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Time for the weekly whinge about work. Well, actually, just cross fingers and toes that the truck doesn't show up until after 6am, so that I'm tied to the front register and not out back dying a thousand little deaths of agony. Meh.
Life has managed to be exceptionally dull and filled with fantastic trivia all at once, though by fantastic, I mean slightly unnerving and not at all of the good.
1) My great uncle apparently had a stroke, and from the way I was told, it was "another." Hell, did I know he'd had one before? I'm worried as he's one of those family members who has always been on the old side of things, y'know? Like some people you remember as older than you, but not old? :/ I worry. I don't spend oodles of time with my dad's side of the family after one particularly brutal Thanksgiving that reduced Mumsy to tears, but they're family and not of the totally crazy, I think I saw that on a night time soap once variety. So, fingers crossed for him as well.
2) The neighborhood has been changing hands lately. Y'know, a whole bunch of people leave, but not all at exactly the same time, and you realize that you have no idea who half these people are. Anyway, the last round of for sale signs wiped out two of our favorite kitty watching houses. Or so we thought. The second house is right next to The House of A Thousand Children, and Mumsy and I damn near cried when we realized we'd no longer see the orange kitty who would show up once a season. Orange kitty shared a house with a pretty white cat who was much more adventurous, and it was more of a once a month kind of deal. Until a few days ago, when we saw the white kitty on the porch, looking kind of dirty and displeased. When this happened a second and a third time, Mumsy was a little concerned. They'd obviously left the house already, despite it still being for sale. Had they abandoned kitty? Was kitty not actually theirs but under the cat like impression that the house was still his?
So Mumsy talked to the Mother of the 1000 Children. [I think it's actually seven or eight, but they keep multiplying, so it's hard to keep count] This is a big deal, since Mumsy isn't all that thrilled with any of the kids or Mumsy, since the kids are rude and delight in standing in the middle of the damn street, pointing and laughing, particularly at Mumsy. I bet they'd try it for Sean or Dad, but they aren't sure that the boy wouldn't make good on his threat to use them as itty bitty speed bumps. Ditto for Dad. Anywho, it seems that the white kitty's family did move. Sort of. The mumsy [and I think they had a kid] are goooooooone, but the dude spends a few nights a week at the house. Which Mumsy then follows with, "But that's not such a good thing." Eh? There I was, thinking kitty was being taken care of and what now?
It seems the Mother of the 1000 children says Dude molested three of her daughters. o_O So he and Wifeypoo are divorcing and he's taken to leaving the animals outside all the time, when before they were indoor/outdoor. It's hot as hell, he's got a Husky that he keeps penned up in the back, and... creepy. Just, whoa.
Maybe THIS is why I don't know my neighbors...
3) No one told me Underworld Evolution was a sequel of the direct variety. Y'know, one movie ends, and the second movie picks up seconds later, if that? So I spent the whole damn movie being so damn confused... I've seen Underworld and I thought I remembered enough of it to not worry, but I was so, so wrong. SO WRONG. Still, pretty movie, lots of blood [which made eating a stupid idea], and pretty people being horrible to one another, only with fangs and wings and fur and things.
Annnnnnnd Mumsy just "flipped a knife" and stabbed herself in the foot. I think it was her cleaning in the kitchen, but, that's her interpretation. I don't deal well with blood, or pain of any kind, and as it is, I start to feel kind of lightheaded and sick, and yet when someone hurts themselves and Mumsy cannot be the one fixing things, they turn to me. I think they're waiting for me to faint, which I might very well do sometime. It just hasn't happened yet.
Hrmm. Dolly list should be made:
Preordered:
- Aquel [paid!]
- Uncanricky
- Hello Kitty
pondering Dal Jolie, and maybe Veritas. Will have to wait on V, cuz I don't like waffle wigs annnnnnd I think she'll depend mostly on colors.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to obsessing over the first on my list and the usual Thursday panic attack, as well as reading, Devilish by Maureen Johnson. I swear, I find the best books on the discount table at BAM.
