waiting, waiting, waiting...

Today is cd30.... No signs of AF yet, we continue to wait. S has not tested yet, but I think she will break down and test tomorrow. She has been having lots of "sensations" or "twinges" in her lower abdominal/pelvic area and is incredibly "bloated and puffy" over her pubic bone (just underneath her panty line). We have noticed during previous cycle that she tends to bloat somewhat in this area, but never this much. *sigh*

I hope this is it, I hope this is our cycle, our month, our turn.

One of S's co-workers confided to her that his wife is pregnant (they have been trying for *gasp* several months). S said she is 16DPO so we are only days apart in this cycle.

I hope this is it, I hope this is our cycle, our month, our turn.

I have a big lump on my forehead where the car door attacked me yesterday. Seriously! It just reached out and smacked me over my left eye. I saw stars. *sigh* Klutz! How can you hit yourself, in the head, with a car door?!? At least I managed to do it AFTER leaving my clients' house! sheesh!

Work has been fairly busy for the last week or so, lots of lookers, not takers... *sigh* I just feel so useless most days. I sit at work for eight hours four or five or six days a week doing busy work and quoting numbers to people and I make nothing, unless someone actually buys the stuff. I am selling a few things here and there, but it is all small stuff. A vanity or two and tops, a small kitchen and a laminate top. $400 here $2000 there. It's something, just not enough. Not nearly enough, not when my insurance premiums are $50 a week and don't forget taxes and medicare and all that good stuff. Not when an "average" kitchen sale is typically $10,000.00! It is very discouraging!

BofA has not yet responded to my request for loan modification. They were supposed to respond within 30 days. It has been almost 60. *grumble grumble*

I am going to send a message today asking about it. If we get no response, Decembers payment will not be made, then we will inform them that we can no longer make the payments and see what they say. I know we are playing with fire but, I feel like it is the only option we have left. Because we are current on payments they don't feel any urgency to help us and we do not qualify for the supposed re-fi and payment modification programs.

It is absolutely ridiculous and the reason this country is in the state it is! If these @ssh0le mortgage companies would have just TRIED to work with people who had the "bad" loans, to renegotiate new terms, maybe we could have all been saved the misery of today's economy. After the fiasco with the re-fi in September, I am just bitter.

Bitter with BofA and feeling like I don't matter to them (they are SO HUGE, they have SO MANY clients', what do they care about ME? I am NO ONE to them), bitter at a government that continually dissappoints me, bitter at a president who throws money at big business like it is candy, but screws the little guy (ie the people he was supposed to be helping, the people who got him elected in the first place). I don't know who or what to beleive anymore. I don't feel like there is ANY news orginization out there who is telling us the truth, the whole truth. They ALL have an agenda and beyond that, they can only dole out the information they are given. Who knows what the truth is? Who knows what is really in the health reform bills? Right know I have lost faith in the ability of our government to turn the country around. I can't see the light at the end of that proverbial tunnel.

I want to be happy and cheery and enjoy the holiday season, but I just don't feel it 90% of the time. Then I walk into a store with all of the Xmas decorations and I long to put up a tree this year (I have not done this the last three years, since the ex left and S "doesn't do" xmas decorations), I long to unpack all of my beautiful Fenton with the snowman scene painted on it, to play with all of the plush figures of Pooh and Friends who sing and bounce along to the music. But then I think of how empty the tree will look with no gifts under it and wonder if it is worth the effort and time to pull it all out of storage (in the basement of our currently rented house), trek it 30 miles to S's dad's house (where we are currently residing) and put it out, only to have to pack it all back up again.

I am feeling blah and lazy and not motivated... The house needs work. My grandmother will be here next Wednesday and the house it still a disater. I feel so overwhelmed with everything that needs to be done, I don't now where to start. I try to clean a little everyday but I don't feel like I ever make any progress. I clean up one area only to discover it cluttered and dirty again within days. I just don't understand! How is this possible? And how will I possibly be able to keep the house clean when there is a crying baby to contend with?!? How do people do it? I just don't know!

