Monday, October 14, 2013


I don't know what's going on with Blogger, but I've been trying to write blogs for 2 weeks now and in the middle of nowhere it just typing.

It's not my keyboard or my pc, it's Blogger and it's incrementally annoying.

Friday, September 27, 2013


I got a request for a miniature sculpture commission last week. Uber excited! Spent part of Tuesday (during the game) roughing out the body. Got Seimi's opinion of it and fattened the little guy up and let it be. Till Wednesday. I got my little laptop over to the living room (which no longer houses our computers) pulled up a picture of the guy and detailed out his eyes, hair, eyebrows, and tail. Pretty easy.

THEN I spent 2 days waiting for my client to update her email (I had an old one) and give the go-ahead to cook the little creature. Thankfully she loved him and I fired him up.

Today I worked out the shirt it wears and the name that goes on it and sent her some more progress shots. She gave me the last of the colouring detail a few minutes ago, and even though I REALLY WANT to finish painting him tonight I'll start fresh after Hubby leaves for work.

No pictures. The commission is a surprise for her sister, and even though I highly doubt that there's a snowflake's chance in hell that she's even be able to find this blog, I'm taking no chances.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Miss...housework? ...waaaa?

I'm thrilled to say we played D&D yesterday. It was even better than our mini-session 2 weeks ago!

I'm still hurt, unable to walk around properly. It's beyond annoying. I actually had a mini-tantrum a couple nights ago, determined to walk without the help of my makeshift cane, a.k.a. the swiffer. Hubby did raise his voice  bit to me and chastised me. Can't say I blame him, he was in severe pain too and I probably was the last straw. He didn't yell though, gotta admit that, or curse at me. Just chastised me on being irrisponcable, and how was I to heal, if I didn't let myself?

Well good question.

I feel beyond fucking worthless lately. I can't even do the measly household chores. No sweeping, no mopping, no vacuuming, no laundry, no dishes. Though I did convince him to put a stool next to the sink and I could sit my-regaining-weight-ass on it and wash dishes, but I can't put 'em away. The only thing I don't miss is doing the kitty litter. Not that I ever minded doing it, but I don't miss not doing it.

It's amazing how messy the place gets (and dusty!!) without me doing anything. It's also amazing how pissed off I am that is is messy. Hubby does dishes, and kitty litter, and laundry, but hardly sweeps or vacuums, not that I blame him, he's already working 8 hours a day and driving 2 hours on top of that, AND he's been making, serving, and cleaning up after dinner.

I miss helping out. I miss cleaning. I miss being able to fucking move around the house!

Friday, September 20, 2013


So I've been very bad at blogging these past few weeks. Not making excuses, it is what it is.

I've been in extreme pain with my left heel. It still hurts like crazy, but I fibbed a little to Hubby and told him I think it might be getting better slowly. He needs to stop stressing so much.

I have been making new sculptures, Halloween in theme and I'm proud to say I've come in contact with several very accomplished artists who actually like my work. I'm also proud to brag that my two personal artist friends have been absolute dolls and have helped get the word out about Elvenspun. Thanks Seimi and Zuri! *muah*

No sales yet but I have a Givaway out in full swing!

100 likes and I'll be giving away one custom sculpture. Dragon, Horse, Unicorn, Pegasus, or Pseudo Dragon!

Start having your friends, family, pets, children, like and share this page! Only catch is that you have to pay shipping ($5 US, $16 everywhere else)


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2. Leave a comment on what kind of custom sculpture you'd like.

I gotta get this business moving, especially since my ability to walk is diminishing. Even after the surgeries, mobility won't be what I'm use to in the slightest. Heads up! Get sales, get more materials, get more sales, go sell stuff at Cons! Yup that's my goal. I want to be a sellable success online and at conventions.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Trials of life.

So much happened since this past Friday night.

My left foot started hurting badly.

The next day, Hubby was sick and called out, by then I couldn't walk without severe pain. Needless to say he wasn't happy about it, but the day was proceeding smoothly. We made a meal of some nummy fried chicken, and his frickin' tooth broke!

I froze, sure that the day would turn to shit in a matter of seconds, but he took it rather calmly. He expected it to break and better at home than at work. He was upset, don't doubt that, but it was an accepting upset.

Sunday revealed that his tooth hurt more than it had the day before and I was in much more pain as well. It chafed that I couldn't get up and take care of Hubby, that instead he had to wait on me. By Sunday night I could barely hobble to the bathroom.

Monday Hubby went off to work in a fog of frustrated anger leaving me at home stuck on the couch. The pain got so bad in my foot I thought the bone was fractured. I called my Mom and asked her to come over and take a look at it. She did and put heat on my foot on and off for about a hour. She also had me use my Swiffer sweeper as a makeshift cane, which worked oddly well. Hubby did go on a search in the dark for actual crutches that were fabled to reside in the outside shed.

He came up with a set that I say was made for giants 5'10" and taller. That won't work for little me. So Swiffer-cane it is, for the moment.

Tuesday came with the knowledge that we wouldn't play D&D. Hubby's mouth hurt too much and he was still in a mood. I stayed quiet, still in severe pain and hobbling back and forth from the bathroom. A hour or so after being awake, Hubby got a call from Seimi saying that her and Zuri were in town. I quickly suggested that they could hang out for a couple of hours even though were weren't going to play. Hubby agreed.

Long story short, they came over, sopping wet from the Gulf waters, we hung out, chatted, talked, and even played D&D for a couple of hours! It really was a great game and lovely day.

By the time I got to bed the pain was so bad that I had it. I broke down a bit and vented to Hubby about the pain and how ridiculous it was that I was denied disability twice. I hurt that much. He was sweet as ever and said we'd get a lawyer, if I got the phone numbers to call. He'd make the call and start everything. We also agreed that he'd call the dentist and set up an appointment for his broken tooth.

Wednesday, I'm proud to say, he has a dentist appointment for this coming Monday, which means he'll have to work on Tuesday and not have it off. So no D&D game, but it means he'll be in less pain. I also have a handful of phone numbers to call.

Now all we do is wait. Well all I do is wait, the poor Hubby works.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


Today, 12 years ago, I was getting ready for college classes, and as normal turned on the news. There was a special report on showing a airplane flying to the first of the Twin Towers in New York. No one new what was happening. I remember true shock and astonishment watching the first plane crash into the tower. The tones of the news reporters change as they tried to hold their composure.

