Mom, Dad, oldest bro Jason, his new wife Pim. 
Yep, there he is! He also became a Grandpa for the 2nd time three days ago. I bet getting another grandson was a pretty good Birthday present. Especially since this one gets to go home and get spoiled!
More on baby Haiden later...
This is a mini fridge, originally borrowed from our friend Keara during my surgery. She so kindly agreed to let us "store" it for her, which happen to come in handy when we recently moved into our new house and didn't yet have a fridge. Sorry the photo is so dark, it was taken at night with my cell phone.
This is our fancy new Frigidaire Professional we purchased this past Saturday, it was delivered and installed this morning. I've always been Anti-side by side style but this one is 26.9 Cu. Ft! You could store an average size adult in that puppy...not that we'll be doing that.
No, I'm not talking about Grannie on the left, I'm talking about the three Yahoos on the right! They are what makes me embarrassed to be an American. This picture actually captured the stupidity written all over their faces that caused me to pull out my cell phone and slyly take this photo. What pissed me off the most is when a Muslim man in full garb walked by our gate, I noticed these three rednecks all look at each other with that "he must be a terrorist" look. Then when he walked up to our gate, they looked at each other again and one of the guys said, "that's what I was worried about" and they all nodded in agreement. I gave them the most obvious eyeball roll I could and shook my head in disgust. They didn't seem to catch it though.
Which if I may say, has been a real fucking inconvenience! It happened three Wednesdays ago, I woke up and my wrist hurt like hell. I figured I'd slept on if funny? Or that it would get better in a day, however that didn't happen. I woke up the 2nd day and the pain was horrendous and spread from my wrist to my elbow. I had a TTC doctors appointment that morning and blood tests afterward so since I was already in the neighborhood and up early I decided to head over to Urgent Care to find out what the hell was wrong with my hand. After X-rays and a very painful (jumped out of my seat) exam by the doc, he said it was a sprained wrist nos.
"Oh by the way Mrs. Johnson, your X-rays show a very large accumulation of calcium deposits in your wrist. Have you ever been diagnosed with Carpal Tunnel? I highly suggest you follow up in a week with an Orthopedist, you're probably going to need surgery soon."
I don't have time to follow up with an Orthopedist, we're moving in a week! Boo on that.
Oh and those blood tests, yeah I got a call to schedule an appointment with my doc to "discuss" the results. We all know that's not good. So I go, the doc says I'm well on my way to getting Gout (also called metabolic arthritis), he's surprised I don't have it already with my uric acid levels being through the roof! So there's another pill I have to take for the rest of my life. At this point, I should insert a pic (here) of all my pill bottles stacking up on my bathroom counter. It's what you would expect to see in your grandparent's medicine cabinet.
My Insulin Resistance levels are out of control, he can't prescribe me any more Glucophage because I'm already on the max amount, any more could kill me. This is causing ovulation problems again, no follicle found this month and my hormone levels were at a 5, after just taking Clomid, my levels should have been in the thousands, but no, it was FIVE. He said he'd be OK with 50, but he can't comprehend how it was only 5. I reminded him that I was his Medical Mystery that likes to break all the records. He agreed. I could tell he was frustrated and less optimistic or at least I was/am.
I'm tired of being sick and tired. It's only going to get worse too because we decided to take me off Synthroid and Armour Thyroid which I take for my Hypothyroidism because I wasn't on it when I got pregnant with Jack and we want to do everything exactly the same. Without those pills the fatigue kicks into high gear. I'm sure I'll stop losing 2 lbs per doctor's visit too. I'm determined to do what I can to not lose this battle, but there are days that I just feel so defeated. I honestly assumed I would get pregnant the first try after surgery just like last time. I tried not to feel so cocky, but I was so sure it would happen. It made going through the surgery again totally worth it, not that I had a choice, but I was so sure it was going to work!
Sorry I'm done bitching and complaining, I know no one enjoys reading this shit.
So this has ended up being another long one and has taken all day to write, in between work calls. But I have a few more things to write about.
1. Check out the new tv series Traveler on abc Wednesday, May 30 at 10/9c. You can watch the pilot online now, click here. Seriously a kick ass show, similar to "Enemy of the State". Oh and if you're not watching Heroes, you're missing out big time. Since I haven't been able to crochet at work, all I can do is read or watch tv.
2. I'm flying out to Utah tomorrow for my brother's wedding Saturday and fly back Sunday and go right to work YAY me!
3. Next week is full of fun, walk thru the new house with the builder on Monday or Tuesday, close on Wednesday (Friday at the latest), finish packing sometime in between going to work and doing everything else, oh and move in Saturday after sunset. Whew!
Nuff said.
Peace out!
