God deserves a HUGE hug after that one....

It has FINALLY happened! We have a new place (new as in never experienced by us until now)! After Corey and I managed to hurriedly flee our last place of residence we were stuck in John and Angel's motor home which isn't bad but as Dorthy would say "There's no place like home." And really there isn't.
Luckily Corey and I had two friends who lived in a quaint apartment complex along with Corey's grandfather figure Don. We had an apartment lined up within three days of being back in Lovelock. The reason we had to wait so long to move in was because the old manager was moving away and she had to train the new manager before doing so. Lucky us! We were the new tenants she got to be trained on. =]
Anyways.... Today we got to do a walk through on our apartment.... two bedrooms, one bath, CARPET, patio, pool accessible, DISHWASHER, linen closet, spacious bathroom, spacious closets, PANTRY, CENTRAL AIR, WORKING HEATER, REAL LANDLORD, no spiders, no whore houses, floors are properly installed, no raw sewage backing up, the tiles in the bathroom aren't broken, the house isn't slanted, Corey can come home to me every night, healthy environment for Gemma, almost two hours closer to our hospital, far enough from John and Angel's that we'll have plenty of privacy, and it has a storage closet too! Heck I don't even care that the carpet is a greyish blue.  I'm so excited to move into our new place!!! And I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father saw fit that we get into a newer and healthier place before Gemma is born. =]
The best part of this move in is that I'll be able to organize and deep clean everything without it being such a hassel!!! YAY

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In Nevada prostitution is legal.. (great way to start a post huh?)
It's SO legal in fact that these "women of the night" even have houses.... like sorority houses only less publicly acceptable. In Battle Mountain there are two "Cat houses" with in the town limits. Both of these houses are with in a few blocks of our house.

"But Tiff how do you KNOW these are 'Cat houses'?" Well first off, when Corey and I moved here I thought it was a cute little preschool or something because it is so tastefully named "The Love-Shack" and those words were written in rainbow bubble letters. While we were driving around I pointed to this building and said "Oh how cute!"
"Babe, that's not cute it's a Whore House."
"A WHAT?!?!?!?!"
"A Whor..."
"I know what a Whore House is. Why is it here? In town? Close to where people live?"
"Easy access."
"SICK!"

Well as I was coming to grips with the fact that there is a "Cat house" with in a few dozen yards of our house my thoughts were interrupted by. "And this one is a Whore House too." These two houses aren't even two blocks apart!!!! So as if to give my denial a small ledge to hang onto before plummeting into that great black whole of belief and eventually the stiller darker whole of acceptance I asked, "Well how do YOU know that they are Whore Houses? And don't say it's because you've been in them." (menacing glare to emphasize my disapproval if his answer was in the affirmitive category)
"Ugh! NO! My Uncle Scott use to go to Whore Houses all the time, and once when I was up here with him he offered to introduce me to some of the girls."
"You said 'NO' right??
"Of course hon."


Anyways.... Every weekend these "Cat houses" will open for business on their business end.... that is to say that they have a bar attached to the house that they have open to the general public to bring in extra cash. And they play the most awful, twingy-twangy, red neck music along side awful Hispanic music... I love legal Hispanics but their music that blares, that heavy base with Spanish words that are sang/said way too fast in the first place just bugs the heck out of me.

So I'm sitting in bed (glances at clock) it's 4:37 AM and they are playing their music so loud that I can hear it over my air conditioner, 18" inch fan, and Corey's snoring. IT'S WAY TOO LOUD!  I seriously wish that prostitution was either out-lawed or a law would be passed for "Cat houses" to be at least a few miles outside of residential areas... I'd prefer the out-lawed part. Just because a woman has the plumbing to be a "Cat?" doesn't mean she isn't capable of getting a respectable job like all the morally stable women in the world. If anything "Cats?" are just making women's image as a whole lesser in value.



I hope they all get the flu... My sleeping hours would be less bothered.

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So if you've read my status updates on Facebook you might know that I've been suffering from severe heat torture. ( Seriously ) In Battle Mountain it has been 80+, my house has no air conditioner there fore it will sit and get hotter as the sun bares down on it, because of being in my third trimester my body temperature has shot up a couple of degrees naturally, if you add all this up I've been suffering lately.

Everyday I would stay up until 7-10, put the dogs outside, take a COLD shower, turn the fan on it's highest setting, and then I would proceed to pass out until my room became too hot. I was seriously waking up in a drenched stupor every hour after noon.

But then today Corey came home and got our air conditioner to work.... now our house has a slight chill to it!!! Huzzah!!! =D I might even sleep with clothes on tonight! Or even a thin blanket! Who knows? I'm just ecstatic that my house isn't as hell-like as it was before. Satan's summer house is probably more appealing.... LoL Satan doesn't have a summer home! He's damned to an existence of remorse and longing. SUCKER! 

But on a more serious note: Earlier I was chased by a spider! It looked like a mini tarantula! And that's completely possible because the tarantula march happens up here!!! So here's what went down...
Sitting on the computer reading other blogs when a movement catches my eye, I glance up and HOLYFREAKINGCRAP!! I jumped up and the small tarantula looking thing charged at me.... I "Eeeeked" and side stepped as gracefully as anything bloated and prone to waddling could. Then I ran into our room and woke up Corey (poor man) not very easily either, I also refused to leave him alone until he at least went looking for the fuzzy demon.

He STILL hasn't found it but did promise to go on a hunt for it tomorrow between his trip to the gym with Ryan (more commonly known as "guy time") and us looking for a new place/buying baby stuff.

Until then I've been sitting up on our bed next to his sleeping body with a bottle of windex close by....

WISH ME LUCK! =/

Familiarize yourself with the Pain Scale....

So I found a link on Babycenter.com that led to Hyperbole and a Half and this blog has a whole new take on the Pain Scale. I've decided that I'm going to print out said new Pain Scale and take it to the hospital with me when I go into labor. It's great!!!!

Want want want....

I wanted to live in Japan for today... well earlier today I do believe. See on the 15th at 8pm (Japan time) there was or will be a total lunar eclipse but it can only be seen on that side of the Earth. Bummer right?? I was all excited and then =[ my face dropped. Hopefully the people on that side know how lucky they are, and take full advantage of this awesome experience.

This is just getting ridiculous!!!

Two Brown Recluse within 12 hours of each other. This morning I squished one right next to my water bottle then later when I got out of the shower I found one hanging from the ceiling. It was awful!! And they were big enough that I could plainly make out the fiddle on their backs. Poisonous spiders that big don't belong in my house.

The straw after the straw that broke the came's back...

A freaking baby black widow! Lucky for Corey I was awake when it came crawling up onto the bed... I squished the crap out of it!!!!! And it made me feel quite powerful! Mwahahahhaha!!! =]
So please keep us in your thoughts and hope + pray that we find a place before we have Gemma.