So my b-day was kinda crappy....

it started out pretty good. Got up, my hip hurt like hell, but i was breathing good, got a good night sleep. So i left with mom to go on her rounds. Cause i didn't wanna mope in my bed all day....cause that's just so not cool. i moped the day before, and really didn't want to do it again.

So round 1:30 that afternoon...that migraine i had had for three days straight came back... Well we start putting a few things together. Its cause i am dehydrated. Tends to happen when I take Claritin regularly... Not to mention you loose double the amount of water from breathing when you have a cold/flu/Respiratory infection...was something i didn't know, till my doctor told me. I guess my brain never really thought about how you loose water through out the day....anyway..

Well unfortunately when i get migraines...they don't go away, even if i fix the problem...So we get me some gatoraide, since me and poweraide are not on speaking terms... So i still need either meds or cold packs to get rid of it...-.- Well for three days cold packs did nothing..but the Advil Migraine fixed it..so we go on the great hunt for meds of goodness.

no luck every freaking pharmacy was out...WTF? Was there some mass rush of omg i must have Advil Migraine?

So i pass out in the truck. My body dose this to try and cope with the pain levels. You know my hip hurts, my back is always in pain...so when a migraine hits i generally just shut down.

Finally round 7:30 that night we go to walmart...pick up more Gatoraide and some Advil migraine...Also by this time Ripley has soaked through all the pants we had in the truck...>.> so we call my brother, Andy, and go when John gets home, can you two meet us at Walmart with some clothes for Rip, and we'll figure out where I want to go for my b-day.

Well unknown to us, mom left her phone in the truck, but i had mine on me...so no biggie. Well we get back to the truck and are like omg we missed a call on mom's phone..Andy, so we call him back. I talk to him since mom was coughing up a set of lungs...>.> So i say, Hey andy, what did you need? and then all i get from him is yelling how me and mom were to busy talking on the fucking phone to answer him, cause he couldn't find Ripley's basket of clothing. and how the cats and dog are making him sick and Rawr RAWR RAWR! needless to say...i hung up and pissed him off more....

ok for one...its my fucking b-day. for two...IT'S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!....for three....I am preggers and due any mother fucking day.. i don't need to be yelled at!

So we go to the Cheesecake Factory...i told mom over and over that i know we can't really afford this, we don't have to go, i can eat someplace else...But we go anyway. So we park the truck and my brother, John comes over, and is all, well i finally got him calmed down after she(meaning me) upset him so much. Then proceeds to inform mom, We have to move Andy into Ripley's room and that was the end of it, cause we have to "fix" Andy. You cannot help someone who dose not want it...FYI

Ok..Andy kicks and throws Rip's toys around, as if they were trash...Andy disrespected me when we lived in Dallas by trashing my room. When i freely was like, umm you can sleep in my room so you can stay away from the cats and all... There is no way in hell i am letting him have my kids' room. Where am i suppose to put Rip? She goes to bed at 9pm-10pm...no one else in this house goes to bed then...So i guess i am suppose to move her, and my soon to be newborn into my room....So that like every 2-4 hours the newborn can wake up not only me and Santos..but Ripley too...cause a sleep deprived Toddler is such a great thing to deal with...also it promotes a healthy development...amirite?

So in other words, no Ripley will not be losing her room. He is not going to get any chance of fucking up the development of my children, nor get a chance to trash that room.

So We go into the Cheesecake Factory, wait for ever to get seated, but that was ok. there were a butt load of people! so We get seated and all...and then it happens...mom asked Andy if he has figured out what he wants. his Reply 'I don't know, i can't fucking see!" ....then belly acing about how he can't find a chiropractor...His back hurts so bad he can barley walk...umm..i have yet to see this...he walks like normal...he doesn't have a job, doesn't have this...I'd never pay for a 25$ meal ever! baw baw baw baw baw....

So thankfully Ripley needs to be changed. mom comes with me, and i am like, i really wished i wouldn't have invited him to my b-day dinner...and i don't think i want him there next year. I love my brother but he did this last year... i am just tired of being disrespected all the time. So we get back to the table. rip is sleepy..since its like almost 11pm...What happens when kids get sleepy...They get fussy.. So what do we do with a crying child? YELL AT IT IN A RESTAURANT OF COURSE!....he yells at her to shut up...i wanted to reach over the table and slap him...-.- its like...really?

So on the way home, i am ranting about how i feel to mom. since i don't want to start anything when we get home... So mom gose into the room and Andy is all bitching and complaining about not being able to breathe and baw baw baw....needless to say mom has not be able to breath for two weeks..and me for almost a month... So mom opens her mouth...and ends up peeing in his post toastees...

so now i am making myself happy by eating Cherry Cheesecake..and a full belly of beef ribs...

/endrant