Sunday, November 23, 2008

"Alright, alright, Mickey's a mouse, Donald's a duck, Pluto's a dog, what's Goofy?"

A Beluga whale at Sea World in San Diego.

A hippo skull at Ripley's Believe It or Not Musuem.

The Child ready for battle at Medieval Times.

Sleeping Beauty's Castle covered in ice lights at Disneyland.

Me, the Child, Mickey Mouse, Ian, and Leslie together at last in Mickey's House in ToonTown.

As much as humanity repulses me and as much as I despise humans, I really love life. I do. It's true. I love waking up, you know becoming aware I'm still alive and get another chance at living. I wonder about dying in my sleep sometimes. First thought about that is I wouldn't even know, so waking up is a 50/50 chance. With that you've got to believe me when I say I adore vacation, especially touristy destinations. They keep me humble.

I just returned from a week-long vacation with the family down to Southern California. Three days, spread out over a 7, to visit Disneyland (and Disney's California Adventure, hereon referred to as DCA (yeah, I've gotten a lot of legal paperwork, what's your point?), Sea World down in San Diego, Universal Studios, Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum, and Medieval Times.


The little gem above I started soon after returning from vacation at the end of November. Life's been a crazy, needy bitch lately thus no fuckin' blog posts in over a goddamn month! I'm a horrid blogger, so I've decided I don't fit the label of "blogger". I'm more of a Putterer.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

"Play that funky music, white boy!"

This is Peter Fox. The song is called Alles Neu. Yes, it's in German. It's also the most played video in our house right now.

"I'm gonna need more dew and universe juice!"

I got hellaciously drunk the other night due to celebrating a friend's birthday. It's an annual occasion that gets more painful the older I get. I just can't seem to exercise any goddamn restraint. I get totally caught up in the social moment, seeing and visiting with people I only seem to see once a year (at said birthday boozefest).

Ian even set the alarm clock on his cell phone. Of course when it went off it went unheard and by the time Ian mentioned it to me my attitude was, "Eeeeeh, fuck it."

Damn me! Damn my idiotic, booze comsumption stupidity! Gah! But my punishment was painful and long, causng me to actually call in sick to work (and I only work 4 fucking days a week). How humiliating, but that's how it goes for me. It must be humiliating for me otherwise I'm not affected enough to care and change. Well okay, I get it. I'm too goddamn old to be drinking like that (especially too old to be retching my guts out multiple times the next day). Ian agreed and we pinky sweared (swore?) never do that again..

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

"It's more comfortable for you to label me as insane."

So today's Election Day 2008. I've been on the computer a lot this morning, avoiding news segments and TV shows. But come 4pm I'm turning on the ol' boob-tube to see how the east coast voting is going. Otherwise, I'm staying in my bubble as long as possible.

I need to go upstairs and put away the Halloween decorations. I was able to get the child to put away a box of lights last night, but for all the constant nagging I should've put them away myself. She'd plop in a bundle then lean on the rocking chair. She had a blanket wrapped around her body so each task was done with only one hand, as the other hand held the blanket closed around her. It made me think of the informercial for a blanket with sleeves. YES SLEEVES! WOW! Can you believe it?! *shoots self in head* Yes, a blanket with sleeves, which winds up looking like the person's wearing their robe backwards, which makes me giggle. Okay, laugh. A lot.

I was invited to an Election Party tonight that I immediately said Yes to. Then it went to a Maybe when Ian's stepdad came to town and his date of departure wasn't clear. Now I've changed it to No because my family suddenly has interest in the election and they want me to be home with them to watch the results. And the results better be good damnit! I had a customer in yesterday saying she'd have a beer handy. I replied that I would have tequila and red wine on hand. The tequila is the celebratory liquid and red wine is the drink of solace and sadness.

"Why is that?" the customer asked.

"Red wine makes my cheeks flush. It would be my only warm fuzzy to comfort me."

I feel bad saying No to this party though as it is my second No to the same inviter (yeah?). Legitimate reasons to decline of course, but when people back out on me I always think they just don't want to hang out with me. Yes, I'm paranoid ALL the time, what's your point? In changing my party reply to No, I also typed up a long ass winded note about feeling bad, but I exceeded the character count and so my pathetic ramble went unknown ... until now. Crap.

For Halloween, the child dressed up as the killer from the Scream movies (pictures forth coming). The ORIGINAL Scream movie, so she was the Billy/Stu killer with the mask et al. Ian even colored up a knife for her, which she didn't take to school. I was proud of myself for nixing the faux weapon BEFORE the note to parents about fake weapons not being allowed at school was sent out. Halloween night had the child trick-or-treating with her buddy, Lauren, dressed as a dead cheerleader. They laughed about McKenzie being Lauren's killer. Oh hahha! Isn't that swell?!

"You killed me!!"

Ha. Ha.

Speaking of the child, her sheets need changing but to get to them I have to remove a Spongebob Squarepants bed-tent the child can't seem to live without these days. I'm glad she has it though as her room gets really chilly yet she refuses to use a space heater. She says it makes her nose stuffed up, and though she may be right it is still damn cold in that's child's room! Vampire child with her coffin-like bedcovering ... Oh. My. Gawd. Really? I just had this moment of clarity. My child is a bright and shiny, happy Goth. WORLDS COLLIDE! News at 11!