Still no one knew what was happening, but I knew something was terribly wrong and i couldn't be alone. I went into Hubby's (my boyfriend at the time) room and told him to wake up. He grumpped and grumbled, but I didn't relent and dragged him into my room to watch the t.v. We stood together, astonished to watch the second plane crash into the second tower.

Still we didn't know what was happening. I tried to explain to him about the first tower and then the news reported a terrorist attack. Transfixed in horror we stared at the t.v. watching the fires and then the one of the towers go down. All the phone lines were busy and as the news tried to keep up with the unfolding horror they reported which schools would be closed and which remained opened.

I am still disgustedly ashamed that my college remained open. I didn't go in that day. Hubby was the General Manager of a United Artist Theater and he had to go in a couple of hours later (normally the theater opened around 1 p.m.) to see what corporate said.

We sat around the concession counter, he and I and 2 other employees, listening to a radio. A phone call came in, which Hubby answered, and the theater was ordered not to open it's doors that day. We locked up and drove around town, just to see which businesses were open. It was a ghost town. The only place that seemed open was a Regal Cinimas, offering free movies, popcorn, and drinks in an attempt to help people focus on something other that the  terror, destruction, death, and violation of the day.

We took up that offer, and even though I have no memory of what we watched. I remember standing in my bedroom, staring at a small colour t.v. trying to understand what was happening. I remember watching, helplessly, as people ran from the dust cloud, as the towers collapsed, as people jumped out of the towers to their deaths, ad it all unfolded. I pray to every God and Goddess out there that it never happens again, that the people directly affected can find a sort of peace, that those who were murdered may rest, and those indirectly affected learn, accept, and make peace in their souls.

I know that the Two Towers were not the only places attacked, there there were more planes and places and souls murdered, but I watched the Towers, that's what I remember that day. I have never been so profoundly grateful that my Hubby was next to me that day and that I listened to my instinct.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Would you like fries with that?

That's probably going to be my new line, IF I get hired at a fast food joint.

It's not my first choice, or second, or third, but...beggars can't be choosers, right?

Well whatever.

The only thing that can save me from re-entering the corporate world is my sculptures actually selling. I'm praying that they do. Need to network more I guess.

My head is going to asplode.

Be distracted by the cuteness that is Orion in my lap this morning.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Bright sun is bright

Let's see, I wok up early today, at noon, so so early, cause I thought I heark a knock at the door and then a car horn honking an hour before. Needless to say I didn't get up then,but I couldn't get back to sleep. Makes sense, right? Thought so.Deciding to get up I puttered around the living room quietly with our 5 kitties each seeking attention, checked the interwebz, and then looked outside.

Hella bright, but breezy. "Oh yay!" I thought, "I can finish glazing my beasties!"

Went potty, washed my hands, and pulled my hair back before hauling everything outside, and planted my happy ass on the back patio, where I noticed, we did indeed have someone that knocked on our door earlier. A lovely package my baby brother ordered had apparently arrived. Okay, so I pulled it inside, and sat back down on the patio to get glazing.

Every thing was going well, for about five minutes before everything started getting really hot, thanks to the sun. No biggie, I just shoved the glaze & tweezers in the meeger shade, and kept working.


I glaze over aluminum foil, cause it dosen't become one with mysculptures or let anything stick to it after drying. Good idea, right?

Maybe, maybe not. Eventually everything loooked like this:

Sun bouncing off the aluminum = bright.

Who said you could be so bright sun?

Also I may or may not have gotten a little sunburn, I was only out there for a half hour, tops!

Monday, August 26, 2013

Take Two

Okay, so today was the second day of sunlight we've had in the past 3 weeks. After procrastinating for a hour and a half (also Orion was sleeping on me), I took 4 trays of Dragons, Unicorn, & Pegasus outside and went to town glazing the beasties. Only to come to a screeching stop.

I had been planning on glazing over the top of the old sticky glaze, the first one I tried. Yeah, well that's not going to freaking happen. Everything was covered in hair and dust, no big deal. Until I tried to dust them off! Everything was stuck. Son of a @#*&!

Okay, okay, so I got some tweezers and started to pull each individual thing off. Wasn't working. I got a clean toothbrush and tried to brush the stuff at least towards the edge of the sculptured. Didn't happen. So I hauled out the shop vac and vacuumed the damn things hoping to suck off all the little pieces. Fail.

Several colourful utterances later, I glazed what could be glazed. The beasties who were freshly painted and had never been touched with the first nasty glaze. then packed up everything and resigned myself to repainting everything else.


I'm sitting here half-way done, kinda worried that I'll get impatient and rush the paint job. It's difficult not to rush, especially when I just want something done already. Gotta keep reminding myself to focus of quality and this time around I have some paintbrushes for miniatures.

This last little guy needs some repair work.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Why a ride on lawn mower is like riding a horse.

Other than the fact that it's. you know, not a horse.

Riding a actual horse is like nothing else in the world, let me just clear that up. I probably won't be able to get on the actual beast for a long, long time. We're just going to blame Hubby for that. But! Since I have to make do with my ride-on lawn mower, I have noticed several similarities.

First, the light breeze that kisses your face and flows through your hair. The simple pleasure of being under tree shade after riding in the harsh sun. Feeling each and every bump while your body fights for balance in the seat on uneven ground. Controlling the speed as best you can while looking out around you for dangers, and always end up not seeing something until it's too late. Enjoying the simplicity or movement and successfully maneuvering around objects. Once the course is complete, there's the dread and ugh feeling of cleaning up afterwards, but when your all cleaned up and finished there's great satisfaction of a ride well done.

The most similar thing though, is when your on your freaking period 
and ever tiny movement is torture!

Give me a horse any day, especially my beloved Glow.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


No D&D game yesterday, which was a huge disappointment, not only to our friends and myself, but to Hubby also. He wanted to play so badly but he was in so much physical pain from the past weekend, it just wasn't possible. No matter how many times he apologized to me and said he wanted to play on and off all day. We did have a pleasant day though, oddly enough, both of us agreed to that. I also drug him out to Wal-Mart to get kitty litter for the kitties and 2 scoops of some Jamoca Almond ice cream from the 24 hour Baskin Robbins/Dunkin' Doughnuts that's in the store for him. It's his favorite ice cream. I've never tried it so whatevs.

For almost 15 days straight now we've had rain and thunder and lightning every afternoon (when we wake up) which is lovely, but not so lovely for lawn work. We're now 3 weeks overgrown in the front AND back yard. It's crazy. I'm honestly afraid to walk in the grass it's so long, probably up to my knees.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to mow finally, maybe not.