*sigh*

2009 can end...now

The hits just keep on coming, there are now two more members of our family terminally ill. That brings the total for this year to 5! We are both so emotionally worn out from all of this, on top of ttc, it is absurd. We hibernated all weekend, only leaving the house to pick up food yesterday.

Ugh! And we entered another tww yesterday with insem #1. #2 will be tonight and 3 tomorrow. Please let this be the month for us!

We had a brief conversation with BD last week. We have decided that, if S is not pregnant by the New Year, we will be seeking a more medical route, including additional testing for BD (his volume has been lower with each cycle and was not spectacular to start.) I think it is a good idea, but don't think either S or BD have a clue about the red tape we will be required to make our way thru, being two lesbians and a gay man, or if we will even be able to find an RE/clinic who will work with us, not to mention quarantine time.


More on BD, I have made helpful suggestions regarding increased water consumption, taking vitamins/supplements and keeping the damn laptop off his lap. Nothing seems to have made a difference. He is blaming it on stress and nervousness. Uhm, we have been at this for awhile now, shouldn't he be over the nervousness? I dunno, I am just stretched too thin every where else right now, I feel like I could snap any second.

Not our month

AF showed up Sunday.

Ugh, it is rainy and chilly again today.

That is all for now.

One down, One to go...

One week into this TWW and there have been some good signs. Slight spotting over the weekend (7DPO), "twinges" and acid reflux is in high gear.

The sun is finally back out here (even if it is chilly out) after 3 plus days of rain. Ugh! We did very little over the weekend. I managed to go thru a few piles of stuff and do a bit of cleaning, not nearly as much as I would've liked.

I had pulled the trigger and ordered a few items for redoing the first room inside. I chose the main floor bathroom, as it is the one all of our guests see. I will attempt before and after pics, it is tiny so I am not sure how much I will be able to capture.

I found this over a year ago and decided it was the sink I wanted to use for this project. The Cabinet/counter top will be a dark (almost black) maple with Oil-Rubbed Bronze pulls. This is the faucet. I have ordered the sink, once it is in a final paint color choice will be made. I am leaning towards a sage base with color washing of a deeper shade... We'll see...

I spent an entire day (at work =0p) searching for all the components. Under $1000 for everything (30" Vanity cabinet and top, sink, faucet, mirror, light fixture, knobs, towel holder, tissue paper holder and paint/supplies)(if you have ever priced fixtures for a bathroom, you know how exciting this is). I am excited to be moving forward with the decorating of the house, though a bit disappointed on S's enthusiasm. She just isn't interested and would let me make all the decisions, except I insist she give me her input. *SIGH*

I have not ordered the faucet, mirror or light fixture yet. Those items can be ordered once the sink is in and paint has been purchased... I want to do this slowly, even though I can pay for the cabinet and misc hardware out of my work account and purchased the sink with bonus money. I don't want to feel overwhelmed by spending too much money at once on this... We will paint and put up new towel holder and replace the current pedestal sink with my purchased vanity/top and vessel bowl when the cabinet arrives. I will order the faucet shortly and then the light fixture. I have not made a final decision on the mirror. I may just keep the one already installed.

I think that about covers it for now...

The story of US…

Mere months after my (nearly) 8 year relationship ended, I found myself falling in love again. It was completely out of the blue, unexpected, wonderful and scary as hell, all at the same time.

After seven plus years with the same woman (my first serious relationship of any kind), I was made newly single in July 2006. I didn’t know what to do with myself and soon reached out to C, an unlikely confidant and friend. You see, C is the reason my ex and I had nearly split two years earlier. My ex decided she wanted to pursue C romantically, but C would have none of it and gracefully removed herself from the situation. We continued to see C on occasion, but were not close by any means, so I was surprised when C and I became fast friends, spending nearly every evening out or at my house. One day C asked if I would like to join her and some of her friends for a BBQ after work. It seems that her friend, S, had recently started gathering friends for a mid-week “Supper Club”. It sounded great so I went. We had a great time and my homemade potato salad was a smash hit! S was nice, very genuine, but otherwise occupied by an out of state girlfriend (referred to as KY), so I gave little thought to her beyond being new friend. I continued joining the “Supper Club” for the next few weeks, missing only the week I went on vacation.

