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Well our plans changed up. DeLaney threw a straight up PMSING fit over not seeing a certain film and Coltin was throwing a temper tantrum about not being able to hit the arcade AFTER the movie. So we went to the mall theater.
After those lil fits, we were good to go! I dropped off the food I usually have left over from cooking when Randy isn't home to Father Mike, filled the van up, grabbed some cash and we got to the Mall in time to get tickets and go grab something to eat.
We hit the arcade where Coltin managed to get himself 80 tickets to cash in before the movie and we walked into a VERY packed movie theater just in time to grab the last few seats for Alvin and The Chipmunks. Coltin had already seen it with his Dad but was okay with seeing it again. After the movie we hit the arcade again so DeLaney could finish spending her last tokens and cash in her tickets. I cashed in mine too:P:D You KNOW I had to get $5 bucks to play the games also didn't ya!:P
After the last stop at the arcade, the kdis and I wondered down to Barnes & Nobles. I really didn't need anymore books, I have such a HUGE pile of to read books anyway. But I look at it this way at times, my to GET list is even larger!:D But I was a good girl, we walked out with 3 calanders. One for each kid and another one for me. DeLaney was "nice" enough to point out I already had a new Celtic Blessings calander what was I going to do with the new Celtic Mandala calender. I promptly told her you can NEVER have too many calenders in the house and I could put it in my computer room. She shut up then! I swear she is like her Daddy more and more every day with her logical thinking! I guess if she is the spitting image of her Daddy it is okay for her to think like him. As long as she doesn't get to logical and to prissy she and I will get a long just fine as she gets older. But her PMSing is going to get put to a stop FAST! I dont' give a rats ass she hasn't started her cycle, she has the acne already (yes my baby girl has started gettin facial acne!), and the tude. She was told point blank today after her lil fit, that there is only ONE BITCH in the family and that is ME! I also picked up the book Little Women.
My one and only New Year's Resoluation this year is for every 3 normal books (not counting smutt books-I can read an entire weeks publishing of those with out blinking in a day if you let me!) I read; I will read a "classical" book and then a "modern" book. My sister, pointed out my libary collection of books is more along the line of a History, Anthropology, Religious, Philosphy College level collection NOT to mention soft core porn collection of the certain smutt book series I keep! So if I want my kids to read other things, I have to show them Mommy can too. Randy is NOT happy for every "Classical" and "Modern" Fiction or Non-Fiction book I have to read he has to do the same thing and then we swap if we choose different books! He is saying he doesn't have time. He is findign out that when he is home I can find him the time!:D I can also find him time when he is on the road! Read one or two chapters before you eat. He eats then he sleeps, so he has to read before he eats!
After Barnes & Nobles and wenching a lil bit to the store manager about our store's crappy assortment of Address Books, we wondered down to Hallmark so I could pick up a new address book. I got one. I am not happy with it but at least Randy can figure it out if he needs to use it and I picked up extra inserts. When you have a LARGE family with the majority of them being either R's, N's, and L's you run out of space easily! I also wenched a bit to that store manager about their crappy assortment of address books also. She at least explained that the majority of them went bye bye the day after Christ Mas. Barnes & Noble's only comment was we have a HUGE selection of Journal type books!
So we loaded up and started heading down the interstate to cross the river and go home. And for some odd reason I said nope right at the first exit to So. Sioux! I took it! Coltin asked if we were going to stop and see Granny and I said nope that is tomorrow. We went right by her nursing home and I pulled up right in front of the Pet /Grooming/Boarding Place! Where DeLaney promptly reminded me of her father yet again!
"MOM! Your NOT allowed to go to any pet store or animal auction with out Daddy, because you have a bad habit of bringing home more animals! Daddy said so!"
I ignored her and said if I walk out with something your Father will get over it!
