Who is Santa Claus?

I asked this question of my 13 year old son tonight. Why? Because I was testing him. I told him last year, and the year before, that the answer is always "a magical fat man who brings gifts to all good children".

When he is too old to believe in Santa, he stops receiving gifts from Santa, you see.

He was getting curious, asking a lot of questions about what gifts were here, what had been ordered, etc, and I decided to shut him up. I asked him the question, assuming that he would say "well, duh, you are" like he had in years past, and I have then corrected him and shown him the "true answer" is the path to fabulous gifts. I did not expect him to remember it. I was wrong.
I was expecting him to name me and JP as "Santa" and then tell him "Ha, wrong bucko, now you get nothing" I wanted the questioning to stop. But he answered as if he were my little puppet: "Santa is a jolly fat man who brings presents to all good children".

shit.

well, I guess I should be happy that he remembered. The main reason for this, year or two ago, was so that he would not ruin it for his younger brother and sister. I don't know, the fat man may be out of the bag by now, I haven't really gotten any real questions from the younger ones yet.

Either way, I am going to double wrap some gifts, and put some that are already wrapped inside bigger boxes just to throw them off a bit. Damn kids are getting too smart to mess with at Christmas time anymore... now what fun is that? tell me?

Clockwork, I tell ya!

It's a beautiful thing.
Without being graphic, let's just say I got a visitor today that I have been eagerly anticipating, even had it circled on the calendar with a big red circle. The best news is that the visitor will be gone the entire time my husband is home. Good riddance!

I spent my day cleaning the family room. I took care of the area where the tree is going to go, got the laundry room looking INCREDIBLY CLEAN, even though nobody will see it, I will be able to sleep at night KNOWING it's clean. I got the grocery shopping done, too.

So it was technically a pretty dull day, but I got quite a few things crossed off my list, so that's good news.

Tonight is the SURVIVOR finale, so that shoots the rest of my night, but it's all for a good cause (GO OZZY!!)

I'm going in to school early tomorrow, I only have to be there at noon for the Senate meeting, but being the naughty bad secretary that I am, I have not yet finished typing up the minutes from the last meeting, or done the agenda for tomorrow's meeting. I am guessing that most senators will not show up anyway, being finals week, so we won't meet quorum, and won't be able to even have a meeting, but I will at least do my part, like a good secretary (who wants her damn stipend!!)

It's still not white here, we are down to one week before Christmas, and I'm starting to worry that we here in NORTHERN MINNESOTA will not have a white Christmas. Hell, we ALWAYS have a white Christmas. Most years we have a white Halloween, and a white Valentine's Day AND a white Easter! I'm finally getting into the Christmas spirit and there's no damn snow. It's starting to get depressing. But I suppose the longer it holds out and stays unseasonably warm, the easier it will be for JP to come for a visit from the land of sand and hellfire. I'd hate for him to get off the plane and go directly into hypothermic shock...

Emma, the hockey STAR!!

I am so proud of my little girl.
They had a game today against Fergus Falls (our girls call them fungus falls).
It was not a total ass whooping, yes, our girls lost, 8-1

BUT

That one goal? (no, em did not score it)

BUT

She assisted. For anyone not in the hockey-know, that means she passed it to the girl who did score. And it means she gets credit for the assist, like, without her, the goal would not have happened!! I was almost in tears, I was so happy. JP I can't wait for you to see how much she has improved. Oh, and Tom S. was one of the referees for their game, I even caught him whispering to Em to move up in front of the net at one point... but no, I don't think the refs were

biased!! LOL

I got a bunch of Christmas wrapping done today, all of Emma's is done, I went out and bought the big thing for Eric, a Lego Millennium Falcon set. It's still in the back end of the van, will have to wait until the kids go to bed tonight to bring it in. I have Alex's smaller gift, still want to get him a clothing type gift, same for Eric. Then the things that JP ordered for Alex and Emma will have to be wrapped assuming they arrive in time. I still am not sure how we are going to do this. I think Christmas morning for the kids will be the clothing gifts and their stockings. Everything else will wait for JP to come home to see.

