A bit about my day. A short story and more Christmas Eve rambling.

Oh my.

I have ALOT to do today.

I am on my own. Spaghetti has to work until 2:30.

People are coming at 4. 21 of them to be exact.

I just need to figure out where to keep the kids for the next 8 hours.

So they can destroy only one room.

Front room? I'm thinking a movie marathon until nap time.

Lots to do. Need coffee...

Need to focus...

Hope my back doesn't go out again. It did last night.

Fuck me.

Oh so I wanted to share a story with you (from my old blog) and yes it pertains to tonight...

A US man was in a critical but stable condition after suffering an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head at one of Cambodia's famous military shooting ranges, police said Thursday.

The 33 year old had fired seven bullets of a 10-shot round at one of the capital's most popular tourist attractions before apparently deliberately firing a single bullet through his own jaw, according to Interior Ministry penal police chief Mok Chito said'We do not know if he had a military background or what was in his mind,' Mok Chito said. 'He obviously brought a problem with him to Cambodia.'

The bullet exited through the back of his head and he was rushed to Calmette Hospital, where doctors reported he was likely to survive, but did not give further details of the damage sustained.

 So what does a parent do, when there phone rings. And the caller id comes up... United States Embassy, Cambodia?

$40,000.00 is what it would cost you to move a fatally injured person by plane, with medical staff from a third world country to the nearest first world country. Which means Spaghetti's Aunt and Uncle just shelled out a SHIT LOAD of money to fly their son from Cambodia's dirty hospital to Taiwan's, I guess cleaner first world hospital.

Alright so that is the story as of May 2008. Fast forward to now. Cousin, we will call him Bitter because he is quite angry still. I am guessing I would be pretty pissed if I tried to off myself and woke up in a hospital.

So Bitter's status is he is wheel chair bound, and is working on walking again. I am told his face is fine, he just lost some of his moter skills. (how do you spell motor? motter? it just doesn't look right...)

Insane right? I mean a perfectly fit human and he goes and attempts to blow it all away, causing his family a SHIT load of money, and the grief. Anywho, the point of my story?

For the first time in 17 years Spaghetti's family will see him again.

So yes that means I have never met him.

Oh and this is all happening tonight. Here. Wheel chair and all. See I have empathy for people with diabilities, and things they can not help. But I am a bit less understanding when you did it yourself. And find a bit of sick humor in the fact that your still alive, no wonder your Bitter.

So wish me good luck, hoping to have a semi normal holiday today.

OMG! So I tots forgot about the rest.

THIS is my first Christmas Eve hosting. Right? SO it is because we lost Spaghetti's Gramma in February, Spghetti's Birthday to be exact. So Grampa doesn't want to host, it makes him super sad.

OH and Ed's uncle T that just passed away? Same little family.

SO I will have a house full of semi depressed people who are all trying to find the Merry in this Holiday, and add in one weird reunion.

WISH ME LUCK!!

(Can't wait for tomorrow! Spaghetti will be home and we can enjoy Christmas with the 4 of us. AND then I am totally stoked it's off to my parents house! No drama, just us with Queen, Carrots and Frances! Hooray!!)

Merry Christmas Eve everyone. From my little corner of the Blogosphere to yours.

WTF just happened?!?

Alright so I try to make the big bucks and add AdSense to my blog, and wala. I get NO background. I get NO title. And I get some shit hole message on the side. That blog they are reffering to is not one I use. Didn't try to set that one up. Gah.

Um, so yeah. I guess I got a shotty make over, and I am stuck till someone can fix me. I even tried to go to "The Cutest Blog on the Block" to temp fix it. And that got me NO WHERE fast.

I posted on blogger help. Hoping some random stranger with to much time on there hands will hop on over to assist lil' ol me and my SOL problem here.

Anyone else? This blows... so until then, it's me not you.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 are very bad kitties

(Thing 1 in grey, and Thing 2 in the tiger stripes)

From the time Spaghetti walked in from work we both could smell it...

Cat urine. Thing 2 is the first to blame for this smell, she pissed all over the sectional we JUST threw out. Weeks ago. Replacing with a new leather couch, and chair. There is piss on the couch.

Spaghetti is NOT happy. At All. No shit, neither am I and I start freaking because I know damn well the look in his eyes says that Thing 2 has only a few hours left to live here.

I can't handle giving away a cat. Or a dog, or any pet for that matter. It kills me. I rescued Thing 2 because no one wanted her. And now he wanted me to do the same. I couldn't do it.

I didn't have a choice. I mean, the couch is less then a month old! He tells me she has to go RIGHT. NOW. I freak. I go upstairs and find Thing 2 I hold her and I sob. I sob and freak out in front of the kids. I couldn't help it.

This cat may have pissed on yet another piece of furniture, but this cat is also my email buddy, during both pregnancies she would sit with me and my daily baths, dipping her tail in the bath. She is a pain in the ass, but she is my cat, damnit.

So after rocking my cat and sobbing like she was already gone. I look at Spaghetti with swollen eyes, and tears on my face. I ask if they could live in my art room?

Fine.

And so I moved them. First the cat tower, then the litter box, the food, the cat cubbie tent, the water jug, and then the cats.

There new digs aren't so bad. The art room is a pleasing purple and lime green, there is a window that gets minor light, the room is 1/2 the house in size, they have TONS of counters to roam, and tables to lay on.

But the pissing did need to stop, and both cats are to blame in one area of the house or another. Thing 1 does her damage in the bedrooms, so they are always closed off. It will be nice to have our doors open for a change. That will be really weird getting used to.

