Today sucks.

My new parrot, Emma, bit the hell out of my on Friday, so I have nice puncture wounds on my hand and finger.. She then proceeded to scream quite a bit this weekend and lunge at me through the cage when I walked by..
Then.. I notice that a $160 deposit in cash that we made to the bank on Friday afternoon has not posted. Come to find out-- they can't find it. Yep, you read that right.. The bank cannot find the $160 cash deposit that was made. Even though I have a receipt. I've talked to five different people and faxed over a copy of the receipt this morning. I'm giving them another hour and will call them again.. and continue until I get my money put into the account. Their response, "Oh, well, if it causes anything to bounce, we will refund the ofterdraft fees..." That's not the point here! I shouldn't be waiting on my money to be found and correctly put into my account.
Then, when I came into work this morning, I realized that I had left my leftovers from lunch on Friday at my desk. Carrots, Broccoli, and Cauliflower with rice. So, it naturally caused an odor. My fault. I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I just forgot to grab it as I walked out the door on Friday. So all morning long, that's all anyone is talking about.. how I stunk the place up.. how much it stinks. Lysol has been sprayed and candles are lit. It's really not that bad. Can we move on now?
Lastly, I just got off the phone with a difficult customer. He is claiming to have not received e-mails that I sent him about an issue.. Even went on to say that I may have e-mailed him, but.. I don't like being told that I didn't do something, when I know I did. So, I not so nicely, told him that I would forward him the e-mails that have already been sent to him, along with another one.. He claims to never have gotten them. Then how did I get a return receipt each time he read them? Hmmm.. And I'm the dumb one.
As you can tell.. I'm in a terrible mood. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want anyone talking to me. Can I just go home? ..But then I'd have to deal with Emma. It's a lose, lose situation today.

Another step down the path.

I haven't blogged recently-- there hasn't been too much to say. I went to the Dr. about two weeks ago because I have still not ovulated/had a period. I explained to her that we are not wanting to get really aggressive about it again until September. That way if, by some chance, I got pregnant right away, I wouldn't be due until after I graduate. She put me on Prometrium to see if it would produce a bleed-- nothing. I didn't think it would. Provera didn't work so I didn't have much confidence that this would. She wanting me to start Clomid (fertility drug) in September, but I have to have a bleed first-- so that seems to be our problem at the moment. We've got until September to igure it out, so I guess that's a bonus.

I then went in last week because I was having severe pain on my left side. I had an ultrasound, urine analysis, and pelvic exam. My normal Dr. wasn't in, so I had to see another Dr. She kept saying things that were incorrect (don't think she read my chart) and I had to correct her.. So, that didn't make me feel too good or have much confidence in what she was telling me.
During the pelvic exam, she pushed on my left ovary and it hurt really bad.. But then she said that during the ultrasound, she didn't see anything abnormal. She wanted me to go for a CT Scan, but I didn't want to because I knew it was my ovary. She said I could have had a ruptured cyst and if that was the case, the pain would stop in a few days.. Well, I went throught the weekend and the pain was a little less and now is gone. I am really glad I didn't go for all the extra stuff she wanted me to. That would have just been more $$$ owed for crap I didn't need.

Christian is going for his SA on Thrusday.. It's going to be much easier than we orginally thought, so the whole process isn't that big of a deal anymore. It's just waiting on the results. I don't know what we'd do if the results weren't good. Realistically, I know what we would do treatment wise, but I am talking emotionally/mentally. We don't need anything else going against us.

I started school again-- Anatomy night classes. I'm in class Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday from 6-9pm. I hate the class- with a passion. But I have no choice. I've got to do well in it. There's just so much information and so little time to absorb it all. It's only an 10 week class and we are covering things that would typically be covered in a 20 week course. I normally work well under pressure, so I'm hoping this will help me along. Unfortunatately, with mine and Christian's schedules for school, we will only see each other Friday evenings and then the weekends- at least for the next 10 weeks.

It's Friday.. Thank God.

This week has gone by relatively fast, but I am still thankful that it's Friday. We've got plenty of plans this weekend. I'm taking my sister to church this evening, my brother's staying the night with us, we're taking him to his drum lessons in the morning, we're going to the community picnic, and meeting friends for fireworks in the evening. Then Sunday, my brother has two soccer games and we're going out to eat for his birthday, which was earlier this week. Busy weekend.
The mother in law sent me a message this morning-- thanking me for her pajamas that were given to her for Mother's Day. I thought about 1) ignoring the comment or 2) writing back a smart ass remark that they were not from me-- they were from her darling son and him alone. But I took the high road (yet again-- I'm up a zillion to none) and reponded with a short "You're welcome." That women grates of my ever loving nerves. I know why she's trying to have contact with me after 10 months.. her daugter (which would be my wonderful sister in law) is on the verge of getting engaged. And I'm sure that mother in law thinks that if she begins talking to me now, that everything will be perfict for her darling baby's wedding. Fat chance lady. It'll be a miracle if I even go. And if I do, I will not be speaking to you. Can't you tell I love my Husband's family? Ha.
On to an update on Maggie, my gas station dog.. I stopped by this morning to visit, but she hadn't decided to grace us with her presence yet. I spoke with the gas station lady, who has now been idetified as Sandy. She is so overwhelmingly happy and appreciative that I am trying to help Maggie out. Sandy has been feeding her for some time now and would love for her to have a home. This wouldn't be as much of a problem if it weren't for the fact that Maggie is so scared of people that it's going to be hard to catch her. I dropped off two bags of dog food, along with bowls, and a note with my phone number, in case Sandy needs me for anything before I go visit them again.
I've got people who have offered to transport to a home once one is found, but the problem is first finding her a foster and getting her vetting done. The Husband is probably going to kill me, but at this point, if a few weeks or so goes by, we may have to foster her. I can't leave her out on the street, knowing that she needs help. But I do promise you this-- I'm not doing this again. Not until I have a big ass house, with plenty of space for a dog to be fostered. Trust me, I really do not feel like fostering right now, but at the same time, I can't leave her out there.. How can I not help when I know there is a need for it? Some may feel this is a good attribute to have, but at this point it almost feels like a flaw in my character.. I know that there is a need, so I feel that I need to help resolve it.