I also got Steven and Mark taken care of. They are coming up next Saturday and spending the night, leaving sometime on Sunday (Christmas Eve). I was not able to give Steven any ideas for the kids, so he said that he was just going to give them gift cards. He acted all pissy about it. Um, actually, they LOVE gift cards. It's like a shopping spree for them, it's actually MORE fun that way.

I have damn near no money left, and I still have to buy groceries, but hey, that's what credit is for, right? Between the different forms of money coming in shortly after Christmas and shortly after the New Year, I think I should be able to bump us nicely back into the black, we'll be fine.

Tomorrow I am going to try to rearrange furniture to figure out where to put the tree downstairs. I think I want it down there this year. Now that we don't need a tank there in the corner for Shaggy, I think that's where I will put it. After Christmas, when the tree is gone, that's where the kids can have their big Santa gift in it's permanent location. Yeah, that sounds like a plan, now all I have to do if figure out what to do with that big 55 gallon tank. Lug it out to the garage, I suppose. My luck I'll fall on the ice, on my ass, shatter glass and ass all in one slick move.

Will keep you posted dear, I know you're concerned about my ass. hehe

Last day of my first semester of college

How appropriate, I spent my final day of real classes being bored to the point of almost smashing my head down onto my laptop because I FELL ASLEEP in Business Law this morning. I literally caught my head by waking up just before my chin hit the keyboard.

I have to go in on Monday, at noon for a Senate meeting. 20 minutes, tops!
I have to go in on Tuesday, at 8 am for a Business Math test, not a final, just the last chapter test. Half hour, tops.
I have to go in on Wednesday, at 10 for a Comp Tech test, not a final, just the PowerPoint test. Maybe 45 minutes, if I am a complete moron...
I have to go to the vet with the girls on Thursday at 9 am.
Friday is Mr. Eric's 9th birthday.

I have decided that this next week, I will do some rearranging and put up the friggin' tree. Ugh. At least we got a new one, PRE-LIT!! No dicking around with trying to string lights that don't work anyway! I also want to wrap the gifts that I have already purchased.

I got some very cool stuff tonight in an email. News. I doubt if this is an OPSEC issue, I think I can safely say that I got a newsletter from the people who are keeping my husband from me. They are talking about dates, as in DATES, calendar dates. The main one being FEBRUARY 14. Not just for lovers who make me want to vomit out of jealousy. February 14th is the last date they recommend that we send things to our loved ones. Why? Because they cannot guarantee that the guys will be there to receive anything mailed after that. This makes me happy.

The other thing I got out of this emailed newsletter is a photo. If I can figure out how to copy and paste it, I will. I actually got tears in my eyes when I saw it. It is a picture of my husband's DOOR!! It's got his last name, and his roommate's last name on it, and it's got a sign duct taped to it that I mailed to him. What does the sign say? "NO SNOWMOBILING" Now, for those of you not in wintery areas, these are black signs with orange lettering, similar to signs advertising things for sale, kind of a plastic untearable sign, you can buy in just about any hardware store. People post them on their property to keep those noisy fuckers away. I am seriously considering asking JP to send it back to me, so I can post it on the new barb wire fence I want to install. I sent this to my husband because I am a sarcastic bitch who loves irony. No snowmobiling... yeah, no shit? They have sand... as far as they eye can see, no snow, just more fucking sand.
Just seeing something of his, even though it's not even a picture of him, makes me happy and sad all at once.
He could very easily be in my arms IN TWO WEEKS!!

TWO WEEKS PEOPLE!!!

*sigh*
soon baby, soon

"So you think you can dance?"

