Disclaimer: I’m really pissed. So pardon the language if any of it is offensive.

NOW the brakes on my truck are getting fixed because dad tried to drive it yesterday and was having a hard time stopping. He was afraid to drive on the highway for fear that he might have to stop fast and he wouldn’t be able to. Hmmm…I believe I tried to tell them something along those lines on Friday, but I guess what I say doesn’t matter. I don’t know what I’m talking about apparently. Krys threw a fit because last night mom and dad were supposed to go to her open house at school and dad had to stay home and work on the brakes. She told mom, “I thought dad said he would work on the brakes when he wanted to!” Mom said, “He has to fix them now, or do you want him to be killed?” WTF?!?!?!?!?! My son and I are chopped liver? It’s okay, I can drive it and get in a wreck, not big deal. But DAD! Oh, no. We can’t allow that to happen. (hmpf, I’m just a little miffed/pissed/hurt/etc.)

Mom all makes a big deal about having to pick Mikhai up from ms. Tee’s and going ALL the way back up to the hardware store…..umm, the damn store is 5, MAYBE 10 minutes from our house. From the way she was talking, I thought we were going to have to go up to way north Arlington or something like that. When we’re at the store, she pays for the stuff. I asked her on the way home why she did that. She was afraid I was going to be overdrawn in the bank…woman, let ME worry about my bank account, okay?! She said, “you’ll just have to pay me back.”

Dad finally gets home and starts to work on the truck. After a little bit, he decides that it’s not just the brake pads. It’s the rotator disk and the “thing” (he said what it was but I don’t remember) that encases it and that there is a leak in brake fluid. So he’s gonna have to go to the store and buy all these parts. He calls mom while he is there and said something and mom’s reply was, “well she’ll just have to pay us back.” When he got home he didn’t have all the parts. He had to order one, so my truck is in pieces in the garage.

Why the hell am I having to pay for all this shit? I like to think it’s my truck, but if possession is nine-tenths of the law, I never have owned the damn thing. I drive it MAYBE twice a month. That’s it. I still don’t know how much I’m going to have to “pay back”.

I could really do some damage to a punching bag right now. There is all this negative energy that is wanting release. It’s gonna come out somehow…..and if I had my way right now, it would be against my mother, but I will be good and not do anything to her.

Mikhai went for his 9 month check-up on Friday. He is 28 ½ inches and weighs 21 pounds and 8 ounces. The doctor said that he is in the 65-70th percentile for his age. So he’s a little bigger than average, but he’s proportionate. Overall, he’s healthy….except for his right ear. We went on the 10th and he had an ear infection so he was on antibiotics, but when we saw Dr. Sampson on Friday, she said that his ear is still not cleared up as well as she would like. And he got a yeast infection from the Omnicef (the antibiotic that he just finished). So she put him on a different antibiotic and gave us a prescription for a cream for the yeast infection. This is Mikhai’s fourth round of antibiotics and the ear infections have spanned about 2 ½ months. She said that if this round of antibiotics does not work, she is referring us to a specialist and (worst case) he might have to get tubes in his ear. I REALLY hope things don’t come to that because our insurance sucks! I’m still trying to pay the hospital from when he was born.

Also on Friday, Aunt Debbie and Sarah got here. (They came down from Michigan.) We went over to Grama Rose’s to see them and have dinner. Sarah make Mikhai a “Curious George” blanket. It’s two fleece blanket’s that she cut fringe on the edges and tied them together. It’s really cute and soft and kinda matches Mikhai’s personality…..curious….lol.

