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  • Sunday, April 30, 2006

    On Having A 14-Month-Old & A Newborn...

    What the HELL was I thinking? Yeesh.

    I'm not Superwoman and I don't want the title. I just want to get by. That's all. I just want to survive.

    And don't give me some bullshit about it getting easier eventually. That doesn't help me now. The point is that it's hard right now. The future is of no concern to me. I just want to survive the moment I'm in.

    That's all. Oh...and sleep...that's important, too. Duh. Too bad it only exists in Baby Jack's bedroom.

    Calgon, take me away...Heh...

    Saturday, April 29, 2006

    Taking Notes On What Works Best...

    Today was my first day alone with both children since Baby Liv was born exactly three weeks ago. I wasn't really alone, though. Blondie is back from her housesitting/dogsitting gig, so she was my back-up if it got too rough for me to handle.

    I successfully put Baby Jack down for his nap. Putting him in the crib wasn't a problem. Making it up the stairs with him was a challenge, though. I felt some pulling and tugging at the site of my incision, so I just took my time getting him up there. He slept for over three hours, too, which allowed me to get some rest since Baby Liv was up nearly all night long last night. It was, to say the least, one of our rougher nights with her. Fortunately, Baby Jack slept through it all.

    Tomorrow, when I put Baby Jack down for his nap, I'll have to remember to make his lunch (and cut it up) before I take my own nap with Baby Liv. If Blondie hadn't been here to feed Baby Jack, I would've had a very tough time nursing Baby Liv and cutting up Baby Jack's food to feed him in his highchair. Must. Remember. What. Works.

    Where there's a will, there's a way.

    Friday, April 28, 2006


    Baby Jack's newest favorite phrase is, "Uh-Oh!" He says it every single time he throws something across the room (which is pretty much every single minute he's awake). It makes me giggle because not only does he know what he's saying, he knows exactly when to say it. If we're feeding him and some food gets on his lap, he says, "Uh-Oh!" If he does something he knows he's not supposed to do, he says that phrase, as well. And I know how he learned it; from me.

    Boy, am I glad I didn't swear every time he threw something. Although, it would be kind of funny to hear him say, "Shit!" The novelty of it, however, would wear off quickly and I wouldn't want him to yell that word in public.

    I think it's incredibly cute to hear this little guy running around saying, "Uh-Oh!" I guess you just have to be there.

    Thursday, April 27, 2006

    I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends...

    Last night was a better night. Baby Liv was up at 11:15 p.m., 2:30 a.m., and 5:15 a.m. And that's doable to me. She still makes freaky baby noises like grunting, growling, and other noises accompanied by stretching. I have to get used to this. She did, however, spit up in bed, which alarmed me a little because she was on her back. She's getting better at burping, though. Thank goodness!

    It seems like a lot of my posts are about Liv and Jack lately. That's okay with me. They are my life and what you read is real. I'm glad to have this blog as an outlet.

    I hope all of you are doing well. Thanks for all your encouragement and kind wishes. Life is quite an adventure for me lately.

    Wednesday, April 26, 2006


    Here are some updates for you. For the sake of time, this entry is in bullets. Forgive me.

    1. Baby Jack is the only one in this house who gets any sleep anymore. Baby Liv is usually up all night long; if she's not making freaky baby noises, she's nursing. If she's not nursing, she's pooping. And no one but Jack is getting any rest. I try to nap when Jack naps and Liv seems to nap at the same time as him. Hubby, however, goes to work a zombie most days.

    2. There is no more blackberry jam. It's been like this for several days and I didn't want to jinx it. I forgot that breastfeeding contracts your uterus a million times faster, so maybe that's what was happening before; lots of blood and clots all at once followed by peace. Let's hope it stays this way.

    3. I gave Baby Jack a beautiful haircut yesterday. He officially doesn't look like he's in an 8o's hair band anymore. I also gave Hubby a buzz cut. Both look good; now I need to do something with my own hair instead of putting it in a ponytail all the time. I know it'll be forever before I actually get around to doing anything about it.

