To whom it may concern

Dear COLD hearted son of a bitch,
Why? I thought we were solid? I thought we were squared away and dare i say even. I THOUGHT those things. I now realize that you are the most inconsiderate, self serving, bastard of a virus around. You only want me when i have other plans and you only stick your germmie, stuffy, mucus ways into my life when you know you can RUIN a good time.

Why? why do you do me this way. What have I ever done to you. the last time I let you hang around for a month. In the Summer. ruining my whole social life. I let you bring me down. Infect my spirit and making me feel less then human.

Do you remember that time? DO you remember how I had just meant someone. My how that must have pissed you off. My how you must have been so stoked when you shoved yourself into my life and put that on the back burner. Thanks. Thanks for ruining my good times. Nothing is worse then what you did to me that month. Nothing is worse then the pain you brought me that month. You left me sick and in bed feeling nothing but self pity. Cold, sore throat, water eyes, sinus infection, and PINK EYES! Yes EYES! In both. WHO gets pink eye over the age of 8. Christ. I hate you cold virus. But after all that I thought maybe we are even. Squared away for at least another year. No. guess. NOT.

You wait until 3 days before I've leaving on my vacation. 3 days before I'm FLYING to Buffalo. Thank you. Thank you for once again NOT LETTING ME DOWN. thank you for being the worst thing in the world I hope you die. I'm drowning my sorrows in Dyquil, Nyqil, Theraflu, ColdeZ, and anything else I can get my grubby hands on. I swear to God. I'll vanquish you.

I think my favorite memory of you from this trip was the flight. Nothing like waiting for my head to explode for an hour. I know I had a blast with that. Nothing is more fun then feeling the pressure building no matter how many times you try to pop your ears. Nothing like water eyes and coughing in a closed in space with 75 of your best traveling friends. Good times. And now there's always the pending dinner with mystery man. Oh boy. Nothing like looking and sounding sick to make the best first impression. Thanks COLD! I LOVE you. If by love I mean loath and by you i mean all things related to and representing you. I loath you water eyes, runny nose, sore throat, scratch voice, mucus, and nose tissue burn. I LOATH YOU.

I hope you don't have a nice day.
Amy McMean




Aside from all this my trip to Buffalo is going well. It's nice to be away from home and relaxing. Even if i do have this crappy cold. I'm feeling better, but not great. In case anyone cares it's snowing like crazy here. I'll take pictures and post them when i get back.

A pool of rabbits

So I've decided to kill some time on this, the longest day ever. I'm going to blog about one of the prompts from Moma Kat's page. Talk about a time when you took in a stray animal. No problem.
My brother and I were notorious for bring home things. animals, people, lawn mowers, and broken down stuff we dug out of someplace we more then likely shouldn't have been. My mom would get so mad. Spring-Fall we TRIED to turn her house into an animal sanctuary. What can i say we had caring hearts. Mostly it was baby rabbits we would find, or little birds. Well once we found a whole bunch of little rabbits that we decided we would raise as our own. We would make them a little house and give them all great names like shadow, midnight, the brown one, etc. We would bottle feed them and make them a play area and when they out grew that we would build them a new "Rabbit home". we would be the Rulers of Rabbit Land. Well much like our other "big plans' Mom didn't think that was such a great idea. She also didn't think it was a great idea when we tried to teach them how to swim. Looking back this might have been a cry for help. Please remember we were kids.

We were playing with the rabbits on what I'm sure was either the first day or second day after finding them. I'll be honest My brother has ADD so getting him interested in anything for longer then a day was a real treat. We were outside playing and had a brilliant idea we would put the rabbits on the slide that was attached to our kiddie pool and push them down into the water so they could cool off. It was very hot, who wouldn't want to cool off in some nice water. Rabbits. That's who. Needless to say baby rabbits do not swim well. I don't believe any animals were harmed in the process, scared.....yes. Harmed no. And that's the last time I really remember taking in any animals. I've blocked a lot of my childhood out due to the fact that we did some real dumb stuff and I don't want to acknowledge it.

so yeah. that's my stray animal story.