Monday, August 19, 2013


Yes I know, I haven't posted. No, I'm not sorry. It's just difficult to post when I'm feeling so negative and upset. What I would have written could have been taken the wrong way and shit could have hit the fan. So I stayed silent, letting time and the days unfold as they will.

So I'm applying to work anywhere and everywhere, even if I do have serious doubts about it. Not that I don't want to work, but if I can't even make it through Wal-Mart without nearly falling on my ass and my knee popping out, how the hell am I suppose to stay on my feet for a 6-8 hour shift? Whatever. I'm gonna try. We'll see how things go.

In other news Orion is on the brink of a growth spurt. His ears are too big for his head, his paws are too big for his legs, and his tail is super thick and longer than it was. He's also the only thing that can consistently make Hubby smile. Really truly smile, and that makes me smile. I haven't heard him cry with his baby "mew" lately, he has been doing an interesting sound but it's rare and I've yet to identify it.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Happy Birthday Hubby!

This past weekend was Hubby's birthday, and he spent it home, having to do nothing. A nice change from getting up and driving a hour in the heat, only to work in a hot building, then driving a hour home. It could be worse, but it could be better, much better.


We spent the first 2 days playing Final Fantasy XI online. Then on the third day we were going to play D&D, but I got sick, and we played Final Fantasy XI again. THEN we played D&D last night, on the fourth day. It was a 8-hour battle, but so much fun! On a side note we also made 6 pots of coffee in the house, never happened before.

I did get him a card and made him a little present, let me show you:

He's holding the Complete Divine. The little book next to him is the Player's Handbook, and he also has a stack of character sheets, quill, ink, and a new kitten. (Our new kitten Orion.) He's painted with 3 different shades of green acrylics, 2 browns, bronze, and has his own gold rimmed glasses. The foot pads are painted in a metallic peridot green, to represent Hubby's birthstone.

I'm not going to go into the dark side of what happened this weekend. Let's just say stress is winning over for now. It is, things are tight, but I have faith that it will all work out.

Happy Birthday my dear sweet Husband!

Friday, August 9, 2013


So yesterday I went up to the city to go to the doctor, get reevaluated and all that fun stuff. It went well. Hubby and I ate lunch at Burger King. I went to Barnes & Noble and got a book, then went to watch Wolverine. The stars must of aligned cause My sweet Seimi and Zuri showed up to see the same movie. It was nice, we hung out after for a bit.



In the lobby of the theater...




Soooo unexpected. Came out of nowhere. I never did that in public. Ever. Hubby has never had to clean up after that. Ever. Embarrassing does not begin to describe it. I swear I apologized a gazillion times.


Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Quiet day

Well yesterday, I can happily say, was an amazing game session! Hours upon hours of nail biting excitement. Good friends, good game, great DM. I didn't want it to ever end!

Today is different. I feel icky and tired and anxious. The only redeeming thing so far, is that Orion is stretched out on his back across my body purring and sleeping, front paws crossed. I'd take a picture but I'm nekkie and don't have an account set up to charge people to look. :p

There are 4 huge crows on my lawn strutting their stuff, entrancing Ivory. Almost as big as him. It's rainy and thundery and cool. Squee is walking around making his own sounds. Ebony is sleeping next to my leg, and Zentara is stretched out on the floor napping. Exciting, right?

That reminds me...I've lost a total of 10 pounds so far! No clue how since I moved, I haven't worked out, or really eaten "well", but that's a bit exciting! The 10 pound loss, that is.

I suppose today is going to be a lazy day. Haven't even brushed my teeth yet. Soon as Orion moves I'll do that and eat a dry bowl of cereal, maybe even brush my hair. Big plans.

Tomorrow I go up to Ocala for a Doctor's appointment to get re-evaluated in hopes of them prescribing me the anxiety meds. Then I get to splurge a wee bit and go to the craft store to pick up some sculpting tools and maybe the book store for a book. We'll see how it goes.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Today is my Daddy's birthday, he turns the big 60. It's also the very first year since I was born that he's not nearby at all. So instead of baking him a 7 layer yellow cake with chocolate frosting and giving him a big hug and gathering with my siblings while we sing "Happy Birthday", I posted a message on Facebook and called him. I'm torn between sad and calm. Glad he's up with his fiance and having a good time, sad that he's not here.

Daddy and I have had our ups and downs while I was growing up. We argued incessantly, fought over the stupidest things, and almost never saw eye to eye. Mom said that's because we're too much alike. I have to mention though, no matter how much we didn't get along, Daddy always, and I mean always, saw each and every show I was in at least once, without fail, no matter how far away I was. Our relationship got much better after I moved out and went to college and even better after he stopped asking me when I was moving home. We're downright perfect now.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Daddy and my baby sister on her wedding day.
 I love you.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Bags for Breasts

So this morning I got my first contact email from a company.

I was obvious that the email was a generic press release and at first I was excited, then disappointed.

I'm all for battling breast cancer and raising money to do so, but the company that mailed me, well their items are pricey. As in Ka-Ching! The best that the company is offering is 10% of each sale, which I'm sure isn't including the extra cost of shipping. None of the products stand out to me. Cute, pretty, waaaaaaaaay overpriced for anything I'd even consider. Even if I was rich.

Of course if I was rich I'd probably just spend my monies on books, Neocash, and craft supplies, you know, the practical things.

I mulled the email over and over and finally decided to post the link.

This is one of the bags. It's cute, I personally like it in brown, but just not practical for my lifestyle.

They are giving 10% of all profits to women’s Breast Cancer Research so its for a great cause! 

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Fitting in.

I have a migraine, but then again I've had it on and off for 2 weeks now. There's only one way to get rid of it, but Hubby is still totally stressed out, so it's not going to happen.

In other news:

Orion is totally fitting in.

It took 4 days but he made friends with everyone. Including Zentara. I am so thrilled! Especially since I fell in love with him hard on the first night. It was so hard not to. He sleeps with Squee and Ebony and Ivory. Hunts Zentara's tail, but she eggs him on and plays in her own way. He and Ivory wrestle and chase each other all over the house, ensuring Ivory get exercise, Squee lets him pounce his tail, with the patience of a Daddy lion playing with his cub. Ebony, oh lordy! Ebony seems to have youthened 10 years. Running, wrestling, chasing, playing hide-and-go-seek. It's amazing.

Hubby fell in love too.

Monday, July 29, 2013


So on Sundays we decided that was the day the yard work would be done.

Let it be said let it be done.

I usually mow the lawn. Personally love it.