We are now up to three years ago, next week. At Supper club, when I returned from my vacation, I learned that S had broken up with KY. It just wasn’t working for her, for several reasons. We stood outside talking at length about how we just wanted to have a group of good friends to hang out with, how we weren’t interested in anything serious at the moment (both for our own, very different, reasons). I found myself cracking jokes and teasing with her about different subjects and remarked that I was in an unbelievably good mood, given the date. You see, that day would have marked my anniversary with the ex. I had every right to think I would be curled up in a ball crying over my lost love that day; instead I was out having a good time, laughing and making jokes.

The next night we (S, C, D and I) met out for drinks and a few games of pool. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, until I went to leave and was informed by the bartender that my tab had already been paid. Hmmm…

The day after, C brought S to my house to hang and watch TV. S didn’t seem her normal self, somewhat reserved, shy almost. Being clueless, and a complete novice in the dating world, I did not recognize her awkwardness for what it was and chalked it up to her being tired or something. I would soon find out the truth, something had clicked for her during our, soul baring, conversation two days prior and she was now interested, very interested.

Skip ahead two more days… C calls to ask if I want to go watch football, at some bar I had never heard of, with her, S and some others. I answered sure (anything to get out of raking leaves for a few hours) and met them there. At first, C (being even more clueless than I) sat between S and I, so we weren’t able to talk easily. When C went to the ladies’ room, S swiftly slid over to steal her stool. We chatted easily about, well, nothing much, until the game ended and the group decided to head to another bar several blocks away. I went along, walking next to S, still chatting about nothing in particular. Continue scene at new bar, S and I chatting with the group. I am not sure when it happened but at some point S slipped her hand into mine and squeezed. I felt a rush of heat flood my face and thought I might just pass out. I squeezed her hand in response and gave a kind of half grin.

It was getting to be evening now; I had not eaten in hours and was getting very tired from the excitement of the day. I said my goodbyes to the group and started to leave, until the terrible realization that I had NO IDEA how to get back to my car. I had parked in a lot several blocks from the first bar and had no clue where I now was, in relation to my car. Slightly embarrassed, I confessed to S that I didn’t know how to get back to my car. She laughed and asked where I had parked. I had no idea other than I was a couple blocks from first bar. I explained the turns I had made to get to first bar from my car and she immediately knew where I had parked (and how to get me back there) so she offered to walk me. Off we went, hand in hand.

As it turns out, I was closer than I thought to my car. Too quickly we were standing next to my car, awkwardly searching for words to say goodbye, she leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips.

**Cue Fireworks**

We exchanged numbers and email and I headed home, elated and confused by the events of the day.

The following Wednesday (also known as Supper Club day) was my 30^th birthday. S threw a surprise party for me. We again stood outside talking. S looked at me and said, “I really like you, but I don’t want to cross any boundaries.” I melted into a puddle, right there at her feet. She knew my history, knew how badly I had been treated in the past, knew how gun shy I was to start anything so soon after my breakup. And yet, I felt completely comfortable and safe with her. The other guests left and we continued to talk, sitting curled up together on the couch. We began kissing and I knew it was time to go home, it was late, I lived 40 minutes away and if I didn’t leave now, chances are I wouldn’t leave at all. Being the total prude that I am, I was not ready for a sleepover so we said our goodbyes and I drove home.

The days and weeks that followed were a wonderful blur of emotions. By Thanksgiving we were nearly inseparable, spending several nights a week together. It felt right, comfortable, to be with her and I knew I had fallen, head over heels, in love. It wasn’t long before S broached the subject of children and, despite my previous experiences and reservations, I found myself liking the idea. We continued spending several nights a week together, but not technically living together, for the next year and a half.