Tonight I was asked to come to the family room, for a "performance". I sat down, as a good mother should, when begged by a child for a simple thing that requires nothing but my time. I can give that, no problem. But OH. MY. GOD. How not good it was. She turned on the CD player, cranked the volume to an icky song that I did not recognize and proceeded to "dance" ( and I use the term loosely) a little routine she had worked out. Thoughts of Elaine from Seinfeld came to mind, as did the scene from Napoleon Dynamite. Both of them are better dancers than my daughter.

I cannot even begin to describe what I saw. There are no words to actually explain it, it was bad, just so very off tempo and weird looking. I tried my best to have my 'smiling loving mommy' face on, but I could feel my eyebrows coming closer and closer together, wanting to frown. I pushed them high on my forehead with a great deal of effort, pasted a smile on my face, and prayed for the CD to skip, or break, or start smoking or ANYTHING to make it stop.

When she got done, I clapped, as a good mommy should, and then she asked me "So, what do you think? I have been practicing for a long time, I want to enter the talent show at school, can I?"


um.... I... um... well... gee..... (HELP!!) I asked her when the talent show is, how much time does she have? Not til spring, thank god, so I am hoping she will forget by then. For her own sake.

Poor child, she has inherited the dance gene from her father...

Thanks to Scott from Oregon (AELEOPE) for the idea/website for making my own Church sign... I think I will have to go back occasionally and make some more!

Sleeping beauty and another disturbing photo

'Nuff said, I slept great last night, it was wonderful. Now I have to go out and buy Excedrin PM in bulk quantities!!

Now I'm sitting in a class, one that I am exempt from the final for. She is having the jerks and slackasses (basically all the GUYS) in the class use this time to prepare for the final, so I am glad I have my laptop, I have played solitaire, checked my blogs that I read daily and balanced the checkbook.

I will probably have more to chat about later tonight, but for now, I think maybe I will work on some homework, or do a little extra studying on Power Point for my next class.

The answer to the bonus question I gave JP yesterday is that 14 years ago yesterday (12-12-92) he and I got engaged. Notice I did not say "He asked me to marry him"... because he did not. I will always remember his words on that day:" IF I ask you, will you say yes?"

Yes, JP, I will always say yes.

SNOW DAY!

OK, so not "snow" per say, but the kids did get out of going to school today. Call it a "freezing rain" day, and it just doesn't have the same lovely ring to it!

Because the roads were awful, I, too skipped out on a class. Just my morning one though. I had a Senate meeting at noon, and Accounting class at 1, so I did go to those.

I got the official word from JP this morning: HE LEAVES HELL ON THE 27TH OF DECEMBER!! Can ya tell I'm just a little excited!? This means that MOST LIKELY he will be home for New Year's Eve. Less than 20 days and that luscious, dreamy hunk of a man will be back in my arms where he belongs!

And by the time he heads back to Hell, the countdown will be around 2 months til HOME FOR GOOD!!

I am finishing up final prep on certain gifts, and of course, there will be pictures posted shortly after they're taken, cannot wait for that moment!!

I talked to my father-in-law tonight, things are getting set for the 6th, sounds like both sisters, brother and a few nephews and nieces will be arriving that Saturday morning, staying the night at hotels in town, and having a good get-together/welcome home party. I am really looking forward to that. I think it will be good for the family to get together like this.

I got a post card in the mail from the girls' vet, it's time for their annual rabies shots, and I am going to try to make the appointments for next week when I'm mostly off. I really want to get Comet in on that scale. I'm guessing she's in the upper 70#s. My sweet little moose baby, she is!

I'm still not sleeping well, really starting to piss me off. Mom gave me some Excedrin PM a bit ago, we shall see how that works. It's not so much that I'm not sleeping well, I CAN sleep all night, once I actually get to sleep. That's where the problem lies. I cannot seem to shut off my thinking and planning and wondering and considering and questioning and pondering and other various forms of verbal diarrhea that aren't really verbal, they're all mental, and they will not shut up and LET ME SLEEP!

