Lopping my hand off...

So.  Mitch, our dairy guy, made the announcement that he's planning on getting a sex change and moving to California where people will be more accepting of his ways.  He's also going to move to Texas and Atlanta, while a chick from someplace out west is supposed to be moving here to live with him, this summer he's supposed to go bring some chick from New York back to live with him, and he's supposed to go to England at some point to meet his boyfriend in person for the first time.  
The unanimous opinion (apparently I'm supposed to brainificate while I'm writing, thinkify while I'm typing, and last of all don't be dumbah.  I loves my Joshy and his attempts to make me laugh too hard to type.) is that the sex change is far more likely than any of the other stuff that he claims he's going to do.  There's a bet going on if he'll make a better looking chick than he does a guy.  My money's on yes.

Work's still being a whore (manager wise), but I told myself I'd stop bitching about that.

Scott's going to sell me his 20 gallon aquarium, complete with stand, gravel, filter, and hood, for $25.  The only thing wrong with it is his rat chewed through the light cord, so I'll have to get Daddy to splice a new plug on it.
I've not decided if I want to leave my froggies in the 10 gallon tank by themselves, or move them into the 20 gallon one with everyone else and use my 10 gallon for a lizzard or something.  Or maybe a pair of fiddler crabs because they creep Joshy out.

Lessee.... I think that's everything of interest.
Woot.

5 seconds!

So I get my first pap smear Monday. Joy.
Apparently, if you have insurance that the health department doesn't take, they refuse to give you an appointment, even if you can pay it all (and have once before, when you didn't have insurance).  So I have to go to a regular doctor (thankfully Janice is still at the office in W'bury, so I don't have to go to a complete stranger.) and be out a couple of hundred dollars because Kroger insurance blows (as opposed to the $50 or so I would have been out at the health department.).'

On a less prodding note...
I finished Evil for Evil yesterday (finally)... I like the story, but  I dislike the writer's style (I forget his name, and I'm too lazy to go get the book to find out).  I'ma finish out the trilogy, and then I get to read the last book in The Looking Glass Wars trilogy.  And then... I dunno.

I have the back of my jacket, and about half of the right front done.  Just the left front, two sleeves, half of the right front, and lengthening to go, then it'll be done.

Tuesday, if I'm off (and most likely if I'm not), Joshy and I are gonna go see Saw VI.  Woot for blood and gore.

Tomorrow, I'm stuck shopping with my mother and Aunt Barbara. At least I get $40 from Joshy to spend at Hancock.

Life, in general, is grand.

The noises Joshy makes while cleaning out his ash pot (most people have an ashtray, but since he smokes outside, it's an ash pot.) are really close to the sound of someone getting murdered.  T'is funny.  Though, I can sympathize, given that I just cleaned out my frog tank cleaned, and it was really over due.  The smell was horrible. ^^;

The term "peon" sounds just like "pee on," which is fitting, seeing as a peon is someone that you can pee on and no one would care (except for the peon). 

That last sentece is really funny if you say it out loud (especially if you've been up for twelve hours.).

Josh is going to get his nipple bit, hard, if he doesn't stop sticking his tongue out at me every time I look away.

Umm... That's about it.

I think I'm going to get a bigger fish tank, leave my frogs in the small one, and then buy tetras and more plants and bigger fishtank sculpture thingies.

I now have four African Dwarf Frogs...  There's Ba'al, and Ba'al, and Ba'al, and Apophis, and I also have a Beta named Anubis.
Way, way too much SG1 for me.

Our store manager seems to have the goal of running off all of the good employees before he retires, leaving whoever his successor is with all the crappy ones.  He'll be gone in February, though, so I just have to hold out that long.

Umm...
Josh and I are still doing fantastic, as a couple... He's been sick lately, but so has pretty well everyone else.  Stupid cold weather.

We have Little Big Planet, now.  I don't know what to think, other than it's cute.

