Well. Stubb's is a little heavier on the BAR than the b-cue.... but it was outdoors so it wasn't too bad...

Recap? Well, if you insist. We pulled into Austin around 5:30... checked into our hotel (you do get what you pay for, but at least it's clean). Fought over the remote... tv is a novelty. Then, off to the concert. Waited in line, yada yada...
So we are waiting, waiting... Daddy has Toby in the Bjorn and he goes to sleep. Nice. There was an opening act guy. Poor little guy. Kinda wussy, plus I always feel sorry for openers who aren't billed. People feel hostile about waiting when they don't expect an opener. So he plays, and then sound guys wander around in their band shirts and little ponytails and turn the lights on and off and check mikes and such. For a LONG time. I was thinking about contacting my Congressman... has to be some kind of torture. Toby wakes up, gets mad, has a bottle.
Finally, well after 9:00 Jonny Lang comes out. He was forgiven the second he opened his mouth. I.have.NEVER.seen.anything.like.it. He OWNS the guitar. He was sweating by the end of the first song... he ripped it up. We were both just incredulous. We have heard about the wonderkid.... but my gosh. You can't understand until you see him do his thing.
Richy and I were just giddy looking at each other. It was amazing. He played for 2 hours or so, old songs, new songs... for the encore, an instrumental I Love You Lord....
He makes guitar faces, all kinds of faces... he is 100% in the music. Fun fun fun.

The later it got, the drunker everyone around us got and the cuter they thought Toby was.

Observation: there is something normal about a drunk 20-something. Not Good. But kinda normal. Drunk, dancing 20-somethings? Kinda expected. But drunk dancing 40-somethings? Not normal. Odd. Embarassing. Drunk 40 something women dancing alone?

Overall: everyone should see Jonny Lang live.

You know, when you move to a new pad... you have to find your grocery store. I am so stinking close to the 242 Walmart.... but man... I just don't like it.

You know who has a good format? Kroger. Just straight aisles all the way front to back, and the organization usually makes sense... mostly food, then not food. But stinky produce. I never like their wimpy little produce.

HEB is my favorite, for stuff. It used to be the ghetto, so I never went there unless it was my only option. But they have upped the ante, and most HEBs are super nice now. The problem? WACK store design. It's like an obstacle course. You have to go in at produce (or the other side), and then curve around curve again JUST to get to the main store.... then there's the massive middle deli thing - basically you have to hike the whole entire store just to get back around to the cash register. Very inconvenient... maybe it makes people buy more? And then the checkout lanes are pretty tight. Not like good tight. Like a little squeezy. BUT great produce, and pretty good organization, like yeah, that's where the cleaning supplies should be and so on.

But this 242 walmart is a pain. Spotty wimpy produce, although the fruit is pretty good... but I can't find anything! Yesterday me and the boys just went up and down every grocery aisle to get acquainted.... still seems wacky. I looked everywhere for popcorn. Oh, yeah, it's back in the beverage department. Well. Of course it is. And then, next to grocery, is the kids clothes? And then shoes? And then crafts? And way way over by the front off to the side near the pharmacy is the office supplies. But in front of that the greeting cards, and cosmetics. Of course. And a few clearance lanes. Oh, and a candy aisle, next to housewares. Are you confused yet?

The dilemma is, do I give in and just go back to HEB, approximately 12 miles away.... or just suck it up because at least Walmart has clear paths to the cash registers????

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In other news, I shall be leaving in a few hours to go to Austin... Toby's first concert. Well, except for Radiant. Jonny is playing at Stubb's... which is a barbecue restaurant. And the tickets say outdoors... nice. 57 degrees is the low tonight in our great capital. VERY exciting.
Oh, and my appointment was good. Non-eventful. How many babies have you had, any diabetes, are you taking prenatals, no sushi, etc. Yawn. I could have given that speech.
I was pregnant in December of 2003
through June of 2004.
May of 2005 through December 2005
Now, August 2006 through 2007... hopefully April.
I know how to be pregnant.
Oh, and Cletus? Now the size of a large lime.

Typical. Awake at 7 this morning, because, you know. I have to be somewhere at 10. This infernal brain.

I summoned Georgia, did you see? It worked!

Toby is getting at least one tooth on top. Ouch. He has been a little high maintenance... But hey, if I was cutting teeth I would be demanding, too.
On the agenda today: shower
peanut butter toast
Appointment... just an interview... wish I was getting my ultrasound today.
Pre lunch snack
Lunch
Then: who knows?

BUT TOMORROW>... road trip! Off to Austin to see the great Jonny Lang! VERY fun... Hope Toby likes the blues. Although, since Jonny got saved, he ain't so blue. But I hope there's a little blues up in there ... at least maybe his guitar is still just a little sad.

Well, yesterday my insurance card came in the mail.... 25 days and approximately 10 phone calls later. Actually, two came. Whatever.

