Quinn Michael

Baby Quinn

Born around 11:00 PM November 24th, 2006. He is 8 pounds 1 oz. He has a fever and the cord was wrapped around his neck. His breathing is labored. The doctors think he will be fine, Chelsie is doing well, I am sure she is anxious about her son. Donald fainted and threw up. Ahh Fatherhood.
I am not at work, I want to see my daughter and new grandson. I called my field supervisor, and she said she would cover for me. SO Lumpy and I have a date tomorrow at 11:00 PM OR as we say 2300. The jerk will never know what hit him. WEll he might.

HA late for work

Baby Quinn is crowning, last I heard, Janelle isn't home so I cannot leave. So my unpleasant descent into hell with lumpy has been postponed till further notice.
I shall go to work after Baby Quinn arrives, and The fat spoiled Dykeeni is making me nuts. She doesn't want anything, so she is yelling and I am holding her, bouncing her, talking to her, feeding her, giving her drinks out of a cup, but she wants to throw my cell phone to the cell phone eater.

Bc is dialated to a four

labor is going slow for chelsie. She already has an epideral, her sister is there with her, and I am home with the CHILDREN, who are driving me nuts.

I am working graveyard tonight with Rock for brains, we shall see how it all goes, but I suspect working with him will not be my favorite thing.

Wednesday before Thanksgiving

AHH I need to get into the shower, I am taking Paul to Securitas to fill out a job application. He is a bit shaky about job interviews and I am offering moral support.
We are going into the lion's den. "He" will not like me showing up with another man. I haven't told Paul. I haven't told Steve that we are coming either, I am hoping to weasel through this with my usual finesse. I want to help Paul, but I do not want to see the fire burning in Steve's eyes when I am there.
Then tonight, I am working a prisoner watch at the hospital, the upside is I get to wear civilian clothes not the stupid Securitas clown outfit.
Soon my son and I will be taking my horrible cell phone eating dog and moving into our own place. Paul said he would like to help me look. I will take any help I can get.
I need a two bedroom, that allows pets and is relatively cheap. GOOD LUCK!

Anyway

I will take you anyway I can have you baby.

I will cheat

I will dance in front of the full moon. Fill a champagne

glass with moonlight, and drink it while whispering your name.

I will draw your name in the sand and let the tide take it out

I would, to keep you with me.

I would make a pact with the wind, and renounce my beliefs

I know we knew each other before somehow,

because you feel like home to me

this comes from my heart,

I am not good with words

I don't understand poetry.

I don't have to.

History Repeating itself

My passionate nature is messing me up again. Another attached man, another strange pulling at my heart strings. I don't care if: (Insert all the lines married men use) Creep, Jerk, Sweet waster of words. the one who is manifesting the war in me doesn't have a vital arguement.
ALONE remember alone is good.
All the reasons why not loom in my foggy brain, then he smiles at me and calls me "Lady" and I am finished arguing, till I am alone again.
I went out on a lunch date yesterday with my friend.
Jerk in question didn't like it. I said, "There is no 'we' till there is no wife" I am not going to be responsible for causing some one's pain if I can help it. Whether she deserves it or not remains to be seen and isn't my judgement call. As all of us single women know; NO MATTER HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS OR CHARMING,THERE IS SOMEONE AT HOME TIRED OF PUTTING UP WITH HIS SHIT.
He seems like no other, and he seems so like me, and he seems so wonderful, and he seems so out of reach.