In July 2007, S went to her cousins wedding. Upon returning home she announced she had picked a date for our wedding (we had discussed this subject before, but it was always a vague “somewhere down the line” conversation). I asked her when that might be and she responded, August 8^th 2008. I thought about it for a minute and agreed, without even knowing what day of the week it would fall on. The year that followed was full of researching and planning and budgeting for our wedding. It was exciting and beyond stressful. In the end, despite several near meltdowns on my part (I will never understand how the florist managed to screw up “two bouquets, exactly the same” or how the “Mothers’ of” corsage’s became single flowers to carry), we were completely happy with how it went (even if it did fly by in what felt like minutes) and so happy to have had so many good friends and family there to witness our love and commitment to one another.

Like all relationships, we have our bad days, but it never lasts for long. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without her in it; she is my life, my soul mate, my wife and the mother of my future child.

I will leave you with the quote we put on the invitations, I think it sums up how our relationship began well:

“Came but for friendship and took away love” -Thomas Moore

Just for good measure....

we did a third insem last night. I surprised S and switched things up a bit. I did not use the cervical cap for this insem, just a syringe and catheter. It went well, very little to no leakage.

KD's volume seemed a bit low this month, not sure what to make of it. Hopefully this is the cycle for us, we'll see.

I was inspired by this entry and want to post the story of how S and I got to where we are, but I will save that for another day.

*sigh*

insem #1 was last night, insem #2 tonight

The weather today is icky, overcast and rainy, so my mood matches. I hope tomorrow is better, lots of stuff to finish up outside so the painter (we broke down and hired a friend of a friend to finish) can come Tuesday. I am SO ready to be done with the outside of the house (at least this project) so we can concentrate on the inside. We need to do a thorough scrub down, top to bottom, followed by an intense purging (S is a bit of a pack rat) and organizing session. This has to be done before I can even think about undertaking the immense task of decorating. The house is a blank slate, every wall is white, there is one thing hanging on the wall above the fireplace. I have been trying to get a few things that we HAD to have (drapes/window treatments), but I am a bit overwhelmed with ideas and possibilities and lack of funding.

Our roommate left for Alabama last night. He is moving back home to be closer to family (his father is not in the best health) and to hopefully find a job. He is a great guy (who had the misfortune of marrying crazy @ss b!tches) and we will miss him tremendously. For the last year and a half he has been our handy man, doing whatever project we (or my Mom) had to be done. We wish him well (secretly hoping he will come back) and will most likely plan a trip to visit over the winter.

AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH

I work with a bunch of Morons! How can you not remember if someone else's client ordered a cabinet from you while that person was on vacation!?!

I now have a client wanting to know when this cabinet is going to be arriving. The problem is I can find NO RECORD of the order, either for the client or the cabinet style. I have spoken with all of the male employees (cause OF COURSE the CLIENT can't tell me who he talked to or handed money over to, just that he was, well, a he!), none of them fessed up to speaking with this man.

Who do I believe? Is this guy just trying to get a cabinet free? Maybe, cause I am sure he would have handed over cash, which leaves us pretty much no way of disputing him. UGH!

Where did my Happy go?

Blah... that is the only way I can describe how I have been feeling the past week. I feel like the universe is conspiring against me, against us.

I am so tired of it all. Tired of wondering how the bills will get paid, tired of living pay check to, pathetic, paycheck. Tired of sitting at work ALL DAY doing NOTHING. Tired of feeling completely unproductive at work but being too emotionally drained to be productive when I get home. There are 15 million things I NEED to get done at home, but I can't seem to force myself to do them.

I am actually embarrassed by the state of the house, if my Grandmother could see it she would have a heart attack. Oh yeah, she'll be here is 9 weeks! Great, more stress. Cause I don't have enough of that in my life!

I need a change, but I love my job, I like where I work, even if they are complete idiots about things sometimes. But the biggest reason I have for not leaving? No one else in my field is hiring right now, they are still laying people off. Even if that were not the case, I have it pretty good where I am, when there are sales coming in. Our pay structure is much better than most places, therefore even if I went else where, there is no guarantee I would make more than I am here.

