This bit of Zappa is brought to you by Wednesday…no need to thank me. Really.

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It’s about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn’t know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber’dino squares
And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed’s Cafe!

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY’S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!

Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
LET’S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK

We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you’d do the same if they was you)

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY’S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!

Ronnie’s in the Army now & Kenny’s taking pills
Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green . . . wait till the fire turns green)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!

This would be a little bit of vocal teen-age heaven, right here on Earth!

“Cat hair and bite marks…I has dem.”

Little shit darling boy has been keeping me on my toes lately. Can’t wait to see him react to his new sisters…heh heh…this is going to be the best homecoming ever!

Daisy and Lola are going to come home soon. Samson’s not going to know what hit him. Honestly, he has no clue what-so-friggin-ever. *evil laugh* From what I understand, Lola is a cuddler and Daisy is a fireball. Both will be spoiled rotten in record time.

As soon as I get the keys to the house, I’m posting pictures on Flickr. Yes, I will finally show you my new house. For reals this time. Pinkie promise. We go to the title company at three today to sign my life away.

Thursday I go up to the cabin with the food stuffs for Dad’s barbecue this upcoming weekend. Mom’s going to ride her motorcycle with the rest of the group, so I told her I would. It’s not a problem, besides there’s nothing that says I can’t stay up there for a while longer and get a little bit of sun by the lake. Will be up at the lake all weekend, so much fun! Woot!

Nervous

I know everything will turn out fine, just feeling a little nervous anyway. It’s a huge change going from a bedroom to a house. A three bedroom two-car garage house. With land. Holy shit.

Had to take an ambien last night in order to get some sleep.

Money’s going to be very tight for quite a while. I’m going to be working longer hours, going to be cutting back to the very bare essentials until I get this budget under control. That includes Weight Watchers. I can’t afford to go anymore, so I cancelled my account last night.

Game plan:

• Pay off the last of the credit card debt by paying more than the minimal amount per month, plus not use the credit card (except emergency use-aka somebody’d better be dead or bleeding).
• Put money in savings account for repairs, etc.
• Switch banks so they can take out house payments automatically.

The weekend

Thought I’d self-medicate with beer, it only made things worse. Instead, I sobered myself up and an hour later drove over to the cabin for the weekend. Mom, Dad, K, and the grand-kids were there. I had more fun just relaxing that weekend than I would have being cooped up here at home. I wasn’t alone, wasn’t sad. Just happy. The lake was clear and calm, the sun was shining, and the bed downstairs in the basement was very comfortable. Slept in every morning for the entire weekend. Had breakfast every day - biscuits, bacon, hash-brown potatoes…yummy times ten. So good.

We’re going to go back this next weekend. There’s going to be around 8 of us, all non-drinkers, just having fun and hanging out in the sun. Can hardly wait for the weekend to begin.

Need to buy Dad a birthday present, will do that tomorrow. As soon as I change the oil in my car…went a little over in mileage. Whoops. Not too bad anyways. As for the birthday present, Dad told me what he wanted, plus the size he wears, so my job is to get him a pair (perhaps two) of slacks, brown or khaki. The only way to buy him a present is to ask him what he wants because he’ll just go out and get it otherwise. If he knows you’re going to get it for him, he’ll hold off. That’s just the way we operate.

Tomorrow we do a walk-through of the house. I think the guy who installed the blinds still has the key to the house. Will have to call him tomorrow to get it back. He has to come back in a few days to install the blind they missed. Ordered the wrong size, mistakes happen. They said to hold off giving them the check until the last window had been finished, which would probably be Wednesday or Thursday.

Who took my widdle-bitty kitten and replaced him with this huge cat? Sammie is growing fast! I leave for one weekend and here’s this full-grown cat looking up at me. Wow. He and Roscoe are used to each other now. Think they’ve come to an understanding since they were left with each other this weekend. I did have to give Roscoe McStinkybutt a bath when I got home. Went to hug him and just about gagged. He felt better afterwards, ran around the house like a happy spaztard. Come to think of it…think I’ll take a shower, too.

I am very happy right now.
xxx

Friday, or something like it.

