Do you remember over 13 months ago when we ordered things to start finally remodeling our house?
We had the bathroom done by Thanksgiving so that Kyle would be impressed. "Looks like a bowling alley"
Then at Xmas ken took TWO WEEKS OFF BECAUSE KYLE WAS GOING TO HELP DO THE ENTIRE LIVING ROOM.
That of course never happened.
And I have been living with this goddamned wood poking into my dining room, tripping on it and hurting myself, the cats constantly pissing on the underlayment (WHY? BECAUSE IT IS THERE AND SMUDGES STARTED IT. YOU CAN'T STOP PISS ON AN ABSORBENT SPOT UNLESS IT IS REMOVED. PERIOD. ). it got covered with cardboard at one point. Yes, piss on that too.
I think it has been there 6 months. 6 months of NO FUCKING WORK ON THE FLOOR.
Why? Because ken is upset about the piss.
We had a knock down drag out and I threatened to leave if something did not happen to this house soon as I can't live this way. Me constantly battling the piss because I can't STOP it, cleaning the boxes like nuts and trying to keep plug ins in.
Ken pulls all of the plugins out and wants the fan on. The fan that makes me miserable because it makes my eyes water.I can't us litter sprinkle on the box in the bathroom because he is allergic to it.
I AM PAST IT PAST IT PAST IT PAST IT.
And now with the dogs digging out again ken is spending all day burying wire and cinder blocks along 200 feet of fence.
IT IS ALL ABOUT CAT PISS. THE REASON WE ARE PUTTING DOWN THE WOOD IS STOP IT HAPPENING SO MUCH. AND GUESS WHAT? YOU CAN WIPE IT UP AND IT IS GONE ON WOOD. IT DOES NOT STICK AROUND LIKE IT DOES SINKING INTO THE CARPET.
I TOLD KEN I WOULD KILL TWO CATS TOMORROW. I STILL MAY DO IT.
Right now I wish I could buy cat piss like you can buy doe piss and I would toss it all over his closet.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Bread is evil
No more bread to be brought into this house.
I guess it is because I have done nothing more than snitch a nibble of a roll this past year or what, but ken is jazzing on some new fresh bread from the commissary and I am going nuts.
Just had a slice with havarti oozy melted on it. O_O Did not eat it all, but Smudges the super garbage disposal cat is loving it. And I can't keep Hecate out of the cheese. Or anything else I eat.
Carbs bad. bad bad bad. Bread stuff my tummy too tight. Especially gobs of it.
*slaps hand and face*
Back to the small tortillas.
I guess it is because I have done nothing more than snitch a nibble of a roll this past year or what, but ken is jazzing on some new fresh bread from the commissary and I am going nuts.
Just had a slice with havarti oozy melted on it. O_O Did not eat it all, but Smudges the super garbage disposal cat is loving it. And I can't keep Hecate out of the cheese. Or anything else I eat.
Carbs bad. bad bad bad. Bread stuff my tummy too tight. Especially gobs of it.
*slaps hand and face*
Back to the small tortillas.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
I am
Upset. Mad. Disappointed. Disgusted. And feel a loss.
Ken went up to a 00g about 6 months ago. He decided to go with the horseshoe shaped thingy, which from day one got caught on everything (in his pant, not me). If anyone has ever had a body piercing you know how very painful such a thing can be, even though he has been pierced for over 6 years.
He said in passing that it was bothering him, and I suggested we order him a new banana bar, but he did not say much more and, well, he seems to have torn himself.
I just sat there when he told me. I had ordered him the jewelry this week and he had said NOTHING.
And now this.
Those that know me well, and everyone invited here do so, understand how very much I treasure the PA.
When my nipple rings started migrating out for the second time in four years I just had to let them go. They healed up mostly but there is still a small hole. And I had an 8g. You know how big a 00g is? It is NOT going to heal to a point he will ever be able to wear his piercing. It is fucked up.
I told him we needed to go see a doctor ASAP and get it sewn. At least it will look more normal and he can stand up to pee. But he wont and I am pissed.
