Currently I'm introducing my sister Pebbles to Cousin (amusing fun there)...but before Pam and I went on a rum run. But sadly we came up empty handed since nothing was open. (crap!) But anyway Thanksgiving:

My computer broke. I didn't go out because I wanted to finish cleaning....but ended up not finding the cleaning supplies and couldn't contact Pam who was the one who moved them. Thus after 3 days of straight depression, I popped and had a 2 hour fit.

But after I cleaned and calmed down and then went over to Tae's place and laughed at Magus playing God of War 2 (seriously I don't know how many times he fell...and then there was the raving jokes...got to see the game played to know that one) I got better.

Then my daughters came over for their bi-monthly visit which was as fun as ever. I went the wrong way (again) picking them up. Raven wanted to go with her sister overnight. Hyper doggies, poop on shoes, sleepless nights and the monthly problem. But it was still a great visit. April huggled on me. Raven was delighted with chicken bites, Kuma and Bella madness and April got to watch Iron Man adventures (Y-7 for everyone's delight).

Finally today I got my puter fixed but I ended up busy with shopping and then hanging with Pam. So this is really the first time I've really been on all day. Sigh, Gawd I hope Christmas is better than Thanksgiving else I'll need that rum.

I've been a busy person. I worked on a fic (it needs some reworking seeing how now I have two copies and some of it is crap while other parts are brilliant. So I get to spend tomorrow combining them) I began my uber project that I hope can be a present for Tae. I finished reading this book to recharge my creative battery. (good book btw, I want more)

I don't wanna go to sleep but dang if I'm not tired. *yawn yawn yawn*

And bored

And hungry...must raid chips. My candy and sandwich are running out.

April's Fall Festival experience did not end well. I left her goodie bucket for just a moment and someone dumped it out and stole some of her stuff...which upset her and had three people making mad dashes to cheer her up. An upset April is a sad sad thing. It's kinda like seeing someone kicking the sweetest puppy in the world just for giggles.

But she got home and was happy cuddling up to me throughout our lil slumber party. Mommy here even told her a bedtime story. (the story of Naruto! *giggle* Hey, it was toned down! No one died, no weapons were involved--just the power of frienship...yes I just 4Kids Naruto for my kid)

Anyway, April went back to her house for a party (which sadly didn't happen, she and her sister ended up coming back to my house) and while they were gone I hear that Tae's grandmother who had been in ICU for a few days passed away...and I believe it was on Halloween day. I don't know for sure and I'm not asking for clarification. Last time I tried anything involving a death ie asking questions, showing sympathy (Magus) I ended up severely getting my head bit off and I still haven't fully forgiven/forgotten. I am going to stay outta everything until it's clear. No attending the funeral, no seeing my friends, no calling my friends and only asking Cousin for info since he appears to not be prone to hurting me in his pain. (Tae, Magus)

But my girls did enjoy their day with me. Raven was happy to run all over the place, playing with the wheelchair and helping people who came to the garage sale. April was gleefully carting Kuma around and playing vet with both dogs. Both girls were tickled pink over Bella's new trick: she fetches a golf ball. (so long as she isn't distracted) And despite several stress inducing things: I enjoyed my time. <3 My princess and black glamour cat <3

It looked so fun
It had such pretty pretty things

I finally submitted and got myself a facebook account...all for a silly game called Yo-ville.

this is going to suck...

Annual Halloween party at Tae's house resulted in me drinking an entire bottle of peppermint schnapps all by myself. But that's not all: I had at least a shot or two of rum and coke, some citric flavor rum, half a shot of coconut rum, half a shot of some pink zinfandel, a swallow of champagne and two shots of whiskey and coke.

Dinky got wasted...on an empty stomach (at first, I had two good buzzes last night: first one was before I ate, second one the real good one was after I ate.  Yes I do remember the entire night)

It was kinda funny. I was chatty and hyper, the typical amusing drunk but my mood could switch on a dime. One moment I was squeeing like a fan girl and the moment I noticed I was getting dizzy and recalled I had nada to eat: I demanded a Dr Pepper. No more grins until food was served. Then I tossed back the rest of my schnapps...which I swore wasn't doing anything and then...where the hell did my face and hands go??

LOL Tae was jacking with Cousin about how he was prolly torn between being a gentleman or taking advantage of my awesome buzz. Both got told he (Cousin)does anything I would kick his butt six ways from Sunday...I may have been intoxicated but I was aware. But Cousin was ever the gentleman and made sure I didn't stumble around in the dark (I can't see) or fall in a ditch (or off the porch, I was that dizzy...surprisingly enough I could walk in a straight line and up stairs...down was a issue enough I asked Cousin to hold onto me). He did get some giggles from my antics and I expect to be blackmailed later on.