Went to work, got sick, came home…tried to organize all of the shit in the bedroom; went through all that trouble to realize it’s just not going to happen. I have things for the new house, clothes that don’t fit, clothes that do fit, dressers, nightstands, leftover hair from dead dog, hair from the cat, hair from only God himself knows where it came…and just about everything else but the new furniture. All in the spare bedroom. I have little designated trails from the bed to the closet to the door, which barely has room to open or close. Oh, let’s not forget the widdle dust bunnies. Yay, bunnies. NOT.

I am stressed out. I don’t know whether to cry or start screaming. This is supposed to be one of those happy occasions. I’m not feeling the joy. I’m feeling quite upset and confined right now. I’m gaining weight. I don’t want to do anything but sit and bitch and that is pissing me off more than anything else.

Okay, so I’ve got the whine, who’s got the cheese and crackers?

Thursday

• It’s payday! Yay!
• It’s car payment day…meh.

Wednesday Quickposts:

• Thinking about taking a couple of days off, going up to Mom and Dad’s cabin. Samson and Roscoe could go with me. I could just take the cat box plus whatever other supplies we’ll need.  Feeling more than a little burnt out.
• We may be closing the deal on the house sooner than September 1. We do the final walk-through this upcoming Monday. Already have a couple pieces of furniture, will need to buy some pots and pans. Wallyworld, here I come!
• Cell phone’s dying. Have to go get another one soon. It’s the wiring, they just don’t build those things to last.
• Been craving alcohol for some reason.

Monday

• I’m waiting for tonight because I want to see what happens to Matt (Concession webcomic).
• Thinking about stopping by Tequilas and having a margarita after work tonight.
• Slap me.
• Ow! …thanks. I needed that.
• Hair’s getting longer. Skort’s getting shorter. Legs…getting whiter? WTF? Oh, you mean I have to go outside for the sunshiney goodness? …there’s an outside world? Wow. *looks out window* Whoa! The graphics are amazing! Who downloaded the birds file? You mean the scenery changes? Seasons, right? Wow.
• Cherry season is…OVER!!! Hooray! Outside world, here I come!
• Gotta go weigh in now.

xxx

Sunday Night and Other Superficial Drivel

• Had a mood swing that was a combination of PMS, low blood sugar, and just plain loneliness. Result: not a good time. At all. Self-loathing is not fun, especially when the person in question hadn’t done a damn thing to deserve the ire. Not of recent times, anyway. Everyone else in the world was fine, it was the bitch I was having problems controlling. The bitch wouldn’t leave me alone.
• Chocolate helps, especially having to get out of the house and go into to town in order to get such a fine, delectable treat. I got to talk to someone. The cashier was pleasant and we chatted during the scanning of the stuff I just couldn’t live without and transaction of my check for the store’s goods. Dark chocolate covered almonds: proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
• No, I didn’t eat the entire canister. They were too rich. So good. Must savor the chocolatey goodness. Mmm! Om nom nom nom!
• I’m doing a little better now. Mom’s watching her stories and Dad’s doing whatever he does–mostly driving Mom crazy. It’s your typical Sunday night here at the house.
• Listening to Garbage. Love the song ”Bleed like me”. “Cherry Lips” is another favorite, but my all-favorite so far is “Metal Heart”.  
• Mr. Samson got another mouse. Mom performed a mercy killing with a shoe (yes, the mouse) and let Sam have the corpse to play with for a while. We’ll take it away as soon as he’s finished. Added another one to the mouse count.
• I need a life.

xxx

Friday

• Today is our annual grower barbecue. We’re having ‘light’ thunderstorms. Looks like it’s easing up from time to time. It might be tolerable tonight.
• The last time I went up to Grandpa’s house, he made it clear through body language (and the fact that he didn’t say one word to me) that he didn’t want me there. Both my brother and Dad said the same thing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that he wants to die. I don’t know whether to hug him or slap some sense into him. Have no idea if he’ll come to the barbecue.
• Caffeine withdrawl headaches are better than mid-day mood swings. It’s in my right eye, but I don’t care. I can take it.
• Samson has discovered, of all things, the toilet. Yes, we have found WaterWorld. I can’t give him a bath without all the yowling, hissing, drama as well as bite marks all over my arms and hands, but the toilet? Oh, that’s different. He’s getting a bath tonight. Not telling Mom where he’s been, but all the same, the little brat is getting a bath. Whether he wants one or not.
• If I go to the barbecue, I’m going to have a beer.

xxx