So I have scheduled my interview tomorrow... wherein they interview me; and my first OB appointment October 11; wherein they do other things, including an ultrasound. Which is always exciting but especially because I will be like 13 or 14 weeks pregnant, and if this child is a male, I should be able to tell! (Girls, I have heard, tend to be more modest)
So, finally, eh?

Ended up not going to the memorial service... Tobias. He was threatening me with all out war. So, we stayed home. With the gorgeous weather and the windows open. I want to kiss this weather. It is so great.

By the way, since I am a jerk, I wished not a happy birthday to clam, nor a happy anniversary, nor a happy birthday to Servant. My bad. I love you guys and wish you TRIPLE happies.

Hey. Where is my sister? Geeeeeorgia. I need wit.

Feeling much more human today.... sheesh. I have not been that sick in a LONG time. What misery.
And what mommy would find a salty snotty baby kiss gross? Even in my weakened condition that sounded like a good thing. I guess that makes me a bona-fide mom.

Saturday, I took Richy to basketball. A very aggressive little kid knocked him down once. He didn't even cry. He was kinda concerned about it, but then he just went back to practicing his dribbling. That's an athlete. He also got his picture taken, for a trading card. Quite cute. I mean tough.

Currently, I am debating getting out of bed and getting ready for a busy day of running around. But I don't wannnnnaaaaaa....
Toby is sporting a pajama cape, as I never put his feet back in after his diaper change. He is currently lurking around my left leg, ocassionally taking a little bite while trying to get this laptop. Richy is kneeling on the floor by my right leg, clearing his throat over and over ( his morning routine) and randomly pointing toward the stairs where he hopes some Apple Zings and Milk are coming right up.

Whine. I don't wannnnnnnna..........


Okay, see y'all.

last night, around 7, me and the mister both started feeling queasy. By 9, I was fully engaged in the battle and then threw up all night long... every hour or hour and a half. And I still feel rotten. REALLY rotten.

One of Toby's new things is playing in his brother's room... he gets dropped off in there by me, and immediately goes to the bass drum pedal. He then grabs the kick part with his hand, and in a kneeling position, plays the drum. This is good for literally minutes of entertainment. But, every time, he gets overconfident and ends up falling over. Which, between you and me, is not that big of a deal... no head bonking, just a nice soft faceplant in the carpet. BUT, every day, it is met with screams of rage and betrayal. It sounds like Jerry Springer in there. So, I come in and pick him up. And he cries and lunges for the drum. When I put him down he assumes the kneeling drummer position again, and again, and again. Very entertaining.

Last night we went to Old Navy. I told Richy if I have a girl, he's in trouble. I may have to spend everything he makes on all these little peasant shirts and flowered jeans and so on. Fo-rizzle.

Well, according to Babycenter, if I am 10 weeks pregnant... (I think I may be more like 12)... but if I am 10, my baby is the size of a kumquat. What? Can I have that measurement in AMERICAN fruit?
We used to have a kumquat tree outside our house when I was a kid... can you eat them? I never did. Huh. Seems to me they were about the size (circumference) of a Nilla Wafer. So, there you have it.
This week your fetus is the size of a Nilla Wafer!
Man, I have this gorgeous house covered in laundry. CLEAN laundry that has to be folded and put away... I hate this part. I wish a) the laundry would automatically go back to the proper drawers or b) we could just throw it away and buy some new clothes or c) I had a maid. This is not a solicitation for poor morning sick Jessica. This is just whining from your standard model Lazy Jess.

Hey, and where is everybody? Do I need to stir up some controversy? Maybe put a picture of the Rock for Stephanie's pick?

Babies have it good with the whole whining thing. Imagine if we, as adults, just sat on the floor and kept up a steady moan... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and so forth. Would someone come rushing to our aid with mashed up veggies and toys and so on? HECK NO. Nada. Zip.
But oh the whining.... it hits this central nerve right in between my ears. It sends a sharp spike of pain through my brain matter and then travels through my nervous system. And I am a slave to its bidding.

In other news, no news. Have yet to receive my insurance... I have given up and am waiting semi-patiently 7-14 days for it to arrive. Morning sickness is lifting, nice. No weight gain yet, although I am getting a little poochy. Toby is getting a bottle of formula at night, and basically sleeping through... he wakes up once but goes back to sleep. He is also eating table food now, which is quite entertaining to me...

How do I feel? Well, grumpy right now. I need breakfast.

Woke up this morning in a semi-panic, as the clock said it was after 10.... and I was missing my Monday Morning Mommy Meeting! But, of course, after I jumped out of bed and woke up Toby, I found out the clock was wrong.
Ain't that the way of it?

So, I'm off.

If you check this again, hi! I love you! Have fun in Weimar!!