The dog pen, bit enough to hold 2 full grown German Shepherds with room to run, hasn't been mowed in 3 weeks. It was completely overgrown. Daddy also warned me that it was full of holes where the dogs dug. Yesterday I was determined to tackle the pen while Hubby geared up and worked on his own thing.

Well. I stalled out the mower no less than 3 times cause the grass was so thick. I got stuck in holes twice. And I had to "rock" the mower forward 4 times to keep it going, thanks to thick grass.

Fun? Yes.

Nerve wracking? YES!

Mower came out safe and not broken? Hell yes!!

I did scare the bajeezes out of a little bunny in the pen. Poor thing hopped 4 feet straight into the air from a thicket of grass and beelined to the fence. BAM! Right into the fence. The next second it scampered across the backyard and into the woods , safe and maybe not so sound.

Hubby did do something very important, moving some concrete blocks around. Let me show you.

Cute, eh? Like a turret. The blocks are set up to protect a pipe that carries out water to the septic tank. I can't mow over it cause the blades can break the pipe, and with Daddy all the way in Minnesota, we'd be fooked.  Now it nice and protected. Thank the gods!

After finishing up the dog pen Hubby came up to the mower.

"My turn."


"My turn."

"On the mower?"

He nodded.

Shrugging I dismounted and let him climb on.

"How do I work it?"

Hiding a smile I schooled him on the mower and set him loose. Wanna see?

Totally cute!

Please take note of his spiffy leather gloves, bought specifically for yard work.. His hat, Monsters Inc. And his shoes, no sandals, shoes. He's serious.

Gotta say, we got all hot and sweaty yesterday, gross. Worth it though, the backyard looks great.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013


I've come to the conclusion that money is toxic, at least in my household. When we have some everything is okay, but when we don't everything changes. The mood of my household that is.

Hubby becomes so very upset. He doesn't say anything, but his while body language, voice, and energy changes. It's personally very upsetting to me. I can't get him to talk about it or even just vent, and I feel like I can't do anything to help. I get very quiet.

It's worse when I'm having my period. Like today and last night. I feel so defeated. This has been going on for years now, but it seems so much worse the past 6 months. Especially since we moved.

It doesn't help that he gets even more upset every time we find a spider. Which also happened last night.

I'm hoping that things get better as time goes on, but that's just hope.

Monday, July 22, 2013


It's open! My Etsy shop if now officially open.

I'm all a jumble of excited and scared and anxious. It's wonderful.

As per my sewing business that was quite successful before the recession, I've stayed with the name Elvenspun. It's just fitting.

Shop: Elvenspun

 Facebook Page

DeviantArt Page

Right now I'm focusing on the sculptures, but as soon as I get all settled in, the sewing will start again.

Also, if I get 100 likes on my Facebook page I'll host a givaway!

Go on, check it out!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Foundling

On Thursday night, Hubby walked into the house and called me to the door. There he held a pet carrier up.

"Say hello to your new Mommy."

His voice was filled with tenderness. If he wasn't in love yet, well he was taken at least.

I was breathless and couldn't take my eyes off the tiny little black ball of fur with white splashes.

I was enchanted and took the carrier. Setting it down on the living room floor I greeted our baby, letting all of our kitties have a chance to sniff while he was safely behind a caged door. It didn't take long before I couldn't resist for a moment longer and opened the door, pulling him out, unsure of what I'd find.

He was clean, eyes bright (even though it was 3am), and very aware of his new surroundings. He didn't seem to have any fleas either. Hubby and I watched, and played with him, while he was intent on making new friends with his (new) siblings. After a few minutes I looked up very pleased.

"I think he fits his name perfectly."

It's very important for me to have a name that fits the personality. This time though, when Hubby first told me about the kitten, when we were still considering it, before he said no, I told him, the baby would be named Orion. I've never ever named anyone or thing before meeting and interacting.

Orion's Belt has always been my favorite constellation. Taking the dog for walks, growing up, at night, the three stars have always been there. A sense of peace and contentment has always filled me whenever I turn my eyes upon them.

We kept him with us last night. There's more than enough growling and hissing going on between the 4 big kitties. Especially Ivory. I didn't want to wake up to find that something awful had happened. So little Orion got his own litter pan, food, and water bowl, and even his own soft plushie kitty toy to play with while we slept.

He was AMAZINGLY quiet last night. Sleeping for a very long time and then quietly going potty and munching food. At about 1pm he climbed up on the bed and started playing, but I wiggled my fingers to him and he spent the next 2.5 hours sleeping on me or playing on my legs while I read a book.

Hubby spent time playing with him after waking up before going to work while I tried to work a kink out of my neck that Orion had decided war the purrrrfect place to sleep.

Today Orion was very determined to make friends with the big kitties. Just as all of our kitties have done when they were little. He got the same response too. Hisses and growling. That will last for about a week or so. Ivory is the only one who has "hunted" and cornered Orion and aggressively hit him. (Don't worry, no claws were used, no boo-boos, and I rescued Orion every time.) It's gonna take Ivory time to adjust to not being the baby, and to reinforce the idea that he's NOT the dominate male. But! I did catch Ivory and Orion eating in separate bowls, side by side for about 10 minutes earlier today.

Zentara has been following Orion around, keeping her distance.

Squee and Ebony, both have been keeping their distance, but allowed Orion to sleep about a foot away from each of them.

Here's our baby last night and today. I found a single flea on him, so he's going to get a bath. It's amazing to see him leaping from couch to footstool with no abandon. Determined to follow the "big kitties" around and even try to pounce them. He'swonderful to carry around and has the sweetest purr, but best of all, he's makes little noises that reminds me of stardust.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Some people REALLY piss me off.

So the other day, Hubby told me one of his employees called him and said that they found a little tuxedo 9 week old kitten someone dumped in the theater dumpster, and ask if he wanted it.

We mulled the idea around a little but, but ultimately he decided no.

So today the same employee was talking to Hubby explaining how she already had 7 kitties and really didn't have room for the baby.


Hubby called me.

"How badly do you want that little kitten?"

I was shocked, and lamely mumbled something about not wanting a new baby to mess us our relationship, or upset him more, or be the foundation of him resenting me.

He said that he was already beyond stressed about the move, and spiders, and everything else, the kitten wouldn't break him. And besides, I was the one at home all day, not him. He didn't care.


The baby kitty will be coming home. Either tonight or tomorrow. It's a boy, about 9 weeks old.