Can my life ever be simple?

Another day.. another dollar.

Saw little Maggie (as I'm calling her) again today.. Stopped by the gas station on my way into work and was met with strange stares as I parked to the side and got out of the car, carrying a container of dog food. I spotted her, standing in the middle of the busy parking lot.. looking lost. What amazes me is how all of these people can just walk by her and not pay her an ounce of attention. No greeting to her, no remarks on how they feel bad for her. I mean, seriously.. is that what this world has come to? That we honestly don't give a shit about an animal that is suffering? Maybe I am in the minority here, but it seriously breaks my heart. If I have the ability to help, then I'm going to. And I have made this my mission...
I've e-mailed an animal rescue group here in Nashville and am waiting on a reply.. I going to search for some others to see if they can help me. I'm willing/wanting to continue to feed her and try to gain her trust.. Once I reach that goal, I would like to take her to a rescue that can find her a good home.
I thought about her last night as I was laying in bed with my two boys.. They were both cuddled up on the blankets and Coop, resting his head on the pillow.. Bailey prefers to sleep at the bottom. It makes me so sad because at one time, that was Bailey. Homeless-- no where to go to receive love.
So, wish me luck with this and I hope that I gain her trust soon. I want to shorten the length of time that she's out there wandering the streets. And as cliche as this sounds-- spay and neuter your animals. It would help to cut down on helpless animals with no homes.

Day One of Rescue Stray Dog a Success!

There's a stray dog over by my work that frequents the parking lot of a gas station. I went in Friday and spoke with the people to confirm that she's a stray. I let them know my intentions of coming by each morning and feeding her and eventually trying to catch her and get her into a foster, etc.
So, I went out and bought some additonal food to keep in my car for her.. This morning it took me a few minutes to spot her, but finally did. She is very scared and will not let anyone come even remotely close to her. The closest you can get is literally maybe 50 feet away.
I showed her the food and tried to coax her over, but that was a no go.
So, I set the food on the sidewalk and walked out of sight where I could watch her. She slowly made her way over to the food, grabbed the side of the plastic container it was in, and took off with it.
She walked along the side of the gas station, into a grassy area, where she was away from everyone, and chowed down on the food! :)
I was so glad that she ate it! Now.. let's just hope that as I continue to do this, she'll eventually let me get closer.

Good News (if you can call it that)

I got into the evening A&P class that I needed. I kept checking and someone dropped and there was one lonely spot available. I don't think I've ever raced so fast to put a number into the registration page on the computer to secure my spot. So, I've got it.. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays will be school nights for me for eight weeks during my sumer "break". Which also adds to the fact that Chrsitian and I will see each other one night during the week. And the boys will not be able to continue on with daily evening walks. Which means that I should get up in the morning to take them. But I don't know if I can pry my eyes open any earlier. We shall see.

Getting ready to go to lunch with coworkers. Mexican food can always cheer me up.

My life is great..

Ugh. I am annoyed-- beyond belief. Well, I was getting ready to start this blog with this weekend's events, but I just had a coworker come up to me and say, "So, Ryann.. Any plans on kids soon?" I hesitated for a moment and then just looked at her and said, "I have fertility problems." That, of course, made it a weird situation and she responded with, "Oh, I didn't know that. Well, I guess there's really no rush though is there.. I mean, with you being in school and isn't C (husband) in school as well." So then we had a short little chat on when we graduate, etc.
I mean, seriously.. Is it acceptable to ask when someone is going to have kids. Maybe I am just ultra sensitive today, but don't ask me about kids. I feel like a bitch, but seriously..

I also found out that I have to take A&P this summer or I'm dropped from my OT program-- with one semester and clinicals until graduation. And of course, all classes are booked. I spoke with my OT director and there's nothing she can do to help. Her advice was to look into other schools to take this class, since it has to be completed this semester. I called and found that the purge date is May 15th, which means that at 12:01am on May 16th, anyone who didn't pay gets dropped from their class and there may be a spot left. Which means that I will be setting my alarm to get up at 12:00am to see if I can snatch an open spot. I'll be damned if I have to go to another school to take this class.. like they will have any open slots anyway.

I'm sorry, but I have having a "my life sucks" day. Oh, and to top everything off, the tax thing that everyone is getting.. Yeah, according to the schedule, we were to have ours transmitted into our account no later than May 2nd-- well, we never saw it. Not that it really matters anymore because if we get it, $300 goes to the boys to get their yearly shots and then $400 goes to pay for this bullshit class I have to take. Woo Hoo for me! My life is great...