    4. Blondie will be back home on Friday night from her housesitting/dogsitting gig. It'll be nice to have her back. I've missed her and Java has missed Linus.

    5. I'm feeling better, but I still feel overwhelmed. I don't know what else to say. I have a terrible feeling that my children will eat me alive once I'm alone with them both. It's nice to have family support and help, but all good things must end. I dread it and it makes me scared. I just haven't figured out how I'm going to manage both of these children, especially on what little sleep I get each night. Next week is going to be a bitch.

    That's all. I know that the newborn period is the hardest. I really just want to get through it with at least part of my sanity intact and be able to retain what's left of Amy. Motherhood is the loneliest and toughest job in the world, but I really am grateful for it.

    Tuesday, April 25, 2006

    Out Of The Mouths Of Babes...

    A friend of mine sent me this little snippet. I thought it was funny enough to post here. Enjoy! Kids really do say the funniest things!

    MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was.
    Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any
    more. Melanie said, "If you don't remember you have to
    look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to

    STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom goodnight. "I
    love you so much, that when you die I'm going to bury
    you outside my bedroom window."

    BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a
    painkiller. She tried in vain to take the lid off the
    bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it
    was a childproof cap and she'd have to open it for
    her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked:
    "How does it know it's me?"

    SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the
    hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again," she
    said, "It makes my teeth cough."

    Drew (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and
    asked: "How much do I cost?"

    MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were
    hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking
    his eyes off them, he asked his dad: "Why is he
    whispering in her mouth?"

    CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried.
    When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied,
    "I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get
    married. How will my wife fit in?"

    JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad
    read: "The man named Lot was warned to take his wife
    and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and
    was turned to salt." Concerned, James asked: "What
    happened to the flea?"

    TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an
    elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy
    looked at her for awhile and then asked, "Why doesn't
    your skin fit your face?"

    The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget.... this
    particular Sunday sermon..."Dear Lord," the minister
    began, with arms extended toward heaven and a
    rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we
    are but dust." He would have continued but at that
    moment my very obedient daughter (who was listening!)
    Leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her
    shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, what is butt dust?"

    Monday, April 24, 2006

    Jack's Thoughts On Politicians, In General...

    This photo needs no other caption but the title of this post. Baby Jack has quite a personality! It was a spur-of-the-moment photo that I just couldn't pass up. I just love having a camera within reach at all times.

    Sunday, April 23, 2006

    Holy Shit!...

    Since Baby Liv's entrance into this world was so dramatic (being one month earlier than expected and with complications) and my recovery from it is going to take longer than I thought, I reserve the right to brag about two things:

    A) I have no stretch marks from either one of my children's births. I do have a scar from my C-section, but no one will ever see it but Hubby. Heh...(Sidenote: If Liv had stayed in the final month of my pregnancy, I probably would've gotten them, but that is not the case now. How do you like me now, Beans?)

    B) For the first time since I've delivered Liv, I stepped on my scale last night and realized that I have lost every single one of the twenty-five pounds I gained with Liv within my first two weeks postpartum.
    (Sidenote: Again, if she had stayed inside the final month like she should've, I would've gained more, but again...that is not the case now.)

    So...there you have it. I won't rub it in anymore. Heh...

    Saturday, April 22, 2006

    I Don't Even Know Where To Begin...

    So much has been going on here lately. I just don't even know how to start off this post.

    The other day, I was passing what appeared to me to be an ungodly amount of blood in just a short period of time. I was running to the bathroom every minute for at least ten minutes, depositing my blackberry jam that you all love so much. It was after dinner at the time and by the time I'd gotten to my living room, I was already in a cold sweat. My mother-in-law was over watching Baby Jack and holding Baby Liv so I could run back and forth to the bathroom. While I sat on the couch next to her, everything got fuzzy and I told her I felt like I was going to pass out. I couldn't understand why. I waited for the feeling to subside and decided to take Liv with me to the spare bedroom to lie down. Well, by the time I made it halfway through the dining room, I'd passed out...with Baby Liv in my arms, both of us hitting the floor very, very slowly. My mother-in-law was there to make sure neither one of us got hurt and thank goodness for that. I wound up crawling to the spare room, curled up next to Baby Liv where I slept until Hubby came home. And the blackberry jam continued.

