Sometimes, random things happen and we don't know why they happen. Sometimes, really, really random, somewhat humorous things happen-and we have to take them in stride. I think my morning adventure would fall under the second catergory. I'll leave that to your discretion, though.

So, I woke up yesterday morning, and immediately wished I hadn't. I was tired, it was early, and I didn't really want to work.
I stumbled into the shower and stared at the tiles, trying to work up the strength to lift the shampoo bottle to start washing my hair. I seriously am NOT a morning person. If I get into a shower at 5:50 in the morning, you can guarantee that until 6:00 I will be leaning against a wall, trying not to fall asleep. I am somewhat of a morning person, at least, more so than my man, but not by any means a sunrise sort of person. I figure if God wanted me to see the sunrise, he'd have put it in the middle of the day.

So I realise I have no towel. It's cold, and I'm wet, and I am also tired. Not my best suit. I ran to the bedroom, which was next to the bathroom, and grabbed some clothes. Then I woke up Steve and he yanked me into the bed because Steve hates getting up without at least 5 minutes of cuddling. Such a sweetheart. While I was running from bedroom to bathroom, I keep smelling something-probably the dishes, I think. It smells like something is molding, or something. I call to Steve in the bedroom and say, "you know, hon, I think we forgot to do dishes or something. Will you do dishes today?" Steve grunts that he will.
So he finally gets up, I'm done dressing, doing my hair, washing my face, all that. Then I start talking to him about the scrap booking project I was working on and how I wondered if the triangles around my comment sign was a good Idea, or should I have made it look more like a frame. I go to the coffee table, only to be yanked back by Steve. Really confused, I ask him whats wrong, and he points at our couch.

There is a......"dude" sleeping on our couch. He was just kinda there.

Me: WTF?

The guy moves and says, "Yo nigga's, turn down the music. Bunch of stupid jackasses, aight?"
Steve: Do, uh, you hear any music?

No. So, we're kind of disconcerted. The guy is sleeping on our couch, and wont wake up, and keeps talking to us like he's part of some inside gang or something. Yo yo, guy on the couch. You might think of doing some transitioning to the outside of my crib, yo. You're totally crampin' my way cool style, what?

Steve has his sword at this point.
M: So, uh, what are you gonna do? Spear him?
S: No, um, just in case he moves.
M: Oh, so if he moves, THEN you'll spear him. Uh-huh.
S: Well, what do you think we should do? He isn't waking up, and he is sitting all over your scrap booking stuff.
M: Uh, let's go outside. I don't want to stay and find out if he has a gun or a knife or something.

So we herd outside, and then I find the phone. We call 911.

Operator: 911, please state you're emergency.
Me: Um, yeah. Hi. This isn't a medical emergency or anything. It's more of um....well, heh, actually, We have this uh, guy, in our house. And we don't know who he is. And he wont leave.
O: Wow. So, he didn't come over last night or something?
M: Nope. Just woke up and there he was, curled up on our couch.
O: And you don't recognize him?
M: Honestly, I've never seen him before in my life.
O: This is interesting. You seem to be taking it really well.
M: Yeah. Um, I'm really not sure what to think.
O: Well, don't worry, I have a dispatch aware, gimme your name and address?
M: Okay.
...

O: So, we're sending more than one, heh, more bang for your buck.
Steve: We have to pay for this?
O: No no, that's what taxes are for. Hehehe.
Me: Okay. I see the first officer.

SO the officer comes, we re-explain the entire situation between giggles and a few bewildered looks. It was rather funny. I personally think I was laughing because of shock.

So the other patrol car comes up, both guys put on gloves, and go into the house to wake up the guy.

Well, after a minute or so of us sitting outside, out stumbles the sleepyhead gangster, police right behind him. He sits on the apartment steps and kinda just sits there.

The first words I hear are from the police officer:
PO: Don't apologise to me, pal. You didn't shit on my couch, you shit on her couch. Do you realise you could be brought down for Breaking and Entering and Destruction of Private Property?

SG: Dude, I am so sorry. I totally didn't know. I must have been really drunk.

