Be Not Deceived

When we were first married, Ryan's uncle asked him if I ever get angry. Ryan's retort was, "Is she ever NOT angry?" For some reason, I give off a more amiable, laid back impression to those who do not know me well; and those who do know me more intimately know very well that I should have been born with red hair considering the fire ball nature that consumes me. Now, add pregnancy, and months of restless sleep to the equation and you get one HUGE raunchy lady.

Case in point: Poor, unaware telemarketer who is simply doing his job calls our home. My blood starts to boil the moment I see who is calling because I have asked them NUMEROUS times to be taken off their calling list. I pick up and immediately ask to be removed from their calling list. He expertly begins to work in his little sales pitch, but I cut him off and inform him that I already know what they are selling and how it works and we are NOT interested and we do not want to be called anymore! He then jumps to the sales pitch part about how this is actually going to save us money (blah-blah-blah...I've already heard this all before) and I finally lose it. I begin in a loud voice that quickly escalates to a yell, "I said that we are not interested and that we do not want to be called again and I am going to sue you (yes, I threatened a law suit) if you call me again. This is harassment and you are harassing me (I have now entered a phase near hysteria)! So stop harassing me! Click!

The moment I finished my little escapade, I immediately felt sheepish and remorseful. Bright side: It has been nearly two weeks and they have not called again. There are some perks to be an overly emotional, highly distraught, drastically sleep-deprived, naturally fiery woman.

Random Pics: Here are the boys in the mud pit known as our yard. Walker especially loves riding the quad in the mud and he begs to do it every day. Ryan is the nice parent who allows such things to happen...