I have new cotton yarn, new sewing machine needles, and a discount card to Hancock Fabrics. Go me.

That's about my life right now.

I now have two African Dwarf frogs.  Their names are Ba'al and Apophis. Because someone has watched a tiny bit too much Stargate for her own good.
I plan on buying a Beta and naming him Anubis.

Lu---I have a copy of AFI: Crash Love Deluxe Edition burned for you.  When we get around to walking to the post office on lunch, it and your present will be on its way. :3

Umm.... Work's mellowed out.  It may be because I no longer care.  I 'unno.

My cats have decided that they don't know what a litter box is.  They are now Josh's cats.

Josh is fantasmic.

That's about it.

Firstly, Wicked was fucking amazing... You were right, Jess, Defying Gravity was by far the best scene, unless you want to count the curtain rising and the dragon lighting up and coming to life at the beginning; that was pretty bad ass.

Homecoming is fun to watch, at least.  Josh stole it from me, and I haven't gotten a chance to play it myself.  He's in the prison; I'm still in the hotel.  On the bright side----he just got out of the prison and is in a church----I'll get to watch him play so I know what to do when he's done. 

Managed to piss my boss off twice this week.... Played hookey Wednesday night, and then this morning I apparently was being subordinant.  At 8:27, when I was cleaning up to go home, she looked at me and told me to start in on the desert rack.
"Actually, it's almost 8:30. I'm getting ready to go home."
"That clock's fast, and you have 'til 8:37 to clock out without being late."
"And I clock in at 11:57," replies I.
"That's your choice."
"Given that my schedual says 12 to 8:30, staying after is likewise my choice."  And then I took my knife and went to the back to wash.  That chore accomplished, I returned to clean the prep table.
While scrubbing Deb;s mess from the table, my glorious boss takes the rack in question and shoves it 'til it's thisfaraway from me.  I look at her and tell her that she'd better be glad she didn't hit me at it.  She takes up a post at the donut-case entrance to the bakery ( because there's not two other ways out of the deli-bakery, not at all), arms crossed, and says "You've done everything but what I've asked you. That's insubordination."
"I've been doing the stuff that needs to be done before I leave.  MAYBE I'd be more inclined to stay 'til 8:37 if you didn't bitch every time I stayed over to help you."
"Well that's staying over, not staying until you're actually over."
"According to my schedual, anything after 8:30 is over, and you've began your bitching BEFORE 8:30 before."
Silence from her.
I take my bowl of sanitizer to the sink and empty it out.  While I'm gathering my trash to leave, she makes a final jab:
"I don't see why you can't get everything done when both of your are working down here."
"It coudln't have anything to do with Deb taking an hour lunch, could it?" (our lunches are only supposed to be thirty minutes.) 
And then I left.

She works my shift tonight. I can't wait. XD
I also can't wait to see what my days off are gonna look like next week.
I hope she pulls me up to the office in the morning.

Josh and I are still doing great... Money's still a little tight, but after next week we should be good.

It's been over a week since Josh and I got our own place.  I need to rearrange my closets (I just threw the stuff that I didn't originally need in the closest available closet... There's absolutely no order to them.) and my kitchen (I just dislike where I have everything), and then we'll be done with the unpacking.  Over a week, and I'm still not irritated in the least with him.  It still feels completely natural to be living with him.
I love it.
I have a kitten in my lap (well... half on my lap, since my laptop's occupying most of my lap space.) , my 1-year-old upstairs in bed with my wonderfully amazing stockboy, and we both have well paying jobs.
Life's perfect.

I have Silent Hill: Homecoming upstairs, waiting for night to fall so I can play it as it was meant to be played:  In pitch dark for the creepiness to be fully appriciated.   Rock Band 2 sits upstairs waiting for Joshy to be enough asleep that my playing won't wake him up.

The only thing that blows is the fact that my washing machine is broken.  A mechanic's supposed to come out tomorrow morning to fix it.