So here it is, 9pm, and I've got about 20 minutes in since I swallowed those PM's... hoping they'll kick in soon. Plus, I got good news today about JP, so I'm hoping that alone will help me rest easier tonight. I have to get more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night, I just cannot function like this much longer. See? Now I am putting pressure on myself to fall asleep, shit, that's not gonna work!

Ugh, OK, few more things to goof with online, then I'm going to let the pretty blue pills carry me off (I hope!).

Goodnight honey, I love you so much.
(Hey, here's a bonus question for you JP... What happened on this date in history? Our history, that is) get the correct answer and get a special present when you get home!!

"Be the ball"

This is what Amanda told me tonight. I was pretty much sucking ass, first game I only bowled a 98.

so as I step up for my first frame of game #2, she bellows out "BE THE BALL, NIK, BE THE BALL" and then she, Charity, Jacqui and Missy all start that NUH NUH NUH NUH" thing that Chevy Chase does in Caddyshack... I started giggling hysterically, and...

THREW A STRIKE!!

My next two games were a large improvement, I got a 114 and a 124. That gave me a nightly average of 112, MUCH better than my cumulative average of 103. The way I see it, as long as I stay right in the general area of my average, yeah, I'm good, I'll take that.

So seeing my brother this weekend did give me one good thing: another recommendation. He is the one who recommended we stay in Playa Del Carmen, he even recommended a great hotel. JP and I had 7 days of incredible fun and sun and...sex (no TV in the room, wooohhooooo!)

So JP and I had talked about taking another vacation roughly Feb/Mar of '08. Another 7 days of bliss, no kids, sand and sun and, of course, sex. I asked Steven to recommend a good place, not all touristy, not extremely expensive, but this time we did want to do all-inclusive. He right away blurts out "Coral Resort, Santo Domingo". Now, being the Midwestern sheltered-life wench that I am, I paused, wondering if I should ask or just pretend I knew. I decided to ask: "Where is that?" He rolled his eyes and said "Dominican Republic, duh" Thanks Steven, I needed that, you egotistical fucknut. ANYWAY... (sorry, got off on a 'hate him' tangent there) So he says that it's an all inclusive resort, really nice, right on the beach, and it runs around $100 per night. HOLY CRAP! Are ya kiddin' me? That would be fabulous! So I emailed JP about it, and I will do some searching online myself, see what I can find.

I'm about to go bonkers with all the stuff I have to do... silly little things, like homework, and mailing stuff out, and cleaning my house, and taking care of surprises and such. I have Christmas presents under my bed which I know are not safe until they are wrapped twice in paper and hidden again. I wish it was next week already.

JP says it's almost a sure thing that he's leaving hell on the 27th. That would be so wonderful. That way he MAY make it home for New Year's Eve so I don't have to hop a flight down to Nashville and intrude on Flat & Bat's plans!LOL

OK, time to hit it, I have an 8a.m. class with a psycho math teacher... {want her to retire} who goes through a chapter a week, one hour of learning stuff, then 2 days later...A TEST... psychotic wench!

Yup, that's it, stick a fork in me, I'm done!

Almost forgot another fun picure

OK, this isn't so much a "fun" picture as it is a "disturbing" picture, but still in the realm of graphic artists and computer photo shop- type geeks, it's pretty impressive. And creepy, yeah, I'll give ya that, it is creepy.

So much for trying to go to bed early tonight, I am still brain-numb, but now I am brain-numb with the kids' Santa present hidden nicely under my bed. Jason stopped over tonight and brought it in for me. So cool, they're really going to flip. Of course, we are going to have to get a 3rd controller... can 3 people play games on those things? Or is 2 the limit? I'm talking about a PS2, so if anyone knows the answer to this, please let me know... With 3 kids, I know I can always count on fights, but if I can pick up one more controller and avoid another tiff, I will definitely look into it!!

Gay Men, Long Drives & snotty no-class hockey bitches

The title pretty much sums up the weekend.

