Menu Monday and Other Stuff

FOR THE LOVE! I have had the most craptastic day ever. Let me recap:

*First of all, I woke up at 6:00 to pump, and my boobs made NOTHING-like seriously y'all, they made 15 CC's in ALL! I'm all crying and freaking out-how am I going to feed my kid? Husband is like, "Dude, call the doctor and shut it." The end.

*Emma and I go back to sleep until 9:00, when the phone rings. It's the GYM MANAGER. We chat for a bit, and I tell him everything about trainer X. He is not happy. He offers me a free training session with another trainer whenever I want. I figure I will do this to reevaluate my progress after using bitch trainer's trainer X's workout. Special thanks to Brittany at Living in the Moment for all of her advice. I used her terminology and such to bring a strong front to the manager. He was listening big time! After I hang up with him, my OB calls me back to talk about my boobs. Basically, this can happen, and he gave me a Rx for Reglan-a milk stimulating drug that does other stuff too. So, I went and got that, and we will see if it helps. If not, there is really nothing else I can do.

*Emma has been fussy ALL.DAY.LONG. And, she hasn't had one freaking nap either.

*My laptop freaking died today! I am currently on husband's work laptop. Y'all, my laptop and I are thisclose. I've only had it for two years. It was a Dell. RIP. It is gone and dead-basically the screen crapped out. I schlepped myself, the computer, the kid, the sling, and about 293 other things to the Best Buy for Geek Squad assistance. They took one look and said, "The screen is crapped out-it will cost about 700$ to fix." I had already talked to husband earlier and he said to just do what I needed to do. So, I conferred with an associate and got myself a sweet HP Pavilion laptop with all kinds of good stuff. (LG, don't even tell me the evils of a PC-I am never going Mac :D) I am very happy with the purchase. Unfortch, I will have to pick it up tomorrow afternoon-Geek Squad has to back-up all of my crap from the old one and reload it onto the new one. Hello picasa albums, iTunes, millions of documents, etc. The ironic thing is, on my Christmas list was a Seagate external hard drive for back up. That will still be purchased for Christmas. I am sooo thankful that they can get everything off the old one, and that my hubby let me bust out the AmEx for this immediate purchase! I must have my laptop! We have an old desktop that I bought in 2000, but you can just IMAGINE what kind of speed that thing runs on. Before husband got home from work, I tried to load my WW points in for the day and it took over 30 minutes!

*Did I mention Emma didn't take ANY naps? And she didn't want me to put her down at all. Lovely.

*A lost Beagle has been harassing my fence/dogs/house all day. I finally went outside to check its collar-it has a green box thing on there-like a underground fence thingy. NO name or contacts. I left a bowl of food out for it. Constant barking from my dogs all day.

*The end of the craptastic day-I am about to pass out!

(I also fully expect some love for my hane day. Leave me some love!) :D

Now for Menu Monday, a tradition started by Mrs. Newlywed. I have a menu to go through November 6th because this weekend is Emma's baptism and the week after I will be full timing it at work, so I've got to be prepared ahead of time. Enjoy, and remember to email or comment if you would like a recipe.

Monday-homemade veggie pizza, steamed edamame
Tuesday-grilled chicken, broccoli, yellow rice
Wednesday-spaghetti with green beans and a salad
Thursday-leftover Santa Fe soup, Mexican cornbread
Friday (everyone comes in town for the baptism-all 8 of us together-yikes.)-sandwiches, fruit, chips
Saturday-ribs and chicken, coleslaw, baked beans, macaroni and cheese (ALL HOMEMADE)
Sunday Lunch-chicken salad, pimiento cheese, croissants, chips, veggies and dip, deli meats, homemade brownies (served buffet style after the baptism)
Sunday dinner (my sissy and bro are staying the night!)-NY strips, twice baked potatoes, salad

I AM REALLY GOING TO HAVE TO PRACTICE SELF AND PORTION CONTROL!

