Why do I suddenly not care anymore? I have no real idea, except that my life is becoming increasing more complicated and yet suddenly very cut and dry all of a sudden. I have my husband type guy, my two, furry, four legged, speech-impaired children, my job, and my responsibilities. Now I have to focus on buying a house, which we are going to do by October. We are going to apply for loans and all that shite and with any luck have our first house. I have pretty much already picked one out, but we need a realtor first and then we can go on with that. So yeah, big step. My sis may have gotten married first, but I will own a house first. I am actually really excited. It is a huge step for somebody like me. Not married and yet going in on this with Jeff, that takes a hell of a lot of trust on both our parts, so we just have to hope this relationship lasts as long as the home loan!
I am worried though, cuz Jeff said that our first house would not be the one we stayed in forever obviously. It will have enough room for us to squeeze out a couple and have a dog and things like that, but beyond that, we would eventually own our dream home. I just don’t know if he is truly aware of the fact that my dream home is not in NC… But there is no way in hell I am going to “poo poo” the chance at owning a home. The whole situation has this foreboding undertone of “set in stone” ness that I am having a hard time coping with.
Oh well, life goes on.
I have the dreaded weight watchers tonight. I really don’t want to go. I am ragging it, and I always gain like 3 lbs when Old Aunt Flo is in town. I still get the disapproving glares from the harpies that run WW, and I try and explain that I am BLOATED and they just “Tut Tut” me like psychoactive hens. Someday I am going to walk in there with 6 dozen boxes of Krispy Kreme and see what kind of havoc I can create.
Can’t you just imagine the headlines?
So I am honestly avoiding it because I bought a new scale last night, and it was obviously returned to WalMart once for being a dirty liar. See I got on my old scale (and when I say old I mean like 40 years old) and it said I had gained about 2 lbs. Ok, that’s fine, I’m ragging it, I probably really lost a pound once this period weight goes away, but then I get on the new digital asshat scale and it says I have gained 4 and a half pounds. Now I am really frickin bloated and therefor really frickin PMSing and I just can not handle the LOOK on Ms. Medusa’a face when she sees that I have gained almost 5 lbs. In a week… I mean shit, I wasn’t THAT bad. I didn’t even eat 5 lbs of extra food all week!
I am enabling myself. Dammit. I need to find a way to make water taste better. I am not drinking nearly enough water.
So let’s move on shall we?
I got Felix back last night after his neuter. I have never seen a kitten so happy to be back home. He was ACHING to get out of his carrier when the chick brought him inside and he was just mewling at me like you wouldn’t believe. So she’s blah blahing me about how I shouldn’t feed him until he is walking straight and that he hasn’t had anything to eat in close to 24 hours. Now this kitten LOVES to eat. If he weren’t so energetic I would worry about him being overweight. So she leaves and the first thing he does is climb up and give us loves and goes to find Oscar and love him up and then he goes right to the food and starts to howl like a wolf in heat. This is when I notice his butt. They shaved his ass and I mean JUST his ass. I can not believe how HILARIOUS it looks. This is a proud kitten, tail in the air all the time, strutting, if you will, and he has a neat little shaved ass. Jeff and I were rolling on the floor. If anybody needs a laugh, I will send you a picture.
So yeah, I guess I should be done for the day. I have been neglecting d-land for my LJ, but that’s only because I like the feedback section, and unless I pay for it, I can’t get it here.
I might pull a roklobster and just post the same thing in both places, but where's the fun in that? *wink*
~B.e.D.