    The following day, I called my OB's partner because my OB was on vacation. He had me come to the hospital for bloodwork and called me with the results a few hours later. I am anemic now. He prescribed iron pills twice a day and a stool softener (yea). I feel a little better and the blackberry jam isn't quite as bad, but it's still unnerving to say the least. I don't remember it being this bad when I had Baby Jack.

    My OB's partner has told me to stay off my feet and in bed as much as possible. I haven't even been able to check my email until today, much less blog about this. I need to have minimal activity for the next week, too. Apparently, I was doing too much without even realizing it, hence the gushing blood. I just hope this ends soon. I can't stand it anymore.

    My Sister is also in town. She arrived late Friday night and spent lots of time with me and the kids yesterday. I missed her so much and she'll go back home tomorrow. She'll probably be over again later, so I'm looking forward to it. I hate to see her go. It's nice spending time with her.

    I've had a lot of family help and support this past week. I'm probably going to need it again next week, but we'll figure something out. I'm still not supposed to lift up Baby Jack, so I can't put him in his crib for a nap or bedtime and I can't put him in his highchair for his meals. I don't know how I'm going to do it. I just hope I get my strength back soon. It's very difficult for me to do nothing. I'm not used to it and I don't realize when I'm doing too much.

    So...that's it for today. I must go. Baby Liv is in need of a new diaper and is letting me know loud and clear. Heh...

    Oh, yeah. Liv has gained a whole pound in nine days. Hooray for my booby juice! I'm doing something right!

    Wednesday, April 19, 2006

    Entry In Bullets, For The Sake Of Time...

    *Baby Jack is sleeping in his crib in his own room successfully for the past week. Of course, now that I've put that in writing, he'll change his routine!

    *Baby Liv is an eating machine. Sometimes, she sleeps for a four or five hour stretch at night, giving me some relief from the constant nursing. Then, of course, she'll nurse every hour during the day. At least we're all getting sleep at night, for the most part.

    *Java is getting used to being #3 on our list of priorities. She's adjusted quite well to the new baby in the house.

    *Baby Jack is all personality lately. He makes faces at everyone; wiggles relentlessly when you're trying to take his clothes off or put them on; he "plays the banjo on his belly" when we let him run around in just a dipey. I call him "Banjo Belly" when he does that and when he hears me say it, he plays his "banjo belly" even more.

    *Baby Liv makes all kinds of noises for such a little thing. She coos; she grunts; she gives us the family "snarky look." She poops at least a dozen times a day, if not more. She's not really jaundiced anymore. She looks normal, not like she's been lying on the beach for a week. She also looks a little bigger to me, much more sturdy but still quite fragile. Her belly button stump fell off the other day, so she's officially her own person. Heh...

    *Hubby and I are settling into this growing family we've created. We're both doing well with establishing a new routine that works for us. By the time we get used to it, it'll be the end of summer and I'll have to go back to work. Such is the life...

    *I'm still shooting out blackberry jam from my crotch, but I'm hoping it ends soon (wishful thinking). At least I know it can't last forever. I still cry, though. And sometimes I don't even know why, it's just a combination of many things plus these hormones. Hopefully, that passes, too.

    *I'm grateful I don't have to go to work right now. Yeah, we'll be somewhat broke, but it's all for a good reason. And where am I going to go to spend money? Nowhere. And that's the best thing for me. All I need to worry about are my kids (plural!). At least my priorities aren't screwed up.