PO: Don't forget the fact you're doing tons of meth.

SG: Dude, I am so sorry.

At this point the other police officer escorted us back into the house to see if anything else was missing or destructed. Aside from a throw pillow, and one cushion on the couch, and some bent scrapping stuff, everything seemed okay......and a lone turd lay squished into our carpet.
So, they left, Mr Poo Man left, and Steve and I weren't sure whether to laugh or be upset. We ended up going to CP so I could talk to Jess about cleaning my house. So we went back, cleaned the house, I baked, and slept. And then we ate. And then I slept some more.

All in all, it was a rather exhausting day.

What tomorrow brings, I cringe to think about.

I had one of the most exhausting weekends ever. Really.

I made the decision that I, 7 months pregnant, could go camping in the woods with my man, and Forrest and Jen.

....yeah......

It started out terrible. I went to work and got my check. Steve came to work to get his check, and found out they were going to mail his check to him.....uh huh...yeah. Not only that, but our information was NOT updated, so his check went to an old address where he does not live anymore. SO. We were short over half of our budget money. We both kinda freaked a little, and Steve almost hyperventilated. We went and talked to the managers, and they were really nice about it. They told us we had until the 4th to pay our rent, and we were able to breathe a little easier.
Steve has not yet told his parents that he was fired from CP. I think he should, and I worry about what will happen if they find out otherwise. I don't think they'll be very happy with him, in fact I see an angry outburst on the horizon.

SO anyways, we decided to go camping with our friends anyways. We went out and bought groceries, came back, and then left.
I should have known it'd be an interesting adventure. We got there and set up all the stuff, and then we were exhausted. We ate a delicious dinner, and then kinda zoned out in front of the fire. Nice night, pretty stars.
And I was freezing cold.
We went to bed, because I was freezing cold. Then I realised another thing I hated: sleeping bags. They slip and slide all over, they never let you shift, and they don't keep you as warm as you want to be. We threw three blankets on top of our sleeping bags--they slid right off. 2:00 in the morning, Steve woke up to me shivering and chattering my teeth in my sleep. Immediately he wrapped me into his strong, WARM, arms, threw all the blankets over us, and we both fell asleep. It was sweet of him. We woke up the next morning, and I laid there, the sun rising slowly, my bladder ready to burst. I didn't really want to leave Steve's warm arms for the wet, cold woods, so I thought and contemplated. I thought: Wow, we both are awake, and it's dawn. Maybe thats how God intended it....I mean, we complain about how little time we had, but if we followed the natural clock in our bodies when we are far away from blinds and heaters and radios-We did a crazy turn around. It was interesting.

That day we had breakfast, did dishes. We learned how to shoot a gun! It was really fun! We practiced on cans, plates, and bottles-of course we cleaned up afterwards! The highlight of that was a little butterfly we decided to call Captain Potato. He wouldn't stop landing on Steve when he was trying to shoot. Then he landed on me, and Jen, and flighted around. He stayed near us for quite a while, I got some gorgeous shots! We shot for a while, and then laid down. We were all kinda hot and worn out, so we went to bed to nap a little.
We woke up up....and then I remembered the OTHER reason I hated being outside.

Bugs.

It apparantly was the time of year for these HUGE black ants with wings, and just plain HUGE black ants to start wandering around. EVERYWHERE. We went to a gas station that was extremely hick, and they were commenting on it as well. Terrific. You know when the mountain folk start commenting on "thet-there size of them buggers," that you are screwed.
After a few hours of pretty much letting myself get uber-frustrated, Jen and I broke down and went to the store. There, I bought mosquito coils, Off! bug spray, and little tiki candles. When we got back, I set it all up in a circle, and then we put our stuff in the circle.