Ground Control to Major Tom

Well it's official. If I BELIEVED in signs I would believe the universe is trying to tell me DON'T GO TO BUFFALO. DON'T GO. But since I don't believe these things are signs, I'm going regardless. I always have crappy luck. That's nothing new. I have a cold and now it's snowing. Thank goodness. I would not want this trip to go EASY for me. I like to have to WORK for my vacation. Makes me want it more. Makes me need it more. So even though my mother is practically planning my funeral, I'm going. My mom thinks I'm going to die every time i fly or drive to Buffalo. Good God take a Zanax mother.

So I'm off to Buffalo tomorrow and I can't wait. I'm super excited and looking forward to hanging out with my Buffalo family. Soccermom and Mr. SM are planning a dinner meeting between me and their friend I shall call him Mystery Man. It's not a date. But I compared it to a cattle showing. I feel like I'm going to be paraded around the corral on a lead and people will make comments.
"Oh....look at her lovely color and shiny coat"
"Those wide hips will be good for birthing "
"Check out those utters!"

Soccermom has assured me that is not the case. Mystery Man is a nice guy and it's just some friends getting together and having dinner. She fails to mention the part where she's talked me up to him and vies versa. She fails to mention the pressure "My future BF"(what she calls him in regards to me) and myself don't hit it off. Will we or wont we? this should prove interesting.

Let's not forget people I'm sick. So I'm not at my best showing. this poof heifer is pale and sickly looking. Her coat is dull and flat and her utters aren't getting the respect they deserve from these crappy sports bras! I can see it now. Maybe the dripping from my nose, the red puffy cheeks, the pale ghostly skin, and the runny eyes are a huge turn on for him. Or maybe he'll freak out at the sight of my raw red nose and grease hair and ask to reschedule when I'm not feeling so...ugly.

My flight to Buffalo isn't until 8:50 p.m. tomorrow night. With touch down in the All American City (Buffalo's nickname) at 10 p.m.

SUPER EXCITED!

So While this post/ announcement isn't about me....(In the long run isn't everything about me) I still feel the need to share the news with all of you here in bloggy world. If you read my blog often I'm sure you've heard me refer to my wonderful friend Preggers who is currently........well Preggers. Today was the day we've all been waiting for patiently (well not that patiently). today was " Find out What Baby is Day". She called me after leaving her appointment to tell me Baby was moving around like crazy during the ultra sounds and shaking it's baby fist at them. I had instructed her that if they couldn't tell what baby was she was to jump around and shake her baby belly so they could try again. She informed em that wasn't necessary. Baby moved around plenty and showed the world what baby is. Drum roll please...........barahm barahm..............

I'm super excited. this must be the year of the boys. This will be the 4? person I know to have a boy this year. Crazy. I'm super excited because now i can start buying boy stuff instead of gender neutral clothes. I already have a ton of little tan outfits. But....I did buy a few 'boyish" things because......well We've all been calling it a him since she told us she was preggers. How exciting. They are leaning towards Hayden as a name. I would say it's in the top 2. It's Mr. Preggers grandfathers name, and Preggers is warming up to it. Now if only Mr. Preggers and I can convince her to use Blasare (Blaze-R) for the middle we would be sitting pretty. So yeah that's my news that's not really my news.

(fill in holy icon) Loves the Steelers

I'm sick. If you read yesterdays blog you know this. This will be old news to you. I'm sick. I ran to the store to buy cake mix today because yes on top of being sick, packing for my pending trip on Wednesday, working and trying to get myself ready to leave town for Buffalo, I also have to bake a cake for work. Why? Because I volunteered. Because I love to bake and offered to bake the birthday party cake this month. Manly because it's for the Tabster and I know that while she'll appreciate she is also the only person in the office a side from Moma Bear who would secretly be thinking, I might have snuck poison in it. so I bake. FANTASTIC. of all the weeks in the winter to get a cold I picked this one. Stellar. So I was grabbing things at the store today like those people on supermarket sweepstakes. Remember that show. I looked like those chicks. Throwing boxes of detergent and frozen steaks in my cart, minus the detergent and frozen steaks....oh yeah and minus the cart. See I went for 3 things. Cake mix, veg. oil, and OJ. The juice not the criminal. Then i decided i wanted some "breakfast" so i grabbed a pint of Turkey hill Ice Cream. don't judge me. I'm SICK! Then as I walked towards the register doing my best balancing act I spotted a box of tissues. AHH I need those, runny nose, must have. And my friends. These are what I found.
Now you tell me God isn't cheering for the Steelers this Sunday!