Warm weather, my ass

This little gem just came across my inbox, courtesy of Expedia.

Plan a warm-weather vacation:

Chicago (MDW) to Minneapolis $44+

Ummm, is there a Minneapolis I don’t know about? Because the one I’ve heard of is usually colder than Chicago. And I’m in Ohio…and as of the news from tonight, our wind chill is supposed to be something ridiculous like 30 freaking below tomorrow. I’m currently planning a trip to San Diego….wonder why that one doesn’t cost $44?

 UPDATE: It is 15 below in Minneapolis this morning. That is the ACTUAL temperature. The wind chill is 37 below. ZERO. Expedia – that is not a warm weather get away. Just so you know.

ovulation

So, at the beginning of December, I went off my birth control pills. It is a very long, and emotional, story, wherein I thought we were going to try for a baby. Apparently, I was delusional. In  case you missed the first post (what with it being sooo far away, two posts down) we’re over $50,000 in debt. So yeah, not so much yet. But, now that I’ve gone off the pill, and I had a good 6 weeks almost of thinking I was trying to get pregnant, I of course became obsessed and read everything ever about trying to get pregnant. (FYI – Taking Charge of Your Fertility is one of the best books I have ever read. Seriously. Even if you aren’t getting pregnant.) So, since I started doing the whole charting thing, etc. I’m way more tuned in to my body, and I’ve realized that I haven’t ovulated since going off the pill. So it looks like this whole going off the pill was a good idea, since apparently I’m going to have to retrain my body to ovulate. And that, friends, makes me feel like a failure as a woman – seriously, I can’t even ovulate? How the hell am I ever going to get pregnant, then be a mom? Huh?

However, over the last few days, I’ve seen one of the supposed “tell-tale” signs of coming ovulation – egg white cervical mucus. It’s totally freaky, and since the last time i had a cycle where i ovulated i was around 15 years old, I totally don’t remember it. It kind of reminded me of rubber cement. And now, all I can think, is that I’m wasting all of this perfectly good cervical fluid, what with the not getting pregnant and all. But hey, you can’t feed a baby credit card bills. Or so I’ve been told.

So, It’s been a hundred years…

and i haven’t updated. Not that anyone reads currently, so that’s ok. Well, as of now our baby emergency fund is fully funded at $1000. Yay us. I never managed to get a second job (I’m apparently “over-qualified”. While I appreciate the kudos on getting a college education and being gainfully employed, Caribou Coffee, I’m willing to come work for you for six bucks an hour. Give me a fucking job.) I’m still trying, though – I’ll be dropping off my application at Family Video (oh, the joy) later today. That is of course after my job interview for a real job. Because, it’s time for what? Oh, of course! The annual “Hilary, you  may be losing your job!” speech from my boss! I’m grant funded, as most people are in science and who work in academia. It totally sucks. This job, however, has been the worst on that front, because every fucking year, sometime between January and April, I get threatened with job loss, through no fault of my own. Only this year, they really might mean it. Which totally sucks. And made my husband have an anxiety attack the other night. And quite frankly – only one of us in this relationship gets to have those, and I laid claim to that right a loooooong time ago, buddy.