The concert was great, even the Latin shit that I did not understand. The kids were INCREDIBLY good. Even Steven said so... so that's saying alot. Mom finally told Steven about selling her house, and they took care of financial dealings, and she told him about Dave and his offer. He seems okay with it, but we will see. I'm betting he was too busy being self important on Saturday to realize that he may have an opinion about someone else's life... how silly of him to forget, after all, he has an opinion on everything. I am pretty sure I will be getting a phone call from him later this week asking for details, hearing his opinion and basically letting him have his say. I don't really care what his "say" is, but I love him, so I will let him babble and pretend I care, pretend it matters.

The drive home today was... L--------O---------N---------G I think maybe it just felt like it took forever because I just wanted to be home NOW. The kids were pretty good on the ride home, I think they felt the same way: Let's just get there.

After we got home and unpacked the van, I had to run Emma to the arena for her hockey game. She has to be there an hour before the game. So during that hour I ran out and picked up my girls, wow, they were happy to see us!! Then I ran Mom out to Dave's so she could get her girls and her truck. Turns out that Zoey was not a lady out there for Dave. Sounds like she was a manipulative little stinker. But Dave fell for the "seizure" trembling and crumbled like a cookie. She may not have thumbs, but Zoey must have a pinkie, because THAT is where Dave is, wrapped firmly around Zoey's little finger.

After all the dog fetching, I had a few minutes, so I did a mail check, got things ready for class tomorrow, and got to talk to JP for about 3 minutes online. Thanks to a really shitty connection, it was barely a decent conversation, but at least I got a few words from him.

The girls played Moorhead today. Emma plays on a girls team, called a U-10 team. That means that all the players are either 10 yrs old or under. This Moorhead team (and Park Rapids last weekend, too) had very few U-10 players. The majority of them were U-12's. Our girls have quite a few rookies, girls skating their first year, going up against these 11 and 12 year old girls who have been skating damn near half their lives. Of course it was a complete annihilation, big time little-girl-ass-whooping. The only "good" news is that our sweet little Emma had to go and get caught checking one of these neanderthal bitches, and got to sit in the penalty box for her trouble. She was actually okay with it, she said "She checked me first, the Ref just didn't catch HER!"
Again this year, Moorhead showed a total lack of class or sportsmanship. No pulling their goalie, no minimum number of passes, nothing, just ass-kicking after ass-kicking. These little girls of ours, holy shit, they must have pretty tough skin, because I know if I had to deal with that every weekend, I'd get tired of it REAL QUICK. I know I would have quit by now... that Emma, she is getting really good, honey, you will have to go skating with her while you're home on leave. Her skating has gotten INCREDIBLY better, and her puck handling is really coming along too. I'm so proud of her, she is really doing well.

Well, that's all I've got for now, maybe I will remember what else I wanted to mention later. I'm so numb -brained right now, I just don't know. I have not slept well in a good week, and last night we were up til shortly after 1am, and got up just after 7, on the road before 8. Too much "go" and not enough "stop"... that's what I'm dealing with now. But I can see the stop sign up ahead, next Friday at 3pm. Last class of the first semester of college ends at 3pm on Friday. No finals, no classes the following week, also, no kids, because they DO have classes. So it's all me, all cleaning, all week.

Well, that's the plan anyway!

Getting ready

Tomorrow morning the kids and I, and mom are going down to Minneapolis. We do not want to go. We have agreed to go, we made the commitment, but WE. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. GO.

We are going down to see the Minneapolis Gay Men's Chorus' Christmas program, "Don We Now Our Gay Apparel". Have I ever mentioned how much I. HATE. CHRISTMAS. MUSIC?

We are making a very short visit to the 'after party' at Steven and Mark's home. We will go in, congratulate Mark, give him the obligatory roses, hugs and kisses then hit the road. This little party is not for people like us anyway... you know, NORMAL PEOPLE. Steven decided that with everyone coming in from Atlanta and Phoenix etc for Mark's debut, that he would just be too busy and frazzled to cook anything, so he hired a caterer. People like mom and I, people with kids, they do not do catered events. We will go make an appearance and 'oooo' and 'aaaaah' over Steven and his snotty lifestyle, then head back to the hotel (that Steven paid for, TYVM) and order a pizza, maybe stop off at the liquor store on the way.