I still can't wrap my mind around that someone threw out another living creature, literally, like a piece pf trash. It pisses me off to no freakin' end! ANY and ALL animals are creatures with souls, feelings, and needs. Not trash! I swear.

If we can't handle the baby we'll rehome him to someone who can.

I dearly hope he settles in to our pride. It's gonna be hectic re-adjusting to a baby. Especially when all of our kitties have settled into adulthood and calmed down. But now Ivory is gonna get what's coming to him, after all the torture (playfulness) he gave the other 3, it's time for a taste of his own medicine.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Birthday Overload?

Well this past week was my birthday, and I have to say Hubby pulled off a kicker of a surprise for me.

We went up to a restaurant near his job and nommed (oh it was good!). Then he dropped me off at Jo-Ann Fabrics so I could look around while he was a sweetie to pick up my friend. The plan was that she was going to hang out at the theater with me for a few hours while he was working and I was going to stay with him at work all day.

He was all dressed for work, told me his manager had given him a extra hour to spend with me, cause she couldn't give him the day off, and even brought his lunch. We went into his job, got tickets, and he said he was walking me into the theater. Now about this time 2 of his employees kept exclaiming that they didn't think he worked that day, so I was suspicious. Then I asked him with movie we were going to see, and he said Pacific Rim. That made little butterflies in my tummy flutter about cause he said he didn't want me to see that movie without him. One of our other friends joined us, then he lead us into the theater and plopped down, announcing that he had the day off and the next 3 days as well! I squee'd and kissed him, quite happy.

We watched the movie (awesome, btw) and parted ways. Hubby and I swung by McD's for a sweet tes(me) and caramel frappe (him) and drove our happy butts home.

We spent the next day lounging and cleaning the house a bit. Mostly lounging. The day was perfect, we even went to Dairy Queen. Until a huge mammoth of a spider made it's way into the bathroom while we were showering. Most of the spiders we've been finding around the house are all legs. Pretty big, but easily squishable. (I've taken to calling Hubby Slayer lately.) This spider, this bastard was freaking HUGE, and didn't want to die. We (he) sprayed it with roach spray (it kills spiders pretty well too), this bastard ran at us! I yelped like some milk-coloured maiden and hid behind him, as the monster spider came right at us, refusing to die. Hubby kept spraying and finally I couldn't breath.

I started heaving. Hubby helped propel me from the bathtub and I sprinted to the other side of the house, trying not to cough or toss my ice cream. Luckily I lasted long enough to kneel down at the other toilet, where I deposited everything we indulged in for the past 2 days.

Spider vanquished, Hubby came into our bedroom and we settled down into bed. He was pissed though, and all the happy vibes of the past 2 days has evaporated like water in a parched desert.

Yesterday wasn't too bad. I could tell he was trying to be pleasant. We stopped by Home Depot, Dairy Queen, and even CVS. For various stuff, food, and Peppermint Oil. We found everything other than the Peppermint Oil. Lounged for the day, and even went out to Dairy Queen again for dinner. (It was gooooood.) Hubby moved some boxes around and we worked together decorating our room a bit more.

Today is going pretty well, so far. I slept in pretty late, we went to a health food store looking for Peppermint Oil and struck out. Went grocery shopping. Swung by the house to drop off the food and then swung back out to go eat breakfast in a Italian restaurant that I love.

He wasn't thrilled with his chicken Parmesan sub, but my Stromboli was the shiznet! He was pleased with the fried ice cream though. Right now he's taking a nap, and we're waiting for Seimi and Zuri to join us for a D&D game. It's thundering outside and all my kitty babies are lounging around. Nice and relaxing.

I'm a year older, but a year younger that initially thought. Here's to another year of love & life!

And yes, that is my husband's chest hair in the lower right of the picture.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Chocolate Talk

Okay, so I like chocolate. It helps curb a craving for sweets, easily, duh. More importantly it helps when I get migraines. The kind that knocks me out in bed with a pillow over my head praying for it to go away.

White chocolate doesn't help, cause it's not really chocolate.

But milk and dark chocolate does the thing and makes the migraines a little less painful.


A year or so ago I noticed some commercials about Brookside Chocolates and was intrigued.

They look good, right? I thought so. So I followed them on Facebook, hoping for a givaway, no luck, they don't seem to give away their products. Then I hunted through stores looking for the bags of goodies.

And was appalled.

At CVS, three months ago I stopped, literally, in the middle of the store and said. "No fucking way." The damn tiny bags were $5.99. EACH! Granted it's 7 ounces of chocolate in there, but $5.99 + tax for a small bag of chocolate that I didn't even know if I liked was out of the question. I bitched to Hubby (who was in the store with me) about the price the entire time.

Pretty pissed and I started to disdane this company for their apparent stingy-ness.

Well then, last week while I was grocery shopping for the second time (all by myself, go me!) I saw the little over-priced bags of taunting chocolates.

And they were on sale!

2 bags for $4!

$2 a bag, yeah I can do that. $2 is not too much to try something new and might not like.

To make it even better there were 2 different flavours.

Welp, I plopped one bag of pomegranate and another of acai into my cart and finished up grocery shopping.

First up:

 The initial impression was, literally, "Meh". Nothing exciting, nothing special, nothing to write home about. That was only 1 chocolate ball, but I ate a few more, and surprisingly the pomegranate sweetness started to shine through. About 5 balls in my mouth at one time (sounds so wrong) was the perfect amount to fully enjoy the flavour.

Will I spend $6 on a single bag? No fucking way, but I might pick up a bag in 6 months if I see it in a 2 for $4 sale again.

Next up:

Initial impression was; "Not bad." Still not exciting, but the blueberry taste came through right away.Unfortunately the more I ate, the bitter-er everything tasted. Probably good for portion control but not a good selling point on my end.

Will I spend $6 on a single bag? No, but again if it's in the 2 for $4 deal I'll pick it up.

Overall it's not bad chocolate, but for a "high end" chocolate as it markets itself to be, it's all fluff and bull.

I'd love to have all 3 chocolates in 3 separate bowls, sharing while I play D&D, sharing some sparkling fruit juices, in a foreign land. Kinda a scene setter. But I won't cry if it doesn't ever happen.

I would like to try the Gogi one, maybe that holds the "wow" factor I'm missing in these 2.


I wasn't compensated by Brookside, or even approached to review their products. It was all done cause I was curious.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Mow, mow, mow your boat...

Yup, mow, not row.

As in mowing the yard.

I can honestly say that I missed it, and I can honestly say that I didn't expect to be so exhausted after doing it. I didn't even get to the weed wacker yet! Screw that till Wednesday.

