Super Size Me.... Jose!

Ok, I am totally ranting so this is fair warning!!

Today is a very lazy day for me. I wake up, make homemade buscuits and then take a nap. I decide to drive through McDonalds, grab some lunch and head back home for more relaxing :)

Unfortunatly, after my 10 min drive up there, getting my order and driving back to my house, I realize I got the wrong order. They gave me a chicken sandwich... slathered with mayonaisse, which I will not eat, instead of what I ordered.

I head back to the McDonalds, I have to admit... a little pissed about the confusion, and walk into the restaurant. Now, let me prefice this by saying while in the drive through, I encountered a very nice college age boy who rang my order wrong and very nice, maybe 16 year old african american girl who gave me my order and told me to have a nice day. I wasn't mad at anyone in particular, I was simply mad at the situation.

As I walk into the McDonalds I am greeted by a woman of Mexican decent who asks me what the problem is. I tell her the issue: "I ordered a number 12, was given a number 10 and I just drove a good 20 min all the way to my house and back because of the mistake. Not to mention that number 10 is 50 cents more than what I ordered."

Her response: "You want number 10?" was not satisfactory to me. So... I explain again "Not only did I get sent home with the wrong order but you charged me more. Can you just give me a number 10 and refund the money, for my hassle?" She is not computing this whatsoever! She then proceeds to ask me what happened to the fries. I tell her, in my 20 min drive both here and back, I ate them. So she explains to me she would give me more fries.

I then, ask if she is the manager or may I speak to a manager. She proceeds to huff and walk in the back. Another woman of Mexican decent comes out and has another discussion with me. She speaks about as much English as the first woman and decides all she can do for my trouble is to give me a free coupon for some sort of Cinnamon Roll.

I walk out of the restaurant angry, hungry and most of all pissed that there are people in this country who look at me like I am the crazy one because I don't speak THEIR language.

Maybe, if I would have spoken her language I would have been treated differently.

So my question to all of you is this:

Why can the largest... most American company in the world, employ people that obviously

Speak no English and could care less about the service I recieve??

Yes of course, there is always the option of not going there, but what can one person, who decides not to partake in their illegal options, do to stop these people? The truth be told, I can't! Capitalism prevents me from taking this anywhere! They make more money by employing these people who are willing to work for $5.35, and they don't care about service because they know, we are McDonalds, one of the largest companies in America. If one person stops eating it... it won't hurt our overall profit!

Wow! Sorry for the rant, but it really got a rise out of me!

A New Name...

Ok I am totally stuck on this name. Tell me what you all think...

Cooper Matthew, then they could just call him Coop. How cute is that?? Oh so cute!!!

Moussed, Waxed, and lets not forget slathered with lotion

No, I am not talking about what you do to a chicken before you cook the thing. I am simply referring to the crazy things us women go to, to prove to ourselves... we are HOT!!

So today I woke up, feeling large and in charge, tired and down right uglly. My hair was doing the scrunchy 80's hair thing (read below for further direction) and my face was breaking out. Not to mention my eyebrows were looking like I walked onto the movie set of Borat.

So I go to my eyebrow place today, quite content to get waxed and tweezed. Only to find that my waxer says I HAVE to wax my lip. At fist I shutter at the sound of that, and then say, what the hey... anything to make me look and FEEL a little better. After all is said and done, I feel utterly violated. I never want my lip waxed again. I mean it is one thing to have beautiful eyebrows. Oprah calls it the fastest, cheapest facelift you can get, and I believe her. But to wax your perfectly good lip, that (yeah alright) has some hair, but I am not the bearded lady for GOD sake!!

Now, I am sitting at home, hair in a curly ponytail (in otherwords a huge curl lump on the top of my head) back in my PJ's, staring at my perfectly maintained eyebrows and perfectly hairless lip and truth be told. I feel as ugly as i did when I woke up. OH how I love the emotions! It really suits me, can't you tell :)

Seriously, I should have just gotten her to give me a bikini wax, while she was at it. Then I could have truly been a hairless cat ;-) OH goodness, I am on a role. I better stop before someone like my poor dad runs across this blog.

Good tidings to all my blogger friends!!

Woo Hoo... 9 weeks!!

Your new resident is nearly an inch long — barely the size of a grape — and weighs just a fraction of an ounce, but he's poised for rapid weight gain now that his basic physical structure is in place. He's also starting to look more and more human. His embryonic "tail" is now completely gone and his body parts — including organs, muscles, and nerves — are kicking into gear.His eyelids are fused shut and won't open until 27 weeks. He has earlobes, and by week's end, the inner workings of his ears will be complete. His upper lip is fully formed, too, and his mouth, nose, and nostrils are more distinct. The tips of his fingers are slightly enlarged where his touch pads are developing. All major joints — his shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles — are working, enabling your baby to move his limbs. As for his heart, it has divided into four chambers now, and the valves have started to develop. External sex organs are there, but won't be distinguishable as male or female for another few weeks.

What they don't seem to tell you is that you are so tired!! Golly, I feel like I wake up and want to take a nap :) How come that is not in the cute description of pregnancy?? Just kidding... it wouldn't be the same if your entire body didn't go hay wire!

