she's gone , gone, gone, gone

yep y'all, my sis is off to England. i don't even know for sure if she's landed yet. but her flight was supposed to , and as far as i know , took off yesterday at 4:40 p.m. -- she found out at the last minute that it was fully booked too. she was sooo not thrilled about that. i wouldn't be either. i hate to be all cramped in a small place with a bunch of strangers. ugh. even a full elevator is bad. but a airplane - for a very long time? with someone drooling, and snoring, and tryin to talk to ya? oh gawd it would kill me. i wonder how she's doin.


y'all should have seen her about her cats. you'd think she had three real live infants with her. they had to spend their time here in my bedroom walk in closet.. which is actually huge. they had plenty of room, but barely came out of their crates anyhow. but still, she was in there every twenty minutes to check on them. she made us keep our bedroom and bathroom door closed so her screaming scaredy cats wouldn't hear the "tapping" of the dogs nails on the wood floor"... :))
when we got to the cargo place yesterday to put them on the plane... i actually felt bad for her. i have teased her for years about how she is about her "babies" but really-- i thought she might fall on the floor and cry- real tears" by the time we left there--- an hour later. ugh.
but on the way in, i carried one cat crate, and she carried one, then she went back out for the other cat--- when she got back , the guy had already taken the first two ! she was like-- where are they???!!! i told her he took em.. she looked all pitiful, the he came out and took the one she had.
oh boy. she was kidless. and the whole time we were there we could hear them crying back there behind the door.

well, we finally got to leave after what felt like an eternity. who knew it would take so long to get cats checked in?? ugh.
but we leave-- and i swear. over the next two hours, she brought those cats up over 100 times. you'd think she was never gonna see em again.
so anyhow, from there we went to her gate, and got her seat assignment and checked her bag, then we went to eat lunch, so we could steal at least a little more time together. she thought i was gonna just dump her off right then.. i was like umm , no. she still had like three hours before her flight was gonna bored.
so we got her checked in etc, and went to find a place to eat-- and to our surprise found a place we could even smoke in. woo hoo.
we killed quite a bit of time there, and got her back to her gate where she would maybe spend not more than an hour an a half at her gate. maybe even less. before boarding. i tried to make it be less than an hour, but there's just not a lot to do near an airport.

so, we said our goodbyes -- that were not as easy as i thought they would be. i will miss her.
and off she went.
then i came home, feeling like a deflated balloon --- that had been beat about the head and shoulders :))
i laid in bed and didn't get up til about 5 this morning.
i don't even remember feeling anything when she went to sweden. i don't even remember where i lived or what was going on in my life. call me a selfish bitch-- but i don't.
but this time. it's a lot different. this time i really feel her absence. already.
our visit was short-- but i really am happy that i got to see her before she left.

well.. i don't really have much else to say right now.

so i'll try to catchya latah

i can't think when im rushed

my floor-- well several of them.. resemble the one in this room. and it is really buggin the crap outta me. the fact that we still have not replaced our missing broom makes this even worse for me, because it is just not gonna clean itself up, and lookin at is it makin me wanna just beat someones ass. ugh. seriously.
oh... if you happen to be wonderin why, i have trash and chewed up bits of paper all ---alllllllllllllllll---- over my kitchen, office, and part of my livin room floor? well that would be because my dogs are little trash diggers, and sushi seems to like to chew the paper into little pieces and move on to the next big piece.
and, well, in my present condition.. i can't quite crawl around and pick it up-- cuz i surely would have by now. i would have found a way to have it up and gone by now. but we haven't got a new broom, no one has picked the shit up, and i can't.
anybody wanna join me while i have a stroke?

ok movin on

was it yesterday? i had the ct.... i don't even know if i already even said this somewhere, but i had the cat scan yesterday--or whenever-- and also got a copy of the xray report from before.
well... i know nuthin bout the ct results yet. and as for the x-rays??? even with that weirdo hole in my arm... everything seems to be "unremarkable" cept somethin with my elbow-- i forgot the stupid word-- but it was somethin i never even heard. but not serious anyhow. there's not even pain there. then somewhere else it mentioned degenerative somethin or other a couple times--- which is basicaqlly arthritis. so big deal. none of that is causing this much pain. or should i say "that much pain".... cuz thank God-- i am gettin better.

in fact-- i'm gettin "SO" bettter that last night , i went with hubby to drop soulkid off for her "group thing", and he and i went out for dinner. OMG it was so good too. it was the closest i have come to real food in ages. oh fantastic plastic....i love you.

but--- on the drive over there---- it was just like old times. and nope, not in a good way. all bickerin and bitchin. i wish i would have kept my mouth shut. i almost said i wish i woulda stayed home, but that isn't true. i'm glad i went, cuz i have been in soul hell trapped here all these weeks. it's like friggin house arrest or somethin.
anyhow.
soulkid was a true pleasure-- and i let her know just how much i enjoyed her company. but it really was a bad way for me to conduct myself. and i did apologize. but somebody should give me at least a little slack. in over fourteen years, i have never called her so much as a "bad girl". well at least to her face. never. ever have i called her a name.
but-- last night i got pushed to my limits and unfortunately-- i called her a little ass.
oh yes i did.
and i shocked us all.
soulman started to scold me , but he stopped himself.
the child told me --well a few things... but also told me to "shut up'.. which also may have been a first.
but i didn't respond. cuz i was still in shock of callin her an ass. oops.

but anyhow-- aside from that-- it was good to get out.



so------ i'm gonna try again ... and am bein rushed right now


rock on my friends

i hate bein rushed out thedoor