So… I have to take these iron pills now… and I read to take it with orange juice becuase the citrus helps absorb the iron. However, you can’t take it with milk or dairy because calcium blocks the iron from being absorbed.  So what am I supposed to do if I buy the Orange Juice w/ calcuim because I’m partially lactose intolerant and can’t drink milk??? LOL. Did they think about that? And what happens if I do take it with the calcium filled OJ? (like I just almost did) Does it absorb or block?? It certainly can’t do both can it? I’m so confused!

By- The- Way… I know I don’t always write much, and don’t keep up with this blog as well as I should (Blame it on the tiredness from this pregnancy- hense the iron pills because I found out I’m anemic from what else, the pregnancy- I get a free pass card for everything now, it’s great, it’s always the pregnacy and not me!!) BUT NEWAYS I found this on Ria’s page!

and thought it was 1. a good idea and 2. a really cool pic so I’m stealing it! and 3. I’m very curious to find out who the hell is reading my so uninteresting blog! haha. I know you’re out there, I get lots of views but just don’t know who you are! So Leave Me Some Love Please. I need to know people actually read my stuff and maybe that will motivate me to write more often.  I’ll even make it easy for you and give you an opening, a question to answer to give you something to say… whats something easy… Oh How about you tell me this… what is your favorite food?? Because I’m pregnant and like talking about food. haha

What are you waiting for?? Tell me!

“Secrets, Secrets are no fun. Secrets, Secrets hurt someone.” (From “The Office” Season 3 Ben Franklin Episode)

In my family, I’m usually the last to know things. Possibly because I’ve always lived the farthest away, or maybe I just keep to myself the most, I’m not sure. But how things change! Not only do I know one family secret, but I know two! Now, I can’t share the actual secrets, so don’t get too disappointed on me…and they aren’t the type of secret that would hurt someone like the quote I used (I just really like the office and saw that episode recently and the rhyme has been in my head ever since and is somewhat fitting) so I dont have to worry about holding something bad in or keeping it from anyone in particular, so it’s not a bad thing.  But a couple weeks ago I called my sister for her birthday, we don’t talk on the phone much, and she was compelled to tell me something. I promised I would keep it a secret. Then yesterday, my little brother called me for some answers to a question and advice. Then at the end of the conversation said, “Let’s just keep this between us.” Sure thing! I won’t say a word. But in the back of my head said… oh great, another secret!! I can’t keep all these things bottled up inside! lol. But they are my family and I won’t tell a sole! (well… except my husband which I’m sure both knew I would have to do anyway, because we don’t keep secrets from each other! Actually I did tell my brother I already mentioned it to my hubby when he text’d me before he called, and he’s like, yeah of course, so he understood!)

so now that I got THAT off my chest… sort of!… on to the scary, but now happy stuff! The Hurricane Season is upon us!! And I’m sure you’ve heard lots about that. We’re already to letter J naming them!! That means there has been 10 tropical storms or hurricanes this season already! Yikes. And it’s not over until… I think Oct or November… I forget. So Hurricane Ike is a category 4!! OMG and it was projected to hit South Florida on Tuesday. LUCKILY!!! I just read my broward County updates email and read this:

Broward County Emergency Operations Center continues to closely monitor Hurricane Ike even though Broward County is not in the storm’s projected track or cone of error.

New Projection:

YEA! However we will still be in the outer bands with wind gusts up to 40mph! and they also say…

This is a very dangerous storm and the situation could change as the storm continues its track. All residents should be prepared and have their personal hurricane plan ready to implement.

I haven’t been able to sleep well lately… the night before last both me and the hubby were up for some reason, so we were able to watch tv together at 3am before we finally both tired out so much and were able to go back to bed. Last night, it was only me! so I went in the other bedroom to not disturb him with my tossing and turning- and also it helps sometimes to just change locations. The spare room is in the front of the apartment, right next to the front door. I was up from approx. 1-330am before falling back asleep. 530 am I hear a pounding on the front door. Who the hell is pounding on my door so early in the morning?? I dont really know anyone who would live around us that would need us for an emergency so I try to just ignore it thinking they will go away. Nope, more pounding! So I get up and look out the peep hole and see a police officer. UH OH! So I open the door… my husband still soundly sleeping in the back bedroom mind you… “Sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night Mam’ but is that your car out there?” Um theres a whole parking lot full of cars out there and I have one out there so I’m assuming it is… but I say, “The Focus, that one is mine.” “Do you know what happened to the tags on that car?” (or something to that effect, I know he said “tags” a bunch of times instead of license plate so I dont know in my half asleep, exhausted state I knew what he was talking about!) I had taken the plate off the night before because I was supposed to get my new car and we were transferring the plate to the new car. I started to explain and I got to “I just took it off yesterday bec—” He stopped me there, “OK so you took the tag off?” “Yes.” “Ok so it’s not stolen?” “No” “Ok, just wanted to check and be sure it wasn’t stolen” “Nope, thanks”…. and thanks for waking my ass up on my DAY OFF! at 530 AM when I couldn’t sleep!!! GEEESH. Even if it was stolen what the hell would I do at 530 am? And come on, on a holiday when i usually am up at 530 but I actually get to sleep in you wake me up?? ERRRRR.

