got a bunch of back pain/neck pain/all sorts of pain. anyways, the doc was telling her that sometimes the gentle contacts can be altered through different fibres/fabrics that are found in clothing. (think of that what you will...i just work here) she asked if it would be better if the contacts would be better received if applied directly to the skin. the doc said "he didn't think so, but...

cue inappropriate comment

thank you for offering your supple skin to me"...

some people's children...

I like the fact that I come from a small town. I like that my parents still live there and that I can escape the ridiculousness of city life and "go back to my roots", so to speak.

I think that growing up in a small town an create this inate sense of trust in people. Maybe I'm alone in that thought...but I trust people. I take what people have to say at face value, and trust that they are being honest. With that said, I have been called gullible on numerous occasions, at times, looking somewhat like a fool for this unquestioning trust.

What really gets me though, is so called "scam artists". I don't fall for the random phone calls of " airhorn... Congratulations! You have one a free cruise! Just press 1, give us your credit card number, sign your life away and BAM!" Those I am clever enough to clue into. However, today at work, a lady called. She had a good story...

Lady on phone: "Hi, we're from the credit card machine company (my first clue should have been the fact that she did not use the actual name of the credit card machine). I was just wondering if everything is still working properly, if you have enough of the paper rolls, etc., etc."

Me: "Yes, everything is working fine, thanks for asking!" (all too trusting, thinking this lady sure is sweet, and a good business lady to be calling clients to check on things...)

Lady on phone: "Well, I wanted to let you know that the price of the paper rolls will be increasing and that we've set aside 2 boxes at the old price for you to order" (wow, she seems nice...very thoughtful...)

Me: "Okay..."

Lady on phone: "Now I just need to verify your address, are you still on Corydon Ave? (she gave the full Corydon address, I probably would have been a little more skeptical had she had NO information on this office)

Me: "No, we've moved. this is the new address."

Lady on phone: "Perfect, now should I send this attention to you? Are you the office manager?"

Me: "No, I'm not. You'll have to send it to the Dr."

Lady on phone: "Oh, ok, so you can't authorize this transaction?"

Me: "No. I'll get you on the line with the Dr."

Lady on phone: "Great, thank you!"

**** lady on hold ****

So, I stroll to the back, tell the Dr. the phone is for him, someone needing authorization for ordering paper rolls for the credit card machine, all the while, unassuming that this lady is a scam artist. I quickly realized this when the Dr. went on about how it's a con, and he had fallen for it before and so on, and just to go tell her that he's not interested and all that...

So, I head back to the phone, to tell this lady that he's not interested to find that she's hung up. Surprise, surprise...some people's children I tell ya...

At any rate, I'm way too trusting of people...I wouldn't be surprised if before I die, I buy paper rolls at a "great price" and go on a "free cruise"...

some days are good days.

others are stomp down the stairs, slam the door kind of days.

finally...

I think I have finally reached the place where I am comfortable with my "changing" body. I know it sounds shallow, but I was not comfortable AT ALL with my weight gain. Finally though, you can actually see that I have a baby bump. In the words of my sister-in-law, I've "popped". That sounds a little more aggressive than it is. Essentitally, the baby bump is quite evident. As is the protruding belly button...

I realized today just how ok I am with it all as I was sitting at my desk at work, clearly working hard, watching my belly. No, it doesn't grow at that kind of incredible pace, but I could actually see the baby moving inside. Everynow and then, I'd feel a swift quick to the abs, and see my stomach bulge out a little bit. Kind of a crazy thing to see, but kind of cool too! The quicks are getting stronger and stronger each day.

It's hard to believe that I am more than half way, 25 weeks now, or for those who aren't too quick with math, just about 6 1/2 months. 15 weeks to go. I haven't been feeling the pressure to get everything ready yet...although, I am going to buy a stroller soon with the money from my grandma! WHOO HOO! But as for now, the baby room is the "we have no other place for this crap" room from when we moved. It kinda looks like a baby room, because it does have a cradle in it...

Anyways, I'm in a really happy place now:

* I'm only going to be pregnant for 15 or so more weeks
* My "fat" tummy actually looks like a baby bump
* My baby is healthy and quite active
* My husband is quite tolerant with my pregnancy related antics

Life is good.

ummm...uhhh...excuse ma'am, but i don't think you can do that...

I was on my lunch break, heading down to the church to visit my hubby, when I happened to casually glance to my right. Nothing unusual, just a bus stop, the regular kind, 4 glass walls with an entrance, a bench, ya know, the usual. Yeah. Insert double take: woman, squatting and finishing up her "business", then carrying on as nothing had happened in the enclosed space...