Mom really hurt me when we got home, though…. The brakes on my truck are bad. (and does dad bother to tell me?…..no!) So all day Friday, I was driving around with bad brakes, with Mikhai in the truck with me. It wasn’t too bad, I just took a little extra time to slow down and stop. Well on the way home from Grama’s, it was still raining and my brakes were not enjoying it. We pulled up to an intersection and I heard something pop with the brakes and I couldn’t get any grip and I was afraid that I was going to go through the intersection on a red light. It took me pushing the pedal all the way to floor to get any grip. What really scared me about that was the fact that I had Mikhai in the truck with me and if I hadn’t of got any purchase from the brakes, we would have gone into the intersection and been hit. I crawled home from that point on. When I got home, I was coming down from the adrenaline high and started to tear up. Mom saw and asked why I was crying. I told her we almost coasted through an intersection. “well that’s no reason to cry.” I tried to tell her that I was scared and the brakes popped and it took me pushing the pedal all the way down to stop (and I wasn’t even going fast...I had taken my foot off the gas to slow down like that way before the light), but she jumps right in with “well next time you might want to slow down and take a little more time” (stab one) Then I said that I need to take my truck in and get the brakes looked at and fixed. “why do you want to do something stupid like that?” (stab two) “cuz I’m not driving it again like that” (her tone is now snotty) “I understand that, but why would you take it somewhere where it’s going to cost you $200-$300 when your dad can fix it if you ask him to?” (umm, let’s see….because he’s been driving it, for how long now, and he hasn’t done anything about it yet. He didn’t even bother to tell me about it so I could do something about before I almost killed us.) (stab three) At this point I’m so mad that I can’t get anything out and she walks away. Why does she think I’m an imbecile? I don’t drive the damn thing every day, so I don’t know what’s going on with it. If I don’t know what’s going on, how can I get it fixed?!?!?! Then later I heard her talking to dad about it and I just wanted to slap her. She made me sound like a little baby about the whole thing. Fine, dad can kill himself in it, that’s fine with me, but I refuse to drive it again until he fixes the brakes. I will not put my son in that position again. (I really need out of her house.)

Saturday we went to Aunt Diane’s for dinner and got to see Kimmy and Larry. Larry is walking so well. I can’t believe that he will be a year in less than a month. Larry was not feeling well, so we didn’t let him and Mikhai have too much to do with each other. I don’t need Mikhai to get sick again. I don’t have the time to take off of work to take care of him.

Sunday we were back over at Grama Rose’s for a turkey dinner and more laughter. Sarah is not afraid to speak her mind. If she has something to say, she’ll say it. She got my mom yesterday with that mouth. Grama has this trash can that, if you wave your hand over this sensor, the lid will open. Well, Sarah was standing by the trash can and every time she would move, her butt would activate the sensor causing everyone to laugh. My mom was giving her a hard time about it at one point and Sarah said, “well, you’re butt’s bigger than mine so you shouldn’t be talking.” Mom tried to laugh it off, but you could tell she wasn’t too happy about it. (Oh well. I thought it was hilarious!) Sarah kept saying that it’s okay if she pisses someone off, she goes back to Michigan in a week. That girl is a nutcase.

last week was a terrible horrible week for me so therefore, not many posts. sorry.

Friday the 10th:
So, I made the appointment with the new doctor for Mikhai today. We went to see her because it sounded like Mikhai has a little bit of asthma. Well, I love this doctor. I was so comfortable with her. It was a totally different atmosphere from Dr. Chiarello. She made a comment when she walked in the room and saw his face cuz he had a bruise on his cheek and said “trying to walk are we? Don’t worry mom, I’m not going to report you. I had three boys of my own so I know they’re gonna get banged up.” Whew! The last time we were at Dr. Chiarello’s office he reprimanded me because Mikhai had a scratch on his face from where he fell. Totally different atmosphere and I love it! So anyway. She checks him out and yes it does sound like he’s wheezing a little bit, but boy is his ear nasty (ugh) he’s got another ear infection. (That explains why he was so cranky Thursday night and wouldn’t eat.) So after we talk about family history a little bit, she writes the prescriptions. One for albuterol (that shit is expensive!!!!) and another for an antibiotic. Then she tells me to buy some children’s Claritin and give him some of that every day. It should help with the runny nose that he has had for the past four months almost.

I got my tax return back today and decided to spoil myself. I bought a digital camera so my parents would shut up about me using theirs to take pictures of Mikhai. “how many damn pictures of him are you going to take?” humpfh…now I have my own camera, so there! :oP` I also bought some new clothes for me and Mikhai since he outgrows everything that we buy him within a few weeks. And it wasn’t fun but I spent a hefty chunk of the money I got back paying off the two credit cards I still owed money to. It was depressing seeing that money gone so fast, but it’s better for the long run because now all I have to pay is hospital bills from when I had Mikhai. Our old insurance sucked and the new one isn’t any better.