Then i was thinking… as I was desperately trying to go back to sleep… what if it really wasn’t a police officer, but he was just dressed up as a police officer? That wasn’t very safe for me to open the door by myself, but how can I not open it to a police officer, right? lol. Then when I told the hubby what happened (after he woke me by standing over the bed at 830 am just to check to see if I was ok…. gee thanks. Again, I’d rather sleep thanks!) he yelled at me (ok didnt yell but just sternly lectured and I took it as yelling in my exhausted state) “wake me up next time, don’t open the door. What if it was just someone dressed up as a policeman?” Haha, sometimes we thinking alike…

In Other News… I GOT MY NEW CAR TODAY!!!!! YEA! I have some pics but not uploaded yet. I’ll do that in another post later this week

Great way to start off a Monday…I had everything going for me too. I made lunches last night so I had more time to slink around this morning and not have to rush. I woke up actually feeling good for once (haven’t been feeling well lately), sleepy, but not TOO sleepy (I actually got enough rest this weekend!) I left for work ON TIME! (BIG accomplishment) and then I drove off to work….and my car GOT A FLAT TIRE!!! It knows i’m going to trade it in in a week! It just knows and is so mad! It not only got a hole in it, it was a BIG hole, too big to just patch! I had to buy a whole new tire for a car i’m trading in in a week!! How upsetting is that?? it cost 78$ for the new tire… and GET THIS… $30 for them to put the tire on my rim!! WHAT?? shouldn’t that be part of it? and how damn hard is it to put the tire on the rim? like you Really need to charge 30$$!! AAAHHHH.

But LUCKILY my husband is very good to me and instead of calling our car ins place for roadside assistance he came to my rescue and came to change my tire (oh yeah the spare was just about flat too, not enough air pressure-20 psi’s instead of 40 i found out when I went to go fill it up later -haha) then he took my flat into the tire store, bought the new one and came back to my work to put it on for me so I didn’t have to worry about a thing! the upside for him was he only had to work 1/2 a day because of this lol, so that was his reward

So YEA! for the hubby, but BOOO! for the car and my Monday!!

My poor little car… We’ve had some good memories together and she slowly falling apart! I got her my sophomore year of college, slightly used. She’s a gold 2000 Ford Focus. It was my mom’s car, but when I threatened that I wouldn’t be able to make as many trips home from college with my ‘96 Ford Escort, Big Red, they gave her to me in 2001 It was a nice upgrade at the time. Now with about 90,000 miles or so, I’ve had her in for service a few times. Of course there’s the normal tires, and brakes that need to be changed. But then the alignment has always been off even after they “fixed it.” My air went out twice now(just this summer), and it’s staying out as we’re going to trade it in soon and it cost more to fix it than my car is worth… (and its the summer… in Florida!!) my back window won’t roll down, I have to fill my tires with air every week because they are slowly losing air… and just today… she died. I was at the gas station and she wouldn’t start up. You turn the key and click-click-click-click she goes. Luckily it was just the battery and my hubby came and gave me a jump. She started up right away, just need the little shock to get her goin…

Of course I could have treated her a little better. Given more regular baths, rotated the tires more often, used premium gasoline instead of unleaded, given more frequent oil changes and not waiting til the last minute, found a place to live where I didn’t have to drive over a million speed bumps at least twice a day… and I didn’t even give her a name! What can you call a gold car anyway!? (think i’ll get too attached if i give her a proper name now? haha)There are lots of things I could have done better, if only I was more into cars and I had my own house to do things ourself so it wouldn’t cost us so much… but alas, I did not do those thing and now she is leaving me…

Now I have the burden of finding a new car- which i like And is affordable and practical, having a car payment! (yikes), and trading this girl in… I don’t even know where to start!