Week after: November 2-6
Monday-sesame cilantro chicken and rice salad, broccoli, squash
Tuesday-Leslie's jambalaya pasta, salad
Wednesday (Mass Night)-spicy bean and cheese burritos, chips and salsa
Thursday-baked tomato spaghetti, green beans, salad
Friday- poppy seed chicken, broccoli
Saturday-filets, roasted potatoes, grilled asparagus
Sunday-rigatoni with grilled veggies, salad

I really would look these recipes up online and link them, but my eyelids are about to freaking collapse.

Love to you all!

Oh, no she didn't!!!!!

OK, so I have a story to tell you! And I'm gonna get all riled up about it too! So get ready for some ranting!

As most of you know, husband's aunt was here from out of town to visit with Emma this week. While she was here, I had the opportunity to go run lots of overdue errands that are somewhat hampered when toting an infant. So, like any normal person, I jumped on this chance to get lots of things accomplished. One thing on my list was to make an appointment with a personal trainer at the gym I joined last week. Upon joining, you are granted a one hour "consult" with a trainer. I thought, "Why not?" It's a great way to learn a little routine that can help you workout, and to learn how to use all of those machines in the gym.

Now, I want to say right now, that I am NOT one of those people who has the time OR money to hire a "personal" trainer. But since this was included in my sign up fee, I took advantage of it. Otherwise, I would have NEVER done this. I'd also like to say, "Hi" to my friend Brittany who IS a personal trainer, and a DARN good one at that! This is not a rant on personal trainers, more of one on THIS trainer!

So, I go in a bit early and meet my trainer, whom we will call X. We start chatting about my health history and goals. Within five minutes, I did not like her. I told her about my tendonitis, and how I was most likely about to have surgery to correct it. X told me that was awful and a huge mistake, if I would just get my weight under control and get on a better diet, it would correct itself. WHAT? I'm sorry, but I'm not FAT. I am overweight, by about 20 pounds, but I don't think if I lose 20 pounds and eat vegetables that my tendonitis will "heal itself." She kept going on and on about letting in germs and toxins and how surgery should never be considered. Hmm, wonder what she would think if SHE needed a C-section? That was strike one.

Strike two came when we were discussing my diet. I informed her that I was on Weight Watchers to lose my weight, in conjunction with exercising at the gym. I told her I had a healthy diet. She said, "Do you eat meat and dairy?" I answered, "Well, yes, I'm sane normal." (Just kidding vegans! :D) She said, "Then you don't have a healthy diet." I'm sorry, but again, WHAT? I don't think you have to be a vegan or a vegetarian to have a healthy diet. All of that is personal preference, and I do not like someone telling me that their opinion is right, and my opinion is wrong. That is why they are called opinions!

Strike three was at the end of our session. X talked me through a routine for me, and I enjoyed the working out portion. When we were finished, we sat down to discuss the routine and my goals. I must have been HIGH because I honestly didn't realize we were going to have a "Hit the customer up for cash" discussion. We were just sitting there having a pretty good convo, when all of a sudden, X is like, "OK, so for the 8 sessions you will need to see results, it will cost you $264." I think my head spun around. I was like, "Excuse me?" I was seriously so flustered, that I started EXPLAINING MYSELF to her. Telling her that I had a new baby, a prorated paycheck and other things that I was currently spending my money on. Then asking her if I could do a discounted package. Then I came down from my HIGH and said, "I will have to sleep on it. I'm not comfortable spending this amount without discussing it with my husband." Then X has the gall to say to me, "It's not his body, now is it?" She also informed me that I would not be able to achieve my goal of losing 20 pounds unless I had a personal trainer. I seriously felt like I was being bullied into paying her! I immediately mumbled something about going to do cardio, and y'all I ran like a friggin demon for 20 minutes, I was soooo pissed off!

Then, I left and talked to husband. After talking to him, I decided to call the gym manager and lodge a complaint. I will let you know what happens once I talk to him. I would hate to drop the "blog bomb" on him. That would be, "Excuse me sir, I am a VERY influential blogger, and I would really hate to have to blog about this experience." Ha! Oops, too late! But seriously, your thoughts and comments please. I am still trying to simmer down!