But I had fun. I came home at almost 3 am (I refused to retrieve my keys from Magus, aka he who takes my keys the moment I have one sip of alcohol, until I was sober and everyone said I was too) with glow stix, bright fuchsia nail polish on my hands and wind burn on my face. And somehow I managed to be awake at 9:30am...

Five cars full of zombies came to my house and took over my backyard. No--o it's not a plot for a Halloween themed story, my house seriously got invaded by zombies... to get married.

This weird story begins with a phone call to Auntie from her oldest child, Dawn. She tells her mother that one of her brother's sister-in-law desired to have a zombie themed wedding. Everything was originally planned for them to head over to a nearby cemetery and do the ceremony but then they saw a funeral was going on and so they needed a new place to perform the wedding. Dawn knew that we had some land that could easily pass for scenery for a remake of Night of the Living Dead and asked if they could all come over.

Auntie said sure...but then she had to warn Dad. She rings the doorbell, Dad answers and she says: "Don't freak out but five cars full of zombies are coming over." Like any sane person my Dad goes "What?!" Auntie then explains it, Dad thinks its funny enough for everyone to hear and so Pam and I get told.

Ten minutes later, five cars come in a solitary line. Dad, Pam and I watch horrified as corpse after corpse shamble out from the vehicles. My cousin Dawn, who is always dressed right out of a magazine is a mess. Her hair looks as if a rat nested in it, her mouth is surrounded by dried blood....I so hope it was just blood. Her meticulously neat husband had a hole torn in his throat, his pallor ashen, eyes sunk in. There was a little girl fresh from the grave buried in the height of 1980's fashion following her limping mother. The groom appeared to me as a lanky undertaker, his bride stunning in a Victorian gown of red and black lace. She had need of my flip flops and so I immediately ran off and got them....I dared not anger the flesh eaters!

Pam, Auntie, Dad, Uncle and I stayed far away from the spectacle but in the wind I thought I heard the bridal march moaned by the gathered  reanimated corpses. I heard clapping later--can zombies clap?--and then my family and I watched in horror as the zombies began to chase the new couple. And later the horde, lead by the limping mother, chased after a unlucky random man smoking a cigar.

In all seriousness, I offered my shoes to the bride since I knew there were stickers in the back and she was barefoot. The limping woman and cigar smoking man were husband and wife and related to me distantly. However... my dad got his picture taken hefting an ax at my cousin's husband, making it appear as if he was the one who cut open the poor guy's throat. The wedding party thanked everyone for their help even invited us down for the ceremony (we declined out of respect) and they left not all that long ago.

LOL This was the oddest Sunday ever ....

Bella and Kuma got a new house to play in and tear up. I add tear up because already when we put their bed inside with nice warm blankets inside to keep out the cold, both dogs decided to drag the covers out. But they're going in and out of the igloo happily...and they seem to enjoy the thing. Which is great since Mommy, Daddy and Big Sis Dinky stood outside the store trying to maneuver the thing into the car and ended up phoning Uncle Nunya to come with his truck.

Dinky herself and Pam got new jammies. Well I got one new pair and Pam got tons, seeing how she didn't have any warm but light jammies and I have two pair...now three. When it gets even cooler I think I'll grab an another heavy jammie set...I love my jammies.

Plans for tomorrow include picking up Cousin (he isn't my cousin, there I denied it for you! Ass) and putting up the first stages of my new decor. But knowing how the world works, I'll end up doing it myself...sometime next year...and screw it up somehow.

I came home from visiting Cousin and I found a new dog in the yard with Kuma. My Dad named her...wait for it...Baby. I f--ing hate the ugly thing. It looks like a giant Chihuahua and is more hyper than Kuma...which is alot. I hate it.

I actually was happy with one dog. Kuma was content....and then they go and -sigh- You can't pet either one of them without the other desiring your sole attention. The two minutes I was around Kuma and Baby I felt extremely stressed and didn't want to be around either one. Ever.

She whines too. And barks...at us.

Ye--ah....

Edit 2:16 PM

Baby's name got changed to Bella. I like the name more.....but I don't like the dog any better.