Actually no, I will be spending every possible minute working on my homework. So no liquor store... but the pizza sounds great.

Tonight I took Alex out to get his hair cut, the black is finally gone, and I think he looks weird. I guess I got used to it. JP, I'm sure you will think he looks normal, you didn't see too much of the black, just a little on an IM once or twice, I think.

Tomorrow morning I have to take Hailey and Comet out to the Kennel that we use. And I have to go pick up mom at Dave's. He is watching Kate and Zoey for her. She wanted to leave her truck there so her girls didn't freak out too much. Probably a good idea, easier on Dave that way.

I still have some packing up to do tonight, and get the girls' things together. It will be a busy frazzled morning, I just know it, and there's nothing I can do about it. I can't do any of the running around tonight, it's just going to have to work. Thing is, the reason I will be in a hurry is just plain dumb. Steven wants us there by noon. TOO FUCKING BAD. We will get there when we get there. I am not gonna run my ass off so I can go spend MORE time in his museum plastic snotty house. No thank you.

OK, enough procrastinating, time to get the girls' food stuff rationed out for the Kennel guy, and find their leashes etc., make sure the kids are all packed (correctly... everyone packed more than one pair of clean underwear? Everyone have SOCKS?)

JP ~ I love you. I cannot wait to have you back here where you belong.

Fun sentences

I got this in an email, the kids and I had fun with it. Alex's sentence was "I sang to a llama because I was high", Emma's was "I danced with my brother because I'm cool" and Eric's was "I ran over Chuck Norris because I'm a ninja"... Mine was "I danced with a spoon because I was drunk"... Now, I've done some dumb things drunk before, but dancing with spoons is odd even for "drunk nik"... but the kids got a chuckle...

Ok, now if you're reading this (YEAH, YOU!), you've figured out your sentence...POST IT!


Pick the month you were born:
January -- I kicked
February -- I loved
March -- I dry humped
April -- I smoked
May -- I choked on
June -- I murdered
July -- I did the Macarena with
August -- I had lunch with
September -- I danced with
October -- I sang to
November -- I yelled at
December -- I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1 ------- a birdbath
2 ------- a monster
3 ------- a phone
4 ------- a fork
5 ------- a Mexican
6 ------- a gangster
7 ------- my cell phone
8 ------- my dog
9 ------- my best friends' boyfriend
10 ------- my neighbor
11 ------- my science teacher
12 ------- a banana
13 ------- a fireman
14 ------- a stuffed animal
15 ------- a goat
16 ------- a pickle
17 ------- your mom
18 ------- a spoon
19 ------- myself
20 ------- a baseball bat
21 ------- a ninja
22 ------- Chuck Norris
23 ------- a noodle
24 ------- a squirrel
25 ------- a football player
26 ------- my sister
27 ------- my brother
28 ------- an I-pod
29 ------- a permanent marker
30 ------- a llama
31 ------- A homeless guy

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White ---------- because I'm cool like that
Black ---------- because that's how I roll
Red ---------- because the voices told me to
Blue ----------- because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green ---------- because I hate myself
Purple ---------- because I'm cool
Yellow ---------- because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange ---------- because I hate my family
Pink ---------- because I am not a homosexual
Brown ---------- because I was high
Grey ---------- because I was drunk
Other ---------- because I'm a ninja
None ---------- because I can't control myself

Watch this honey

I found this on another blog I read, then found out how to get it myself, cuz I love it so much! I think I've watched it 20 times. turn your sound on...HIGH

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

I couldn't think of a better title for this post, so I went with the song I'm listening to... sorry Scott, I know this one has special meaning to you, and I am especially sorry if it is now lodged in your head.