Fuck it all.
Ken went up to a 00g about 6 months ago. He decided to go with the horseshoe shaped thingy, which from day one got caught on everything (in his pant, not me). If anyone has ever had a body piercing you know how very painful such a thing can be, even though he has been pierced for over 6 years.
He said in passing that it was bothering him, and I suggested we order him a new banana bar, but he did not say much more and, well, he seems to have torn himself.
I just sat there when he told me. I had ordered him the jewelry this week and he had said NOTHING.
And now this.
Those that know me well, and everyone invited here do so, understand how very much I treasure the PA.
When my nipple rings started migrating out for the second time in four years I just had to let them go. They healed up mostly but there is still a small hole. And I had an 8g. You know how big a 00g is? It is NOT going to heal to a point he will ever be able to wear his piercing. It is fucked up.
I told him we needed to go see a doctor ASAP and get it sewn. At least it will look more normal and he can stand up to pee. But he wont and I am pissed.
Fuck it all.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Marriage
I admitted to Ken that I was lying and have been lying all of the time about how we got married.
Did I ever mention that on LJ? His divorce took so long to go through that it was near the end of December for it to go through the judge's hands. I insisted we get married before the end of the year to be a good tax write off.
But I had several plans for a small wedding. Hell, everyone does it on the beach. Smarmy but romantic. In a chapel in PC for small weddings. There were so many options.
My friends wanted to come but I knew we were going to have to jump on a date when we could.
I had no wedding ring. We got married in Florida because there was a 30 day waiting period in Alabama. The clerk at the courthouse actually had us filled out papers, And walkd us out to what we thought would be a judges office or chambers.
Nope. Right then and there she married us on the sidewalk.
I GOT MARRIED ON A SIDEWALK AT CITY HALL. I about died.
And the no ring. I had been dreaming of a wedding ring made of Aquamarines. An eternity band style. No diamonds for me, thanks. But it was not to be found and we had nothing. To "make do" we ordered cheap rings. They look kinda cute, but I feel like I am wearing a cigarette band.
Am I being petty? I did not want a bif deal, but.....
No honeymoon until the Mouse fuck all that has left me broken for life.
We had okanned a reception and my close friends were wanting to come down for it. I wanted it at Weeki Wachee with the Mermaids. How cool would that have been.
But you know what? NO ONE in his family mentioned our marriage when we visited. No one. I felt like dirt.
One of the brothers got married to his cunt live in of 19 years and everyone was over the moon.
I felt less than interested about the reception.
And now Kim thinks we should get remarried and have the reception. I can't. Why? What difference would it really make? The open wound is thee, and Ms Barnes' daughter has a steel trap memory. I will think about this every time I see them. Hell, I lost almost 100 pounds and no one mentioned it. I waas there for two nights and no one said anything. Fuck.
So I am in a funk. And sad.
Did I ever mention that on LJ? His divorce took so long to go through that it was near the end of December for it to go through the judge's hands. I insisted we get married before the end of the year to be a good tax write off.
But I had several plans for a small wedding. Hell, everyone does it on the beach. Smarmy but romantic. In a chapel in PC for small weddings. There were so many options.
My friends wanted to come but I knew we were going to have to jump on a date when we could.
I had no wedding ring. We got married in Florida because there was a 30 day waiting period in Alabama. The clerk at the courthouse actually had us filled out papers, And walkd us out to what we thought would be a judges office or chambers.
Nope. Right then and there she married us on the sidewalk.
I GOT MARRIED ON A SIDEWALK AT CITY HALL. I about died.
And the no ring. I had been dreaming of a wedding ring made of Aquamarines. An eternity band style. No diamonds for me, thanks. But it was not to be found and we had nothing. To "make do" we ordered cheap rings. They look kinda cute, but I feel like I am wearing a cigarette band.
Am I being petty? I did not want a bif deal, but.....
No honeymoon until the Mouse fuck all that has left me broken for life.
