I have to admit it. When it comes to shopping during the Christmas season, I’d rather slam my left breast in a sliding glass door than go to the store. The energy there is horrible, everyone is stressed and grabby, and I never see what I want my kids to have. OK, well….maybe I want them to have too much of that plasticy goodness. At any rate, I get exhausted just driving through the parking lot. This year, however, gets even more stressful due to the van not being tagged. I can’t even get out to put my cash in the bank so I can shop online dammit. Borrowing Mom’s van is an exercise in politics these days. I *can* borrow the van, but she doesn’t necessarily want to babysit my kids while I go to the store. Which pretty much defeats the purpose of going.
Counting games
My toddler is learning to count. He walked up to me as I was feeding the baby, and said “One, two. Two nummies.” and then went back to playing.
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Listen, asshole – I’ve already BEEN to the DMV 4 different times trying to get the tag situation straightened out. You’re a DEALERSHIP. You’re SUPPOSED to know WHERE TO SIGN on the fucking title. You’re supposed to know WHERE TO HAVE IT NOTARIZED on the fucking title. So get off my back about the fact that it’s still titled to you. If ya’d done the paperwork correctly to begin with, this wouldn’t be a problem.
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What a dreary day!
It rained all day, much to my chagrin. I knew I’d be mostly housebound during the winter because I don’t like to take 3 kids AND their typical winter accessories to the store. Outside in the yard is OK, but if a hat/coat/glove gets lost in a store, it drives me batty. At any rate, I was looking forward to getting some much needed chores done and it was raining too hard. I need to get the van registered, the sticker expired on 11/30.
My heart is gonna explode
scuse me while I swim in oceans of azure 
Distractions, distractions
a million distractions. There are so many things I need to do and don’t have the resources for. But that’s a whine for another day!
Today my daughter cleaned the livingroom AND her bedroom – and is babysitting her brothers so I can have some uninterrupted time online. She wants something, I KNOW it LOL. She never EVER cleans without an argument unless she has motivation.
Granny’s here!!!!!!!!
My wonderful Granny is here for what she says will be her last trip. I got some GREAT pictures of her holding the baby, and hopefully will get some of her with all 3 kids later today.
She’s still as much of an ass-kicker as she always has been, but her eyes look weak. I think that’s from the cataract surgery more than her state of mind though. I have told her several times that she can’t go anywhere, that she’s just gonna have to live out her days with us since there’s snow & ice on the ground. She laughed at me!
My numbnuts cousin didn’t listen to the radio this morning to find out there’s no school, so I told him he could drop off his daughter with us. The girls will have a good chance to roll around in the snow and wear each other out.
Well, back to make more memories.
I’m not quite sure how to feel about this
You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying.
“And The Vampire was all that remained on
the blood drowned creation. She attempted to
regrow life from the dead. But as she was
about to give the breath of life, she was
consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the
cycle began again.”
Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)
and Isis (Egyptian).
The Vampire is associated with the concept of
death, the number 9, and the element of fire.
Her sign is the eclipsed moon.
As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic
individual. You may be a little idealistic,
but you are very grounded and down to earth.
You realize that not everything lasts, but you
savor every minute of the good times. While
you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you
have strong ties with people that will never be
broken. Vampires are the best friends to have
because they are sensible.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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And now, for the OFFICIAL update:
CheerGirl’s team did NOT make regionals, so I don’t have to sweat coming up with $1000 in a hurry to go to nationals thank GAWD. I hate that they didn’t win, but as an unemployed person, I was sweating some SERIOUS bullets about spending 4 days at Disney for the nationals.
The filling in one of my larger molars came out today as I was enjoying a turkey/veggie omlette. I am trying to find a dentist. The dentist who installed that huge rock in my tooth has officially been fired, shortly after said installation. I told him I wanted the amalgam in all my teeth replaced with composite…so he replaced the fillings. With more amalgam. And then had the balls to bill me for the work.
TiggerSpawn has a *very* nice case of jock itch, probably caused by the diapers not rinsing clean enough in the wash these days. I’m really feeling his pain, but encouraged in the fact that he likes to “pee on the towel”. Yes, you read that correctly, I did say pee on the TOWEL. We had the potty sitting on a towel to catch any misses. He ignores the hell out of the potty, but will piss all over any towel left on the floor. He seems to prefer this to diapers, so I’m all for it. We’re already planning on replacing the carpet, and I can handle an extra load of towels in the laundry if it means my diaper load will be cut in the near future.
I did finally hear back from the community college, but need to call them. Apparently, they didn’t find my records from when I attended previously…and dammit, I’m NOT giving up those credits without a fight. I’ve got my transcript….somewhere…..around here. At any rate, they’ve got me down as a new incoming student, rather than an established student returning. BLAH!
I did find the source of 90% of my cough. Black mold in my bathroom ceiling. I looked up the cleaning protocol and shared this info with Dad. Air filter, bleach, toothbrush, and face mask so you don’t inhale the spores. Oh, and seal the doors with plastic so the spores don’t go through the house. Well, he DID use a toothbrush. Didn’t bother reading the label, and sprayed Febreeze on the ceiling, then scrubbed the mold til it was faded. I didn’t say a word…just went back to bed. I’ll hit it with bleach when my lungs are not so irritated.
And that concludes the TinkleUpdate for this week. Stay tuned for more stupidity as I come across it!
O Where, O Where has my TinkleBelle gone?
O where, o where can she beeeeeeee?
She’s my dearest friend
in the whole wide wyrld
O where, o where can she be?
I know you missed me, I seriously missed being here. I thought I was done with sickness, but it came back, kicked me in the ass and LAUGHED at me! The largest part of my week went something like this:
*coughcoughcoughGAGgaspcoughwheeze*
More news tomorrow – must go cuddle my son.