Kennedy' Ophthalmologist Appt

Kennedy and I went to the ophthalmologist yesterday. We went a little early so we could be on time. Her appointment was at 9:30 a.m.

We checked in and sat down and watched videos without much sound. It was REALLY loud in there besides. Kennedy checked out the play room but wasn't much interested in that. We looked at a few books but they were kinda kiddy books. There was one about planets (we thought) but only the first and middle pages were very educational. The rest of it was a bear telling us a bunch of stuff you can do on earth. I think we already know that after 8 years of being here. I tried to make her read a book about dinosaurs but she would NOT. I kept threatening to make her read it and she would just laugh at me.

We 10 minutes, maybe less, to see the nurse. She did a few simple eye tests with the eye machine thingy adjusted to her old prescription. I explained that Kennedy lost her glasses and we hadn't bought new glasses in anticipation of this appointment and her new prescription. She did pretty well with the right eye but the left eye was pretty bad.

We sat in the waiting room for a while longer. We were getting impatient as we had already done everything that was offered to us. We were both starving and Kennedy kept telling me we should just go down to the cafeteria and I told her we couldn't because we would miss her appointment.

The OTHER nurse finally called us back and we waited a minute for the Dr. Kennedy was making strange and loud noises. I think she must have been getting nervous or something. I told her people were trying to work around here and if I could hear them outside the door (and I could) that they could probably hear her. I told her she was going to be embarrassed when someone besides me came to tell her to shut up. Then the just said, "We have to dilate your eyes." So the nurse came back and put the drops in. I guess this is kind of uncomfortable. Kennedy didn't "make a noise" and the nurse asked her if it hurt so she must have thought she missed her eye.

We went back to the terrible waiting room. We were getting so grumpy. When Kennedy's eyes started to dilate she complained that she couldn't see very well. She wanted to see what they looked like so she went to the bathroom twice to try to see but she couldn't. I kept forgetting and I asked her about something on her pants and she got frustrated and said, "I CAN'T SEE, REMEMBER?" I almost burst into tears it was so pathetic. She said, "I can't even READ!" Oh it was so sad.

The Dr. called us back and looked in her eyes. He said that her prescription was "much different," for each eye and had changed quite a bit but that it was not like it was getting worse or anything bad was happening. He gave us a new prescription and then they wrangled us into making a new appointment in 3 months. Kennedy was picking her sticker and I had to tell her what they were. SAD! Then when we were in the car she had to ask me which way it went so she could put it on. OH NO ALMOST BURSTING INTO TEARS! Oh it was so pathetic I couldn't even stand it.

The doctor gave her those crazy sunglasses and she just hated them because they made her look like a dork. So of course I made her take a picture in them. I had to remember this terrible day!

Her eyes were still dilated last night before she went to bed. It was crazy. They were even still dilated this morning. So I took a picture of that too.

Financial Assistance and Griping about the Government (MAD AGAIN!)

I applied again for Food Stamps and Financial assistance because my hours have been cut A LOT and because 2 different idiots that my mom talked to said that they are more lenient in the last months of your pregnancy. The idiots also said to make sure to EXPLAIN that Nate isn't contributing ALL of his income to the household, that he is just paying half of the bills.

I'm about to murder my mother. She has made me fill out that damn application about four damn times in my life. I keep telling her I make too much and she sits and makes me feel like a fool because I'm not asking for help. STUPIDLY I let her intimidate me saying, "You just hate to jump through hoops. [The people] TOLD me [this is how it works]." Even though I argue that I don't see [the people] that she talked to behind the desk or even in the same office, I just fill out the stupid thing again and get all excited like she MIGHT be right. I fill out the THREE PAGE application, get all of my financial documents together and wait 20 minutes just to get someone to answer the phone for the application completion interview just to have another idiot lady tell me what I already knew. I'm RICH obviously.

Of course the idiots were wrong. I told the interview lady three times about Nate's income on the phone. I explained my pay cut to them three times. The lady said you have to be impoverished and basically have an income of $0.00.

So, because I have a house payment and a car payment, the government will not help me eat. I guess I should quit my job, sell my house and strive to be homeless and jobless so that the government will assist me. What kind of a bunked up system is THIS?! Who honestly has NO income and manages to come in to apply for this assistance? It makes me wonder who could POSSIBLY qualify? Who are they helping there?