We had okanned a reception and my close friends were wanting to come down for it. I wanted it at Weeki Wachee with the Mermaids. How cool would that have been.
But you know what? NO ONE in his family mentioned our marriage when we visited. No one. I felt like dirt.
One of the brothers got married to his cunt live in of 19 years and everyone was over the moon.
I felt less than interested about the reception.
And now Kim thinks we should get remarried and have the reception. I can't. Why? What difference would it really make? The open wound is thee, and Ms Barnes' daughter has a steel trap memory. I will think about this every time I see them. Hell, I lost almost 100 pounds and no one mentioned it. I waas there for two nights and no one said anything. Fuck.
So I am in a funk. And sad.
Godd goobly goo
Ok, loosing a password, or having Google take over more world and screw me up sux. And now I am tied to my phone and tv. >_<
And youtube too?
I am sitting in bed laying back against a pile of pillows supporting my back and neck as best as possible. I have wet nails and am listening to the monkeys play.
I guess this house now has the secret power to make our new animals monkeys. I guess that would explain Morrigan. As much as anything can
Today I started doing some leather crafting. I need tools and buckles and a few slabs o leather. And they just moved the damned Tandy to Birmingham. Whatta bitch. That's twice the distance for me. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
I need a craft room. Do desperately. Doing work in the living room is a bitch. I make a big mess with organizing and planning that it is a mess to pack it up every night when the critters come in.
I want a small building in the back yard. Painted pink. With gingerbread and pretties. Flowers and a porch.
Not happening as we have not the money and sure as hell not the time.
Oh well.
And youtube too?
I am sitting in bed laying back against a pile of pillows supporting my back and neck as best as possible. I have wet nails and am listening to the monkeys play.
I guess this house now has the secret power to make our new animals monkeys. I guess that would explain Morrigan. As much as anything can
Today I started doing some leather crafting. I need tools and buckles and a few slabs o leather. And they just moved the damned Tandy to Birmingham. Whatta bitch. That's twice the distance for me. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
I need a craft room. Do desperately. Doing work in the living room is a bitch. I make a big mess with organizing and planning that it is a mess to pack it up every night when the critters come in.
I want a small building in the back yard. Painted pink. With gingerbread and pretties. Flowers and a porch.
Not happening as we have not the money and sure as hell not the time.
Oh well.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Apparently my reaction the other day was sane
c'mon, surely you all thought (be ye out there) (or perhaps that nekkid invisible man that follows me around) that
the events of me tripping out was mania. Well I did.. And if ya knew about how this crap works you can understand that I am analyzing things much more these days. Seeing a Psych every week for over a year has me in a pretty good spot now. And she said that today.
Monday, instead of loosing it, throwing a dog at ken's head and screaming, I sat down with him and we had a conversation about the lack of movement regarding the house renovation.
ZOMG. I KNOW!~
And really, do people pronounce Z O M G like in the movies recently? Kick me please.
Anyway, Kim was like Yay! And I was like Really?
I have progressed. I guess this is where I say some metaphorical crap and wise crack, but I am just going to say this: good.
Good is a good place.
the events of me tripping out was mania. Well I did.. And if ya knew about how this crap works you can understand that I am analyzing things much more these days. Seeing a Psych every week for over a year has me in a pretty good spot now. And she said that today.
Monday, instead of loosing it, throwing a dog at ken's head and screaming, I sat down with him and we had a conversation about the lack of movement regarding the house renovation.
ZOMG. I KNOW!~
And really, do people pronounce Z O M G like in the movies recently? Kick me please.
Anyway, Kim was like Yay! And I was like Really?
I have progressed. I guess this is where I say some metaphorical crap and wise crack, but I am just going to say this: good.
Good is a good place.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
How mad can I get?
ZOMG. Yesterday was a volcano day.
Went to DEERS (I have no idea what that stands for) w/manthing to get some medical info updated with the Army. The health system of this country just needs to go suck itself. ok?