Deathtrap

Y'all-this is a freaking deathtrap. Oh. I have such a dramatic story to share with you all. So, today I had to go get an MRI on my wrist. I must have been HIGH to agree to this. When the orthopaedist suggested it, I was all like, "Sure, yah, great-let's find the problem!" And he was all like, "OK, so you've had one, you're okay with this??" And I'm all, "Sure, yah, go for it-I've had something like this done before." (That would be a CT SCAN from when I thought I had kidney stones-I now know the difference!!! One is a coffin, the other is a doughnut.)

Y'all, I'm not gonna lie-IT.WAS.AWFUL! I think I blacked out. So, I get changed into scrubs, go into the giant magnet room and lay on the tray thing-all the while, not noticing what is behind me. I'm like, "Sweet, I can take a nap!" They arranged me and told me to put my headphones on (so I could hear some bullsh** 80's breakout songs) and then they pushed this button and I started going in this coffin thing. IT.WAS.AWFUL. I immediately freaked-I had to get out. I couldn't stand it-and it was going to take THIRTY MINUTES. No m'am. Now I am not claustrophobic, or at least I thought I wasn't. They had to talk me off the ledge. I was like, "Can't you put me in the other way? Is this the only way to see my wrist? Does this qualify me for a sedative? Blah, blah, blah" Finally, they had to give me a blindfold and tell me they would talk to me throughout the MRI-I was praying NONSTOP for God to chill me out. It was ridic. And the bad thing is, I was so nervous, my hands must have been shaking, because at one point, the lady had to REDO a part of it because of my movements. Blech-I was nauseous, I thought I might throw up in the coffin. Ugh, it's still giving me the willies. And do you know what is awesome-I will probably need another one on my right wrist. NO THANKS-I will deal with it. Has anyone else had this problem? I think I may be having issues in my "advanced age." :D The thought of a cave or other thing like that sends me OVER THE EDGE. Gah, drama much?

Oh, Miley...

You've done it again. Not only to teens and tweens alike, but alas, to me and the hubs. We are so deeply in like with your new song "Party in the USA," we cannot stop singing to each other. "Noddin' my head like yeah," "Movin' my hips like yeah."

Yeah, we dig it. Keep the hits comin'. And for all you out there who haven't fallen in love with the HIGHLY addicting hit, check it out!

For the Love!

I am about to LOSE IT on some insurance peeps-srsly! I need a freakin' assistant to handle all of the BS insurance things I have to go through. Last night, Husby got the mail, and there were 3 letters in it-all from the HOSPITAL-
1. One for me for $14,000 for my business
2. One for Baby E for $2,500 for her business
3. One for $500 for my gestational diabetes class that was PRE APPROVED.

And 2 letters from INSURANCE-
1. We need your baby's social security number-HELLO, she is 12 days old-I don't have it yet!
2. Something else I can't remember, but I'm sure it was BS.

Now, the diabetic BILL is the kicker! The other ones will resolve themselves via insurance (but I sure as H don't like getting "billed" for them-it just stresses a woman out!) The diabetic class is about to put me in an early grave! Before going, I called insurance to make sure it was covered-it was. I go to the class, and then about a month later get a bill from the hospital. I call them, and they tell me they have submitted it and it is not being paid for. WTF?

I call my OB and talk to the billing lady (we're practically BFF's) and she's all like, "WTF?" I call insurance, and they say it is coded as something like a nutrition class, which is NOT covered. Oh for the love people, it is a nutrition class on GESTATIONAL DIABETES-it is always covered!
Now they are really pissed because I still haven't paid it-I am going to have to get on the phone tomorrow and deal with this, while keeping Baby E happy. All while extremely emotional, and trying not to cry to people who DON'T care!

Rah to the rah! Does anyone else have these types of problems? I really want to hire someone to deal with this shizzle for me, because I am about at my flippin' wit's end!
Thanks for listening to the rant!