They entire property is 90% mowed. The only place I avoided was the dog pen. Mainly cause there is a rake lying in front of it and I was to lazy to move it.

The ride-on mower is fun. Not a horse but probably as close as I'll get to one in a while.

So, now that that's done, I'm going to tackle the laundry later today, and paint some of my sculptures. I'll eventually figure out what to eat. Here's a pic of some of the ones that are all finished up!

Friday, July 5, 2013


It's sooooooo hot, even overcast and windy. The AC is still broken, buuuut Hubby called and someone should be over at 6p.m. (about a half hour). I know it's an electrical problem, so I'm hoping that whoever comes doesn't try to give me any overblown bullshit.

The kitties are hot. They show it. Although they are so cute making an effort to be hot close to me. 

I'm happy to say that I do have some sculpture stock for Elvenspun finished up, awaiting sealant. Tonight I'm going to finish up painting what's left and then work on some new sculptures. It's still raining outside so no trying out the can of sealant yet.

Daddy and his fiance are on day 2 of their car drive to Minnesota. Nothing to report yet so I'm gonna assume that it's going well.  

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Daddy's last day in Florida

Well, like the title says, today's Daddy's last day in Florida before he does some last minute stuff, and drives off with his fiance tomorrow.

Everyone except Hubby and my family members that are deployed came over and we went to dinner, at a GOOD Italian restaurant. Poor Hubby had to work. Diner was nice, food was amazingballs, and Daddy looked happy sitting next to his new squeeze.

He did look very serious from time to time, trying to make sure he's remembering to pack everything he needs, and wouldn't ya know it, the AC broke. He wanted to see if he could fix it before he left. I'm sure he's also a little worried that he's up and leaving everything. It's gonna be a big change for him, but he'll survive.

I haven't seen him this happy with someone since I was little, with Mom, before all the bad stuff happened. I'm so glad for him. And her too! She and I had some 1-on-1 time on a trip to Wal-Mart, I can say 100% we're totally in synch and should never ever be left in a store together. Not ever. We'd never come out. Or we'd come out but ass broke.

I wish I had pictures to share, but Daddy's fiance has them on her camera. I'll share them soon as she shares with me.

I'm gonna miss my Daddy being around, but as long as he's happy, that's all that matters.

P.S. He couldn't fix the AC, so I have to call to get it fixed Friday. Booo! At least he has a window unit that we'll install in the morning. >.<

Monday, July 1, 2013

Settling in

Welp, as of 5pm yesterday we no longer live in the apartment. Hubby and I finished up all the little things, threw them into the cars, and drove down to the house.

Hubby is still overstressed beyond belief. I suppose it will just take time.

I'm kinda settling into cleaning things up, making sure dishes are done, kitties are all taken care of, housey stuff, all while rushing to finish up Daddy's engagement present. I still need clear sealant, he might have something in the house that I can use. Hope so.

I'm proud to say I passed up a can of Coke as breakfast this morning and instead had water. Though I foresee at least 1 can being drunk sometime today.

Daddy and I spent some quality time together while I was painting his present.

He is starting to annoy me. First he said Hubby and I would be able to move into his room after he left, then he changed his mind, then changed it back again, and now it's back to a no. NOW he says his fiance can make the decision. Freaking A! We're moving into the master bedroom whatever happens, he won't be here and there's no way in hell I'm staying in a old room that smells like nasty old hockey equipment.

Speaking of which I need to go email his fiance!

Friday, June 28, 2013

Father's Day Dinner & Unpacking

Today was kinda fun. A nice change.

My baby sister insisted in having a Father's Day dinner, late, cause Daddy was on vacation with his fiance during the holiday. So she and her husband picked Daddy and I up to go to a Italian restaurant, which was closed! Instead we went to another Italian place and our oldest brother met us there.

We had a nice time, even though the service was terrible, the food was yuck, and the overall experience at the place rated a big fat F. Suski (baby sister) and I made the best of it, convincing Daddy not to walk out twice, and just talk. Spend time with each other before Daddy leaves on Thursday.

Then after we were done, I started unpacking.


I tried to.

Not sure where to begin.

Or where to put anything.

I did set up the living room table and move the couches around. I kinda unpacked parts of one box. Then stared at the kitty litter that needs to be cleaned. Then went into the room we're staying in for the moment and stared before walking out.

Reclaiming my paints, brushes, and sculptures, I set about painting two Dragons that will be Daddy's and his fiance's engagement present. As a distraction.

There's a lot of work to be done, still. Unpacking is starting to look daunting.

Tomorrow I'm going back up to the apartment to pack away the last few things in the car, sleep over for the last night with Hubby, and then we'll follow each other down to the house.

I hope Hubby will forgive me and see that change is good.

I desperately hope that this change will be good.

I don't want him to leave me and am so afraid that if this change isn't good, his anger will smolder and he will end up leaving me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happens.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Time apart.

First off I want to say thank you to my two friends who helped Hubby and I move. It was back breaking hot work, and hard. 2 days straight of it was pure insanity. Thank you is just not enough. Give us about a month and we will be able to show you our thanks.

We're not 100% done, but we are 94% finished after Hubby and I did some more today.

I'm not gonna lie. Hubby is beyond upset and pissed.

At me.

Because we had to leave the apartment that was our home for 4 years.

Because of me.

Livid is too gentle of a word.

He's too much of a gentleman to ever raise his hand or even his voice to me, but there are other signs. And those signs make me want to burst into tears and hide. It's even worse that there's literally nothing I can do to make it better, at all. I've tried and even asked. Nothing.

Both of us being exhausted, bruised, and so sore we should probably be checked into a hospital isn't helping the situation

Tuesday night, after we were all finished, and drove down to the house, and then back up to the apartment. He was amazing and ran a great D&D game for just a few hours. Then everyone left, we showered, and settled down to camp downstairs on our futon mattress, he sobbed.

Angry, frustrated, angry sobbing.

I held him silently, kissing his shoulder and hands, letting him get it out. Knowing it was all my fault. Felling completely helpless.

After it was done, I apologized again, and asked him not to leave me.

He said he wouldn't, but he was still angry,his voice held a razor's edge.

Today... went, fairly well.