THEN, we looked up. What meteorologists had been promising as a perfectly blue weekend, Turned into a hellish black satanic cloud that bore anger.
We barely got our stuff in the cars, and had just started driving down the road, when the rain started. It went from sunny, to literally pitch black. Steve and Forrest were crawling, because we couldn't get the rain off of our windshields fast enough to see anything. Lightning streaked across the sky, thunder boomed everywhere, and we were driving around the now menacing looking woods, just praying to get home in one piece.
We finally found a gas station, and headed in there, and the woman told us the bathrooms were closed. I guess since Forrest thanked her and apologised, she allowed us to use the girls bathroom. So we went first, then the guys. Then we were getting water, and Forrest accidentally got club soda, (in his defense, I think it said water on the tab) and the lady called him a dip shit. We just kind of looked at her. She apparantly was having "a night."

So we left, crawled home, and Forrest and Jen crashed at our place.
We went to Rustlers Roost, and then we went home. Then Jen and I went and got scrapbooking stuff for our camping trip, and then we sat down to watch movies.

Then something else happened: Danny and Tick came in through the sliding door. I was just laying there, cuddling with Steve, and Forrest and Jen where sitting there, all of us basking in the silence. I had no clue that Danny and Tick were coming over, nor was I happy about it. It's rude to have random people come over when you have guests. Especially when you have no clue they're coming over.
It's not that I can't stand Steve's friends. Quite contrary to that, I treat them almost like little brothers. But when they come into my house, throw their shoes off on my clean carpet, immediately rifle through my just stocked fridge, and then start talking loudly, disrupting my lazy afternoon, I can't handle that. Not only that, but it was plain rude. I pulled Steve aside, and talked to him. I don't want to lie to Danny and Tick, but at the same time, I don't want to make them think that they aren't welcome in our home. I just want some notice before they come over.
In the past 3 weekends, I have desperatly wanted to just clean my house. I wanted to clean my house, get everything done, and feel accomplished. I wanted to go through my bills and figure out a budget, I wanted to finish my sisters blanket. Tons of stuff. I want a weekend to relax with my man, and enjoy the silence. I just want that for one weekend.
And every single weekend, Steve has invited the guys over, or Forrest and Jen and us hang out. Not that I mind Forrest and Jen, they're welcome anytime. It's more or less the principle of the matter: I need my quiet time too.So I pulled Tick and Danny aside and tried talking to them:

M: Danny, Tick, I just wanted to talk to a little bit.
Um, Steve and I were talking, and I just want to make things a little clear. We have guests over right now and I was not made aware of you two coming over.

D: Oh, we told Steve. We thought he'd tell you.

S: Oh. Heh, I thought you knew.

M: No, I didn't.

T: Yeah, sorry.

M: Well, guys, all I'm trying to say is you need to call and stuff before you come over. We have guests over now, and they're paying for our dinner and stuff, and that would be rude of us to have you guys here.

D: Oh, I have money!

M: *sigh* that's not what I'm....

Pretty much they ended up saying everything was fine--and staying until around 8:30. *sigh* I was frustrated and just wanted them to leave. And I was slightly torked that Steve had not told me about them. I wish I wasn't the last to know on that stuff. I feel overwhelmed every day.

And Steve is either on the computer, or on the couch playing video games. Never anything else. It bothers me. I want him to just get up and do something else. Maybe read, or pick up the house, or make something. I dunno. I just wish he were a little more productive. There is so much more to life than games. And I definitely do NOT want our son to end up like THAT: obsessed with games, and bitter about the real world. *sniff* I want Steve to go crazy and do stuff! I dunno. Stuff costs money. I think it's more the lack of job right now. Once he gets a job, I wont worry so much. Besides, he needs a bit of a break.

So, that's all for me.

Ever day I would start to type...but my blanket called to me to be finished, and so I have neglected you, dear blog. I am ashamed.

If it helps at all:

Tuesday: Came to work. Immediately went back home. Steve and I were both sick. He had the worst sore throat ever, and I had a stuffed nose and an inability to keep my eyes dry. It was an awkward day-riddled with tissues and foul tasting herbal cough drops. And then we went home early and groaned at each other about the woes of severe colds.