Then I have a yee haw with CS about the lack of coats in the chicks section. The guys had about 20 different coats, all name brands and high quality. Chicks? I saw a vest that was lined by imitation lambswool. >_<
Ken had to work last night, so I suggested we grab food as he has to eat a solid meal before sleeping. (have I mentioned how much I HATE his schedule?). Chinese? nahhh. Hamburgers? Nahhhh. How about Mexican?
Went to this place we had been going to for years. Wow. They have redecorated. cool.
Menu seemed about the same and did not matter to me. Chilli relleno and a salad with guac. Thats me for over 20 years.
Oi. My relleno came out as a grease ball. Did not notice until I prepared to hack up everything and mix in into one ugly goop and eat it all together that way. Yeah--gross, but me.
Standing grease. And then relleno that was supposed to be kinda crispy? Soggy to the point of plopping apart when I lifted the edge with a fork.
Sat there. Sat there. long time later the waiter comes over to ask if things are ok and to give us the cheque. >_< I tell him that the relleno is an insult to the name and was horrid. And no I did not want anything else as my hubby was done eating, thanks ever so. He says "OK" and leaves.
We sit there a few minutes and noone comes by to say anything. Ok on our part. I tell ken to go wait in the car as he hates my way of handling bad service. I had had my life working customer service. Don;t fuck with me.
I tell the chick at the register that I wanted the manager. He comes up and I tell him that my relleno was horrid and sitting in grease and no one came to check on us. Even though we were in plain site of the table the waiters sat at. Yes, they had a table in the dining room.
I told him that the waiter acted like a jackass when he gave us the cheque.
At that point the manager snatches the cheque out of my hands and tells me to never come back.
*blinks*
"Excuse me?"
"No one talks to me like that. Get out. " Mr machismo sneers at me and rolls his eyes at the men standing behind me.
"You just fucked up dude"
The guys behind me laughed out loud.
I turn "Yes I said fuck. You think that is funny?"
I storm out and start hopping up and down in the parking lot. I scream at ken to go in and beat the bastard up. Does that tell you how mad I am? I want to see if my toy bag is in the back of the car.
Ken gets out and ushers me to my side of the car.
We go to wendys to get me food. I tell the guy at the drive thru about my experience. we stop at a gas station. I tell any and everyone about it.
When we get home I told ken to give me the keys as I needed to go by the Chevy dealer. I promised not to go kill the Mexican and stay away from the restaurant. Really.
So a couple of minutes later I am sitting in the chevy Managers office telling him about how one of his salesmen was laughing at me at the mexican place. Gave a description, and said "You can spot him. He smells like Mexican food."
Don't fuck with me when you are wearing your work shirt. That is just stupid. The manager is gobsmacked. How weird is this situation. I tell him that we have a Chevy(sadly I call it the Gray Slug). We go there religiously every 3000 miles. And now this.
We bought a car from him. And that dude was laughing at me. Oh, and wow you have such pretty eyes.
He still is sitting there gathering flies, totally thrown off by my compliment.
I stand up to leave and he shakes it off. I am sure he does not want to loose our business.
"Look. I was furious when I got here, but I apologize for yelling at you. really. Go tell that dude he is an idiot and that he is representing you everytime he wears that shirt, where ever he is at. He is a dumb ass. And messes with the wrong broad."
He starts to say whatever he can and tell him not to worry about loosing my service. But that dude had better be glad I did not have my whip with me.
When I got home I felt much better.
Now I am sitting here contemplating what else to do.
Fucker. I hate machismo. And now I hate that Mexican. Is it racism or sexist?
grrrrrrrrr
Went to DEERS (I have no idea what that stands for) w/manthing to get some medical info updated with the Army. The health system of this country just needs to go suck itself. ok?
Then I have a yee haw with CS about the lack of coats in the chicks section. The guys had about 20 different coats, all name brands and high quality. Chicks? I saw a vest that was lined by imitation lambswool. >_<
Ken had to work last night, so I suggested we grab food as he has to eat a solid meal before sleeping. (have I mentioned how much I HATE his schedule?). Chinese? nahhh. Hamburgers? Nahhhh. How about Mexican?
