Gripe.

This picture of my nephew having a fabulous meltdown is to illustrate how boiling this instance made me:

So yesterday I called the MD to make an appointment.  I spoke with the person who schedules the procedure that I needed and who (by the way) was unncessarily impossible to reach.  I finally got her on the phone after leaving oh about infinity messages without getting a call-back (despite her message that said she'd call back within 24 hours -- maybe she meant 24 days).  You'd think after hearing and ignoring my messages for the the last week my name might kind of ring a bell.  You'd think wrong.

When she answered I clearly said "This is Christy Velasquez... I spoke with you about ____".  I didn't say my name fast because Lord knows it's not like Smith or something easy to understand.  She let me say all of the shpeel and then she said (and this is what I'm blogging about) "What is your name?".  

DID I NOT JUST SAY IT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE PARAGRAPH OF WHAT I JUST SAID???  DID I NOT JUST LEAVE IT ON YOUR VOICE MAIL 16 TIMES A DAY FOR A WEEK?  HAVE YOU REALLY NEVER HEARD MY NAME -- EVER???

The moral of the story is that I CAN'T stand when people skim past names to get to the point of a call.  If I take the time to give my name PAY ATTENTION... write it down if you're slow... just don't ask me what my name is 15 seconds after I just told you.

Portraits

Our friend, Andres, is a fantastic photographer (who actually sells pictures for unbelievable amounts of money) and he offered to take pictures of the most beautiful baby available.  

Obviously we knew that only our baby could be described as the most beautiful baby available so we excitedly said yes.  We only did black and white shots this day and we still have colored shots to do, but here are two of the pictures: 

Since he took film pictures (instead of digital), we had to wait for the negatives to be ready for him to upload -- it was well-worth the wait! 

What a DORK!

I might just be the most obnoxious person I have ever met.  

Since Luis's mom left he has been feeling a little husky and recently the best thing ever happened:  he had to admit that (in his own words) "my jeans hurt my body".  HA!  I have been on diets several times during our marriage.  He NEVER has.  He just breaths out and loses 5 pounds -- or at least that USED to be true.

So, last week we started Weight Watchers and being the competitive-about-pointless-battles person that I am I whopped him hardcore with the score 5 pounds to almost 3 pounds.  So last night I decided to plan the week's menu.  I made chili that was very WW friendly and planned to make 4 other WW things for dinners.

Tonight, while waiting for him to come home from work, I started on the Black Bean Lasagna.  He took longer to get here than I expected (but considering the times of economic downturn and joblessness I am glad he was working) so I started on the Clam Chowder.  He got home and instead of quitting I made Italian Lentils too.

THAT WAS NOT OBNOXIOUS ENOUGH -- nooooo, I had to pack each serving into a ziplock bag so that the food would be portioned and ready so we wouldn't be tempted to eat crap.  In the end I packed 27 meals.  Gag.  I am such a D O R K!!!  

HOWEVER be very clear -- next Monday when we weigh ourselves, I will continue my winning streak.  My goal is to have him in tears.  Not really, but I am considering the logistics of creating a score board (that will mysteriously disappear the week he beats me).