They had an adorable puppy selection and I was VERY tempted to get the one and only Male Sheltie they had left. But I didn't. See I am not a real big dog fan. I love them but they are sooooooooooooooo much more needier then cats. And if you leave for a weekend or a week you either A have to take them with you or B find someone to take care of them or C board them. Plus I dont' really like small dogs. They are so much more in need of care then bigger dogs. I looked at the kitties they had. They had two adorable fluffy orange tabby kittens about 6-7 months in age. Of course DeLaney wnated one of those. Coltin honed in on the 3 identical short haired orange tabby kittens about teh same age as our twin black kitties. I said NO MORE CATS! We have a female that will give us a litter or two don't worry about getting anymore cats. Their fish selection was pretty crappy but they get cleaned out for the holidays since they are on of two pet stores in the tri state area that carry exotic fish. Of course atticsmouse would have went for the rodent selection for her snakes:P:D She can have them. They carry a lot of feeder mice. I guess a lot of folks in the area have snakes:P Fromt here I wondered back to the front of the store where the birds where at. DeLaney wanted me to get finches. I hate those lil things. Plus they drive my cats batty. Not going to get anymore finches. Parkettes I have two. Don't want NO MORE!
Then I honed in on the Cocketiels and Doves! They had FANCY cocketeils! Guess what we have in the house including a new bird cage! I got myself a Fancy cockteil! Yay me! They were hand raised but like most pet stores even a smaller one they don't get to handle the birds like they should. And our new addition to the family is really scared at the moment. I made them clip his wings for me. Usually I dont' clip my cockteil's wings but that is how I lost the first two! One escaped from his cage while hanging outside and the other one escaped out the door thanks to DeLaney and Coltin's lil friends in TX! So he was pretty pist when I got him home and pretty scared. I took him out of his home cage, had his wings clipped, and put him in a brand new cage. Then I introduced him to the dinning room on top of the sewing table before I clean a spot off for him in the computer room! Shadow and Socks the two older cats could have cared less. Pisser, Brothers, and Grimm were extatic! Another cage to climb on and bounce off of! Sin Kitty is outside hoing around again so I can't wait to see his reactoin to another bird in the house. Spud the dog is a jealous creature and is barking at the bird periodically! Tweek and Tweeter the parakeets are happy over another bird in the hosue! They are twittering a storm up and trying to get otu the side of their cage to go visit the new baby!
And yes, before atticsmouse can ask me, I told Randy. My reasoning for buyin another animal is: He is getting 150-250 dollar boots in January for work, plus I am paying a good chunk of our defeered payments on HIS truck off with his bonus in January so HIS truck is paid off on time this year! My bird and cage is a LOT less expensive then his boots could ever be!:P:D His comment was:
"So, do you have a place in the barn ready for me to sleep since you keep bringing in more animals?"
Smart ass man I tell you!
I cooked dinner, worked on laundry ( I swear I am always working on laundry!), and the kids and I sat down and played dominoes. They are in bed and I am rambling on and on and on again:D:P:D
G'nite.
Yes. This is a long entry. Read it in segments if you can't do it in a lump sum. But don't you dare blow it off or skim it. It took me over an hour to compose.
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Husband and I watched Secretary Sunday night and it raised many questions for me... First let me say that I liked it. Yet...
- What. Is. Love? Remember when she told him she loved him? My first reaction was how does she know? She's never been in love before. Does what she's feeling even qualify as love? Later I thought, people have different value systems. And obviously mine differs from hers.
- I also wondered about boundaries and trust. I initially thought wow, she must trust him in order for her to allow him to treat her the way he did. Then I again had to remind myself about the differing value systems. Was pain synonymous with love for her? Was submittance synonymous with love? Quantify pain. She enjoyed the mental as well as the physical? Was there a boundary that couldn't be crossed with/for her? How long would she have sat at the desk? Until she died of dehydration? Is there a humiliation she couldn't endure? Or wouldn't?
- Why did he not accept himself for who he was? Why all the guilt and shame? It took her ultimate sacrifice of urinating on herself in order for him to realize he could trust her?
- Physiologically speaking, enduring physical pain releases endorphins. Endorphins give a 'high'. I can sort of see why she was a cutter. I can even see why she'd burn herself with the teapot. That's got to be a bigger endorphin release than the cutting. Burns are more painful than cuts. Which brings me back to the emotional pain. What did she get out of that?
