Flooded!

We were having a wonderful night on Tuesday. The grandparents came over and we were sipping on some alkeehol and enjoying fajita tacos around the living room, listening to the rain fall outside the window until Rudy suddenly thought it sounded like it was raining INSIDE.

And it was.

Water started pouring from the sprinkler mount in the dining room, and soon water started dripping from a seam that traveled across the entire room. Then water began pouring from a crack over the counter in the kitchen. And THEN it started pouring out of the dining room light fixture! It was a disaster.

For now we are staying at the TownePlace Suites a few blocks from the apartment, courtesy of the complex. Rudy is at the apartment right now making sure things are getting fixed properly, because we don't want to experience this again.

The reason we flooded? On the second floor there is a hallway with a drain. The drain was plugged. Right next to the drain is a crack in the chip between the floors, and that is where all the water went, right into our apartment.

So not pleased about any of this. My apartment was nice and clean and pretty and now I'm going to have to clean it all again!

Baby Name!

I am so amazed at how easily Rudy and I came to a decision on a name for baby #2.

Delaney Virginia Gomez

There isn't much to say about Delaney, the name just popped into my head one day and Rudy actually liked it. Virginia is a name Rudy chose because he liked it, and well, I have a relative named Virginia and she is pretty awesome. So there you have it!

Afton was able to get on webcam with me tonight so Mom could see her live from Minnesota. It was a lot of fun for both of them, even though poor Afton is suffering from a very raw crotchtal region. If only we could start potty training her now, le sigh.

Losing the Precious.

When I first gave birth to Afton, I spent a lot of time fantasizing about all the bad things that could happen and basically scaring myself into near agoraphobia. I would think about driving down the road and getting into an accident and being hurt bad enough that I couldn't reach Afton and she would die, screaming and crying, just from being in the elements.

I cannot imagine life without her.

The other week Rudy's brother called and was telling him about his girlfriend's sister's grandmother (which I guess makes her the girlfriend's grandma too, huh) and that she had finally passed away. Passed away? From what? Well apparently the grandmother was watching the sister's seven month old son, and while in the kitchen she got up to get a bottle for the baby and during that time her two pitbulls attacked the baby.

When the grandma tried to save the baby, the pitbulls attacked her too.

The baby died. And now the grandma has passed as well, nine months later. Her injuries weren't marked as being serious, but if this had happened to me, I would probably lose the will to live as well. I just cannot imagine. Just can't.

News Story

I need a job!

Trying to find a job right now is not fun. It is exactly like moving from Texas to Minnesota, except worse! I am not getting a single hit, even with professional employment agencies.

Really, it makes me feel a bit useless. And being so without money, I can barely get out of the house to interact with people and develop my Mary Kay business. I have all this wonderful product and no one to sell it to. Boo.

I guess I will sit around and play with my daughter and make some maid-rites to watch Grey's Anatomy with. Mmm mmm comfort food!

Back from the Abyss?

Wow, it has been an insane month and a-half. I made it to Iowa for Uncle Don's internment, and made it to Tempe, AZ, to start life number....four? five? I haven't a clue any longer how many times I've just simply picked up and moved on.

Christmas was fun as well as extremely devastating. It would be very hard for anyone to wrap their head around the mess I made for myself before I left, but it's going to take much more than a little soap and water to clean it up. Needless to say, becoming a felon by accident is not something you hear very often. Let's see if I can avoid such nonsense.

Looking for a job while visibly pregnant is not fun.

But the fetus appears to be another girl! I have an ultrasound tomorrow morning, so I will get a nice little second confirmation of gender. Finding a name will be yet another battle between my husband and I, who have totally opposite tastes in names. Ugh.

I am going to make some sugar cookies and then go feed them to my Grandpa while we watch the Cardinals take on the Packers. I may live in AZ now, but I'm still a Packer fan (which is STILL blasphemy considering I'm from MN). Go figure.

I am Rosemary's Baby.

Last night's Open House was a bust. It was disappointing, but not unexpected. I did still net some profit before and after the Open Houses, though, which is good. We'll see what happens tomorrow morning.

I really want to go to Iowa tomorrow. There will be so many of the family at the internment in Montrose that I have not seen in years. It would be a wonderful, yet brief, opportunity to reconnect. Plus, I love Southern Iowa. My days on the farm during the summer growing up were some of the best I can remember. Barn jumping, ATV riding and catfish hunting. My best stories are borne from my experiences in Iowa. Love it.

I got my haircut yesterday. I always do this. I try try try to grow my hair out and I fail, because I have zero patience for such a tediously annoying task! So I did a quick search online to find the perfect cut, and I found it, of course. I wanted my hair to look similar to Michelle William's look in the October Vogue issue, but the hairstylist cut it too short and now it looks more like Mia Farrow circa Rosemary's Baby. Sure, I can pull it off, I have before. But I was still sad because it isn't as cute as MW's cut. Oh well, hair grows.

On the big plus side, my morning routine has gone from 45 minutes to like...18 minutes. Talk about sweet.

Best moment of the night though was telling my husband that I was attacked by a poop peanut, care of our daughter, Afton. He looked at me like I had lost my mind, until I explained that while changing Afton's diaper, a poop covered peanut fell out and landed right on my foot.

Watching Rudy writhe and gag on the floor makes the grossness soo worth it.

Ostrich Monster.

Some days I wish I could bury my head in the sand and just hide out, except I'd like to be invisible too, so someone doesn't come a-knockin' on my butt asking me why I've done gone insane.

People are dropping like flies!

On Saturday, Uncle Don had to be unhooked from his life support and on Sunday, he died. It's been a tough few weeks, dealing with crazy, emotional family members and the mysteriously vague illness that attacked Uncle Don and ultimately killed him. He was 83.

Then, on Monday, a good friend of my family calls to inform us that her father, a great friend of my grandparents, has been stuck in the hospital with a raging case of staphylococcus. The staph infection is so bad that it weakened his immune system enough to kick his pre-leukemia into a full-blown stage infinity leukemia. He has three months. What the hell, man?

Oh, and have I mentioned I am moving to Tempe? As in Arizona? Another one of our amazingly split-second decisions which will most likely render our little family just a slight bit crazier than we already were.

If luck is upon me (which it almost never is), my two Holiday Open Houses this week will be a lovely payoff. I am excited and nervous, as I have no idea how many people are actually going to show up. I'm trying not to set myself up for disappointment, because I am told open houses can be very tame. We'll see. I attempted to advertise as much as humanly possible. Go Mary Kay!

Otherwise I find that I thoroughly dislike working at the Club now. I am so over bartending and serving. I want something better!

Go me!