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Not much time this morning, got to start working right away.

Finally broke myself free of the ebay madness, am no longer drawn to Coach purses as I have a couple on the way that will suit my needs.  I'm super-glad of that, I tell you whut.  

Want to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame to see The Doors exhibit, not sure if we can afford it.  Suddenly Brent's money-conscious, which throws me for a loop.  But he's doing it for "us", which is nice. 

Car brakes failed this weekend, not sure how much that is going to cost, as my stepdad seems convinced that he can fix them.  We shall see. 

One of my new favorite rock and roll lines is:

Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet.

One my LEAST favorite rock and roll lines is:

You've got a hubcap diamond star halo

What are your favorites and least favorites?

The temperature was 74 degrees when I went out for lunch.  I hate spring in January.   It confuses the forsythia.  I think I made this same complaint last winter. Or the winter before. West Virginia is BAD about teasing its forsythia into bud before slamming with the big freeze.

I have a hickey on my right thigh.   What I have on my inner LEFT thigh can not be called a hickey. Not even a bite mark suffices.  I think the word is "hematoma".  The size of a goose egg, and the color of blueberry juice. NOT pretty.  Ahh, the price I pay for having creamy thighs.

I am in denial De Nile.   I am doing the backstroke, because my boobs are bouyant.  Care to join me?

Today is my last day at work for the rest of the year. With thanks to our capricious governor, I will only use three days of annual leave and I'll have 11 days from work day to work day.

The bad part of this: today will likely be my last day online until I return to work. My cable and internet is off at the house and I don't know that I'll be able to afford turning it back on until after I get paid on the 28th. Maybe not even then. I've got one or two more Christmas presents to buy and then I'm done. I'm looking forward to dinner with Brent and his mother's family tomorrow. I am starting to relax as the season is winding down, once the gifts are purchased the rest is a breeze. I'll be wrapping this weekend, and I enjoy doing that.

Christmas cards are going out, and a I have a few more books to send. The last gift I ordered Brent online has not yet arrived, which is frustrating. I also have to remind myself to send in my PBS pledge so I can get the gift from THAT, possibly in time for Valentine's Day.

Suzi has been the surprise Christmas tree bandit. She's pulled off two ornaments so far but she is content to bat them around on the carpet so nothing's broken. Scarlett broke four of them just putting them on. A good lesson for her in being careful. Mitzi - whom I worried about - has only taken one. However, she showed a lot of brain power in that abscondment and ended up with a broken toy. Little smartie paws pulled the ornament off the tree, carried it DIRECTLY to the entry way and dropped it there by the door. The floor there is linoleum and thus toys make more noise when they are batted about. She was surprised when the ball shattered on contact! Looking back it's funny - that night it was just one more glass mess to clean up. siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

So happy ChrisKwannukahYule to each and every one of you. I'll miss you all! Those of you with my phone number had BETTER call me at some point, dangit. And if I get anything earth-shattering for Christmas, I'll FIND a computer and post about it. I swear. 






 

 

Is it WRONG to invite a man who fears fatherhood more than death itself to tag along during your ultrasound?  

No more wrong than telling a woman that you're passing Chernobyl-ish gas clouds in your office this afternoon. 

Touche'.

What a great day I have had.  Brent and I went out to eat breakfast, but shouldn't have.  He took a notion to go to the mall afterward, and we had such a good TIME!   We wanted to eat everything in sight!  It was so great to be out with him, just walking around, talking and laughing, looking at stuff.  It melted me every time he'd put his hand on my back, or put his arm around me.  He laughed when I told him how astonished I was at his decision to come out, and he said "It doesn't take much to make you happy, does it?"  He's right, it doesn't.  We ran into a couple of my old friends, and I introduced him, then we stood and talked for a minute or two.  As we parted ways Jodie patted Brent's arm and said "You've got a great girl there!".  He replied, "Yes I do, I know."  

He's so awesome. 

So here's the watch, it only needed a battery, the jeweler said it looked great inside, very clean.  It's gold plated, and (as I mentioned) Swiss made.  It fits just the slightest bit snug, but it's comfortable.  I like it very much.  Brent came into the jewelry store with me, and we actually looked at various jewelry. Even wedding bands for him.  And he didn't freak out.  I was so amazed. 

I had a hard time taking this pic, took about 6-8 takes.  The pic was always blurry, or had a glare, so this is the best of the bunch. 



Of course while I was taking the pictures, Mitzi was all "up in my grill" wondering what I was doing, sniffing the watch, begging for rubs.  So I took some pics of her, and then Suzi.  They are such sweeties.  I'll be so glad when I can have all my peeps in one place, Brent, Scarlett and the kittie-girls.  They deserve better attention.







Then I caught these poses:







The second one in the window is so poignant!  So I looked up
"poignant quotes" and found this from James Thurber.  I'm gonna 
post it in Cat Macros. 



I know. I'm a mush.  I like it that way. 