    *That's all for today. I hope your day goes smoothly. I'm going to relax and anxiously await the arrival of My Sister, who arrives in town tomorrow night. I hope to see her on Friday. There are so many hugs that need to be shared.

    P.S. I could care less about Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes having a little girl. I can guarantee my little girl is prettier, too, and not the least bit brainwashed! And I find it ironic that Brooke Shields had her little girl at the same hospital on the same day theirs arrived. I only wonder if they'll meet in the hallway. I can smell a catfight coming!

    Tuesday, April 18, 2006

    If It's Not One Thing...'s another. The following paragraph is not for those with sensitive stomachs.

    My afterpains seem to be gone, but the lochia is making me insane. I can't stand going anywhere near my bathroom anymore. I spent the better part of yesterday and the day before staring at pieces of yuck falling out of my cooter. The amount of blood is fucking crazy, too. Yeah, it was like this after Baby Jack, but it's amazing how much you forget and how quickly you forget about it. Ahhh...the joys of the aftermath of childbirth.

    It's times like these I wish I were a man. They have it easy. I'll take an unexpected boner anyday over the crap that's flying out of me every time I sit down to take a piss. Aaarrrggghhh...

    Monday, April 17, 2006

    Light Humor To Keep Me Sane...

    Entries in a Dog's Diary:

    7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
    8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
    9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
    Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
    2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
    3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
    4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
    6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
    7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
    8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
    9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
    11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!

    Entries in a cat's diary:

    Day 183 of my captivity ... My captors continued
    to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on
    fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.

    The only thing that keeps me going is the hope
    of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.

    Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my
    attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were
    walking almost succeeded. Must try this at the top of the stairs.

    In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
    oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite
    chair. Must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them
    the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and
    condescended about what a "good little cat" I was. Hmmm...make a note:
    this is not working according to "the plan."

    There was some sort of gathering of their
    accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I
    could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard
    that my "confinement" was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

    I am convinced the other captives are flunkies
    and maybe snitches.

    The dog is routinely released and seems more
    than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.

    The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an
    informant. She speaks with them regularly. I am certain she reports my
    every move. Due to her current placement in the metal container, her
    safety is assured.

    But I can wait; it is only a matter of time....

    Signed...the cat.

    SIDENOTE: I am very much a "dog person." I like their carefree way of thinking. Heh...

    Sunday, April 16, 2006

    Well-Fed And Well-Rested...

    Today is Easter Sunday, but we had our family dinner yesterday. It was just beautiful. My Mom, Dad, Brother, and Niece came over and did all the cooking and cleaning for Hubby and me. It was like a vacation to me. We had ham, asparagus, sweet potatoes, etc. You name it; it was on the table. And Baby Jack actually ate dinner for a change! He didn't have his usual bread and water because he wasn't being finicky. He had a captive audience who watched him eat with gusto!

    This morning, of course, his diaper was full of sweet potatoes and asparagus (which you really wanted to know about), but at least I know he ate well last night (with Hubby and me not having to tear out hair out in the process).

    I still dread Hubby going back to work tomorrow. I'll be left with Monster Jack a.k.a. Mr. Snarky Look, who will terrorize me, but I won't really be alone. My Dad will be here in the mornings to occupy Jack and my Mom will be here in the afternoons to relieve Dad. It'll be exactly what I need and I'll be more than grateful for it. It's not Liv who's going to wear me out as much as it will be Jack. He's a holy terror lately. He's definitely asserting his personality more and more each day. I call him Independent Jack. He throws more tantrums and has more meltdowns than he ever had before. Throw in a new baby and he's twice as miserable. My poor little guy... And I can't pick him up and cuddle him for quite a while, so it makes me sad.

    This, too, shall pass and we will all survive. And if I didn't have the support of my family, I'd be a goner, for sure. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how lonely I don't feel.

    Saturday, April 15, 2006

    If The Afterpains Don't Kill Me...

    ...I don't know what will. Sometimes they are unbearable and breathing through them just doesn't help at all. Don't even get me started on the lochia. Ahhh...the curse of a postpartum woman.