I was going to go to Fargo tonight, start on my Christmas shopping, but two things screwed that up: winter has arrived in Minnesota, and Emma had her hockey team photo shoot tonight.

The weather was so bizarre today, when I left school at 1:30, it was sunny, bitter cold, but sunny. By 3, the next time I looked outside, it was a combo of freezing rain and huge snow flakes. Made the roads really bad, really fast.

After Emma's practice and photos, Mom and I did run out to pick up a few things though, but we stayed right here in town. I got the new PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN II movie... so that alone makes me the greatest mom EVER. They think I got it for them... silly buggers. Any movie that has Johnny Depp AND Orlando Bloom... of course I must own it, HELLO?!

Mom is dealing with a life changing decision here, and I hope she makes the right one. Well, "the right one" is rather subjective, I know. I know what I want her to do, because I think it would be really good for her. She has these walls, big, thick and sky-high ones... she needs to put in a door, at the very least. I hope she sees that. If she had a door, I know one guy who would be on the other side knocking... I just hope she answers the door. He's not the Bogey man, he's not a solicitor, he's not trying to run her life... just share it with her. MOM? Did ya hear that? I love you and you deserve to be happy. Sometimes you have to do a little scary to get to happy. Go for it!

I found out today that I have NO FINALS the week of December 18-22. All of my classes but one will just end the semester with the last chapter of the book. The one class that is scheduled to have a final...hehehe, yeah, that's right, I have an exemption from that final. So my last day of classes is December 15th. How sweet it is to be a brown-nosing brainiac!! It's a nice change, and I'll take it! I promise, (Mom, JP, this is for you) that this is as close to being like Steven that I will EVER BE!!

I'm still pissed at the Army, but I'm getting over it. They still suck ass, and I hate them, but I have accepted the fact that JP and I will adjust, that's what we do. They fuck us over, and we adjust... it's been that way for years, and it will continue for a few more. We will get through this, and in the end, we win.

I love you babe, and I cannot wait to have you here, whenever that may be.

Six Days

I do not even know what to say here. I want to cry and I feel dumb for wanting to cry.

What's 6 days, right?

Well, by those fuckers pushing your leave back by six days, we are now looking at

• The kids going back to school and spending most of your leave in class.
• Missing New Year's Eve... last year was so wonderful, fun and bittersweet, and I don't even get that this year. Those fuckers.
• I, like the kids, will have to spend part of the time you're home in classes.

If they had left it alone, it would have been perfect. I know I shouldn't whine, just having you here will make it perfect, and I guess I'm just being a big baby,

BUT IT'S NOT FAIR!!

I fucking hate the military. I really do. It just makes me bawl to think about it, and then I feel dumb, and THAT'S their fault, too.

I know I will get over this, just gimme a few days to be mad. I just want to stomp my feet and whine and cry but that doesn't really do any good, now does it? fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckers.

Great Quote from an interesting MSN article

I don't know, I found it interesting...maybe you won't.


A mainstay of the courting ritual, like so many pleasures of the chase, the frequency of your steamy correspondence can trail off as time goes on. That's a shame. Just because you may inhabit the same four walls doesn't mean you shouldn't occasionally remind the object of your affections of the reasons you chose them out of the 6.5 billion or so alternatives. Talk may be cheap, but of all the gifts you can give to the one you adore, a love letter will be remembered and treasured most.


Ignore it, pay attention to it, whatever... it's just here. And I like it.

hmmm, let's see

What a boring day so far.
I'm still in my PJ's at 11:30am, so that at least, is going well.

I have some homework to do, no problem, I can whip that out in an hour or so.

What I should really be doing is working on the house. I know me, I procrastinate, and it drives me nuts. It does work for me, I usually get shit done, but it makes me crazy. Why do I do this to myself? I have to get the old family room furniture out of here, take it to the dump, I want to get some major cleaning done, since JP's family is coming up at the end of the month/beginning of next month (some of them for the first time). They will be coming up for a late Christmas/see JP kind of visit. Plus I'd like to have the house looking nice just because JP is coming home.

