hahah.

So, yesterday was kinda a downer round bouts here, huh? Blarg. Part of it is that the little things still kick me in the chest – like last week, I had a new box of checks delivered, and in the corner was just one name. my name. And it’s been almost 16 years since there was only one name on my checks. I had to force myself to write one, so that I could get past it, but I never quite shook it off. blarg.

Can I just say how AMUSED I am that the newest search words that bring people to my site are “lugi monster” and various things that include “zit-picking abuse”? So proud. Of course, I am most likely just glad that, hello people! there are people here! Disappointed peoples, sure, but Peoples! Hi Peoples!

So this morning? When it would have been a good idea for Ace to pull his “it’s 6am mom! get UP!” routine? He slept. And I rolled over and realized that I had FORGOTTEN TO TURN ON MY ALARM! or, I’d turned it off in my sleep. I’m pretty sure it was the first one though, because I wasn’t sleeping well anyway. I remember setting it, but not actually turning it on. Hello, Airhead! Welcome to Monday! Fortunately, The Girl had decided to set HER alarm for the first time ever. Which was funny, too, because she stumbled off her top bunk bed, and got all the way to her door all growly “Mom! Turn! off! your! ….oh. never mind.” and that? made me laaaaaaaaugh.

Alright, and year? and month? Hello? QUIT GOING BY SO FAST! Don’t you realize what a PANIC this is breeding in me? DO YOU? I mean hello – My mother’s oven is BROKEN. My sister’s oven is BROKEN. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? This means that LESSA MUST COOK THE TURKEY!

I shall let the horror of that statement sink in for a moment. Then repeat it with another burst of panic.

Lessa!
(CRAP! That’s ME!)

Must COOK!
(“Mom, is there a phone number for turkeys, like there is for birthday cakes?”)

A TURKEY!
(Insert panic, and not completely mine own. Consider those who must EAT SAID TURKEY!)

NEXT WEEK!

So, you see, November? Will ya slow the hell down already? For the love of all things sanity related for Lessa? No? Well SCREW YOU NOVEMBER! I never loved you anyway, ya December holiday wanna be crackhead TripToPan inducing freak! Harumph.

(Oh yes. There will be PICTURES of the upcoming debacle. And regular updates. Do you think they have wifi in the ER? I mean. Just wondering. Wouldn’t wanna miss a day that close to the end of NaBloPoMo, and all. So do they? Just in case.)

Yes. I’m nearing 40 and have managed to avoid making the turkey’s for most of my life. (I think I did it one year. Then it was never ‘my turn’ again. Hrm.) Nana always does it! Or Auntie Ladybug, who inherited the Suzi homemaker gene that seems to have COMPLETELY skipped me. (Probably knocked out by that basketball.) But no. Things! They conspire against me. And I! must face! the turkey!

Heaven help us all.

So, here we are…

Day 12 of this posting every day thing, which means we’re ALMOST halfway there! Are ya bored yet? Nah? Well will it help to tell you I got NOTHIN but randomosity in list form today? See, I KNEW I could bore you!

So, here we go:

1. Heh. I just drew a complete blank. Maybe I don’t got nothin, after all.
2. You know – it seems to me that people are asking me more about Kevin now then ever before. Or mentioning him, in passing or in-depth conversations. Even the kids. Part of me feels that’s good for them. The rest of me still wants to clutch it close and hold it tight and not speak and not mention it because every time we do it makes it that much more permanent. Stupid, I know, but still.
3. The school (the pup’s) called, to see which piece of artwork I wanted her to use for a project. First I said “Why are you asking me? Let HER choose, it’s HER artwork.” and then it hit me what was the subject of one of them. A family of five, with a dog. Sigh.
4. It’s not just the pup – The Girl has decided what her first tattoo will be. Mickey Mouse (like her dad’s), with angel wings.
5. That sound you just heard was Nana saying “Not MY grandbaby!” Probably with the groan of realization that her baby (me) has 3 tattoos, Kevin had 6 (7? Why can’t I remember?!? 2 on shoulder, 1 on the other, 2 on chest, 1 on back. 6. ok. Whew.) and it’s inevitible that the kids will get them too eventually. *L*
6. We’ll wait until she picks herself up. There – better, Nana? Alrighty then.
7. The Boy wants one too, but hasn’t decided what.
8. Wow. This started out on a downer, didn’t it? Sorry.
9. In other news – it’s bloody COLD outside. And I have to go to town.
10. And this list thing is getting out of control. We’ll just end it here then.
11. I promise there’ll be something better tomorrow.
12. Maybe. Heh.

And yes – it’s no mistake there are twelve points. Heh.