kittykats1's Blog - page 4

All my Fall decorations have been taken down and taken to the basement. Now the contemplation of bringing out Christmas will begin. I fully decorate my house for certain holidays. Spring/Easter, Halloween, Fall/Thanksgiving and the biggee - Christmas. Each holiday has its set of storage boxes which poor hubby has to fetch and carry. I would do it myself, am very capable, but he gets pissy if I lug the stuff around. I don't think he likes the idea of me teetering around on ladders and climbing up stacks of boxes. I would rather do it myself so I am not stuck with his timeframe, but I guess this is they way it has to be.

Everything but Christmas lives in the basement. Christmas stuff lives in our bedroom closet. The closet is a walk in and has an extremely high shelf and ceiling which allows us to stack rubbermaid boxes 2 to 3 high. There are many many boxes. 5 large boxes of ornaments alone plus all the other garlands, wreaths, fabrics and assorted decorative stuff I have collected over the years. I am not a huge fan of Christmas, but I love the way my house looks when it is decorated for it. We have a Victorian house and it looks so amazing and warm during the holidays. I can't wait to get started but hubby could care less lol. The extent of his involvement is schlepping my boxes about and setting up the tree. We opted for the artificial tree to keep the sap off the cats' fur and keeping them from getting sick from chewing the pine needles. So I predict that at some point this week, boxes will be taken down. Husband will assemble the tree. My GF and I and all the kids will decorate the tree. The men will sit and watch tv. Periodically complaining that we are blocking the tv. There will possibly be whining until they are placated with hot cocoa and cake/cookies. At that point, Christmas will have officially come to my house.

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

There are days when it would probably be best if I didn't go into the Sexual Discussion Forums. My god. It is taking supreme willpower to NOT say whats on my mind on some of the wackier/disturbing threads. Wow. I think I will have to step slowly away from my computer for a while...it's like I have an itchy trigger finger and it's aching to hit 'submit.' I can't take this right now, if I don't log off I will end up saying something horribly rude or insulting and end up getting my wrist slapped...arrrrgh!!!

Puurrs to all,

Recovering from the Thanksgiving festivities. We have part 2 this afternoon; dinner with my parents. My mother is an excellent cook so that is something to look forward too. My official Thanksgiving was a mixture of wonderful things and horrible disaster. I am just trying to focus on the good parts and try and forget the other shit happened...my god...

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

Going to go offline for a couple days so have a very Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans. If you are traveling, please be safe and enjoy yourselves and the time spent with family and friends. For my non-USA friends have a wonderful weekend!!!

Puurrs to all

Anyone wanna stuff my turkey???

*leers*


Puurrs to all,


Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

Feck, I am tired!

I have had a busy day of work, errands and more work. I have been going non-stop till now and it's all hitting me. I worked today and then hit the grocery store, spent time with my parents, ran the carpool and spent part of the day at my GF's house helping her catch up on the laundry. I left our son with them for dinner so I could go home to my house and fix my hubby one of his favorite meals - my fabulous pot roast - he LOVES it, and to give us a little bit of alone time together. We ate dinner, watched tv and ended up fucking on the couch lol! Then we moved into the bedroom and fucked there, too. It is very very rare that we don't have kids around so we took full advantage. We then went over to our SO's house to pick up our kid and we hung out with them for a little bit and watched some hockey and had a bit of a cuddle. We came home, put the child to bed and I cleaned up the dinner mess in the kitchen. Hubby is watching Heroes (ugh) and I am not!!! Gonna futz around in the forums and catch up on the blogs and then head off to bed. I am beat. It sucks to get Olde lol.

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

The week has begun and I have hit the ground running, I feel like a hamster running frantically in one of those little exercise wheels!

Not enough time to write anything worth anything so I will hopefully get some time later tonight.

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

Smile Like You Mean It by The Killers


Save some face, you know you've only got one
Change your ways while you're young
Boy, one day you'll be a man
Oh girl, he'll help you understand
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly

Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

And someone is calling my name
From the back of the restaurant
And someone is playing a game
In the house that I grew up in
And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did

Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it


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Funny how this song mirrors my mood at this very moment....

Puurrs to all

My head just aches today. Too much crying from yesterday jacked my sinuses and triggered Ye Olde Migraine, yet again. This seems to be the chink in my armor - the migraine headache. I can feel it coming; that little twinge. That fleeting pain in my left eye that tells me it's coming. Like a warning shot. As it progresses I get little 'floaters' in my field of vision and it moves from left eye to the right. I have meds for the migraine, but they render me useless. I would love to take them right now but I can't. I have to be able to drive to pick my son up from school. I can't just sleep the pain off. I will just have to take the edge off with several hundred milligrams of Motrin. The stress is taking a toll on me but I can't let the pain roll over me. I haven't got a choice.

I had hoped that some good sex last night would help, and believe me it was fantastic - I got to enjoy both of my guys, hubby and BF and they are both amazing lovers, but it didn't help the migraine much. I just woke up exhausted and wrung out this morning even though I slept like the dead. Un rested and still head-achy. I am just glad the week is over, I couldn't take another day at work today. Now maybe we can relax some.

We are going to our SO's house for dinner tonight and my BF will be cooking us all dinner!!! Amazing!! A man cooking ME dinner?!?! Let me tell you, this never happens. It is always me and my GF in the kitchen. I won't know what to do with myself now.

I am hoping to have an easy weekend. The hubby needs to go to his folk's house tomorrow to help put up their Christmas lights, the BF has a hockey game tomorrow night. Maybe the GF and I can try out some of the new cookie recipes I found. Get the kids to help and do some practice runs for holiday baking. Sunday will be me doing brunch for the 10 of us and then maybe I will get a little nap in later that day or spend some quiet time with a book. Who knows. I just hope whatever we end up doing it will be relaxing. I need to decompress right now...

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: Leonard Cohen "First We Take Manhattan"

Dread. That is what I feel. I am not myself at the moment. You see, last Thanksgiving my uncle died very tragically and unexpectedly. He fell down and fractured his skull on the tile of his very own kitchen floor. I guess all it takes is to hit just the right way and you are a goner. I did not have a Thanksgiving last year. The holiday was spent in tears, in a silent house. I had pushed things out of my mind but the closer the day looms - the worse I feel. If I could I would sleep the day away and wake up the next morning. I am a coward. I don't want to deal with the day and the emotions that are now associated with it. I am weak. I just want it all to go away. I don't want to go to my in-laws and paste a smile on my face and pretend that I am happy. Their cooking is shite anyhow, it always makes me ill. I haven't even the thought of a good meal to cheer me. All I have is the joy of a long, crappy drive to a meal that will give me grief, spent with people who I cannot stand and who like me very little in return. And I must smile prettily and pretend I am thrilled to be a part of it the whole fucking time. And here I am, in my pantry, holding a frigging can of Ocean Spray Cranberry Jelly and weeping and unable to stop.

I just want to crawl into bed, wrap my self in blankets and check out. I don't want to eat underdone turkey and disgusting stuffing with a bunch of people who will be doing nothing but making bad comments about me. If I wouldn't make my husband angry I would refuse to go...why does doing the 'right thing' seem so painful and crappy sometimes?