2 weeks.

That is the approximate time until Barry is H-O-M-E. Not just in the US, but home, home. Home with me and the zoo:)

I am giddy with excitement. My stomach is already in knots and I will no doubt get an ulcer from worrying about his flight home. His cellphone will be back on early on October 1st. That's the first "real" step to his homecoming. Granted, he won't be able to use it for several days after the that, but I can still text message him and fill up his voicemail!

I have my new dress, I'm getting my hair cut/colored tomorrow, my nail appt is a week from tomorrow, my house will be cleaned the Friday before he arrives, the mutts have a grooming next week, I need to buy new shoes to go with my smokin' hawt dress... then I'm all set.

I will, of course, do all of the things and Barry will probably notice nothing but the couch and a beer, lol... well, and hopefully, ME!

This is going to be a looooooooooong two weeks. Talk about a killer TWW!!

Medicine companies should be ashamed.

Seriously. I am amazed at the cost of medicines with and without insurance. It is insane. Right now, thank the heavens, we have insurance through Barry's military deployment. The fertility medicine that I need to induce ovulation is $9 a vial.... I use three vials per month.... that sounds like a great price, right?? Yes, it is... and I have this coverage until May. When this coverage runs out, the same medicine, that I pay $9 bucks for currently, will cost me $1069.

WTF?? Why should a highly insured person be charged $1060 extra dollars because their current plan doesn't cover the meds? I mean, I pay out the ass for insurance very month. Right now, we have double coverage because of the deployment. I could have chosen to drop our normal insurance, but because coverages are so different, I decided to keep both. Maybe instead of paying the premium for the second insurance, I should have been saving the money to pay for the medicine that won't be covered.

I'm sorry, but the idea that a vial of medicine, LITERALLY, smaller than an Avon perfume sample, should EVER cost the consumer over a thousand bucks, is asinine.

Why can't my kids be free like Crack-Whore Christie from the streets???

Talk about LIQUID GOLD. I am stockpiling, so if I ever get knocked up... I will make someone VERY happy:)

I survived the county fair.

SRSLY. I decided to go tot the county fair with my nephews, sister, BIL and Mom. I fondly remembered overpriced ride tickets, carnies and fried everything on a stick. All of these things were still going strong when we arrived. We passed the Himalaya (I think it was the same one I almost puked on when I was 6), several "guaranteed to win" a 10cent toy for only 5 bucks booths, lots of fried thingamajigs and then we came to the Zipper. My BIL, the biggest kid of all, kept pestering my sister to ride. She flatly refused. My mother did the same. My nephew, the lucky dog, was too short to ride. Guess what, that left me. The biggest sucka in the south.

After tiring of the begging, I agreed to ride the Zipper with the BIL. A vagrant named "Stony", (well, at least that's what he hand wrote on his name tag) locked us into the metal tube of despair. My dumbass BIL handed the guy extra tickets and asked if he could, "make us puke". Great idea.


Stony started us out by using all of his strength to push us into a head-over-heels spin. I was nauseous after that fiasco and we had yet to actually go anywhere. Lovely. My BIL is laughing hysterically at me cursing his existence, I am praying that the ride will stop, and I keep thinking, "I hope the last guy was somewhat clean," because my face was slammed into the padded bar about a million times.

Anyway, the ride keeps going and going and going and I right when I saw the energizer bunny die, it finally ended. We were on the ride for over FIVE minutes. Yes, you read that right. It was somewhere close to 7 minutes in all. Thank the heavens, I had not eaten anything fried... or else I would have been wearing it as a dress.

After BIL and I stumbled off the ride from hell, we were told that Stony keeps it going until there are enough people in line for the next ride. We were at the fair EARLY. No one else was there. Holy hell, I almost kissed the next riders.

I will NEVER ride the zipper again. That was enough zipper to last an entire lifetime. It was everything I remembered, and unfortunately, more. I swear, my fillings are lose and my uterus is no longer tilted!

I think naptime...

should be mandatory, even for adults. I don't know why, but I am always tired. I know that part of it is b/c I toss and turn and have a hard time getting to sleep. Once I fall asleep, I am easily awakened. I also have a cat that thinks he will die at precisely 6:15 if he is not given soft food. This was endearing for about 2 days, now, not so much. I'm hoping that once Barry returns and I get back into our normal routine, my energy levels will rise and I will sleep more soundly at night. It really is amazing how quickly I adapted to sleeping with him after we got married, but how horribly I have adapted to his absence. The good news... we are under one month until his hiney is back on US soil. He's excited, I'm excited, we're all excited:)

The new plan, (which will undoubtedly change) is that after their long-ass homecoming thank-you ceremony, the guys that live far, far away from Oklahoma City will be given a flight back to their hometown. That would be AWESOME b/c the airport is 10 minutes from home. OKC is 5 hours. That would also mean that I would miss less work, which would be nice considering that my days are like gold until I can build up another cushion. Missing 45 work days in one year is really hard on the sick leave cushion... no, nix that, it DEPLETES that cushion and puts your 20 days in the hole. I will literally be paying the days back 3 a year for the next 7 years. Lovely. What a wonderful reminder of the gross incompetence of my doctors.

I'm struggling...

with the amount of TTC info that I want to put into this blog. I am torn between feeling the need to get it out there, and the need to keep it all in for fear of too many questions, or worse... failure.

To those of you that have blogged about the good, the bad, and the ugly of TTC... has it made you a happier person, or do you wish that you could take some of your thoughts back?

I want people to understand me, and the reasons for my actions and REactions to things. I want people to know that I am not embarrassed that I am dealing with IF, but on the other hand, I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me, or to start with the "God's Plan" mumbo jumbo.

Also, if I do manage to get the BFP... will I feel the need to make my blog be ALL about that? I really don't know. Maybe I'm weird for thinking about this so much, but I have to wonder, how easily is it to transition from one place in your life to another VERY different one? How do you go from wanting, wishing, waiting... to having it all?

It's the little things...

I am so excited about my newest Halloween yard decoration. If you have ever met me, or have driven past my house during the month of October, you already know that I am a Halloween freak. I have at least 5 times the decorations for Halloween than I have for Christmas. Yes, I know, it's a bit weird.

I also have a weird obsession with the huge blow-up decorations. It's unhealthy. I want them all. I have a mama spider, a baby spider, a cat with a Merlin cap, a crystal ball with dancing ghosts, a big scary witch with bats flying around.... pumpkins, gourds, hay, skeletons, spiders, eeeeek!

Anyway, I was in Sam's club and they have their Halloween decorations out. ( I love them for that very reason). I am now the proud owner of a 10 ft long cemetery blow-up. It comes complete with lights, music and animations. The spider's prey spins around, the skeleton's eyes light up... it's makes a scary path to my front door. I am so in love with it... it has been in my living room for over a week b/c I like to look at the box and imagine it blown up into it's full glory. Yes, I am sad.

We won yard of the month last October... we deserved it the year before, but I digress. We won September of that year, so the buttholes wouldn't give it to us on the IMPORTANT month of October. Seriously, who needs September? Not me.

I start putting out Halloween decorations on October 1st. I am dying to start earlier this year, but the neighbors might put me in the looney bin.

I will take pictures and post them. You will be jealous. Oh yeah, I also bought new sheets... one side of the pillow says "trick" and the other side says, "treat". Do you think it would be odd to use them year-round??