- Which brings me to sadism. What does he get out of giving pain? As far as I know (and I could be wrong, I'm not well-acquainted with s&m...) there isn't a physiological endorphin-release from inflicting pain. I then wonder, what does one get out of inflicting emotional pain? Is it about power?
- Which brings me back to boundaries... is there a line they won't cross? Is it exponential? Would they need to find new, darker, and more dangerous ways to get the 'high'?
- Contrast the tenderness with which he bathed her with the pain of being physically bound to a tree...
Love, love is a verb. Love is a doing word. [See previous post.] I understand that. What happens when trust dissolves, evaporates, reduces-by-increments? Can one make a conscious decision to trust again? Is it individualistic? What I mean is, is it possible for other people to do that? I can't. Err, won't. Doubt niggles at my mind. If memory is a muscle frequently flexed, then pain constantly lingers. If memory is a muscle frequently flexed, can one make a conscious effort to be sedentary? Flabby? Is it exponential? Once you start to forget does it steamroll on down the track?
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Our house is the place where rodents go to die. Pale removed a dead mouse from our basement ceiling tiles the other day. Then, yesterday morning, middle son found a dead chipmunk in front of our dryer. The hypothesis is that it fell from the ceiling tiles and either died on impact or our fat (phat) cat extinguished its little life. Latter theory is most popular.
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Oldest son is going to Washington D.C. this summer for this. He was nominated to go, we accepted the nomination, paid for the trip (on our credit card, yo!), and his dates were assigned! We already bought his plane ticket (on our credit card, damn!) and now we just have to buy him craploads of dress clothes. My man-child has to wear a suit!
He also was just invited to join the National Honor Society. He took the initiative to complete his application and essay and was accepted! Now we have to fork over $45 for the fee.
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Fluffy participated in her 2nd Michigan Social Studies Olympiad and she got a SILVER award for her drawing and a GOLD for her essay! She also got GOLD for the group project video! What a fantastic way to finalize her education at her current school and prepare for her grand entrance to high school next fall!
This was middle son's first MSSO and he also got GOLD because he participated in the group video!
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Middle son is rocking out on the guitar. He has skills that kills.
I, on the other hand, suck at the guitar. And speaking of guitar, it's time for the Music Instructor Robzilla update:
- His eyes are brown.
- Last week's lesson was fun, if dizzying and overly-informative. He tried to pack a lot of information into half an hour. Maybe he doesn't recognize me for the obtuse wonder that I am.
- He invited me to see him play with one of his bands on May 12th. He also invited me for last Friday but I already had plans for that night, more on that in a minute. The invitation sent me reeling and floating and sparkling out of the music cellar where I attempt to be taught. It will be good to see live music again. I wish I could go in costume so I could watch him without him seeing me. I love being invisible.
- I had a lesson with him yesterday. He uh, spaced it out or something. Twenty-five minutes past the time that I was supposed to go in and he still hadn't emerged from the Rob Cave with his current student, I realized it wasn't going to work out. Karma ran over my dogma. Anyway, he apologized about five times and we arranged to make up the lesson today. He'd better not space that shit out again or I may have a crying fit in front of him or I may bite him. Whichever comes first.
- He offered to help us choose middle son's guitar that we're going to purchase for him as a birthday present. (On the credit card, fuck!) Hahaha! Will we be taking separate cars to Guitar Garage or will he ride in Zelda? I wonder what he would think if he was riding shotgun (the only polite place to put a guest), husband was in the second seat, and I drove like a bat out of hell? Hahaha! I'd better not. He probably values his life.
- Last summer I pulled Zelda over on the side of the freeway because husband was shouting at me. I had swerved in front of a driver's ed. car. I know. That wasn't nice of me. Especially on the freeway. But it was just a little swerve. Intended to give a wee little fright to the student. Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Satan's butt hairs! I think I'm possessed! I always want to do naughty things!
- Anyway, more updates on Robzilla as they occur.
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Yes. Last Friday I went out with a girlfriend from my Honor's capstone class and her friends. It was really fun. They're hilarious. We saw The Reaping after eating a horrible dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. (Don't eat there.) The movie was... eh.