My mom is obviously insane by the pure definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. It's just like when I get a sore throat. My mother is CONVINCED that it's strep throat EVERY TIME. I tell her and tell her it's not but she drags me to the doctor and pays to get a culture anyway, and WHATTYA KNOW! It's NEVER STREP THROAT! I'm gonna kill her.

Video Camera Sadness

Ok, I don't understand why everything has to be so complicated. In this day and age of technological advancement it is just inconceivable.

My mom and I went to Sam's Club to get a video camera. I was talking to the man about the difference between two camera's. He sad one had a tape and one had a mini DVD. I could NOT imagine that there were still camera's that had tapes, so I figured he must have no idea what he was talking about. I asked him why I would pay more for it to automatically make a DVD when I could just hook it up directly to my computer and burn my own? He just agreed and said nothing.

So we get it home and I'm ASTONISHED that it actually takes a TAPE. A TAPE. Like, a dinosaur would have more use for this tape. I still didn't care because we bought a memory card for it and I figured, OK, no problem. I don't NEED this tape, I can just use this optional memory card that we paid EXTRA for. Oh what a RIDICULOUS idea! Absolutely will not record ANY video without this TAPE. I'm thinking at this point the guy actually DID know what he was talking about. But...

Friday night we're at Curtis and Heather's house and the kids decide to write a song and perform it. This time there song is about Kennedy: "My grandma Ethel," and Leila: "My dad's grandma." They love to talk about their grandma's that died. I have no idea what that is all about. This is pretty typical, but Kennedy usually gets too nervous and laughs so much she can't finish it and Leila just gets frustrated and yells at her. Leila is very serious.

Nate decided to "produce" their play this time. He had them write their song down with their parts so they knew when to sing them and he gives them a little choreography and they practice. This time they ACTUALLY get through it! It was SO cute. Curtis recorded it but then Nate told them he wanted to record it the next day with our DIGITAL RECORDER and put it on YouTube. The kids love YouTube, so of course they are so excited they can't stand it. They get all dressed up and put on tons of this hideous black eyeshadow and obsess about it ALL Saturday. After the filming was complete Nate did a "behind the scenes" segment and he told me Leila says, "If you liked what you saw go to www.LeilaandKennedy.com!" Hahaha. She asked me if the website would be named after them. I laughed at her and she didn't think it was very funny.

So we get the thing done, go to hook it to the computer..........NOPE! WILL NOT TRANSFER TO THE COMPUTER! You may be thinking how stupid I am, but the damn thing says it is a freakin' digital recorder right on it. And I'm reading the manual and it says you can do this. I installed the software and there's a button RIGHT on the screen that says, "Import from Tape" where you just play the tape through the computer and record it with the software. It just says it can't find it. SO I GIVE UP! I'm taking this piece of crap back and getting a new one. Thank you very much, Sam's Club Idiot. SO mad. Again. Hahaha. Always somethin' makin' me mad.

First Post

This thing is scary. I don't know how to work it. This is my first attempt. MySpace has made me extremely lazy. I'm sure it will be fine and I will get better.

Anyways, I had better at least start. I can't wait to have pictures of Ethan to post. I've posted a countdown so you can all keep track of him.

Here is is first ultrasound. Yay for no fading!

Let me tell you about a sad story. I scrapbooked Kennedy's whole life but I stopped when I moved and now I have no idea where the damn book is. I'm SO devastated. I think about it every day. SO MAD!!! What a waste. I never did journal in it though. I regret that. But I'm discouraged to scrapbook now. I've kind of decided that it's too expensive and cluttered anyway. Oh yeah, and I NEVER print out my pictures. Ha! I love how digital photography has made it so easy to store your pictures chronologically. That's the best part, I think.

Oh. Another sad story. One of the reasons that I was so miserable when I was married was because Scott's stupid friend was always sleeping on our couch and breaking stuff. It might have been less annoying for him to sleep on my couch if he ever BATHED. No really, he was the worst hygiene case ever. He smelled like the elephant cage at the zoo. There are still BB holes in the wall where he was doing a little target practice with things on a shelf above the mantle. ??? Who does that?! Well one night he decided to get drunk and tape over Kennedy's birth. Wow. I'm just full of frustration!!! Hopefully things go better for Ethan's keepsakes.