Everything's good to go.  I should have time to start checking this thing again (if anything happened that I NEED to know about, message me.  I'm too lazy to go back and read all of the entries that I've missed.), as well as take up pen and crochet hook again, now.

Should any of you wish to reach me on the PSN, my username's Penguinnoodles .

I've been living with Josh for 3 days, now, and I must say... It's amazering.
Typically, three days constant contact (we even work together, so work's not even a reprieve. ) with someone is more than enough to make me want to slit their throats, but with Josh it feels all normal and right and isn't in the least irritating.  Of course, as he said, it's only been three days.  I still have time to beat Dust to the throat slitting (she's already put a nasty scratch on his side.  Good kitty.) .
I still have a few things to pick up at Northfield (food in the fridge, chair, easel, painting, cleaning supplies) and I still have to finish cleaning (kitchen and vacuuming I think is all I have left. And taking out one more bag of trash). I was going to do everything but the vacuuming today, after I dropped Josh off at work, and then stop by to vacuum after I pick him up, but I decided against it.  Not only was he two hours late to work (his alarm didn't go off, and I didn't think to set mine as a backup.), but we've still got a shit ton to do here.  Since I'm by myself for another... four hours, I figured I'd knock the rest of my stuff out, as well as what I can of his stuff.

Putting a guy's underwear in a dresser feels weird... Really, really weird.  At least some of his boxers are amusing.

Actually... I have several... In four more days, I'll be living with the most amazing guy I've ever met (we signed the lease today and spent over $700 on a new washer and dryer set.). In 15 days and.... 6 hours and 15 minutes, I'll be watching Wicked at TPAC.  March 5th of next year, I'll be sitting in the theaters watching The Mad Hatter and the Cheshire Cat.... And the Caterpillar.  I finally got to see the trailer for Alice, and it makes me incredibly happy.
As does the autobiography of Death that I'm reading... Which, Lu, you need to read as well.  When my computer gets around to letting me finish your gift, I'll send Death: A Life with it for you to borrow.

I had another reason for posting, but I forget what it was...
Jess--I'll have a PS3 in four days.  I dunno how long it'll be before Josh and I get a bluetooth for it, but we will.  I must needs your username thingie so we can play RE together... And I've told him how awesome you are at MK, so he wants to challenge you.

That's... All I can think of at the moment... Back to vacuuming my furniture.

So... Josh and I had our first kid, together, yesterday.  She's a gorgeous, 3 month old, long haired calico named Precious.  She was also unplanned.  We ventured into Petsmart to price litterboxes.  While I was doing that, Josh went over to play with the cats.  Boxes priced, I picked up some catfood and wandered over to get him.   He was in the process of having his hand chewed off through the cage door when I found him.  We both fell for the cute don't-leave-me-here look she gave us, picked Dust up two new toys as a bribe, forked over some cash, and proceeded to piss Josh's step daughter.

Precious seems to have adjusted pretty well... She's playing, and sort of comes when I call her (she gets scared when she's about a foot away and darts in the opposite direction.)... Dust... Can't make up her mind if she wants to play with her new sister or eat her eyes.

Precious hasn't made any noise since she's been here.  Dust, on the other hand, has bitched about it several times.  To my knowledge, they haven't fought.  My hands have been mauled by both of them.

Josh and I got accepted into Ashwood Cove!  Two bedroom townhouse at $775 a month;  we'll both be saving $100 a month.  Our move in date's scheduled for August 21st... I already have everything I can packed and stacked up in my dining room.

We went up to Mom's on Monday, so Daddy could talk to Josh.  He was really cool about it, and even pulled me aside to tell me that he approved of the stockboy.  He also told us that if we got married before a year, he'd skin us alive.  ^^

In the meantime, I have Stargate.  It's fantastic.