We worked in tandum. Laughed dropping donations off at Goodwill when a HUGE lightning and windstorm sent the wheeled carts flying everywhere. He even rushed to catch me as the wind nearly knocked me over. He had to work for a couple hours today, after 3 power outages, I helped him program the new releases and previews (read off his checklists to him). We dropped a couple more items off at our storage unit, and even had a picnic breakfast of Publix subs earlier in the day. He evenbought me a sweet tea from McD's when he got himself a frappe. And then, he took me to the craft store so I could pick up more paint colours, he even tried to find a 40% off cupon in an attempt to get me more Sculpey.

I thought the day was going well.

We drove in separate cars down to the house. He very sweetly suggested for me to stay here for the night,knowing how exhausted I was. But under that sentence, the razor's edge loomed. The toll of everything was being felt again.

We unloaded two cars and he started looking for his work clothes. The expression on his face and glint in his eyes belied, soft words meant to sooth. I knew he wanted to be alone, to have time to vent and fume.

We planned out the day tomorrow.

I will be coming up to the apartment when he calls, after he wakes up. He'll go to work and I'll move everything left into easy-access piles. Load up the trash and deposit it in the complex's area. Then vacuum the entire apartment. After that's all done, I'll go to his job and probably watch a movie or two, then we'll drive to the apartment, pack up whatever, and either drive back down to the house or camp out for a last night.

Tonight will be the hardest night, knowing what I know, and him needing time apart.

Monday, June 24, 2013


It's technically Monday.


I'm posting this before I go to sleep and it's "officially" Monday for me.

I'm up with Hubby and we're getting a storage unit this afternoon, plan on moving everything in it that needs to be. So that's what I'm doing. Yeah. Gonna be a lot of back breaking work, but it had to happen.

Hubby and I picked up Daddy from the airport yesterday, dropped him off at the house (with instructions about the kitties), and then we drove to the apartment in separate cars. I did particularly well being in the car for a total of 4ish hours. Even went out to dinner with Hubby at 1am to Denny's.

The kitties are getting better. Squee is actually eating solid food for the first time in almost 2 weeks. Ivory was moving around the house today looking for attention and petting, after not moving from his boxes for 3 days straight. Zentara ventured out of her box last night to sit on a chair with Squee for the first time in a week without me pulling her out of the kitty house. And Ebony, is still sore and achey but she's been seeking attention and comforting. She's like that. We're still going through various stages of snotty/drool, but I can honestly say for the first time, they are on the mend.

Also I have been sculpting the hell out of the new batch of clay I got last week, there's only a little left. I'm gonna get more either tomorrow or Tuesday before I go back down to the house. I do have new pictures to show you, but they are not loaded yet, or edited, so here's a couple of shots of some mostly-painted-but-not-finished ones.

See? Colours. Oh hell, that reminds me I need to get more paint colours too, not just Sculpey!

Friday, June 21, 2013

Venturing out.

I actually went out today. By myself. Alone.

Long story short I need some food in the house and the kitties needed some chicken broth. Cause, you know, they are not eating! Especially Zentara. -.-

So I packed myself up int Daddy's stationwagon, during a rainstorm, and drove myself 5 minutes down the road to Publix. Thank the Gods it's only 5 minutes away. But I did it. All by myself. ^-^ It's not a huge thing, but it's kinda a big thing. Just kinda.

It's the first time I left the house alone since moving down here.

As far as the dreaded kitty flu goes; Squee (who caught it first) it getting better. I saw him trying to eat dry food before leaving the house earlier. He's having some issues at being locked out of the room we're crashing it. Pawing at the door incessantly. Last night was so bad that I left the room for a hour or 2 to stay with him and let Hubby try to sleep.

Zentara has quarantined herself in one of the kitty homes. I've seen her try to drink water, but she refuses to even look at wet food. I'm prepared to feed her some broth in a eyedropper later, when I can coax her from the box.

Ivory is just miserable. He was the third to fall to the flu. Thankfully he's still eating whenever I open a can of wet food.

Ebony is curled up next to me. her eyes are just starting to get puffy. She is looking for comfort, which I am gladly giving her. She's also been licking all the gravy off the wet food. So she's eating just a little bit.

I hope they all recover soon. My poor babies.


Breakfast was a nectarine (eaten over the sink) and 2 oatmeal cream pies.

Lunch is gonna be some white mountain bread, toasted, with butter and mozzarella cheese.

Dinner, if I'm by myself, is going to be some yellow rice.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Closing in

The time to move things is closing in quicker than I'd like.

I doesn't help that the kitties are still sick. Each in a different stage of the sickness. I've also had to ban Squee from the couch. His bum is leaking urine on and off. Little bits at a time, but seriously, ew. It's not my furniture and even if it was he's be banned.

We played D&D yesterday. I honestly had a great time. It was nice to break away from the world. I can't wait to be able to play more.

Hubby and I went out after the game to discover the 24 hour Wal-Mart about 10 minutes away. Neither of us had been in there before. It's lovely, clean, and pretty much empty. Perfect for us. We also picked up about a pound of Sculpey. Thrilled! Need more though. It comes in 4 layers and I already used a entire layer and a half. Even though it's the same type that I just used up, this batch is MUCH softer and more difficult to work with. Whatever, it works.

I still need more paint colours. Lots more.


Breakfast was a bowl of dry Honey Chex cereal.

Lunch was 5ish little pieced of dark chocolate and water spaced out over 6 hours.

Dinner will be breaded chicken over white rice.

After 3 Cokes yesterday, I can report I am soda free today, even though there is a single lone can in the fridge mocking me.

Oh! Also I seem to have lost 3 more pounds, though I bet I sweated it out in the car driving up to Ocala on Sunday.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Soft kitty, warm kitty...

...little ball of fur.

Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr.

Sick kitty, snotty kitty, big ball of fur.

Sad kitty, sore kitty, weeze weeze weezer.

The story of my past few days. All the kitties are infected, sick, and miserable. I've been shoving pills the Vet prescribed down their throats twice a day to help alleviate the snottiness. It's so gross. No one's ever been sick before, they don't know what's going on, and are just dealing with it. They plod over to me and settle around on the couch, just laying there, tongues sticking out, trying to breath.

I'm alright, missing Hubby, not sleeping well. Dragons & equines have been born. Now I'm totally out of Sculpey. Need some so badly!

I did drive up to the apartment yesterday. Napped with Hubby for 2 hours, which was nice, and then we both drove back down to the house, cars loaded with boxes and a Squee. The drive back was terrifying. I had to stop to gas up my (Daddy's) car and while doing so it rained, that's fine, then a GIGANTIC lightning boly danced across the sky accompanied immediately by a CRACKCRASH of thunder. Me, Hubby, and 2 other guys jumped. I, into Hubby's arms. We were all shaken to the core and wished each other a safe trip when leaving.

