I'm going to be an auntie
Jun. 12th, 2001 01:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlSometimes I wonder if my life is a big, cosmic joke. This morning, I woke up with a headache. I actually slept kind of well, but my wrist was throbbing when I woke up and I had all sorts of crazy dreams.
Then, my mom gets home and told me that D. from my work, The Irish Hell, called. I'm think that she wants me to work or something, so I call back and she tells me (mind you, I have been working there almost 6 months and have only missed two day, one when I was in the hospital for heart trouble and the other because I had a family picnic and no one told me I was working that day) that "it's just not working out" and they "can't work with my schedule". What the fuck? I asked them to change my schedule for 5 weeks because I was taking a class... And I told them this nearly a month in advance. They also have been telling me that they have "no hours", but they can afford to hire this new milquetoast of a girl. Oops, I'm too alternative for them.. Damn me and my short hair >_<
This sucks because I am now totally broke, jobless, and going to Vermont next week for a whole week.
After that, my mom, being her usual awesome self, offered to take me out shopping for a while. As I'm getting into her car, I caught one of my nails on the door handle and tore it off. We found it, reglued it, and were again on our way.
I got a pair of khaki clam diggers, a black tank, and a pretty cool lipstick at Wal*Mart. I'm so W.T. From there we went to the mall and she bought me a pretty new bra at Victoria's Secret and some earrings for the wedding.
After I got home, I had a panic attack from all this stress. I sat here for an hour, staring at the screen, watching the lightning, and letting a tranquilizer dissolve under my tongue.
I feel better now.
Then, my cell phone rings and it was Dawn. I figured some kind of horrible trauma had happened and was prepared for the worst and she says...
"Congrats, Auntie Sam!"
And we squealed. She told me she's due December 25th. and she has ultrasound pictures to show me when Matt and I come up for the wedding. She thinks it's a girl and they might call it Morgan Alexis.
So, erm, yea... If I can get scans of the baby, I will post them here. I don't know.. This is crazy.. I can't wait to see here again.
So yea, give me luvins and such in my gbook.
Then, my mom gets home and told me that D. from my work, The Irish Hell, called. I'm think that she wants me to work or something, so I call back and she tells me (mind you, I have been working there almost 6 months and have only missed two day, one when I was in the hospital for heart trouble and the other because I had a family picnic and no one told me I was working that day) that "it's just not working out" and they "can't work with my schedule". What the fuck? I asked them to change my schedule for 5 weeks because I was taking a class... And I told them this nearly a month in advance. They also have been telling me that they have "no hours", but they can afford to hire this new milquetoast of a girl. Oops, I'm too alternative for them.. Damn me and my short hair >_<
This sucks because I am now totally broke, jobless, and going to Vermont next week for a whole week.
After that, my mom, being her usual awesome self, offered to take me out shopping for a while. As I'm getting into her car, I caught one of my nails on the door handle and tore it off. We found it, reglued it, and were again on our way.
I got a pair of khaki clam diggers, a black tank, and a pretty cool lipstick at Wal*Mart. I'm so W.T. From there we went to the mall and she bought me a pretty new bra at Victoria's Secret and some earrings for the wedding.
After I got home, I had a panic attack from all this stress. I sat here for an hour, staring at the screen, watching the lightning, and letting a tranquilizer dissolve under my tongue.
I feel better now.
Then, my cell phone rings and it was Dawn. I figured some kind of horrible trauma had happened and was prepared for the worst and she says...
"Congrats, Auntie Sam!"
And we squealed. She told me she's due December 25th. and she has ultrasound pictures to show me when Matt and I come up for the wedding. She thinks it's a girl and they might call it Morgan Alexis.
So, erm, yea... If I can get scans of the baby, I will post them here. I don't know.. This is crazy.. I can't wait to see here again.
So yea, give me luvins and such in my gbook.