S wants to go see her family for Thanksgiving. Except we cannot afford $400 for a hotel room, this means sleeping on the floor at her aunt's house with a big, smelly, slobbery rottie. Not my idea of fun. So do we suck it up and spend the money on the hotel? Or do I suck it up and subject myself (and my back) to sleeping on the floor? Can I handle four days with her family? She just spent a week with mine... Shouldn't I just deal and stop whining? One BIG difference, my family accepts her as my wife and loves her like a daughter/niece/sister etc. Except for her parents' and a few cousins, her family sees me as her chubby "friend." How pitiful I must seem to them, always tagging along for visits when S goes home. They must think I am an orphan or something... I don't know what to do, I don't really want to go, but I want S to see her family. I don't want her to go alone, cause that would mean being by myself for days.

What do I do?

I am considering starting up an Etsy shop and trying to earn some extra money. There are any number of things I could make and sell. I know some of you out there have ventured down this road. Did you find it worthwhile? I would hate to spend a bunch of time making and listing items only to have them not sell.

A few possibilities for my merchandise: Cookies/baked goods, dog biscuits/treats, simple sewing crafts (pillows, hand towels, washcloths, burp cloths etc.), I also have several nifty ideas to salvage some old wood/cloth scraps and create several differnt types of wall decor.

What do you think?

BFN #5

Just back from vacation. AF arrived Saturday morning, as we were preparing to leave Florida. Total frustration is the overwhelming feeling of the moment.

We had a lovely visit with my Grandmother (Meme), until she fell and had to be taken to the ER. She is fine, no broken bones, just some achy muscles and a beauty of a black eye. After what we went thru with Pepe, I am hesitant for her to be living alone, so far away from Mom and I.

I would also like to take moment to vent my total hatred of Ban.k of A.merica. They are total retards and I wish I could refinance my mortgage and get the hell away from them! After my previous mortgage holder was shut down, our mortgage was sold to BoA. This happened August 5th, it took until yesterday for me to be able to access the account on their website.

Meanwhile they have been calling me daily and not leaving voice mail (my BIGGEST pet peeve EVER!) (I didn't answer cause A: I didn't know the number, B:I was on vacation and C: I had no interest in talking to them, it would only upset me). Yesterday, after the 6th call, I answered and was promptly hung up on. So I dialed the number back and spoke to a lovely (*cough* dripping with sarcasm) gentleman who couldn't tell me why they were calling me, only that the loan number I gave him was not in their system so he would have to transfer me to customer service (apparently I called the "Home Retention" department). After being on hold for, oh, ever (really like 10 min) I spoke with a gentlement who condecsendingly informed me that I had given him an incorrect loan number, that is why they had not been able to find the account in the system and why I couldn't set up an account online. OK fine, but the number I gave him is what THEY SENT ME! GRRR!

Then he proceeds to tell me that they have not received my Spetember payment. I tried to explain that this was because I had only just received the information (wrong though it was) and I had scheduled a payment with my online bill pay that morning (of course the account number I used was totally wrong so who knows who's account it would be processed to), but he just kept talking over me about how, if they didn't get a payment before October 1st I would be charged late fees and so on. I again tried to explain that I had requested a payment that morning, but with the incorrect account number and that I had really only called to find out why I was being called six times in one day and then getting hung up on. He said the "home retention" department was calling to find out where my payment was and that he would have to transfer me to them. UGH! At this point I was tired of being argued with so I let him transfer me, and they hung up on me during the transfer.

I didn't call back. I went onto my banks site, cancelled the first payment and scheduled a new one with the correct account number. An hour later I was called by the same number. This time I was not hung up on, but it did take a good 15 seconds for a human to respond when I said hello. Again, I tried to explain what had happened, why the payment had not been received, but that it was enroute now. He never stopped talking over me (couldn't really understand anything he said anyway) and then hung up! I cannot beleive how unbeleivable rude and condescending ALL THREE of these people were! And why should I rush to pay them when they can't get me the correct information in a timely fashion!?! All I know is there better not be any late fees assessed or we will really have a fight with them (they have promised no late fees will be assessed to the 175k loans they took over for 60 days, we'll see).