So.  Josh and I are moving in together.  I'm hoping that we get accepted by Ashwood Cove, since that's the most gorgeous of the places we looked at.  If they accept, we'll be moving in the middle of August.  If not, we'll be going to the Summit (most likely) and I have to be out of here by the end of September.
When I asked him what his uncle's advice on us moving in was, he said he was instructed to call his grandmother, who told him to let the past go (he's had some really shitty experiences with chicks) and follow his heart.  So I asked him what his heart said, to which he replied "It says yes, because I think you're The One... However, I have my inner retard going 'You're just gonna get boned again, idiot!'" (Christopher Titus reference. Josh can mimic the retard-voice perfectly. <3 ) Then he started listing off all the things that happened with his last not-relationship.  I pointed out that I wasn't her, and he agreed and then said he was going to take his grandmother's advice and move in.
Wee, moving up to the suicide phase of the relationship...  I hope this makes the relationship instead of breaking it.

Tomorrow, we're going with Uncle Mike to pick up EJ at his Uncle John's house. While there, I'll get to meet his mother, sister, and stepdad.   And pretend that I like sphegetti. The people meeting I'm looking forward to.  The food, I'm not.

My boss is now on vacation.  9 days of me not having to see her.  Woot.

So, when I moved here, I had this wonderful little budget thing planned out, that way I could afford to live by myself and still have enough extra to save up for all of those really big, expensive trips I want to take (London, Paris, New York....  Getting to jump off really, really tall things with the hopes that the bungee doesn't snap, the parachute doesn't decide not to to deploy, etc., going down an angry-looking river with a raft and hoping it doesn't tip, and going on as many potentially deadly rides as I can before I get on the one that malfunctions....) .  Sometime during the past... 3 months, I think, that budget has vanished.  Today, not only did I deposite two checks (never made it to the bank last week.) , but I had to get my cash store out and deposite that $300, as well.  Bringing my bank balance up to... $1,127 and some change.  I have a $109 balance on my Victoria's Secret Angel card that needs to be paid, as well as a $300+ balance on my US Bank credit card, and a $79 electric bill to pay.  My rent's also growing closer, as is the end of this lease.  With the end of this lease will also come the multiple deposites required to obtain a new, boyfriend friendly, place.
I think my first 4 months in the new place are going to be on my own (he's THINKING about moving in when I move, but we were talking about it yesterday, and he said that he's had the 1 year thing set since he can remember...  He also said he was going to run the idea by his uncle and see what he says.).  Which means paying conciderably more on rent than I am now.  Which means... New budget, damnit.

Tuesday, Josh and I are going apartment hunting.  I think my absolute limit is going to be $700/month, though I'd rather not go past $600/month. I make nearly $370 a week, so the $700 will still be less than two week's pay (not much, but a little.) and that I can tolerate.  
For now until I have a roommate, I'm not going to spend more than $70 a week, excluding bills.  That'll give me $300 a week to build my bank account back up to a solid 4-digits. *Nods*

I'm staying away from TPAC's website and Amazon.  That way I won't be tempted.

Bought Coraline today.  Was pretty good, I think.  I was putting Josh's Six Flags pictures in their frames and cooking while watching it, so it didn't receive my undivided attention. 
I also bought a new DVD player, because my computer's started skipping horribly.  Now I can watch movies and piss around on the internet at the same time, again. Yay.

Six Flags pictures (some of them), because Josh's sister wanted to see them, can be found here .

They're the size my camera makes them, since I don't have anything to resize them with, yet.  I'm HOPING that I have Adobe on my mom's computer, that way I can get my illegalness again (Douchey McDouche has my disc with the hack on it.).

I'ma go watch Stargate, now.

