Fantastic!

"800,000 doses of children's swine flu vaccine recalled; potency dipped below required levels"

Yeah, I am whole-heartedly a skeptic.

Let's see...what else can I tell you about my life? I've decided to go ahead and do the interview with the blue hair...IF I get the job, I can change it. Thank you Remmy and Sterling-Sir for talking me through that decision!

Resume is revised. It's the same resume that won me the last two jobs I held, with a couple of minor updates, so it will be fine. If they don't like it, *shrug*

I have decided on what Christmas cookies I'm PLANNING to make...now I just have to find the time to do it (um, yeah, right!).

I owe Beloved a story. In our poly-relationship, "cheating" is when you do something that you aren't comfortable telling the other person about. I cheated over the summer, and he found out about it and he wants me to tell him the whole situation. *winces* This has me flip-flopping and in a state of self-loathing. I told him that I can't get anything right, and he very calmly, very lovingly told me to replace "anything" with "everything".

I can't get everything right.

Sometimes I cannot comprehend his love and patience with me, which, perversely, makes me feel worse. *sigh* Some time this week, I will be writing.

*wry smile* Yes, I realize I kinda buried that little confession. *sigh* I'm not proud of myself at the moment...

lost the balance

You know, I was doing pretty well there for a moment. I successfully sent 8 little kids home on Friday with Snowball Soaprizes to surprise people with this holiday. I got rave reviews from people about BaconFest, which was about 45 people and utter insanity on Saturday (it was the first INTERNATIONAL BaconFest as Remmy joined us!). I delighted four children with a Backyardigans' birthday party on Sunday.

By Sunday night, I had gotten ALL of the dishes washed, dried, and put away; about 80% of the week's laundry washed, dried, and folded; toys were all picked up and in relative order; the humidifier was running in the Master bedroom.

Beloved praised me for keeping it together while we played a game of cribbage just before going to bed.

And today, everything seemed to crumble. Girl was up twice in the night, once for about an hour and a half, once for forty-five minutes. Beloved let me sleep in this morning, but rushed me awake because he realized he was running late. Both the kids tag-teamed me all day...when one wasn't whining or crying, the other would pick up the slack. I managed to strip the bed like I promised Beloved only to hear a crash in the kitchen where I found Boy trying to help himself to fruit snacks. It got to be 5 pm and I was clueless about dinner (again). I missed Beloved's call saying he was on his way home because of diapers, and was at the end of my rope and snippy when he and Roomate came in. Beloved volunteered to take Boy to see Santa, only to find out that the hours I had were wrong...

I'm also totally stressed out because a friend of ours, out of the blue, said that there's an opening for a gym teacher at her Montessori school. The idea would be that I'd earn a discount on Boy's tuition, which would be swwweeeeeet!, BUT my hair is electric blue, my resume hasn't been updated since 2005, and they want to do interviews THIS WEEK. GAH!

So...yeah. I lost the balance. I'm going to go do (another) load of laundry, make the bed, and pray tomorrow is a better day.

Down Days...

It's just being one of those days...one where nothing seems right and I feel like saying "awwww, fuck it".

Things I need to accomplish:
* get ice cream and pork roast started
* get soap snowball project cleaned up
* get pick up taken care of
* figure out what to make for dinner TONIGHT
* empty foyer

There's a bunch of other stuff that is weighing on me but not as pressing:
* laundry, laundry, laundry
* finish chores for the week
* make a cake for Sunday's birthday party
* wrap gifts for Sunday's birthday party


Then there's the stuff that's in the back of my head:
* take care of the stingy plants and boxed plant
* get donation stuff out to the car for drop-off (combine with empty foyer?)
* Christmas decorating...after the birthday party...next week???

None of it is that major...but I am just dragging my feet on all of it. :-( Even Beloved's gentle teasings are upsetting me. WTF? *sigh* Foolish girl, I still haven't learned how to say "no", and for some reason Beloved only looks at me and shakes his head instead of throttling me.

Told ya so...

*giggles* Yes, it IS juvenile, but I just couldn't suppress the laughter at the ABC newsbreak "Has swine flu been oversold?"

People just want to get hysterical about stuff these days...our culture watches too much television, and if we don't have enough drama in our lives, we HAVE to invent it.

Submissive Journal Prompt

Do you have any body modifications? Would you ever be interested in pursuing body modification?

My ears are pierced, but that's about it. I used to have a second piercing in my right ear, but that closed up. I had my belly button pierced, but my body rejected the metal (we tried everything...surgical steel, titanium, gold). I've had two pregnancies, which maybe isn't what people typically think of as "body modification", but it does actually change your bone structure. *wry smile*

I have considered a couple of different tattoos for years...serpents wrapped around my wrists, my children's names, a symbol of my faith, a mark from Beloved. I'd probably go for white ink, regardless of the design. I haven't done it because I've never found the perfect design that I think I could live with for the rest of my life.

I have also imagined a pair of branding scars on my back...not designs...just scars. They would be on my shoulder blades, right about the bra-strap level. These would allow others to "see" my wings and remind me of who and what I am. I actually know two people who DO branding and they have said they'd be happy to help...but I am freaked by the process!

"Look at me! Look at me now!" said the cat...

"With a cup and a cake
On the top of my hat!
I can hold TWO books!
I can hold up the fish!
And a little toy ship!
And some milk on a dish!
And look!
I can hop up and down on the ball!
But that is not all!
Oh, no.
That is not all...

If you need to brush up on your Dr. Suess, the title comes from Cat In The Hat, and that was EXACTLY what I was just thinking. Typical pixie I was simultaneously:

* humming under my breath
* holding Girl
* washing the counter
* making bread
* defrosting a roast
* listening to Boy in the bath

Of course, I realize most of this is made possible by modern day convinces like bread machines that do the kneeding and microwaves and baby monitors, but it was still kind of amusing when the quote popped into my head.

I just worry about the next stanza...you know...when ALL the things fall...

Santa's lap dance...

Yeah...alright, so this is a sidetrack post that I am subjecting you to because there are some interesting toys in FetLife's Kinky Santa's bag that I *think* I'd love to surprise Beloved with.

If you can correctly guess MY three picks, I might be able to surprise you with a little something, too...