Why we can't wait

Why we can't wait

Above is a link to the Courage Campaign's new video about the need for health care reform. Please go watch and pass it on.

Thank you all for your condolences on my Grandfather. I only wish I had been able to visit him one more time. I last saw him at my wedding, 13 months to the day before he passed.

I take some comfort in knowing he is at peace and no longer suffering, but I am still PISSED AS HELL that he even had to suffer. Maybe if he wasn't forced to deal with the VA system and Medicare, he could have gotten the proper medical care, diagnosis and treatment when his symptoms started, instead of waiting until there was nothing to be done.

Rest In Peace

Francis Boska - Born January 4, 1927 - Died September 8, 2009

Survived by his loving wife, Marie, his son, Steven and daughter, Kathleen, and grandchildren, Andrea and Philip.

Goodbye, Pepe. Your Andi Pandi misses and loves you very much!

Here we go again...

Insem #1 for this cycle is scheduled for tonight with a second on Thursday. Hopefully our timing is right on. A slight second line showed on the OPK yesterday. With classes starting up again, BD is unavailable Wednesday and Friday and there is a growing possibility I will be on a plane to Florida Saturday.

My Grandfather is not doing well and my Mother flew down today. I have not updated on his condition for some time. Mostly because I am SO pissed about the siutation. The tumor is not a reoccurance of his lung cancer from 20 years ago. It is totally new and very close to his spinal column. It has actually invaded the surrounding nerves and caused him to no longer be able to walk. He has been hospitialized for a couple weeks now, radiation did nothing to shrink the tumor and he has refused chemo.

What upsets me the most is he started complaining about pain in his back, exactly where the tumor is, over a year and a half ago. If the the damn VA hospital or doctor had bothered to do an xray they could have caught this when is was still treatable! Now he is terminal and has pretty much given up.

Is this not a PERFECT example of what is wrong with our medical system? A simple (and comparitvely cheap) xray could have saved his life. Now he is receiving thousands of dollars a day in care at a hospital. How's that for controlling costs?!? Just burns my butt!

He was transferred to a "rehab" facility (ie nursing home) last Friday. On Sunday when my uncle went to visit he was writhing in pain because the frickin nurses hadn't given him ANY pain meds ALL DAY LONG, despite his repeated requests for the same. My Uncle immediately got on the phone with his doctor and insisted he be transferred back to the hospital, as the nursing staff was obviously not caring for him properly. Yet another example of the problems with our medical system. This man is a WWII veteran, he put his life on the line for this country and this is the thanks he gets!?! GGGRRR!!! I am SO MAD!!

What else can the fates throw at me?

Yeah, August was a craptastic month, but September is starting off with a bang too.

Yesterday, while driving to work, the "dummy" light on my dash to warn of low tire pressure lit up and "dinged" at me. So when I got home I decided to be a good little car owner and check my tires. The front passenger side looked a little low possibly so I started there. I couldn't loosen the cap with my fingers, it was on too tight. I moved to the rear tire on the same side, same thing. I yelled up to S that I needed help because I didn't have the strength to get the caps off. I went around to the drivers' side and tried the front tire there, This time the cap all but fell off in my hand it was so loose. Only the stem didn't look like any stem I have ever seen before. At this point S had walked up behind me and I told her I had never seen a valve stem that looked like this one. She looked at it and announced that was because a piece had broken off inside the cap! WTF!?

Out came the tools and we attempted to loosen the orginal cap I tried (front passenger side). The whole stem broke off in S's hands and air was spewing out of the tire! OMG! I ran to the garage and grabbed the big jack so we could get the tire off the ground before it completely deflated, possibly damaging the rim. It seems the dealership service department had overtightened the caps, thereby breaking the stems. MTHRFCKR!! This is a fairly new vehicle with original tires, stems, etc. The dealership is the ONLY place it has been serviced and were the last people to touch the tires when I had a rotation and oil change in June.