Procrastination works for me in the sense that I get shit done, but at the same time, it does not work for me, because I end up being frazzled and bitchy. And sweaty. I hate being sweaty. I end up running around trying to get everything done NOW... when I could have had some of it done a week or even a month ago. It's funny, I like to think of myself as a good planner, I make lists, I get shit written down. But when it comes to the big stuff, I put it off and put it off, and put it off until I work myself up into a neomaxi zoom dweebie. (To quote Judd Nelson)

Funniest thing is, as I sit here, I am bored. I COULD, NO, SHOULD be doing this stuff. I have no motivation, that's the problem... anybody got any ideas? Ugh... get off your ass Nik!

Ya know what I really wish? I wish it was like the 23rd of December. THEN you'd really see me kickin' ass. It's like I'm gonna just sit here and wait for psycho time to kick in so I can do things, how dumb is that?

I rationalize it with "But it works for me"...BUT IT DOESN'T, NOT REALLY! I just wish I could learn to do things in a timely manner. Maybe I'm just too set in my ways, too stubborn (who? me? naw, never!) to realize that there is a better way.

OK, I have used this blog enough today for procrastination purposes...time to find something else. Maybe I will start small, straighten up the bedroom, then hope the cleaning bug bites me square on the ass and I can carry it over to the rest of the house.

Cross your fingers and hope for the best.
(OK, bug...BITE MY ASS!)

Here's another fun picture

OK, so the email that brought me the KISS pandas also brought this one. And several others that I will post from time to time. I just really like them, I think the email was something about "when computer graphic geeks get bored"...

A couple of the pics were pretty disturbing, but so far I'm only posting the ones that make me giggle.

I have to get busy and

• clean the house
• clean our bedroom
• finish my NaNoNovel so I can get a copy published
• check our Christmas stuff, make sure were good there
• do homework for next week
• balance the checkbook so I can give money to JP so he can buy me a Christmas present
• get Alex in for a haircut
• get nice looking outfits for all 3 kids for next weekend

Guess I should not be sitting on my bed with my laptop, huh? But I think I'm going to take a nice long relaxing shower first. My weekday morning showers are always so rushed, gotta get in and get er done and get out because kids need to be woke up, and they need to get into the bathroom. If I were a bath person, I'd even want to take a nice long bubble bath, but eewww, no thanks, I do not consider stewing in my own juices to be relaxing. Gimme a really hot shower with no time limit and I'm a happy girl (not to mention a pruny one!)

That's what I will do: shower first, list later....

KISS my panda

I got this in an email... It just makes me smile.

We are really getting down there now, I guess.

I have no real idea when I will see you, but I know

it will be soon. Not soon enough, but soon.

I took Emma and Eric to get their haircuts tonight, they are both pissed off at me.

They both think their hair is too short. Emma got the cutest little bob, it's adorable.

Eric thinks that because his bangs are not in his eyes, his hair is too short.

I warned Alex not to laugh at them, otherwise he would get laughed at for the High & Tight

that I would be insisting he get tomorrow. He was very agreeable, and did not laugh.

We are having our first real blizzard right now. I almost wonder if I will end up going to Fargo tomorrow or not. Maybe all my whining and bitching about driving in the cold and sitting in the cold arena did not go unheard. Maybe I have been saved from (at least one) weekend of frozen hell. Yeah, Hockey season, THAT is when hell freezes over.

Well, I found out something interesting. The creators of NaNoWriMo worked out a deal with a publishing place. Every NaNoWinner is eligible to have ONE copy of their novel printed. You have to submit it by January 16th, along with your NaNo username, so they can verify that you did indeed WIN, and within three weeks, you will receive a BOOK copy of your novel. I have decided that this is my goal. It may be the only copy ever made, or it could end up being the only copy of the rough draft in existence. Either way...SO COOL!!