So my hubby is leaving for me a week… well almost a week. It’s a “guys trip.” Two of his friends just flew in today and they’re going to go to Key West. I’m kinda jealous cuz I really want to go there! I’ve only been to Key Largo, we didn’t go any further. Then they’re going to Orlando. I think they’re going to Adventure Island but not sure which park. Then on the way back as long as it isn’t stormy, which it might be, they will stop somewhere in between Orlando and here and go golfing. Sounds like a good time. But It’s going to be weird having the place to myself. Coming home from work to  a quiet house is the norm since I usually get home first, but then when it stays quiet… I’m going to go crazy. I’ll have to leave the tv on 24/7 for background noise or something haha. I have nothing planned out either, other than a lunch with a friend on Saturday. I need to find something to do… But I am pretty stoked about having the quiet time and time to relax. Even though I am somewhat relaxed still from my “girls trip” I just got back from on Sunday. We had the best time in Northern Michigan! AHHH HOME! I really felt like I was home when we were driving farther and farther north, even though I’ve never lived that far north. But it just has this calming effect and welcomes you in to the beauty of the nature and the land. Here are a pics of my trip!

Sunrise over lake Huron…

Overlook of the treetops…

During our Morning stroll on the beach…

The start of a trail we used to hike, had to do it one more time for good measure… (i can’t believe we actually found it again)

And the best for last… the true meaning of FRIENDSHIP

Writing exercise 14. finish the story…

In his rear view mirror the cab driver saw…

a man hurriedly climb into the back seat. He was sweating profusely and was carrying a huge bag stuffed full of who knows what. The cab driver got a really uneasy feeling about this.

“Drive!” The man yells.

“This cab is out of service,” the cab driver tries to tell the man.

“Well put it back in service,” he shouts.

“I’m sorry but you must get out.”

The cab driver tries to be stern, but the next thing he knows he’s looking down the barrel of a gun. “I don’t think you understand English,” the man continues, “Put this car in drive and put your foot on the gas petal, Now!”

The cab driver decides to listen as he doesn’t want this crazy man to kill him and leave his wife and two children behind. He drives as fast as he can, running stop signs and red lights. He’s secretly hoping a cop will pull him over and he can be done with this crazy fare. Unfortunately he makes it to the destination of this crazy man’s with no cops in sight. He’s in front of a run down apartment building and not the best area of town. At least he’s done with this guy, or so he thinks. The man gets out but climbs into the front seat.

“I’m going to need you to stay here and wait for me.” The man says.

“Sure, I will wait” the cab driver says, but knowing all well that he’s going to speed like hell out of there as soon as the guy goes inside.

“Just to ensure you don’t try anything…” he says as he quickly grabs something shiny out of his pocket which cab driver fears is a knife for a split second. He throws hand cuffs on his wrist and cuffs him to the steering wheel and grabs the keys out of the ignition. “I’ll be back, be ready” he warns.

A few minutes later he emerges from the run down apartment carrying another bag. He jumps in the front seat and as he puts the keys back in the ignition and starts the car the cab driver notices blood on his hands. He wants to ask, but refrains out of fear of what he will do. The guy gives the cab driver more instructions on where to go. He stops in front of another building and they go though the same routine with the cuffs and the keys, and emerges again with another bag. The cab driver wonders how long this will go on for, it’s already nearly 2 am.

“One more stop,” the man practically answers the cab drivers thoughts. “Ok, pull over at this park.”

The cab driver almost expects to be cuffed again, but is surprised when the man grabs the bags out of the back seat, throws a couple hundred dollar bills his way and takes off running through the deserted park.

The cab driver sits there stunned for a minute. He wasn’t sure what to do or what to think. He thought about going to the police, but he didn’t have proof of any crimes committed. He didn’t know who this guy was or what he did. He was so exhausted, dumbfounded, and greatful to be be alive that he just went home. He kissed his sleeping children, glad that he was able to see them again, and cuddled with his sleeping wife.

The next morning he almost forgot of the ordeal the night before until he turned on the news. There on the television he recognized the building he stopped at, where he was first handcuffed to the steering wheel. The news anchor was reporting the story that tied three murders together. Wow, what have I done? The man thinks. Murder. I helped this guy commit murder?? Then as the story unfolds, he comes to find out that all these men where major drug distributors. A couple even had charges of murder and rape, and one the police had been after for some time but could never catch up to him. So was this guy doing a good thing to get these men off the streets? At least people will be safer, right. But it took murder for this to happen. The cab driver debating on going to the police to tell him what they knew, but could he really help put this man away for getting rid of scum from the city, for helping to put an end to these men and their crimes, making their neighborhood safer?

This cab driver is facing a moral dilemma. what would you do???