After dragging out yet more tools, including air compressor, impact wrench and torque wrench we were able to get the damaged tire off (again they had tightened the lug nuts SO tight we couldn't get them off by hand!) and the spare on. We decided not to attempt the two rear tires, seeing as we only have one spare.

S called her boss to see if she could work remotely today inorder for us to be waiting for the service department to open this morning at 8AM. As an aside, this is the dealership where S has purchased ALL of her cars and had ALL of them serviced, she has a great relationship with the service personell. When we arrived the CSR was no one either of us new. We proceeded to explain the situation, she looked completely perplexed while holding the broken off stem in her hand and stated she had never seen a metal stem cap. S proceeded to tell her that they are the original ones. She asked where we bought the car to which I responded, "Here and this is the only place it has been serviced, no one else has touched the vehicle but your service people." S told her we want all four stems replaced and don't feel that we should be charged as they screwed them up. She said she would have to speak with her manager about that but she had never seen caps like this and didn't know if they had them to replace, that she was new to this dealer and where she came from they didn't use these type.

I thought OK, she is new here give her a break... S said ALL of the same model vehicle we saw when looking to purchase had the metal caps, CSR responded with not ALL of them could have metal. OK now she arguing with us?!? I could feel my irritation bubbling over...

S asked if Sam (our preferred CSR) was off today, no she has been promoted and transferred to a different dealer within the company (just happens to be across the parking lot), so we head over to say, "HI." Along the way paying special attention to each car on the lot, they ALL have metal caps! EVERY SINGLE ONE! AAAAHHHH!!!!!!

We found Sam and explained why we were there. Her immediate response was "She's an idiot! You have to have the metal caps because of the air pressure monitoring system!" OMG! I am not feeling so hot about this! We want Sam back! We love Sam, she always gets us discounts when we have the cars in, and finds us the best coupons! Mails them to us even!

We havn't heard anything from them yet. I had to run S back home and then get to work, I was the only one scheduled to be here at 9AM, I arrived at 10 after... I hope I don't ahve to pull rank and get our sales person involved (he is the sales manager) or ask my co-worker to call her friend who is an owner... I will if needed, but don't want to...


ETA: I just got off the phone with S. Turns out the stem caps were put on by a dealership in PA that our dealership received the vehicle from, they are not original for the manufacturer. They are brass caps, them stems are aluminum. For anyone not familiar with metal on metal reactions, this combo is NOT good! The two metals corrode and seize up, causing the stem to snap when tightened and loosened multiple times. Our dealer is now replacing ALL FOUR at NO cost to us. But, they do not have enough on hand right now, will have the rest tomorrow. We are going to pick up a loner later this afternoon...

Faceb00k revisited

Thanks Ladies! I think maybe I was unclear about my nervousness of being "found" on Faceb00k.

My sexuality is not a secret and both sides of my family are very accepting of homosexuality. They have no choice, we seem to have a high incidence of it in both my generation and my parents' generation, so they have grown accustomed to it. I can count no less that eight relatives who are/were openly gay, myself included. I am sure this could be higher since I am not in close contact with most of my family.

My uneasiness comes from the difficult relationship I have with my Father. He is, in my opinion, a 50 something kid, dead beat Dad, whatever. Still partying and going to the bar every night after work. He lives 2000 miles from me and I have only seen him once since before my junior year of high school.

I have long since stopped being daddy's little girl. This happened when I realized that my brother was seen as a lesser child than I. My father never had a close bond with him because he was two when my parents' divorced. He never grew up having Dad there. Of course this could be a blessing because he was usually drunk or high when he was around. I have no interest in having him in my life. S decided after one phone conversation with him, that he is not someone she would want to get to know.

So it is for this reason I am uneasy about the news of my marriage being shared.