Went to this place we had been going to for years. Wow. They have redecorated. cool.
Menu seemed about the same and did not matter to me. Chilli relleno and a salad with guac. Thats me for over 20 years.
Oi. My relleno came out as a grease ball. Did not notice until I prepared to hack up everything and mix in into one ugly goop and eat it all together that way. Yeah--gross, but me.
Standing grease. And then relleno that was supposed to be kinda crispy? Soggy to the point of plopping apart when I lifted the edge with a fork.
Sat there. Sat there. long time later the waiter comes over to ask if things are ok and to give us the cheque. >_< I tell him that the relleno is an insult to the name and was horrid. And no I did not want anything else as my hubby was done eating, thanks ever so. He says "OK" and leaves.
We sit there a few minutes and noone comes by to say anything. Ok on our part. I tell ken to go wait in the car as he hates my way of handling bad service. I had had my life working customer service. Don;t fuck with me.
I tell the chick at the register that I wanted the manager. He comes up and I tell him that my relleno was horrid and sitting in grease and no one came to check on us. Even though we were in plain site of the table the waiters sat at. Yes, they had a table in the dining room.
I told him that the waiter acted like a jackass when he gave us the cheque.
At that point the manager snatches the cheque out of my hands and tells me to never come back.
*blinks*
"Excuse me?"
"No one talks to me like that. Get out. " Mr machismo sneers at me and rolls his eyes at the men standing behind me.
"You just fucked up dude"
The guys behind me laughed out loud.
I turn "Yes I said fuck. You think that is funny?"
I storm out and start hopping up and down in the parking lot. I scream at ken to go in and beat the bastard up. Does that tell you how mad I am? I want to see if my toy bag is in the back of the car.
Ken gets out and ushers me to my side of the car.
We go to wendys to get me food. I tell the guy at the drive thru about my experience. we stop at a gas station. I tell any and everyone about it.
When we get home I told ken to give me the keys as I needed to go by the Chevy dealer. I promised not to go kill the Mexican and stay away from the restaurant. Really.
So a couple of minutes later I am sitting in the chevy Managers office telling him about how one of his salesmen was laughing at me at the mexican place. Gave a description, and said "You can spot him. He smells like Mexican food."
Don't fuck with me when you are wearing your work shirt. That is just stupid. The manager is gobsmacked. How weird is this situation. I tell him that we have a Chevy(sadly I call it the Gray Slug). We go there religiously every 3000 miles. And now this.
We bought a car from him. And that dude was laughing at me. Oh, and wow you have such pretty eyes.
He still is sitting there gathering flies, totally thrown off by my compliment.
I stand up to leave and he shakes it off. I am sure he does not want to loose our business.
"Look. I was furious when I got here, but I apologize for yelling at you. really. Go tell that dude he is an idiot and that he is representing you everytime he wears that shirt, where ever he is at. He is a dumb ass. And messes with the wrong broad."
He starts to say whatever he can and tell him not to worry about loosing my service. But that dude had better be glad I did not have my whip with me.
When I got home I felt much better.
Now I am sitting here contemplating what else to do.
Fucker. I hate machismo. And now I hate that Mexican. Is it racism or sexist?
grrrrrrrrr
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Dumb ass
Ok so there we were. We skooted to Dothan for a couple of errands last night.
The new Publixeseses were open, ok? Big thing down yonder. And I require more items for my Halloween yard. Was gonna hit up Party City to get some strobes.
So Petsmart is right next to PartyCity and that is where we have to get our cat foods as no one else down her carries it. That is the rub.
First off--seems Party City just went =poof=. All gone. hunh. So we hustle into Petsmart as it is late and we did not want to stay out all night. Grab two bags of cat food (on sale! For a change) and head over to get dawg fud. Yes, they get fed upon occasion.
This leads us past the Adoption Room. Full of Cats. Always go in to give pets as they are great and manage to home a bunch of older kitties. And I also wanted to make sure no black cats were there. Whew. Sign says no cat adoptions for the week of Halloween.