Phoenix, Arizona (PRWEB) May 2, 2007 -- When Governor and
presidential hopeful Bill Richardson vetoed the MISSing Angels Bill
(SB17) after it passed the New Mexico legislature with unanimous
bipartisan support, the MISS Foundation vowed to launch an awareness
campaign targeted at educating the governor so he wholly understands
the issue of stillbirth.
The MISSing Angels Bill helps provide much-needed comfort, dignity,
and documentation to women and their families experiencing the death
of a baby just prior to or during birth. All states, including New
Mexico, require the family to pay for funeral expenses, and a death
certificate/report is issued after a stillbirth. Yet, some states
refuse to offer women the choice of a birth certificate. It offers an
option to women who give birth to loved and wanted babies who die
unexpectedly to choose a birth certificate.
"I would assume that the last thing a presidential candidate would
want to do is knowingly wound thousands of grieving mothers after
their baby's death," said Daryl Logullo, Legislative Liaison for the
MISS Foundation.
In response to the veto, the MISS Foundation has released a public
service announcement that portrays the experiences of bereaved
parents after stillbirth and is directed at Richardson's campaign. A
very sensitive and controversial video, it speaks of the enormity of
this public health issue. "Bill Richardson made a grave error in
judgment, clearly being misinformed about this issue by his
advisers," said Joanne Cacciatore, CEO of the MISS Foundation. Both
the MISS Foundation and the National Stillbirth Society are calling
for Governor Bill Richardson to offer a public apology to these
bereaved mothers and families.
Press Contact: JOANNE CACCIATORE
Company Name: MISS Foundation
Email: info@missfoundation.org
Media Phone Contact Only: 602 574 1000
My brother Jason 
My soon to be Sister inlaw, Pim.
R.I.P OzzySunday morning I got a rude awakening from my youngest brother Christopher. He called to inform me our "fur"brother, Ozzy had died. My initial response was, "Are you kidding me? This can't be happening!" First Jack, then Jerry, now Ozzy. I had been wondering if and when the 3rd would come, I just didn't expect it to be Ozzy.
I had talked to both my mother and Christopher Friday about Ozzy, he had received his distemper and rabies shots a couple days before and he was acting lethargic and wouldn't eat. I told them both that Mazzy was the same way for two days after her shot, but she came around. Christopher was concerned because he was watching him while my parents were out of town. He had called the vet who told him not worry too much, if he's still sick Saturday to give him a call. Saturday came around and Ozzy was still sick, and now wasn't drinking any water or eating. The vet asked them to bring Ozzy in and he would run some tests. Nothing was found, not even on two x-rays so they sent him home to call the next day if nothing had changed. Sunday afternoon, after my parents are returned home, Ozzy had laid down by the front door where he liked to nap and fell asleep. My step-dad decided it was safe to run outside and check on something, when he returned a short time later, he found Ozzy had died right where he left him. They called a breeder friend who offered to take him to Utah State University for an autopsy. They will also be testing his food to rule that out as a cause. They'll get the results in two weeks.
Ozzy was a good dog, not the smartest of the bunch but very sweet and always had kisses for anyone who said hello. My parents are devastated and lost without his companionship. I'm sure Mazzy will try to find him the next time we visit and will be disappointed when he's not there to play.
Rest in peace Ozzy, we miss you already!
When I saw a picture of this house, I thought of "The Alamo" but I know it doesn't look like the Alamo, I guess technically it's referred to as Southwest or adobe Style?
We're thinking of putting a blinking neon sign above the tile roof that says, 
Above the garage is the perfect spot for my GIGANTIC ceramic sun I bought years ago 
The Great Room aka living room/dining room/kitchen. 
HUGE open kitchen with those super kool slide out shelves in all the cabinets!
Dining room looking into the Master bedroom on the left and Mud room on the right. 
Deep garden tub & shower in the master bath.
That's our front door on the right and construction dust on the island.
What looks like travertine tiles, but I'm sure they're not.
This is a huge backyard for Arizona, something that is really hard to find.
AND....there is more then a foot between the houses! Most houses in AZ you can hand your neighbor a plate of cookies from your window to theirs. This space is really important to us.
Large covered patio, does't look that big in this picture because of the angle, 
Here's the picture of the blanket and hat, I swapped the pink for blue and grey for black. Looks pretty simple right?
So on row 24 I realized there was something seriously wrong. I thought I had chained the first row super tight and kept trying to stretch it out to match the top rows, but that wasn't working. I started with 74 stitches, per the pattern. I decided to count the stitches on the 24th row, 97 stitches! OOPS! I had actually increased on every row and I SUCK at trying to increase!
I have since unraveled it down to the first two grey rows and started over. Like a good girl, I've continued to check that I only have 74 stitches when I finish a new row. So far so good. I'll post another picture when it's finished. This sort of scares me to try the matching hat, but I'll give it a go.