Sunday, EJ, Josh, and I ventured to Louisville, Kentucky to see Jeff Dunham's Spark Of Insanity, live (an event I paid $127.50 for us to go see.).  Upon arriving at the parking area for Freedom Hall, I glance over and see roller coasters.  After paying for our parking, we drive into the ginormous parking lot and I see a sign proclaiming that Six Flags was amung one of the things that the parking area served for.  My words upon this discovery were "Really? So close... Damn." The boys ask what I'm talking about, so I tell them how close to Six Flags we are.  While I'm petting the roller coasters through my window, Josh asks if I'd ever been. I say no.
We decide that, since we're two hours early, and the park supposedly closes at 10, we'd go ride a ride, go see the show, and them come back.  So we buy our tickets.  While standing in the hour-and-a-half line, someone behind us mentions that the park closes at eight, because it's Sunday.  Thus ensues the debate of whether we REALLY want to go see something that's just as good on DVD, or if we want to see if Sunday would be the day that we got to die on an amusement park ride.  Death won out, after I assured them that I paid for the tirckets so long ago that it was like the money didn't even exist in the first place, to me.  "Tell us what it's like to be rich, "they demand.  So I come up with some bullshit story about having a castle over in England and how I only live in the Boro for shits and giggles.
After our first ride, we decide that if we don't want to spend our remaining four hours in line, we should obtain Flash Passes, which were $10 a piece.  So we did.
T'was incredibly fun.   I got my picture taken with Bugs Bunny, Porky and Petunia Pigs, and some random park worker that was telling EJ how he wanted to be one of the dudes in costumes so he could have chicks running up to him to get their pictures taken while Josh and I were getting the Flash Passes.  I gave EJ my camera and took a picture with the park dude, thus making his day.
We also paid to get taken really, really high up in the air, suspended by a wire hooked to harnesses, and then dropped with the hope that the wire doesn't break (Sky Coaster, I believe it was called.) .  Was fun as fuck.  EJ screamed like a little bitch and cut the circulation off in my arm because he was clinging so tight, I screamed and then went off into a fit of laughter that lasted until they brought us down (after EJ stopped screaming, he promptly started telling Josh that he was going to kill him as soon as he saw ground.  "Looks like he doesn't have anything to worry about then, doesn't it?" says I through a brief pause of laughter, "Shut up.  I'M GONNA KILL YOU JOSH!" replies EJ.), and Josh gave a brief scream and was silent except for asking me if I was alright.  It was really, really, really, REALLY fun. REALLY fun.  I wanted to go again, but we already had the last ride for the day (which meant that we got to dangle longer than the other people.), so we couldn't.  However, next year Josh agreed to take his vacation with me so we can go to Pigeon Forge and go bungee jumping.

The only part that blew was that I went dressed to go sit and listen to a comedian.  Nice bouse, nicest pair of jeans I owned (really glad I was too lazy to shave, and so didn't go with one of my skirts.), makeup.... And heels.  Heels.  At an amusement park. Hah. Haha. Hahaa.
All of my blisters were totally worth it.

To top off an already amazing day, our hotel room turned out to be incredibly awesome.  All it needed was a kitchen, then it would have counted as an apartment (the fact that it was the first room that we came to on the bottom floor added to its awesome, as well).  We shower, order pizza, watch Family Guy, South Park, and then some other show that I'm not sure what it was.  When EJ fell asleep, Josh and I crept to the living room-thing and closed the door to make out and be bad kids without disturbing EJ.  In the middle of making out, Josh pulled back, stared at me for a moment, then told me that there was something important that he needed to tell me.  My first thought, being the pessimist that I am, was "Oh, God, he's going to dump me."  So I was caught totally off gaurd by the "I love you," that followed.  Which, I knew he did.  It's been all over everything he does with me for a while (not to mention that look that crosses his face when he's looking at me and thinks that I can't see him).  Hearing him say it for the first time, though,  gave me this really... warm, happy, fly-y feeling that surpasses any other happy-based thing that I've felt before (including Cirque, which sort of surprises me.).  The boy actually looked terrified until I told him that I loved him, too, then this look of relief, followed by happiness, washed it away.
Perfect.  Day.