And I have a smile on my face, despite my various frustrations. 

I shopped myself SILLY Saturday!  Then dragged Leigh's ass out and shopped her ass silly too!  She got some awesome Fenton that I'd forgot about, and I am now blue with envy. Because the glass is blue, and I love it. She will put it to great use I'm thinking. 

I GOT some blue glass stuff too - and this very cool huge goblet that would look great with a betta in it. However, I have this thing about not keeping a fish in the house with naughty cats, and also a thing about fish deserving more room than a glass bowl can give them.  So I'll do something else with it. I can't WAIT to get back to my home and break out all my treasures.  

Not the least of which is a new set of Pfaltzgraff - a gift from Leigh that I am utterly underserving and insanely crazy about.  She is the most awesome friend.  I'm kinda crazy about her too.  Shhh, don't tell anybody.  

And that man of mine.   
I will be memeing later this morning, when all my requests are in. 

The air conditioning repairman is supposed to call this afternoon to come and replace my unit.  I hope it really happens.  I miss my home.

Avast!

Ummm, do you know where I can get some Lycra spandex leopard-print leggings?

Happy birthday beldar I don't know you very well, but you're certainly welcome to come along for the roller coaster ride that is sapphirescarlet  Feel free to touch the monkeys, and please don't keep your hands inside the car.

Not much to say yet today.  Scarlett is doing quite well at getting off to school, although she drags her feet if I don't walk through the steps with her every day.  That's okay, though.   I don't have to get ready until after she leaves.  In fact, her departure at 6:45 gives me time to get on the computer, check my email and Live Journal, and kinda wake up more.  For some reason that builds my energy level.  Every morning when the alarm goes off I start thinking of ways I can miss work or go in late. By the time I have finished my computer play, I'm ready to face the day. 

Got a new icon, courtesy of gymorama.  He's my primary "maker" of animated icons nowadays.  I have been hearing new lyrics to songs in my head for several days now.  Just a creative spurt, I guess.  

I've only been taking three pills for the last several days.  For some reason I thought I'd put my blood pressure pills in my bottle where I keep everything.  But I hadn't, and I kept thinking that they weren't supposed to be blue, they were supposed to be white.  I was right, so I found them and took one today.  Hope it helps these nagging headaches when I wake up.

Brent is VERY MUCH looking forward to the weekend.  He's horny and lonely.  I miss him, too.  He's not ready to talk about anything more than what we have now.  I have been bringing it up once in a while, but I can't help it.  I drive by a 3 bedroom house for lease on my street EVERY DAY.  It's $800 a month, and has a basement where he could set up his drum kit.  We could save SO MUCH damned money. And I could leave the roaches behind.  siiiiiiiiiiiiigh

Yes, I'm still having trouble with the damned things.  I've been MUCH more conscientious regarding my kitchen, rinsing dishes before loading them in the dishwasher,  keeping the sink, stove and counters clean with bleach, and spraying roach spray into all the cracks every few days.  The spray is supposed to last six weeks, but after just a few days I start seeing roach poopie on the places where I spray.  I made myself a little sick with it yesterday, and didn't get it off my hands when I washed - so it got on my contacts and I couldn't wear them.  The bitch of it all is I actually saw the first one in the living room this morning.  Of course I sprayed it, made myself a little sick with the spray again, but that's proof to me that the spray isn't doing the job.  Which fucking pisses me off because it takes an act of God to get my landlord to do anything.  Goddammit.  I guess I'll have to move the cats to Brent's one weekend and DEMAND that he hire an exterminator. I don't know what else to do.  I'm sick of things going wrong and him not taking care of them.  I have a list of several things now: the mildew on the laundry room ceiling has been there over a year.  I suspect the carpet in the hall is ruined because it got wet when the ceiling leaked from the washing machine upstairs.  Now the light fixture in the hallway has a short and won't work.  And the fucking roaches, which originally moved in when the girls upstairs moved out.  I did NOT have them before that, dammit.

Okay. I'm going to try to work now.  Everybody in my section is gone for two days, so I'm the ONLY person answering phones.  My boss is sick, too.   It's nice for things to be quiet, but I have a harder time working when he's not here.  All I want to do is play.  I don't have SHIT for games on this damned computer. 

Well, I guess I had more to say than I thought.

She won't go to sleep. She's been in there an hour, and won't quit talking to herself. 

I want to eat something, but apparently whatever it is I want to eat isn't in my kitchen. My knees are cold from standing in front of the refrigerator. 

Brent called, and was beyond conversation.  He said "There comes a point where you care less about yourself, and more about the night."

To which I replied: "Feeling a bit melodramatic, are we?"  He was offended. I don't give a shit.

He's calling back. I'm not answering. 

I think I might go to bed.

And for everyone else, a poem.  Written a few days ago.  You know I don't normally rhyme, but it came to me as broken lines when I passed a blue-eyed man on the street.