Sunday, February 24, 2013

And the verdict is.....

On Thursday was the biggest snow/ice storm St. Louis has seen in a few years. The whole area was flipping their effing lids over the possibility of cold precipitation. Seriously, try going to the store. Blue haired half decrepit ladies are pushing carts with 6 cartons of eggs, 4 gallons of milk and 10 loaves of bread. I highly doubt they send the prisoners occupants of the nursing homes out to the store to pick up a few things. Nor have I heard about an old person self-run commune so this lady was purchasing this all for herself. Asshole.

So of course the only day that I have to get out for my Dr. appt and ultrasound is the morning of this storm. The other day while I was driving half my windshield wiper just flew off out of nowhere so I had to stop and get a new blade. I walked in, and was giving the info for the guy to look up the size. While standing there this 80 year old man walked by and said something about it being cold out. I just agreed. He walked by again and said I was pretty. I thanked him. While paying he walked by and told me I had pretty hair AND fondled my head. Like totally freaking rubbed it. I wasn't sure what to do, I have been paying attention at the kids' karate class but I can't do that to an old man. I may be wrong on many levels, but I just can't put an old man through my half-assed self defense. He would start laughing so hard at me that he would've wet himself, slipped and then broke a hip. So I just looked at the guy checking me out and said... He's a handsy old fella isn't he? The employee just shook his head, I'm pretty sure there were no words to cover the thoughts about what he just had witnessed. Windshield wipers were put on and I left.

I had my ultrasound, and the lady kept on having me turn to my side and leaving the room. I did have a first at that place, apparently my placenta was in a place that they had to check with the vag wand to see if it was a previa- thank god not, but that was a little surprise I could have lived without. Dr came in at the end and I guess saw what the tech was trying to find and gave the ok.

So, shhhh... I knew what it was when I left. But I had her put it in an envelope so I could tell the kids I didn't know until I was ready to tell them. I knew some people would be pissed and some would be happy, and the ones that were going to be pissed would be REALLY pissed. I thought doing something fun would take the edge off. I wanted to do a scavenger hunt, and then I thought about how much work that would be and decided to just open the damn envelope...

I don't generally put pics of my kids on here, because I am kind of anonymous-ish but I will for a few days... This is the pic of them when I told them what the baby is....
Any idea what it is? Do you see the two disappointed boys?
The one on the end there doesn't give a shit what it is, he just
doesn't want to be the baby anymore...He's too old for that


So do you think you know what it is? According to the wives tales, all but two said I was supposed to have a BOY, which the kids wanted to name Cash Money Grip. Could you imagine being at the store and yelling at your kid Cash Money grip, you put that candy down- I am not paying for that. Just not right..



But..... this is our first purchase for the new kid on the block....
Now at least I don't have to argue with the
name Cash Money Grip....

22 comments:

  1. Yeah, the girls totally give it away, as does the boy slapping his head. Congratulations! You can now have two bedrooms for all of them with a bath in between just like the Brady Bunch.

    And, here in SWMo, while everyone else was grabbing milk, eggs and bread before the next winter storm that will probably miss us, as usual, I stocked up on Diet Coke. Let it snow.

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    1. Ha! I stocked up on the diet Coke too, that is not something you can run out of...

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  2. Yay! A baby girl! Love the photo of your kids reactions! I did not realize this will be your sixth? I think big families are so amazing :) Enjoy the rest of your pregnancy!

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  3. Pretty sure Cash Money Grip will be one of the top 10 girls names for 2013. I'm usually not wrong about this.

    Why do people snag all the bread and milk when bad weather looms? They'll be holed up eating French toast. That's fine for a day, but if it's longer, I'll take a rack of ribs, five pizzas and all the wings I can hold.

    That old lady can keep her damn milk.

    Vag wand??

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    1. ha! I'm with you on the pizza and wings... damn it now I'm hungry...
      About the vag wand... believe me when I say some things are better left unknown....

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  4. Haha! Talk about symmetry! Now you'll be a well balanced family ;) That pic of your kids is priceless - it says it all!!!

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  5. I'm totally crying over here! First the tears were from laughter at the head fondling old dude who was about to take a karate chop to the nuts, then the scary ultra sound, I had one of those... then the baby stoked to no longer be a baby and the rest of the priceless faces... and then awww so sweet... a little pink dress. I LOVE IT!!! Congratulations. xx

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    1. Thanks! The head thing was a little weird, ok a lot weird... I felt a little cheap after that :)

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  6. Woo!! Another bagina! I did a scavenger hunt when I was pregnant with my 5th (a girl) and the kids basically thought I was weird. Congratulations lady!

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    1. They could have cared less about anything fun, just rip open the envelope MOOOM.....

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  7. I almost died reading your story about the old gentleman-feeler. He was probably just looking to get a little sugar before the big storm. He probably also has a crazy wife who buys tons of milk, eggs and bread for big snow storms!!
    Your children's faces are priceless. A girl! Yay!!

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    1. Ha!It probably was her with all the bread and milk. I didn't get it, supposedly there could have been power outages, why would you buy perishables. Go for the canned ravioli, I mean it's not great cold but it's not sour milk and rotten eggs...

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  8. Congrats!! I'm not sure how but somehow you've slipped thru the cracks for me for a couple of posts...not going to let that happen again. Lady you're making me laugh that my co-workers are starting to give me weird looks. I'm so glad I'm back on track.

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