As of now, my description of pregnancy is: bloating, hunger, nausea, hating garlic!, sleeping all the time, crying at commercials, did I mention sleeping, moodiness and love. All in one. Not to mention that at only 2 months prego my pants are already too tight and I am loving ANYTHING with an elastic waist!! I wish jogging suits were hot right now :)

New Favorite Past Time

Picking a baby name of the week!

Ok... it is official. I am crazy. Now, my husband is the most conservative name picker in the world! Which simply, bores the hell out of me. I love him to death, and Lord knows I need that stable influence in my life... but I am Gemini baby... a crazy, never can make a decision, fly by the seat of my pants Gemini!!!

So I signed up for this awesome website that sends you 3 random baby names a week. OH SO MUCH FUN. I mean some of the names are just bizarre... but hey, that's part of the fun!

So my names for this week... granted M hates them all... are Bailey (for a boy), I am convinced I am having a boy, and London. I mean how cute is London. SO CUTE! But then again, like I stated before, I am crazy and will probably hate both of them tomorrow ;-)

I'll write back if I get a lead on a good one!

Week 8 ;-)

It is simply amazing what happens when your pregnant.

This is what is happening this week...

Your baby is now 5/8 of an inch long, about the size of a kidney bean. New this week: Webbed fingers and toes are poking out from your baby's hands and feet, his eyelids practically cover his eyes, breathing tubes extend from his throat to the branches of his developing lungs, and his "tail" is just about gone. His arms have lengthened, too, and his hands are now flexed at the wrist and meet over his heart. His knee joints have formed, and his feet may be long enough to meet in front of his body. In his brain, nerve cells are branching out to connect with one another, forming primitive neural pathways.

Scrunchy 80's hair and Acne...

I swear... by the end of this pregnancy... I could look like one of these "gals"

The things us women go through, just to have a baby! I don't know if it is the hormones or what... but my hair has gone to the dogs!

When I was little I couldn't stand these curls on my head. I thought I always looked like cousin IT. It was outragious! Then (thanks to a Catholic girl school retreat) I couldn't get enough of the curly hair. I was convinced it pretty much summed up my personality. Crazy and out of control ;-)

Now, as I sit here prego... my hair is like half straight, half curly, half 80's hair band scrunchy curly... UGH! Where will my personality be without my crazy curly hair :) Just Kidding. It just amazes me, daily, how everything in your life is turned topsy turvy.

Then to top off the perpetual bad hair day... I have acne... in the weirdest place. On my chin line. Like on my neck and my chin. It is so weird. I am giving my self au natural facials on a weekly basis and trying to exfoliate at least twice a week, but come one.

Why can't I be one of those beautiful glowing people, like my friends. They were so pretty and happy, and they didn't look like they just became prom date of the year for Ducky in Pretty and Pink.

Oh how I love being prego!

Hypersensitive Smell... Holy Schmole!!

OH MY GOSH. Who knew pregnancy could bring such amazing and crazy changes to your body!! This smell thing has really been getting to me. The other night Matt was having a glass of wine, the poor thing was trying to wind down, and I swear I could smell it from a mile away. I could have sworn he was drinking everclear, or he'd driven down to KY and bought some Moonshine. It is so crazy!

I am reading this book and the woman talks about going outside, trying to relax and take deep breaths, and all of a sudden her neighbors started grilling some burgers. She says she could have told you, they put a live cow on that grill and started roasting.

I mean seriously, who knew a baby, the size of a grain of salt, could make you do the weirdest things.

I have to say, with all the puking (granted I am only on week 7) and all the hypersensative smell, I wouldn't change it for the world! I luv luv LOVE it!!

BIG NEWS!

I am not really supposed to tell anyone, until 3 months, simply because of what happened last time... but no one reads this anyway ;-)

M and I found out we are pregnant... again! YEAH! At first, to be honest, I was scared out of my witts, but now I am just so happy, I can't keep it in any longer!!

As of yesterday I am 7 weeks. We have been to the doc twice, just to make sure, and it looks like everything is in the right spot and my HCG levels are doubling! We are so excited, and hopefully this one goes better than the last one!

Keep your fingers crossed and the prayers coming :)

A tearful, rainy day...

One tear for my Giants, who lost to the Cowgirls last night. Thanks to Tony Romo! I guess God is crying too because it is pouring down rain here ;-)

Happy Anniversary to US...

3 years... woo hoo!

Well folks, we have officially made it to 3 years.

I can't believe where we have come in the past 3 years. It seems like it was yesterday, and then I look around, and realize, we have come a LONG way!

It has been amazing, and I have a feeling, in the next few years, maybe even this year ;-) there could be some grand new surprises!

Ahhh... to be loved. It feels so great!

Dad's Birthday

Well, I have to admit... my whole life I have been a daddy's girl!!

What would I do without my daddy? Life just wouldn't have been the same! And today is his birthday... he turns 54! Man, he is old :)

Last night my mom treated him to a couples massage (for their 27th anniversary) and today she has hooked him up with a spa package, that includes a body polish and facial, and dinner at a very romantic place ;-) She is so thoughtful!

Also, in 3 days is my anniversary... woo hoo! 3 years and counting!

Happy Birthday Daddy... I love you with all my heart... you #1 Daddy's girl!