Of course, when we finished cuddling and talking about cheesy, mushy stuff, and ventured back into the bedroom to finally get some much needed sleep, EJ was standing on the other side of the door.  He finished rubbing his eyes, blinked at Josh, blinked at me, took a step back to blink at our empty bed, blinked at each of us again, broke into a huge grin, proclaimed "all right!" , patted Josh on his shoulder, winked at me, then bounded out to have his my-brother-just-had-sex cancer.  When he returned, Josh apologized for his screaming having woke EJ up.
We did not have sex, actually.  There was just a lot of making out and really, really close cuddling.  Teh smex did not happen.  We're not telling EJ this, not that he'd believe us if we did.

I don't think I could be much happier than I am, now.

Went shopping today.  I actually managed to find stuff that I liked---on sale, in my price range.  I obtained three new shirts, a new pair of dress pants, a stash of new bras, and some new work shoes that claim to be non-skid and oil resistant, but that slip on my kitchen floor (at least they're comfy, and I always have the little cover things they gave us for our shoes.) .  I gave though to buying a fish, then realized that I'd forget about it and it'd starve to death (I think the only reason that doesn't happen to my cat is she's loud.).
After the mall, I went to Hastings to obtain a copy of The Shawshank Redemption for me and Josh to watch tomorrow.  Every time I go into Hastings, no matter what it's for, my feet carry me to the book section, first thing.  Normally, I refrain from buying anything, but today I picked up Cornelia Funke's Inkheart because I want to watch the movie, but since it's a book I have to read it first.  Besides, it'll be a nice change after K.J. Parker's Devices and Desires (good, but the engineering talk's a tad over my head.) .
After Hastings, I stopped by the Lascassas Kroger (I refuse to shop at the Memorial one. I know what goes on with the stock crew there.  Even though I'm pretty sure the same shit happens at Lascassas, I don't have proof, so I'm blissfully unaware....  If you ever live in M'boro... Don't buy dairy from the Memorial store.  Just.... Don't.) to pick up stuff to fix for Josh and myself tomorrow morning.  I obtained a small roast (hopefully it'll turn out alright... I've never cooked one.) , some potatoes, and the stuff to make a Key Lime pie...  I suppose I should get started on the pie, since that takes 4 hours of sitting in the fridge, at least, before you can put the merangue on it and bake it.

I'm just waiting on my laundry to finish drying, then I'm going to go to bed.
I need to vacuum, but that requires energy that I need to conserve for the trip to the laundry building and back.  Woo.

Hi.  We're Farm Bureau Insurance.  We have the money to give you all sorts of discounts for hotels, glasses, perscriptions, Verizon, car rentals, and other shit.  However, we do NOT have the money to give you an actual, plastic membership card.  Have this really thick piece of printer paper.  Hope you don't fuck it up when you're tearing it out of the big sheet of printer paper.  Fortunately, we gave you two.  That way you're allowed to fuck up one of them.  It's a good thing you didn't fuck the second one up while you were putting tape over it to keep your wallet from fucking it up.  Enjoy your discounts and having your tri-monthly payments jacked way the hell up simply because you're 20 as opposed to 80. Even though 80-year-olds can't drive worth a shit, because they're old and feeble and forget they're behind the wheel and kill people, just watch South Park, and should therefore have thier insurance jacked up just like a 20 year old's.

Yeah...  My first one's repairable, though.  I'm gonna tape it up and stash it somewhere.  Like, with my SS card.  Presuming I can remember where I put that bitch.