Wednesday: *sigh* this was.....one of the hardest days of my life. We were both sick. Steve had woken up that morning with no voice. He was literally whispering and cracking whenever he said anything. I didn't want him to go to work at all. I told him he should stay home. Call Jess and stay home.
We grab his cell phone, and guess what? It's not working. It's not allowing us to call out. Apparantly, Steve's cell payment is late. So we go to the next best thing and send our coach an email to let her know that Steve probably wouldn't come in unless she had some off floor responsibilities he could take over.
No answer. We waited 2 hours, and still no answer. So, I decided to drag Steve to work, and see how long it would last. Now I wish he'd just stayed home.
Steve was called back for a meeting with our coach and two administrators. I was kinda curious, but I knew that Steve was pushing for green time-he just wasn't up to it. No customer could hear him. He was miserable.
I took some more calls, and saw he was still back there. I thought, well, they must be critiqueing him, since they know we need the money.

I was in the middle of selling HSI when he came by and tapped my shoulder. It was our lunch time, so I motioned for him to wait. He looked...angry.
Another agent was still speaking with our client in the conference, so I muted myself. "What's up," I said, noting his red face and defensive stance.
"I've been fired." He didn't say another word. He just walked away.

........... ........... It hit me then. About the time when my eyes went really big. I dropped the call-the other agent could have the sale, I didn't care about anything at that point.
Steve wasn't looking at Jess, our supervisor. He just handed his head set to her, his badge. Packed his stuff up. Jess asked me if I wanted to take an early lunch, but I barely heard her. I just walked away. I went into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, and was actually surprised to see tears coming down my checks. A few women from my department were in there, and asked me what was wrong, and I couldn't even speak.

Jess came in and comforted me, let me know everything was gonna be okay, and then I went home with Steve.

I didn't yell at him or anything. He was struggling to keep his composure, and I knew that being angry at him wasn't going to help anything. He was positive for a little bit, and I just cried to releive the stress. When we got home, I sat on the couch and we held each other. He felt terrible. Awful. He understood: I was pregnant. We had bills to pay. A baby on the way. And almost nothing had been purchased yet. Our monthly income was just cut in half. And there weren't many places that paid as well as our job.

So I went through and looked at our budget-we cancelled his cell phone. We're just gonna get a home phone, and keep it that way for a while. It'll be cheaper, and a lot easier on us for a while. Maybe get some cell phones for emergencies, but they'd be for emergencies only.
Francine gave us a large extension on the last bit of money we owed her-until we can get on our feet again.
So, we may just make it. However, I am gonna be working quite a bit these next few weeks to make sure we make it to our next few paychecks, and gonna talk and see what we can do as a family (since that is what we are now) to conserve on stuff.


I also talked to him about pride, and stubborness, and how he needed to keep down a job because we can't afford anything less. Pride and stubborness was what lost him this job, and I knew he had lost jobs in the past for other stuff.
I told him he would not be fired again. I was calm and sweet through the whole thing. And then I put it behind me. I think it's best to just deal right now.

My only concern is that Steve is, by nature, a procrastinator. He doesn't really care for work, and would probably prefer to be home playing on his computer and the playstation. I'm giving him a week to pull himself back together, and then he is hitting the job market.

I am really insecure, and I do worry about him working elsewhere. What if he meets a girl, or something. Someone better? I know it's horse poop to think that, Steve loves me. I just wonder if love is gonna be enough.
I try not to be controlling, but when I have to be firm with him a lot, it's not gonna bode well. I just hope he sees the love I have for him.

And as for myself, I am working on control issues. I noticed I have a bit of a control problem, and I should really calm down on it.

*sigh*

Today is supposed to be my day off, but I'm working it-we're gonna need the money now, more than ever.

It's Monday.

This weekend was frustrating and unfulfilling for me. While I *was* able to deep clean the bathroom, and clean up our living room, I've yet to do the dishes, or clean up Alexander's Room, or clean up our room, or vaccuum or sweep or mop. *sigh* A womans work is never done.
Steve was a little bit of help, as much as he wanted to be, I suppose. While I was scrubbing the nitty gritty, Steve played Kingdom Hearts. I had him help me clean the living room, but he pretty much just moved stuff around. I found myself pretty much picking up everything he had set somewhere about 5 minutes later and putting it away in its proper place.