    It could be worse, though. At least I have a low transverse incision again and not a vertical one. I wouldn't want to look like I had an ass below my navel.

    And my legs are skinny again. And I can see my toes. And, really, I look pretty damn good for having a surgical birth one week ago today.

    And my knockers are huge. Heh...

    Friday, April 14, 2006

    Bear With Me... I get into some sort of groove here. Life has changed so rapidly over the last week that I'm finding myself not knowing if I'm coming or going sometimes. I will find some harmony at some point and be able to slide into some semblance of a routine, hopefully.

    I'm trying to figure out how I'll manage once Hubby goes back to work on Monday and it just weighs so heavily on me. I know it'll get easier with time; I just wish I had a magic wand to make it happen faster and with less stumbling along the way.

    Baby Liv had a doctor visit yesterday and a nurse came out for a home visit today. Everything is going just fine with both of us. Liv is thriving quite nicely, surpassing her birth weight already. Not bad for an exclusively breastfed baby! The nurse seemed to think that she was actually older than 36 weeks at birth based on her physical developmental signs. She doesn't have any tell-tale signs of a preemie. How about that?

    And I'll leave you with a picture of Baby Jack (and his "snarky" look) in his Cubs outfit. He says that the Cubs are going to kick Pittsburgh's ass today. And if you think any different, he'll throw that rock he has in his hand right at your head. THAT'S my boy!


    Wednesday, April 12, 2006

    Meet The Newest Addition To The Eatmisery Family...

    This is Liv Addison. She was born at 10:35 a.m. on April 8, 2006 by emergency C-section, at 36 weeks and 2 days gestation, after discovering that I was having a placental abruption (which occurs in less than one percent of all pregnancies). She weighed in at 5 pounds, 5 ounces and 18 inches long. And we are all very glad to be healthy and happy right now! Timing was crucial in her delivery, so I feel very lucky to be able to write this post right now. As of this moment, both of us are doing just fine.

    Despite her preemie status, however, she took to breastfeeding like a champ right away and was able to room-in with me during our three-day stay at the hospital. She needed no special care treatment. We both came home together yesterday afternoon and are in the process of adjusting to our new life together. Baby Jack is doing well, adjusting to his newest family addition, also. Papa and Java are doing great, too.

    I wanted to make sure I posted her picture as soon as possible. She has an eager audience, you know.

    Thank you for all your kind wishes, too. I'll post more details at a later time. Right now, however, I should rest. Recovering from major abdominal surgery, having a typical maniac 14-month-old, and having a four-day-old infant is harder than I ever thought it would be, emotionally and physically.

    I am happy and lucky and in love with my little Liv, too. Don't you just love that name? It fits her so well.

    Friday, April 07, 2006

    A Much-Needed Break...

    I am officially on Spring Break. I don't have to go back to teaching until April 17th and I'm ecstatic about it. After that, I only have to work for two weeks before my maternity leave begins. So, yeah...April is going to be a wonderful month for me.

    I saw my OB/GYN today and everything is going well for me, so far. Nothing is happening internally, so there's nothing to report on with that. I didn't gain any weight since last week, but I'm not upset about it or anything. I'm just glad that I haven't had to go through all the bullshit I went through last year when I was pregnant with Jack. I've had only one ultrasound with this baby, no nonstress tests, and no biophysical profiles. Since this OB/GYN did my C-section with Jack, he knows how much shit I was put through and he let me know from the get-go that he knew I'd been through a lot (with Dr. Dipshit); this time would be different. Thank goodness he's a good guy.

    I sure hope this baby doesn't arrive the week of April 17th, though. My OB/GYN will be out of town and I really don't want his knife-happy partner to bully me into another C-section so he doesn't have to miss his golf game. That's my only worry right now; that the baby will hold off on his/her arrival until the good doctor gets back.

    Let's hope my luck doesn't run out. This has been a great experience, so far.