Did not go out with my mom, for which I'm grateful.  I didn't feel like getting out and picking up groceries like I HAD to do.  But, s'cool 'cause I have Moose Track ice cream, and managed to dig a massive chunk of fudge and reeses out of it (leaving me about half of the pint box left. Was a HUGE bit of cholate goodness).  I also have white cheddar Cheez-Its, buttery garlic Club crackers, and then stuff that actually counts as food.  Like TV dinners.  And bread.  And sliced chicken to go on the bread.  And bologna.  And some questionable PB&J that've lived in my cabinet since I moved here.  Actually... Not counting the ice cream (something I rarely buy, since I forget it's there and it gets all crystal-y and bad.) , the least healthy thing I bought was my crackers.... Unless bologna counts, since it's just the trash swept up off the floor of a meat factory.  Burn it a little bit in a skillet, and it's nummy trash swept up off the floor.

In music news... MCR's coming out with an album later this year/early next year.  It makes me happy.
Blaqk Audio also makes me happy.  I stumbled on it a few minutes ago (woo, Amazon recommendations.).  It just finished downloading.  T'was a good $8 spent on something I didn't need, though I'm fairly sure that if I didn't know it was Davey and Jade I wouldn't have known it was them, at first at least.  It would have clicked eventually, I think.  Or Josh would have been like "Hey, is that Davey?" and then I would have been like "....THAT'S why it sounds familiar."
It makes excellent cleaning music.  My livingroom is starting to look like a livingroom as opposed to a dump, and I barely remember cleaning.
Yeah~

I still have cleaning to do.
I dun wanna.
I also need to get motivated to going out to my car and fetching a blank disc (stole one from Josh, but it hasn't made it out of my cd case, yet.) so I can burn Cexcells before my computer decides to fuck me over.

Yar.

So. Yesterday, I was trying to remember the name of a movie.  The only thing I had to ask other people (Tammy, Lucas, Josh) if they knew was "This body falls out of a ceiling and a big guy starts screaming like a little chic." Everyone thought I was on crack.  At work, I asked Deb, and before I got my full description out ("This body falls out of a ceiling and a big guy starts---") she was like "I know what you're talking about! But I don't remember the name!"  We talked about it a little bit more, with her adding to the description... And then I remembered the name: Accepted. So, today, when Hastings opened, I drove there and obtained my copy.  Turns out, it was pretty good.  Not the best, but well worth the $7.35 I paid for it.

At lunch this morning (Breakfast to you day people.) , I called Joshy.  I get to go with him, EJ, and Uncle Mike to Omni Hut this Saturday.  Shall be fun. I think.
Conversation rolled around to video games, and then he started telling me stories about his drunken-stoner-gamer days, some of which were hilarious, most of which just made me roll my eyes and call him an idiot.  One of his roommates, who didn't have a job, practiced the multiplayer games while Josh was at work, and beat him pretty much every time they played.  Josh paused for a moment, then "It's going to be like us.  I'll come home from work, we'll sit down to play Mario Kart or Mortal Kombat, and you'll kick my ass.  Then you'll be like 'You used to be so much better than me at this. What happened?' and I'll point out that you're home alone all day, and can practice.  Then you'll say 'I don't know what you're talking about. I got a lot of writing and old-woman stuff done today. You know, between kicking your ass sessions.'"
So he has no problem with me being a housewife/full time writer/stay at home mom (he told me once that I wasn't allowed to work when we have kids.), which is really amazing.  Douchy McDouche said that I could try the fulltime writer thing for six months, and if I wasn't Stephen King famous, I'd have to get a job or be out.
Don't get me wrong.  I want a job.  Just... Part time waitressing type thing.  Something that'll give me enough money to buy the shit that I want, but don't need, and still be able to help out with the necessary stuff, so it won't be all on him.
...There's a high possibility that I could be married before I'm 25... The thought scares me a tiny bit.

Tomorrow, I go shopping with my mother.  Which, wouldn't be SO bad, except for she's inviting Aunt Barbara along, who I hate.
Blargh.