I asked mom to watch Mikhai tonight so that I could go to an interesting party at Cindy’s. That’s all I’ll say about that one. ;o)

Saturday the 11th and Sunday the 12th:
Nothing much happened over the weekend except I got sick. I had started feeling like crap last Wednesday but everything kicked in over the weekend. We went to dinner with my grandparents Saturday night and it was all I could do not to pass out at the table. Sunday they made me stay home and sleep while they took Mikhai to my grandparents. My dad helped grandpa install a new toilet and my odd mother is having my dad bring the old one home and she is going to put it in the backyard with flowers. Now if that ain’t red-necked, I don’t know what is….lmao!

Monday the 13th:
Stayed home from work. Man did I feel like crap. Miserable, achy, tired, runny nose. The whole nine yards.

Tuesday the 14th:
Terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. Got in trouble at work. (bleh) I was told that since I was sick, I really shouldn’t go to dinner with mom and dad and krys, but if I wanted to I could. Translation: we don’t want you to go, so stay home. Gee thanks. The only good thing about this day was my baby. When they got home from dinner, Mikhai was standing by the door and when he saw his grama he raised his hands and opened and closed his hands in a “pick me up, grama” gesture. It was so cute and grama almost started crying. I brought it up to her later in the week and she got this gushy look on her face and said “that’s enough to melt my heart strings.” So pitiful…lol.

Wednesday the 15th:
Nothing much happened today. Sick-wise, I’m getting better, but I still don’t feel 100%. The flu-type symptoms seem to have gone, but now my sinuses are congested like nothing else. I’m blowing my nose every ten minutes and the poor thing is so raw it hurts. Work was not fun. Again, the only good thing about my day was seeing my baby.

Thursday the 16th:
Went to an after hours clinic to get some medication. The doctor that I saw said that I probably had a cold or the flu and it turned into a sinus infection. (uh, that’s why I’m here….lol) But, he gave me some happy drugs. Yeah!

Friday the 17th:
We had a tour at work again. These days are always so much fun. (sarcasm is dripping in buckets from this statement) I actually got to drive my truck though and spend time with my Mikhai! It was just him and me for four hours. That was so wonderful.

Saturday the 18th and Sunday the 19th:
I was allowed to do NOTHING over the weekend because mom decreed that since the roads were going to get icy I was not allowed to drive. Ummm, last time I checked I was almost 25, not 16. Maybe she hasn’t gotten the memo yet….. BUT! I was allowed to drive when she made me take krys to try to get something for her homework because she didn’t want to get off her lazy a$$ and go herself. Such a hypocrite.

Monday the 20th:
Yesterday my mom pissed me off to no end. She decides about the time that we are supposed to get up and get ready for work that she is going to stay home because she doesn’t want to drive on the roads. “oh and I don’t know that I want you driving my car.” WTF! Then how am I supposed to get to work? Dad has already left in my truck and I don’t have the time to take off! So I have to call my sister to see if she will come pick me up and take me to work. She said yes, so I told my mom “since I have no way to get Mikhai to ms. Tee’s are you going to watch him?” “yeah, I guess” (you better watch him after making me have to get a ride)

I got home last night and came around the corner from the hallway and saw Mikhai standing there so I called to him. He turned and when he saw me he got excited and danced from one foot to the other then came walking to me. Melt my poor little heart. I can leave him every day if that is the reception I will get when I get home. That makes up for anything bad that may have happened. Man I love that little guy.

Hmmm, looks like I’ve written a short novel.

man, the little monster is just moving so fast. he is now walking! he will walk across the room, turn around and walk back without hanging on to anything! woohoo! he also has learned how to wave "bye". he raises his arm above his head and it almost looks like he is beckoning you, but that's buh-bye. ms. tee and i are also now working on clapping and blowing kisses.last night when we were saying good night to grama and papa and blowing kisses he took his hand and placed it over his mouth, so he almost did the whole blow kisses by himself.

aunt dawn can attest to this....when you're feeding him and you're not doing it fast enough he becomes the "mmmah-mmmmah-mmmmah" man. which translates into "more-more-more"

a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, day!