I forgot to mention: Raven and April tried hiding the wheelchair from potential buyers by:

1. Pushing it close to the house and leaving it there
2. Scratching out the price on the price tag
3. Hiding the price tag

I thought it was cute

Good news: Kuma has started eating and acting like his normal self again. No clue as to what changed but he perked up a little these last couple of days and finally started playing with everyone last night. He barks, he whines, best of all: he snitches food. (and I keep finding milk bones all over the place)

( In search for playmate )


God I hate answering phones.... speaking to people always makes me nervous (and then I ramble and act like a moron)

Chai had to be put to sleep this morning. Pam didn't want to see her suffer anymore and so Dad and her said goodbye, let me say bye bye (it was more me saying "Bye bye, you'll feel all better soon", just like I've always told her) and they left. Afterwards the two went over to the place where they got her (North Texas Humane Society, die motherf--ers!) and informed them about Chai. When they started covering their asses about what happened (they sold a sick puppy and never informed us, who's to say they haven't done it before or won't do it again), Dad got mad and semi-laid into them. He ended up getting his money back but personally, if it came between some miracle of bringing Chai back perfectly healed and the money, I'd chose the puppy. Pam was heartbroken about it...and we haven't even told my girls yet. That is going to be good *sarcasm*

Maybe when they get older I'll inform them how bad this Humane Society is. We got them lying about her condition...Yeah f--ing right she had her parvo shot, a dang vet said she didn't and I don't care what your paperwork says. I can open up a file there and put in a kitten is a rare species of PIG. Still don't make it true and it doesn't take a vet, who is certainly more qualified than a worker there (which I know you advertise as no experience necessary, I've seen the classified ads) to figure out the paperwork is wrong.

Kuma is moping...but healthy (thus far his tests come up negative for parvo) He spent most of the day just kinda laying on the porch staring off or asleep. I did try to make him feel better by taking him out for a walk. (He couldn't play with any of his toys because we had to bleach them) He seemed to enjoy goofing around with Kaiser and running around the main front yard on his leash. But he had to go back in the yard and he when I gave him a treat and a new bone, he turned his nose up at them....but he later got playful, ate his treat and gnawed on the new chew toy. All is normal thus far....

Chai has parvo. That's why she was acting strange.

Those who know exactly what parvo is know that there's only a 50-50 chance of survival. And those that do survive don't come out in one piece. So right now I'm doing serious research so I can help the puppy my kids fell in love with and protect the one I fell for.

The first over night with one of my daughters went over quite well. Raven slept on Pam's couch cuddled up with her build-a-bear and covered in a Winnie the Pooh throw. There were some angry moments where Pam expressed pee fears (Raven still wets the bed and Pam thought her sleepwear would leak) but everything went well.

Dinner was take out from Dairy Queen, which Raven didn't really eat due to her discovery of Kuma and Chai. She wanted to play with Chi all the time, defend her from the evils of mean ol' Kuma..... She watched TV with everyone and fell asleep on me. A highlight of my day. Today she woke me at seven and ate cinnamon toast. Then played with the pups again, assisted in our garage sale and then hopped in the car when we picked April up.

While her sister was gone, April had a blast picking up her build-a-bear, eating Mr Jim's pizza and pretty much having the house to herself. I even suggested that while one of the girls is out with me, the other can go out and see their dad. But I don't think my in-laws will like that idea...they're that type.

So anyway both girls were over and played with the dogs, pushed each other in a wheelchair we were trying to sale and watched TV off and on. Between the two of them, Raven's hamburger and fries were eaten by the time they went home.

...I've just been told it's talk like a pirate day. Time to dig out my pirate to english dictionary

Finally got those stitches removed. And it hurt! But other than some stiffness and numb areas, I'm okay. Oh sure it hurts to touch the spot, move it certain ways, writing with a pen/pencil and pick things heavier than a computer mouse...listen to me whine hehe.

In other news I got the final piece of my Halloween costume. I showed what I was going to wear to Pam (who looked at me weird and expressed displeasure about the un-age appropriate knee highs until I told her it was for a costume) and she says I look cute and I plan on weaseling her into er...asking her doing my hair for me. (seriously I do mean asking, if she says no I'll try myself or get Tae to help) But my Catholic school girl/Gothic Lolita costume is set--all for under 5 dollars. Hopefully this time I can post pictures and share the fun with non local buds.

Afterwards, I plan on showing off the glee inspiring outfit to Cousin... You can thank his perverted lil mind for this year's costume. Speaking of Cousin (God I gotta think of another nickname for him!) He gave me a bit of torment material by accidentally calling himself something that was hilarious but might require me to alter my LJ content rating. (Dinky is worried about her language and possible LJ rating) Least to say the delivery and what he called himself: Epic. It just might show up in a story it's so funny.

Hahaha! Pam finally relented and now the puppies are outside dogs. She listed reasons: she's too old, she keeps losing what little sleep she does get, she's hormonal, it's too stressful, it was a mistake to get them....(that's the third time she told me that one)

But poor Kuma and Chai. They were scratching at the glass whining. It was sad...Kuma was like "Big sissy Dinky, save me. I scared of the dark!"

Guess who my favorite is....