Hi, You've reached Amerigroup, please listen carefully as *BOOP*.
If you are a provider, press *BOOP*
If you *BOOP*
If *BOOP*
Please wait as we transfer you to a customer representative. (Cheerful soundtrack with woman talking. Have you heard about our Baby and Me program? Your call is important to us... blah blah blah)
This is Ingrid/Carmen/Dolores/etc. Can I get your member number?
Me: I don't have a member number. That's why I am calling.
Name? Address? (I have a new address, please enter the new address every time I call for 2 weeks and never hit save so I have to update it the next time I call)
Phone number? (ditto)
Oh, you've been terminated. In March.
me: That was a different pregnancy. I have a new account.
Oh, well, I don't see anything here. Let me look.
(here's where it varies) No, you aren't in here at all. Sorry./ Oh, here you are. Sure, you've been re-enrolled. It's all good. Card's in the mail./ No, you were terminated in March./ Oh, well, you will have to re-enroll. No, I can't do that here. You will have to call the other number and it's getting pretty late. Maybe tomorrow. / Huh. I don't see you in here. Terminated in March?/ Yeah, you will have to re-enroll and that probably takes like 4 or 5 weeks. Sorry. / Well, the system shows you were re-enrolled back on September 1st. You haven't gotten a card yet? Hmm. Yep. Here you are.
(finally today for the love of God)
I will send you another card. 7-14 days.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOP*

So, we decided it would be better to have Sane Rested Mommy instead of Crazy Attachment Parenting Mommy. I broke all my rules. Fed the kid a bottle of formula and made him sleep in his own room.... and, get this. He sleeps all night and we both wake up happy. Crazy.
I don't know what I want to do long term... but I forgot what it feels like to wake up rested. This is good stuff.

Also last night I went to the movies alone again... I am digging this. I like going to chick flicks and such. Looks like we're going to make it a once a week thing.

So, spirits are up. And horseriding today.... hopefully it won't be too hot and he can ride in the arena instead of in the woods.

You MUST go see all the Toby pix from Picture People on my pix blog.

Captain's Log.... stardate blah blah blah
You know what? I have never watched an episode of Star Trek all the way through. And I never care to. Because they stink.
Am I feeling punchy? You better believe it. No sleep. No sleep. Same song, different verse.

Richy made breakfast, that helped. But if anybody wants to fight me, bring it on.

The wireless signal here is SLOWER than dial up. Is God trying to develop patience, perseverance and proven character in me? Cause I wish He would knock it off.

Kidding. Kinda.

Toby woke up silly and very cheerful at 5 this morning. He climbed on us and chewed on our faces and cooed and so forth.
He is also figuring out "real" crawling, although I was counting the scooting as real. Now I see the difference.

New pix! ------------------------------------------------------>
link is over here somewhere

No insurance card, no doctor's appointment. The saga continues.

Can you believe it has been 5 years since 9/11?
I was homeschooling Mercedes through first grade... we were just kinda waking up and starting the day when Rob called and told us to turn on the TV. And of course, at first we just thought it was a crazy accident. Until we saw the plane hit the second tower. What an insane day. And life in America has changed as a result.

In other news, I am still sick. My mail was not forwarded, so I don't have my insurance card, so I can't make a doctor's appointment. I am learning patience. At least I'm not throwing up. I am just energy zapped nauseated until I can't move laying around kinda morning (ha) sickness. And this is pretty close to what all my pregnancies have been, not quite as strong as my sickness with the twins.
I am also an emotional basketcase. But overall, doing ok.

Monday Morning Mommy Meeting today... I shall drag my carcass to the church.

Also, make sure you rinse your sheets. I thought mine would be okay when my washer broke during the rinse cycle, and now I look like a leper. Well, only more like a leper with chicken pox. But I figured it out last night and changed the sheets so hopefully the rash will disappear.

I heard Mike shook it up yesterday with his message. Awesome. We'll have to get a copy.

Yo. I have missed you peeps. Sorry the blog went down... blogger. pluh.
Lots to report... morning sickness, giant new house, washing machine broken, Special Champions basketball, more horseriding... hmmmm
But my brain is too foggy. Hopefully it will catch up soon.

I have a tiny little signal from some neighbor... just saying hi and
so on.
More tomorrow when I have my real internet.

Well, this is it. Saying goodbye to Radiantville today... sheesh.
And hello to the Battleship.... woo-hoo!

Lots of nostalgia floating around the brain cavity... but I am too tired to process it.
Richy (the small one) rode a horse again yesterday. He was excited in the car and then did really well. He rode a smaller horse, and seemed to have better balance.

Last night Julie and Stephanie (the controversial one) came and packed the rest of everything... amazing.
Anyone who wants to help us move call our landline... Our cells don't work in the country. We only have one helper during the daytime... sounds like more this evening and mañana...

No internet at the new place until Wednesday. Miss me, miss me, now you better not kiss me.