The HMO problem is almost fixed. My cell phone bill this month is going to be exorbitant since all the utilities people are calling me on my cell. And my home phone, the temporary one at least, gets about 5 telemarketer calls a day. I haven't given the number out much, since I'm hoping my old number comes through this week, but I almost ignore the home phone since I know that no one real could be calling, and sure enough, it's always telespam. It's funny, Mark's really concerned now when he hears the phone ring and jumps up to answer it, now that it's telemarketers, whereas when we had a number that REAL family and friends called on, he never answered the phone and barely twitched when it rang! Maybe the placement on the phones in the house are more annoying and louder or something, it's just ironic.
We had an ant invasion yesterday. Turns out the dog food is yummy and I come home to find the pantry with ants crawling all over and throughout the dog food. The bags have a ziploc enclosure, but it's not always tight and they were in one of the bags in particular. So I spent awhile rinsing the dog food and then rebaking it to dry it after I de-anted it. That's about $36 worth of food and I just bought new bags on Friday, so I refused to just throw it out. Now comes the war on ants.
I have this orange oil that kills them and doesn't poison people, kids or dogs, but I need something stronger to prevent them wanting to come in. A friend suggested something called Home Defense, so I'll have to try it. Whenever you live in a house vs. an apt, there is s much wildlife you interact with. We hear squirrels skittering on the trellis. One day I was a victim of a fly-by from some ridiculous big, badly behaved jay bird who starting squawking from behind me as I walked towards the house from the yard. He was behind him screaming, "incoming" but the feeling of it was more like, "get out of my way," and then he landed on the trellis roof. Most birds go out of their way to not deal with humans, yet this one was all aggressive and came up from behind, swooping way too close to comfort to tell me to get off of his turf. So I found a nice broom handle and went outside to way the bar of the trellis and he squawked and ran off. Haven't seen him since, which is good for him. I was considering a BB Gun! I don't know what to do about the squirrels.
We had squirrels in our attic in Hyattsville, but a) that was our house, b) it was indoors. This is just squirrels cutting through our roof as a shortcut to someplace else, so I don't think it's worth much effort. Just a little unsettling to hear random noises. And houses all have their own sounds that one must get used to. Like the ticking in the vent when the heater turns off, or the humming of something of other. And this house has wood floors and there is always some settling noises and wood expansion noises that happen. I'm getting used to them, but they haven't become so second hand to me that I don't even notice.
Baby boy in here is doing great. I practiced doing kick counts for fun and he does 10 kicks in about 10 minutes when he's up and moving. Very strong boy.
Hopefully my computer will come back soon. I'll keep y'all updated.
PS- the pregnancy nightmares have begun. I've had vivid dreams for months now, but never pertaining to pregnancy until two nights ago. I guess it was supposed to be like in vitro or something, where me and Mark had this premade seamonkey baby that we were supposed to defrost and reconstitute with water. So it was his idea to do it, and I think the deal was that you had to thaw the baby and once it was thawed, reinsert it into your hoo-ha for the next 6 months or so to let it finish growing. So although it was his idea, he went off someplace and I was left alone with these nebulous directions and I think I screwed up and didn't cover the baby with enough water, so I had to come back and keep refilling the sink. One time, I almost washed it down the drain and I was freaking out silently throughout the whole process.
Then it turned out that Mark was no longer Mark, he was now Charlie Sheen, and he was introducing me to all his preexisting kids. Most of them liked me, but the 2 yr old baby girl was scared of me, and I was sure that she could see through me and that she sensed how bad I was messing up with the sea-monkey baby in the sink And then I woke up. Welcome to the dream life of a pregnant woman...
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