    Thursday, April 06, 2006

    I Refuse To Believe This Is Real...

    I've already shared this picture and my opinion of it with many of you. I absolutely, positively think this is staged.

    I hope you break Tom's heart and scream your head off, Katie. I'm mentally giving you the middle finger right now.


    Wednesday, April 05, 2006

    Happy Birthday To My Lovely Sister!...

    Today is my Sister's birthday. I'd like to tell you a little bit about her.

    My Sister is:

    *a mother, a wife, a friend, a sister, an aunt, a nurse, a daughter, an avid "Xanadu" fan, a pumpkin-yumkin maker, a world traveler, educated in how the whole real estate business works all too well, double-jointed, one with an infectious laugh, one who coined The Star and The Enquirer as the "Family Bibles," one who can multitask to the nth degree, one who is smart enough to shave her dogs so she doesn't have to deal with dog hair as much, one who can sit back and think logically about any situation (even if she wants to respond emotionally), still madly in love with her husband of almost two decades, someone who has read more books than the average librarian, someone who collects kitchen gadgets, someone who you can count on, and much, much more...

    She says she is "defined by the people she loves" and "not really sure of what's going on at any given moment," but those statements aren't completely true. She knows everything; she just doesn't admit it. She can fix anything and she can give 110% into everything she tries to accomplish. She's no saint, but she's far from being a sinner. In fact, I tell her she's not mean enough. We're not polar opposites; we share a lot of common ground, more than we're even aware of. She's just not as bitchy as I am. She's the "nice" one.

    I love my Sister and I'm glad she's celebrating another year because the world would not be the same without her. She is everything to everyone who knows her well. And she is MY Sister. For that, I am very, very lucky. I couldn't have had a better one. Stop by her blog and send her birthday wishes today!

    Happy Birthday, Orphie! I love you! You are all up in my Kool Aid and you know exactly what flavor it is!

    Tuesday, April 04, 2006

    Extreme Bedhead...

    This is Baby Jack after a three-hour nap yesterday. He was eating lunch when I came home from work and I just had to snap this picture because of his out-of-control hair. I like to call this picture, "Extreme Bedhead." However, it was a toss-up between that and "Mad Scientist" and "Absent-Minded Professor."

    What caption would you have titled this picture?

    Monday, April 03, 2006

    How To Shower Like A Man...

    In seven minutes (maximum!), do the following:

    1. Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in
    a pile on the floor.

    2. Walk to bathroom wearing a towel. If you see your girlfriend/wife along
    the way, flash her.

    3. Turn on the water.

    4. Get in the shower.

    5. Don't bother to look for a washcloth; you don't use one.

    6. Wash your face.

    7. Wash your armpits.

    8. Wash your penis and surrounding area.

    9. Wash your ass.

    10. Shampoo your hair (with bar soap or regular shampoo if your wife/girlfriend buys it for you), but don't use conditioner (you never do).

    11. Make a shampoo mohawk.

    12. Open the door and look at yourself in the mirror.

    13. Pee.

    14. Rinse off and get out of the shower.

    15. Return to the bedroom wearing a towel, if you pass your
    girlfriend/wife, flash her.

    That's my funny for the day. Heh...

    Sunday, April 02, 2006

    Nesting Hard...

    Today, I've been cleaning like crazy. It's not that anything was ridiculously dirty. I figure I'm just nesting hard right now. If it was able to be swept, mopped, or cleaned in any way, I've done it.

    And I still feel like there's so much more to do. I'm blaming my nesting instinct right now, unless I've gone clinically insane or something.

    Must. Go. Now. Must. Clean. Something...Anything.

    Saturday, April 01, 2006

    As If You Didn't Already Know This...

    You Are 84% Evil

    You're the most evil person you know.
    The devil is even a little scared of you!
    I stole the idea for this post from ccw. Thanks for the idea! I guess the old saying applies to me: "Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over."
    That's okay with me. I'd rather be Darth Vader than Luke Skywalker any day! Heh...