But he tried to help, and I think that's what matters. Next time I'll just have to be a lot more specific about where each thing goes so he doesn't leave it for me to pick up later.

Saturday was our 8 month anniversary, and we planned a night of quiet eating and some video games. Then his friends called and wanted to see if he wanted to game. I honestly had already told him once that this weekend I wanted to have the weekend to clean my neglected house. He asked, and he seemed so earnest. I told him it was alright for them to come over Saturday night for a few hours and play.

Then I woke up at 5:40 in the morning, and Steven was sitting on his computer playing an army game.
me: What in the world are you still doing up? Where are the guys?
S: Oh, uh, they went home about an hour ago.
M: what are you doing still up? It's almost 6:00 in the morning.
S: Just wanted to try out this game.
M: Okay. well, you should come to bed soon. We have a house to clean, and we're supposed to hang out with Forrest and Jen today.
He went to bed about 6:00.
Well, I mean, it wasn't my fault that he hadn't slept in. He totally had the opportunity to, it's his own fault he didn't get to bed on time. I took what pity I could on him, and woke him up at 11:30 to get him moving.
Me: wake up honey. It's time for breakfast!
S:
Me: Honey, wake up now.
S:
Me: I let you sleep in to 11:30, come on, we have cleaning to do.
S: But, that's only 5 1/2 hours of sleep.
Me: Well, I mean, if you'd gone to bed at a decent hour, you would have been about to sleep in.
S:
Me: That's the spirit! Come on, time to get up! We have some cleaning we need to do.
S: I don't want to clean. I'm tired.
Me: You WILL help me clean. That living room is a pig stye left by YOUR friends. YOU will help pick up.
S: Okay.
Me: Then you can play Kingdom Hearts and eat and stuff.
S: I can handle that.

Oy vey.

SO yeah. That's my weekend. Spectacularly fun. I know.

See ya on Tuesday Streamers!

Today is our 8 month anniversary, which is really great. Unfortunately for me, I have no voice. My voice started to go around 1:00.

I went up to my supervisor and whispered:

S: "I can't talk."

J: Try yelling. I just want to hear it. (giddy grin)

S:

J: Oh, you take all the fun out of it. You only have another hour, just go until it's gone and then don't talk the rest of the night.

S:

I go back to my desk and start trying to take calls. Most of my customers were very understanding. Except the one guy who thought it was cute to mention I sounded like I had one of those machines up to my throat. Yeah. Funny.

I got an interesting call today from this guy in Colorado. I was helping him with his bill and he did something.....kinda creepy.
We were wrapping up, I was taking a payment, and he said:

C: "You know, you have a really cute voice. Very nice."

S: Oh, thank you.

C: I wish I could see the face to match that voice.

S: Oh, ha ha. .....My husband sometimes says that, eh....

C: Oh, so you have a husband, huh?

S: And I have a baby on the way. Very happy.

C: Oh, a baby too, huh? Well, that sounds interesting. I'm happy for you.

S: Thanks, um. Okay, so anything else I can help-

C: So, where do you live?

S: Uh, where do I live? I live in Idaho.

C: Do you live in a town?

S: Eh heh, yeah. I can't give out that information.

C: Oh, I already know. I talked to another agent from Idaho and they said there was only one there. So I know what city you're in.

S:

C: Maybe I'll come and see you. You sound very attractive.

S: Excepting the fact that I'm married. Um, anything else I can help you with?

C: No I don't think so. So you're Stephanie, you're supervisor is Jess, and you live in _____________ Idaho. Hmmm. Shouldn't be too hard to find. I'll have to make a trip to Idaho.

S: Um, that's not necessary. Thanks for calling, have a great day.

*click*

He freaked me out. I mean, I know that it happens, but it's always the middle easterns that do it. I'm not bashing on them, but I wonder if their culture is so extreme like that: just up and travel because you think my voice is nice? Even though I mention a family is already here, you still think I'm gonna just want you here?

No. It's freaky.

I can't wait until I get home. I plan on taking a nice hot shower. Then I can get some steam. And maybe talk again.

Have a good weekend bloggers. Probably talk again on Monday. If I can.