Oh, and also with the looking for a new TV. My little TV/VCR combo sucks. It's eating tapes and they can't all be duds, so it must be the machine. So... I find a new one. Meh.
Life has managed to be exceptionally dull and filled with fantastic trivia all at once, though by fantastic, I mean slightly unnerving and not at all of the good.
1) My great uncle apparently had a stroke, and from the way I was told, it was "another." Hell, did I know he'd had one before? I'm worried as he's one of those family members who has always been on the old side of things, y'know? Like some people you remember as older than you, but not old? :/ I worry. I don't spend oodles of time with my dad's side of the family after one particularly brutal Thanksgiving that reduced Mumsy to tears, but they're family and not of the totally crazy, I think I saw that on a night time soap once variety. So, fingers crossed for him as well.
2) The neighborhood has been changing hands lately. Y'know, a whole bunch of people leave, but not all at exactly the same time, and you realize that you have no idea who half these people are. Anyway, the last round of for sale signs wiped out two of our favorite kitty watching houses. Or so we thought. The second house is right next to The House of A Thousand Children, and Mumsy and I damn near cried when we realized we'd no longer see the orange kitty who would show up once a season. Orange kitty shared a house with a pretty white cat who was much more adventurous, and it was more of a once a month kind of deal. Until a few days ago, when we saw the white kitty on the porch, looking kind of dirty and displeased. When this happened a second and a third time, Mumsy was a little concerned. They'd obviously left the house already, despite it still being for sale. Had they abandoned kitty? Was kitty not actually theirs but under the cat like impression that the house was still his?
So Mumsy talked to the Mother of the 1000 Children. [I think it's actually seven or eight, but they keep multiplying, so it's hard to keep count] This is a big deal, since Mumsy isn't all that thrilled with any of the kids or Mumsy, since the kids are rude and delight in standing in the middle of the damn street, pointing and laughing, particularly at Mumsy. I bet they'd try it for Sean or Dad, but they aren't sure that the boy wouldn't make good on his threat to use them as itty bitty speed bumps. Ditto for Dad. Anywho, it seems that the white kitty's family did move. Sort of. The mumsy [and I think they had a kid] are goooooooone, but the dude spends a few nights a week at the house. Which Mumsy then follows with, "But that's not such a good thing." Eh? There I was, thinking kitty was being taken care of and what now?
It seems the Mother of the 1000 children says Dude molested three of her daughters. o_O So he and Wifeypoo are divorcing and he's taken to leaving the animals outside all the time, when before they were indoor/outdoor. It's hot as hell, he's got a Husky that he keeps penned up in the back, and... creepy. Just, whoa.
Maybe THIS is why I don't know my neighbors...
3) No one told me Underworld Evolution was a sequel of the direct variety. Y'know, one movie ends, and the second movie picks up seconds later, if that? So I spent the whole damn movie being so damn confused... I've seen Underworld and I thought I remembered enough of it to not worry, but I was so, so wrong. SO WRONG. Still, pretty movie, lots of blood [which made eating a stupid idea], and pretty people being horrible to one another, only with fangs and wings and fur and things.
Annnnnnnd Mumsy just "flipped a knife" and stabbed herself in the foot. I think it was her cleaning in the kitchen, but, that's her interpretation. I don't deal well with blood, or pain of any kind, and as it is, I start to feel kind of lightheaded and sick, and yet when someone hurts themselves and Mumsy cannot be the one fixing things, they turn to me. I think they're waiting for me to faint, which I might very well do sometime. It just hasn't happened yet.
Hrmm. Dolly list should be made:
Preordered:
- Aquel [paid!]
- Uncanricky
- Hello Kitty
pondering Dal Jolie, and maybe Veritas. Will have to wait on V, cuz I don't like waffle wigs annnnnnd I think she'll depend mostly on colors.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to obsessing over the first on my list and the usual Thursday panic attack, as well as reading, Devilish by Maureen Johnson. I swear, I find the best books on the discount table at BAM.
Oh, and also with the looking for a new TV. My little TV/VCR combo sucks. It's eating tapes and they can't all be duds, so it must be the machine. So... I find a new one. Meh.