I will miss hearing them wrestle in the hall at night, or getting the run of the house when the dogs are locked up. But it is this or they gatta go. I am glad Spaghetti let them stay.

Well more time for me in my art room. Now I just need a laptop down there and I will be set (I have a fridge, food, art supplies and my cats)

It was just an insanely upsetting day. Plus I have to douse the new couch with cleaner in hopes that the smell was caught soon enough.

So as I stand there smelling like cat urine (since I was scrubbing the couch between sobs) the house is a mess, the kids didn't nap, and I have dishes around the counter top Spaghetti forgot to mention that he was having 3 of his friends over for a BBQ in an hour... oh the insanity of it all... oh and that in a few months we are going to babysit his parents cat (Thing 3) in my art room with my cats) for 12 days... oh no he di-int...

Oh and yes the kids are down in bed now. And yes the wine coolers are tasty. And yes my best friend will be over right after work.

Pop quiz.

Q. WTF, was growing in the back of my fridge?

I did finally figure it out.

Now lets put your creative minds to a test... what do you think it is?

You owe me $200

So I go over to Bed Bath and Beyond yesterday on my enjoyable afternoon of no kids, no husband, a hot date with me myself and I.



I needed square plates, glass ones. For a scrapbooking class next month. I will have to post a picture, to confusing to explain, and I will be SO off subject.



Anywho, so I get my 8 plates, a new king bed pillow for Spaghetti (since I hoard all the other 3 and leave him a skimpy little pillow) a boo boo cold patch in the cute shape of Tigger, and I picked up Spaghetti's other birthday present from my parents. (can't tell you, sometimes he reads this!)



And so I proceed to the checkout, still high off my coffee buzz, and my quality me time. I get to the cashier, freeze. Look for other cashiers. Shit, she's my only option. And I know she saw me look around. Damn it.


Right so this cashier, lets call her Pager, since back in 1997 she borrowed my pager since I was upgrading to my first cell phone. It was back in the day when you could pay your bill a year in advance, and I paid my $200 for the year. Well after a few months of not paying back her $20 a month agreement, Pager disappeared.



About 6 months later she stopped by my mom's house, to see me. I introduced her to my new boyfriend, Spaghetti. After a short time the pager I "lent her" went off. I said "hey how about some payments?"

She had to hurry up and leave.

That was over 10 years ago. My best friend, dumped our 7 year friendship, because her lame ass couldn't even look at me to say, "hey, I can't afford to pay you, and my boyfriend won't pay anymore, so I am just going to ignore you. Forever"


Yep, that was awkward at the Bed Bath and Beyond counter. She said "hi" I gave her a fake smile, and hoped it looked fake. I need not make a scene, I need not remind her. She knows.


I know she got the message.


Her cousin, is friends with one my friends, and anywho, they asked me a few years back if I would still be Pagers friend and if she could contact me...


I said, tell Pager that she owes me $200, and then after that, I still don't want to be her friend.


I'm pretty sure by the look on her face. She got the message.

She didn't ruin my happy buzz, just made me throw up in my mouth a little...

Funky.

I am in SUCH a funk. I have an Open House for Stampin' Up!'s new catalog, and I am SO not in the mood. I do feel a bit better since I ate, and watched the end of Pirates of the Caribbean At Worlds End (love those movies!)

I have an hour and a half till my mom gets here, I still have to shower, get ready, pickup the front t.v. room (everyone walks in through that room) the kitchen table (not bad) and shove it all into the pool room.

I also got up nice and early finished the make-n-take project, set the table and finished staging the room. But now I need to take all the stuff out of the basement t.v. room (another room to walk through to get to my art room)

3 hours, 38 minute till Open House... I need a nap... maybe just a shower, some make-up and coffee will do me some good.

I was hoping after this post I will feel a bit more like hosting. And maybe due to the fact that I haven't had class since December, whenever I get in a lull, it takes some energy to get back into things.

Well I have a class scheduled in two weeks, and another 2 weeks after that. Now I just need them to sign up!!

Time to put on my happy face!!

WTF kinda morning. I need a do over.

I hate days like today.

Days where Spaghetti has to go to work, and he is so tired from working, and family get togethers are great, but he really doesn't sleep then, those few hours inbetween jobs is when he sleeps has been with family all week non stop.

So he is SO tired, and he is sick, and it makes him SO grumpy, I don't blame him. I feel bad that when he had 30 seconds with the kids this morning they were crazy whiny.

So he left, bitter, tired, sick, tired, and tired.

I followed him out to the car appologizing, I am sorry that there are days like this. When the Video store schedules him 8 hours when we said he could only work a max of 6 in a day.

I can hear the kids screaming for me when I followed him out. It's just one of those days when you want to just jump in the car with him, and just run away. Not forever, just for the minute.

I come back inside to see that Bagel was screaming for me because Ding just ate my french toast. I then in return, freak out and scare the baby and Bagel because I am screaming at the dog. Screaming to the point of pissing myself.

Spaghetti is at work.

The dogs are outside.

Bagel and Weaky are at the table crying.

I needed to blog.

My only upside to all of this is that since my house is SO full of Christmas present clutter, and laundry, dirty dishes, and just crap everywhere. I have been granted a free pass to skip today's family event (everyone I just saw on Christmas Eve, for Grampa's Birthday) and Spaghetti asked that I attempt to clean as much of the house that I can.

I need my fucking coffee.

I am hoping to get things done.

I may tweet on and off today.

Can't really afford the time to blog. Just needed to get this shit out of my head.

Thanks for reading my babble.

Hope your day is better.

Feisty