Right now, we're having a thunderstorm. In February. And it's supposed to snow/sleet/freezing rain later. Basically it will screw up the rest of the day because it will make all the schools close and then it will take and hour to get home and Hud-Hud will take his nap in the car, and I'll be a zombie the rest of the day. People here act like one snowflake will keep them from leaving the house for a week and they all rush home at the same time. Considering that I HAVE to cross a bridge to get home, it will be slow going. I have some choices as to which bridge to cross, but I have to get over the river somehow.
We already had this happen last Friday, and the whole thing was a disaster. TP went and got Hud-Hud and it took him two hours to leave his office, go pick up the kid, and get home. Guess where I was? At work. I did get to leave a little early, around 2:30, but it was mostly over by then, and I had to come back the next day anyway. When we started talking about what was going on here, and my boss said all these reports were going to have to be redone, I asked him if what he was saying was that we had to come back up here on Saturday and do them. I believe I got tears in my eyes when he said yes.
As Saturday's go, it was only a couple of hours, so it wasn't too bad. I even got to join TP, Hud-Hud and TP's Dad at the Discovery museum downtown for an hour. Hud-Hud's favorite parts were the recycled tire "sand box" with all the construction equipment, some giant teeth with fake dental instruments in the Hall of Health, the snakes at snake day, and the elevator buttons. And when I say they had snakes there - I mean they had SNAKES. Big, humongus, wrap themselves around you so you can't breathe and eat you like an Amazon pig snakes. There was one of those yellow and white albino things that must have been 20 feet long. The snakes were in the downstairs atrium area and the museum had suspended a branch from the open area and there were about 10 snakes slithering around up there too. They were crawling all over each other and sticking 2 feet of themselves off the branch. I really hoped that none of them were those drop on you kind of snakes that you hear about where that's their prey catching mechanism. To drop on you and strangle you. Anyway, Hud-Hud loved them and held a few and petted (pet? Who knows?) a big lizard something.
Then it was down to Nan's for some tax work on Sunday, fueled by my standing order of a corndog and a burrito for breakfast, and another trip home.
I think the Saturday work is finally over. Hopefully. Hud-Hud and I are going down with Haley and her boys this weekend to Nan's again. I am going to help Nan work on Saturday and Hud-Hud can play with his cousins at my Mom's house out of the way.
Nan has also offered me a set of twin beds, a nightstand, and a dresser that were my Uncle Johnny's when he was young. He died before I was born, so I never met him, but Nan did tell me that one time they filled up an old army hat with gasoline, dipped cattails in them, lit them on fire, and marched around the garage like a parade. And they got in super duper trouble. From all her stories he sounds like he was a fun little trouble maker. (A weird aside, he was married and had some kids and one of the girls lives right down the street from me, less than a block. I haven't seen her since I was like 8, but my Mom wants me to go and knock on her door.) Anyway, Hud-Hud will soon have a real bed and other furniture items that have funky 50's silver pulls on all the drawers. We're going to have to buy mattresses but I think we're only going to use one bed right now anyway, and I'll have to get some sheets and all that kind of stuff. Hopefully, he'll start sleeping in it easily and not be hopping up and down like he does now.
We're on the final countdown to the doctors visit next Tuesday and from the rapidly rising numbers on the scale, without any changes in my eating habits, I swear I'm carrying twins. I'm not going to be able to wait and tell my boss because I'm going to have to start wearing maternity clothes in 3 weeks. At this point, I still have not gotten sick yet, but just when I think the gag reflex thing is going away, it starts back up again. Last night was as close as I've ever come to getting sick, so I shoved some Ritz crackers in my mouth, and that quelled the nausea. Any food item sounds good. CPA Mom and I were talking about something and I mentioned Red Lobster and now I want that for lunch. I wanted Moe's, catfish, and something else that my mind couldn't articulate last night for supper, but I ended up eating some salad and corndogs instead - parked in front of the TV watching American Idol. Now THAT is a healthy dinner.
I've also teared up over: working on Saturday, thinking about having this baby blessed at the blessing of the infants at my beautiful church in Birmingham next May, That Chick's story (seriously, if you're not reading that story you should be (I can't link because I'm posting remotely) Jason. For the Love of God is her blog, and you need to get over there PRONTO), and about 10 other things that I can't remember but may include the new bacon in the cafeteria and its perfect blend crispiness and chewyness.
Speaking of parked in front of the TV… That's where I'll be again tonight, watching LOST. And not letting Hud-Hud watch his 15 minutes of Sesame Street. He'll just have to deal.