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Karma. I forgot Fluffy and I had a dermatologist appointment over spring break. They called me to notify me that I had forgotten it and asked me if I wanted to re-schedule. I was so embarrassed and apologized about five times. And yes, re-scheduled. For yesterday.
Fluffy and I went. Doctor saw Fluff first. Then talked to me. Things rapidly spiraled into a concavity of hell. (Not an actual pit, you see.) Whoa. He was weird. And scary. And angry. And uptight. I think he was angry about the missed appointment. It's my only conjecture. I was deeply shaken for a few hours yesterday but am happy to announce that I'm now over it. "This isn't one-stop shopping!" He actually said that. Uh, ok, unprofessional angry guy.
I'm not going back. Time to shop for yet another dermatologist.
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We might, maybe probably? get to see Her Royal Highness of the Peachy Buns this coming Monday, the 23rd! Oh yeah! Mental orgasm! She rocks my socks, undies, bra, and skin flakes off!
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Squarepeg might come up in May. I invited him to come the weekend of the Robzilla gig. I want to drag him along. Hopefully he'll be able to pull it out of his round hole. (Bwahahahaha!)
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Husband and I are fighting again. I feel bad for him. He deserves more than me. I'm pretty much a lost cause. Go cheer him up. He needs it. :(```
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That's it! Can't think of any other news bytes!
Sayonara, tootsies!
Let me tell you about our family, ummm, pets. As a young mom, I tried to paint the Norman Rockwell home so we have always had pets of one sort or another ... but that is a blog for another day.
At the moment, we have 2 cats and 1 dog. It is generally a good dynamic. The old lady is a petite grey kittie, named Scooter who has several battle scars to prove her age. (She's 12.) She's in charge, and she rules meekly ... usually. In her charge, then, is 5 yr old Jester, a fat orange and white fluffy ... stud, and 2 yr old spotted dog - April!
There is a portion of our home that does not have basement under it ... just dirt. A huge boulder got in the way. So we have a small rodent issue. Scooter's primary purpose was to take those rodents in hand! She's great at watching ... not so great at catching. She'd rather primp.
Then there's Jester! He really is a clown. (These 2 in the pic make a great comedic act!) He also watches for the unwelcome rodents, and when they appear, he plays with them till he's tired ... Then the rodents are on their own.
That is ... unless our fearless protector, the spotted dog, joins the game. She bravely lays down life and limb to gaurd us from said rodents. Of course, when she apprehends and stifles the rodents, she then deposits them usually ... smack in the center of my bed! OY!
It is fun, however, to watch the dynamic of the three animals as they play together. Scooter really doesn't play much. She is seldom hospitable, but when she is ... she is a cuddler, while Jester cannot be still for a minute! He is always on the move when he's awake, that is. He and April play tag together. He hides under chairs where she can't get him, and jumps onto her back, or bats at her tail as she walks by ... We have a long hallway on the main floor ... wood floors, and back and forth they chase each other while Scooter looks on ... uninterested, of course.
OK ... well ... back to work. Enough pet watching! (Better than TV, though!)
~ B
He's been sleeping a lot more than usual lately, which is somewhat odd, but not particularly abnormal. He gets a little goofy sometimes around the changing seasons. I tend to take him outside to play sometimes once it warms up, and that usually gets his insane-gerbil-pep back to racing around.
But lately, when he is awake, he doesn't play or make all kinds of noise chewing on his wheel and box and everything else in his cage. He isn't running around or digging or rearranging his nest...he just sits there. Sometimes he rocks a little, but mostly, he just sits there. It's bizarre for a critter whose metabolism is almost on par with a hummingbird's. It really worries me.
The problem is that he's so tiny - you really can't gauge symptoms on a gerbil until they're so noticeable that it's pretty much too late to do anything about it. He's lost some weight, but in the past he's lost more and bounced back just fine. I've never actually taken a rodent's body temp, but you can usually tell when it starts to drop, and that's about the only clue that's easily recognizable.
I keep freaking and darting over to scratch on the roof of his cage - it always wakes him up. I keep worrying that he won't.
I know he's just a fuzzball, but he's MY fuzzball.
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