The rain was pouring buckets and anxiety started taking hold. I got out of the city and over the bridge that separated counties before pulling in to a gas station. Turning off the car paying my head on the steering wheel, I took deep breaths. I wasn't panicking, but I was anxious and needed a break. Hubby was worried and pulled in behind me. We got out of our cars and he held me for a moment before I went potty and then held me again before I got back in the car. He was so amazing and understanding. I just needed a little break.

The storm caught up with us as we pulled back onto the road. Rain coming down so hard it was hard to see the road, but thankfully, we out drove it. Arriving at the house we unloaded the cars, took a break panting, and then went out to grab some food. Burger King. I'm happy to say the one near the house is nice, and clean, and I feel fine eating inside that place. Unlike the one up by the apartment. Then we ran to Publix to grab a armful of food each. Literally. The entire time we were out I was making mental notes of what time places closed. Cause it's all different than up by the apartment.

Hubby spent the night, and I'm happy to say, I had the best night sleep in about a week.

He's back at work today and won't be coming down overnight, but he'll be down tomorrow. Which, hopefully, means a D&D game!!

I'll probably be driving up on Wednesday, to finish up more packing, and then drive stuff back down maybe on Thursday. So much to do and so little time left. Gotta get a storage unit. Gotta put in our change of address. Gotta go pick up Daddy on Sunday. Gotta, gotta, gotta...


I had a banana for breakfast and a can of Coke, then a huge cup of tea.

Lunch might be a bowl of dry Honey Chex.

I'm not sure about dinner, maybe a can of green beans, iono.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

What happened on Thursday.

So I've moved into my Daddy's place and Hubby is still up at the apartment. It's so odd, like I'm living a different life. Not having him around, especially when it's time to sleep. It's even more odd that I'm not packing right now. Kinda got use to it. Now poor Hubby has taken it upon himself to pack after he gets home from work.

Squee hasn't been feeling well and yesterday he was hardly breathing. There was bubbles of spittle drooling down from his mouth, and eventually one of his eyes was swollen shut. Needless to say I was worried. I called Hubby and he was worried too. I went to sleep early and woke up at 5am to make sure he was at the vet (a hour away) by the time they opened at 7:30am.

The news was, thankfully, good. He has a cold, a virus, that he probably caught while he was staying at the vet those few days last week. He got prescribed some meds to help clear out his nose, and another med to help him relax so he can pee easier. (Cause he's only going in little spurts at a time.)  Oh yes, he also got some steam vapor treatment to help clear up his lungs and some IV fluids, cause he hadn't been eating for the last day and a half.

Expensive kitty.

Big baby.

Well behaved. I mean REALLY well behaved. All the people that work at the vet love him and was actually happy to see him again.

Thank the gods for the Care Credit card!

After the vet visit I (and Squee) crashed with Hubby in the apartment till about 4:30pm. I'm leaving Squee up there till Sunday, in hopes he can relax and get better without and extra stresses. Then I drove back to Daddy's place.

The interwebz been down here, so this post is probably coming late. Tomorrow, hopefully, after I sleep, I'll move some stuff around here and make room for a few more boxes. Then on Sunday, it's a hour drive back up to the apartment and then another hour drive back down here. Thankfully Hubby will be with me. That'll be a nice change.


Food has been...different.

Usually consisting of a bowl of Strawberries & Cream oatmeal when I wake up. Sweet tea to drink.

I had kielbasa (spelling?) & corn on Wednesday and leftovers yesterday.

Today I actually also had a sausage, egg, & cheese sandwich from Dunkin'Doughnuts with orange juice while waiting for Squee to get his vapor treatment. It was sooooo goooood.

I did sneak a can of Coke from the apartment and am currently drinking it along with eating a cup of apple sauce.

My brother brought over some pot roast and mash taters yesterday, so I'll probably heat that up later.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

I should be sleeping.

I totally should be sleeping now. It's 3am and I'm suppose to be up/dressed/awake at 7am. I'll be up/dressed/drugged and in some state of awareness, but I can't guarantee how much, with a can of Coke in my hand.

Today I take Daddy to the airport so he can go have a 2 week booty call. Go him! Then I get to try and figure out how to get back by myself. He won't listen to me or his fiancee about writing down/printing out directions, claims the way is easy and signs all mark the way. We'll see about that, it'll be an adventure, that's for sure.

Hubby and one of our friends loaded up 2 cars with stuff Nico can't live without + a few bonuses (box of books YAY) + 2 kitties (Squee & Zentara) and drive a hourish down to Daddy's house. The drive wasn't bad we did have to pull over once cause I was having a panic attack, so I popped a pill for it, and then once more to make a pit stop, cause that's where I ALWAYS stop on the way down.

I'm kinda excited about moving in here and pretty pissed. Excited cause it's all 1 level, open, and spacious in the living areas. Daddy has done his best to make room for us, he only asks that we hold off shoving everything into his room till after he comes back in 2 weeks to get more stuff to take up there. No biggie.

I'm PISSED that BOTH of my brothers left the bedrooms pigstys. It's fucking nasty. And messy. And smelly. Have you ever smelled dirty hockey equipment? Let me tell you its just fucking nasty. So I get to clean at least the room we're staying in of all the shit one brother left behind and hasn't brought over to his big ass house. Probably pull the carpet up, cause well, it's just old. And scrub the hell out of this room. Piss on him, seriously. When I moved out I wasn't allowed to leave any mess at all. The only thing that was allowed to stay was my costumes. The floor was vacuumed, walls scrubbed, fucking place was fucking clean.

This mess left by the brother who thinks I'm worthless and is pissed at me cause I don't have a job. Well fuck him, seriously.

Our 2 kitties with me are pretty scared, they only came out after Daddy went to bed and are now carefully and slowly exploring the house. They'll adjust.

I do miss Hubby. I'm not pining for him but I miss his presence and companionship.

My new blow-up mattress sprung 2 small leaks, I have them taped up for tonight and hopefully I won't be on the ground in the morning. I'm blaming Zentara for that, she was scrambling to flee up on the bed and I'm pretty sure she punctured the mattress.

Hubby will either be visiting me tonight or Thursday night. bringing the final 2 kitties down as well as a few more boxes. Apparently he went into hyperdrive and finished packing up nearly everything left in the house save for the kitchen. Good for him and stress motivation.

Thank you Hubby and friend whom I shall refer to a Zuri! Thank you so much for today and making everything sooth as silk! <3