=sigh=
Do you believe in reincarnation?
I lost Hela 3 years ago. I rescued her from the Humane Society in Birmingham. She was this skinny little Siamese kitten who reached out and grabbed me as I was giving pets to everyone. Her claws got stuck on my sleeve. Oh look. Siamese. Mine.
Last night I stood in that room for over ten minutes. Then I stood outside the room for about that time. Ken had a look of pain on his face. I finally sniffled a bit, told Hela I really missed her and told ken it was time to go. He had major relief on his face.
Publix on the way home-- wow. Almost 10 pm and they are shining fruit. Not a pippin or pluot out of place.
Yes, they have a very good deli, a fresh seafood corner(none anywhere here) and some foods I have been missing. Good but not terribly exciting. They do not carry my blueberry bread. Fuckers.
And on isle two as I grabbed something off the shelf----
"Ken, I am getting that kitten tomorrow."
"I know you are."
Last night Hecate grabbed me as I walked past her to pet the old kitty in the next cage. She grabbed me and looked at me with old eyes. She's Hela giving Mama a chance to take better care of her. And that "Oh look--Siamese."
Great. A new chick kitty. Imagine the other bitches happiness.
The new Publixeseses were open, ok? Big thing down yonder. And I require more items for my Halloween yard. Was gonna hit up Party City to get some strobes.
So Petsmart is right next to PartyCity and that is where we have to get our cat foods as no one else down her carries it. That is the rub.
First off--seems Party City just went =poof=. All gone. hunh. So we hustle into Petsmart as it is late and we did not want to stay out all night. Grab two bags of cat food (on sale! For a change) and head over to get dawg fud. Yes, they get fed upon occasion.
This leads us past the Adoption Room. Full of Cats. Always go in to give pets as they are great and manage to home a bunch of older kitties. And I also wanted to make sure no black cats were there. Whew. Sign says no cat adoptions for the week of Halloween.
=sigh=
Do you believe in reincarnation?
I lost Hela 3 years ago. I rescued her from the Humane Society in Birmingham. She was this skinny little Siamese kitten who reached out and grabbed me as I was giving pets to everyone. Her claws got stuck on my sleeve. Oh look. Siamese. Mine.
Last night I stood in that room for over ten minutes. Then I stood outside the room for about that time. Ken had a look of pain on his face. I finally sniffled a bit, told Hela I really missed her and told ken it was time to go. He had major relief on his face.
Publix on the way home-- wow. Almost 10 pm and they are shining fruit. Not a pippin or pluot out of place.
Yes, they have a very good deli, a fresh seafood corner(none anywhere here) and some foods I have been missing. Good but not terribly exciting. They do not carry my blueberry bread. Fuckers.
And on isle two as I grabbed something off the shelf----
"Ken, I am getting that kitten tomorrow."
"I know you are."
Last night Hecate grabbed me as I walked past her to pet the old kitty in the next cage. She grabbed me and looked at me with old eyes. She's Hela giving Mama a chance to take better care of her. And that "Oh look--Siamese."
Great. A new chick kitty. Imagine the other bitches happiness.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
blech
Woke up to hear ken telling me that he had fixed the garbage disposal. This is a good thing as not only had it been not working, but clogged and had water standing in the sink. I am adding lemons to my shopping list today.
Today is also the day to get all of the Halloween stuff up. I can't believe it has not been done! Dammit all. Big problem is that I never had a big yard in Atlanta and let go most of my stuff when I moved there. Here in Hooterville? At Michaels and Target there was an isle. ONE per store. Michaels being particularly small.
And no evil cat stuff. That's my thing. Halloween cats. And no cutesy crap. Always a hard thing to find, but this year impossible.
A trip to Party City is hopefully going to at least give me a few things. That and the skeleton dressed in cute girl toddler clothes w/wig that is going to be strung up on a huge spider web on our arbor covered with big spiders. But I need to find a damned strobe light.