Went to Momma's yesterday... Learned that, apparently, she thinks that I hate her (I don't.  I'm just miffed at the way she talks about Josh.).  According to Daddy, the entire time I was growing up she was so excited that she had a baby girl, and when I grew up she'd have someone to go shopping with and do chick things.  Daddy, being the all-knowing, all-powerful guy that he is, knew all along that it was a pipe dream, knew that when I got old enough I'd move out, find a guy, and be happy with MY life, AWAY from my family... Needless to say, he was correct, because Daddy is all-knowing.
He wrenched a promise to take my mother shopping/out to dinner/to a movie at least once every other month.  Because Daddy is all-powerful that way.
Le sigh.
He also gave me one of "the talks".  About how, since I'm planning on moving in with my boyfriend (soon, hopefully.  He wants one of the more expensive apartments, that neither of us can afford on our own.  I'm fairly sure that he's going to move in with me as soon as I do, that way we can afford the nice one.), I should know that Daddy's just one phone call away if he tries to hurt me...  He also wrenched another promise out of me that I'd drag Josh's ass up to the house, so Daddy can have the same conversation (modified, I'm sure.  I don't think the image of loving, caring father would work on the guy's half of the conversation.  Psycho, large, protective, not-afraid-of-jail father would do much, much better.) with him before we live together.
Damned all-powerful-ness.
Grandparents were there, too.  I got to have some of Granny's carrot cake, and brought some of Papa's chili home for Josh (only I didn't say that.  I said it was for me, to keep from hurting his feelings... I dislike chili.  Hurrah for having a guy that likes it.)... Grandparents were the only reason that I stayed for supper.  I'd PLANNED on cleaning yesterday, but that didn't happen.  I've been up since 3:30ish doing that task... And have only finished my kitchen and dining room.... Also sorted and untangled my yarn basket.  Pissed around on youtube... Reorganized my DVD/cookbook shelf.
Better Than Ezra's a pretty good band.  I'ma have to find some of their albums.

I got my Wicked tickets, yesterday, as well.  They make me happy with their ticket-ness.
Kidnapped Mom's sewing machine (entire reason I went up there).  I need to buy thread. What she has is ancient, and I'm pretty sure would break if I tried to use it.
Grandmother said there's a yarn store where she lives.  She's going to get me a horde. <3

I suppose I'll get back to cleaning.  Or at least picking up.  I need a maid.

In 17 more days, I'll be driving to Louisville with Joshy and EJ to see Jeff Dunham.  We'll be getting a hotel there, that way I don't have to make the return trip on no sleep.  I'm really looking forward to it.  This will be my first time going out of state, without my parents, and being able to do whatever I want.
After that, the next big thing (and last for the year.) will be Wicked on September 2nd.
Around the time I get to see Wicked, I'll be moving.  I'm fairly sure I'll be moving in with Joshy, given the way he's been talking.  BUT! I'm not sure, yet.

Next year, rather than go see stuff on stage (short of Phantom of the Opera being close, and Cirque deciding to grace Tennessee again.), I'm going to talk Joshy into taking his vacation with me, and we're going on a road trip.... Possibly to Ohio to see his mother and sister, and beyond that I dunno.  Maybe New York.  We'll have to see.

This year...  I don't think I'm going to follow through with that whole "get published" resolution I had...  I've slipped into one of those moods where I just stare at the paper, go "I can't waste my time on this.  It's useless." and then stare at the paper some more because I don't want to do something "useful," like cleaning my apartment (which'll happen tomorrow. Really.  <.<  >.> ).
So I've started crocheting, since a halter top is a lot more useful than a notebook full of words.  As is a jacket, sweater, pot holders, blanket, purse, skirt.... 
I'ma make a purse, after I finish my halter top, and then start in on the jacket.  Because it's going to be big (the pattern has it as a 3/4 length sleeve, but I'm going to make them where they come down over my hands and maybe flare out a tiny bit.  I think I may try to lengthen the rest of it, too, and have a trenchcoat-y thing.), and if I start now I should have it done before it gets cold.

For now, I'm going to go finish laundry.  Ciao.