No plans for a Halloween Party after last year's BDSM party in Tallahassee. Ken being mistaken for a German tourist and them having no idea who Maleficent was after HOURS of work (actually days) really pissed me off. Those cheap party wigs come wadded up and you have to not only wash them but style. >_< Styling was a joke. Took me a week to get curls and poofy, with a few horns-shapey bits.
Anyway, the nearest party is in Mobile, and I swear I do not wanna take the trouble. two disaster events have been enough. Going to have to be something spectacularly rewarding for me to get interested. My plan is to coat myself with blood and open the door to the Trick or Treaters while chewing on a bone. (add to list stopping by meat prosessing place on the way to Dothan to procure a femur of something. Probably a goat. Goat meat seems to be very popular these days).
Here down BELOW the frickin Bible belt in the testicle region, everything is major "Harvest Festival". Should see all over the smiley happy shining scarecrows. Or should I call them "Happycrows"? *barfs* Since Halloween is on Sunday they will probably come by on Saturday.
Oh well. Have to let ken sleep another couple of hours. Fucking hate his job. Hate hate hate hate hate it. Yes, great paycheck. But working nights mean we never see each other. But that is another post
Today is also the day to get all of the Halloween stuff up. I can't believe it has not been done! Dammit all. Big problem is that I never had a big yard in Atlanta and let go most of my stuff when I moved there. Here in Hooterville? At Michaels and Target there was an isle. ONE per store. Michaels being particularly small.
And no evil cat stuff. That's my thing. Halloween cats. And no cutesy crap. Always a hard thing to find, but this year impossible.
A trip to Party City is hopefully going to at least give me a few things. That and the skeleton dressed in cute girl toddler clothes w/wig that is going to be strung up on a huge spider web on our arbor covered with big spiders. But I need to find a damned strobe light.
No plans for a Halloween Party after last year's BDSM party in Tallahassee. Ken being mistaken for a German tourist and them having no idea who Maleficent was after HOURS of work (actually days) really pissed me off. Those cheap party wigs come wadded up and you have to not only wash them but style. >_< Styling was a joke. Took me a week to get curls and poofy, with a few horns-shapey bits.
Anyway, the nearest party is in Mobile, and I swear I do not wanna take the trouble. two disaster events have been enough. Going to have to be something spectacularly rewarding for me to get interested. My plan is to coat myself with blood and open the door to the Trick or Treaters while chewing on a bone. (add to list stopping by meat prosessing place on the way to Dothan to procure a femur of something. Probably a goat. Goat meat seems to be very popular these days).
Here down BELOW the frickin Bible belt in the testicle region, everything is major "Harvest Festival". Should see all over the smiley happy shining scarecrows. Or should I call them "Happycrows"? *barfs* Since Halloween is on Sunday they will probably come by on Saturday.
Oh well. Have to let ken sleep another couple of hours. Fucking hate his job. Hate hate hate hate hate it. Yes, great paycheck. But working nights mean we never see each other. But that is another post
Bed time
ok. Good start. 4 posts already. I plan to keep this active like lj.
Need to see if their picture hosting site is something that will accept my pics and keeps the from other prying eyes.
Hot soak in bath. Drugs taken. =ack= put some in mouth before I got water. The melties are so nasty.
Odin is by my side. The Rainbow Bridge is calling for him and I am too scared to take him to the vet. I am watching him like a hawk and giving him tons of love.
Told ken last week I cannot do anymore death watches. Neither people or animals. But I would not let this baby go alone. He is pain free and eats and drinks. I want to cry just thinking about it.
Need to see if their picture hosting site is something that will accept my pics and keeps the from other prying eyes.
Hot soak in bath. Drugs taken. =ack= put some in mouth before I got water. The melties are so nasty.
Odin is by my side. The Rainbow Bridge is calling for him and I am too scared to take him to the vet. I am watching him like a hawk and giving him tons of love.
Told ken last week I cannot do anymore death watches. Neither people or animals. But I would not let this baby go alone. He is pain free and eats and drinks. I want to cry just thinking about it.
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