Just in case anyone has been wondering, the movie "Xanadu" is just as scary when you're miserable and heavily drugged.  I'm still trying to understand why I've laid here in bed for the past two hours watching it. 

Maybe I'm torturing myself on purpose. 

Olivia Newton-John was such a bubblegum pop queen.... so sweet... until the end of the movie where suddenly she's dressed like a kittycat slut?!?  Why didn't I see this before? 

It doesn't matter... it's still better than watching reality tv completely straight.  God I hate that stuff.

We have finally had a couple days with no rain.  Not that I'm against rain.  I love it.  A good storm does the same thing for me that it does for a lot of women.  But sometimes you just miss the sun. 

I've been having days where nothing seems to get done.  And then there are others that are so busy they go by in a blur.  I can't blog the things I want to blog.  I could, but considering they make no sense to me they are going to make even less to anyone else.  These days I go from complaining to swooning.  It's a dramatic mix.  I've always been a dramatic person.  I'm ok with that. 

And update on my new nephew... he's staying with my brother fulltime now.  We're on the verge of the aunt just signing him over without the court date.  She has her hands full with her own children.  She doesn't have a lot of money, and she sees how happy D is with his Dad.  His mother found out, but she really doesn't have a legal standing.  She's more than mad at her sister for finding my brother.  But considering she'd left this poor child at a homeless shelter while she went on a drug spree and that's where his aunt found him... I'm thinking she can stay mad forever.  We'd bankrupt ourselves in court if we had to...  The thought of him going through so much before he even turns ten breaks my heart. 

Update on the kitty... I've decided I hate pets.  They're nothing but hassles.  Sometimes I don't feel like I have the time to care for myself and I just keep getting more responsibility!  But I get attached to them and can't get rid of them.  It's a nasty cycle.  She's adorable.  And the little retarded dog loves her.  The fish and the bird don't care either way. 

Are you seeing what I mean? 

I'm feeling antsy today.  I have to get up and find something to do.

Last night it was dark and rainy.  We've had such lousy weather lately. 

I was tired and was just happy to have someone taking out my trash for me.  When all of a sudden, my nephew comes through my door with something in his hand... something wet, shivering, ditry, and  hungry. 

After checking around we found out a very mean person had apparently dropped off an entire family of kittens across the street at the school yard.  I guess everyone thought they'd all be given away.  Even my sister got one. 

They forgot one.... she must have been lost.  So there she was last night, at my door, looking so helpless. 

And before I knew it, she was clean, dry, warm, fed, and purring happily.  I don't remember doing it.  I swear...

Must have been the elves.

I can't seem to post lately unless I have a good coffee buzz and am suffering from complete exhaustion.  The exhaustion isn't always bad because I've managed to stay on top of things much better lately.  Maybe it's true... maybe creative minds do need to be somwhat tortured in order to produce acceptable work.  Not that I'm much of a talent.  Any form of writing, no matter how lame might be considered a work for the author.  The thing is, I'm just not all that tortured.  Not filled with angst or apprehensions... totally calm, if not completely collected. 

I'm regretting cutting my hair.  It needed to be cut.  My inability to keep food down for days at a time doesn't always do for healthy skin, nails, hair... so, while my hair is much healthier looking now that it's been cut, I've never liked it short.  I think this is as short as it's ever been and it is right at my shoulders.  It'll grow back, right?  If I force enough vitamins down my throat?  What do you do when you want your hair to grow quickly... anything besides praying? 

Anyway... it's a new day... a new week.  Let's enjoy it.

I had nothing to write this morning... haven't had anything in days.  I haven't felt well, and I've been occupied by my future.  Today is no exception.  I've been awake for a while now.  But I was just about to try to go back to sleep when the phone rang.  It was my nephew.

Me:  Hello

A:  I have an emergency. 

Me:  What's wrong?? 

A:  I have a field trip this morning.  I thought we were leaving from here, but we're leaving from the high school.  I have to get to the high school before they leave me! 

Me:  Have you called your Mom? 

A:  Yeah, but she's not at her desk.  I can't get her. 

Me:  Are you sure they haven't already left for the trip? 

A:  Yeah, we called them.  There's a couple of us that came here to school instead of going there.  They're waiting for us to get there. 

Me:  How are the others getting there? 

A:  Their parents. 

Me:  Do we know any of them? 

A:  Yeah, L's mom is coming to get him. 

Me:  Can't you grab a ride with them? 

A:  No, she's not on my sign out list. 

Me:  Dang... I'm not sure I can get you there in time.  I'm not dressed and Belle isn't even awake!  Let me try your Mom. 

A:  Ok.  Bye. 

Me:  Hello.  Is B around her desk anywhere? 

Guy:  Sure.  Just a minute. 

B:  Hello. 

Me:  Did you know you dropped A off at school this morning but he needed to be at the high school for a field trip?

B:  Oh my gosh no!! 

Me:  He needs to get there.  He says they're waiting, but I don't have a clue what's going on or even if they'll let me sign the permission slip! 

B:  Let me call and find out.  Bye. 

Me:  Bye 

*ring*

Me:  Hello. 

B:  Can you bring him to town??  I'm gonna run over to the school and see if I can get them to hold the bus. 

Me: ummmm... ok.  I'll try to hurry.  Bye! 

*I've never dressed so fast, and I'm excluding the conversation with Belle while trying to dress her in her sleep.  It wasn't pretty*

After getting A picked up and rushing into town to the high school, we pull in to see his mother sitting there in the parking lot. 

B:  Hurry, A!  Get in! 

Me:  What's going on?? 

B:  The bus left.  They're picking up kids at the middle school!  They said they'd wait 10 minutes for me to get him there! 

Me:  Get out, A!  Hurry! 

B:  Thank you, sis! 

Me: You're welcome.  Get him there! 

*hysterical sob*

UPDATE: 

Court went well today.  My family gets to meet my nephew this Saturday!  We get to spend time with him every Saturday for the next 60 days... (or more time if it all goes well)... and then back to court for more permanent custody issues.  His aunt, the lady who currently has guardianship, and his grandfather were very nice people according to my brother.  They were very happy to see our family very much wants D to be our part of our lives, and they stated they only want what's best for him and that it might very well be growing up in his father's house.  Sooooo we'll see.  :) 

Bella woke up fifteen times last night. 

My head is pounding, I'm freezing, and i just wanta go back to bed. 

But my hibiscus is pretty today.

Good morning.  We won't discuss the sleep I didn't get last night.  Instead let's just skip straight to the comfy sweater I have on over my pjs, the coffee that's brewing and starting to smell really good, the early morning quiet in the house, the slow lazy haze of fog crawling across the deck, and the fact that I'm a happy person.  (However, not discussing the lack of sleep won't help me stay awake today without massive amounts of the good smelling coffee.) 

So I just subscribed to my first podcast.  What took me so long?  I'll admit, I thought it was weird... a little too techie.  I was wrong.  That, or I'm just getting really nerdy.  I remember a phone conversation with David months and months ago about podcasts.  He was really into them, and thought I should be, too.  He basically said that they were they only thing my ibook was good for... but I've forgiven him for that.  I think I blocked out most of what he said because he kept going on and on about how I should do one. 

The thing is, I never found out if he thought I should do a podcast because he thinks I'm that interesting, or he thinks I ramble on enough to never run out of things to say.  The podcast I subscribed to is nothing that will make me a more informed human being in touch with today's world.  It's a craft podcast. 

(hush, David) 

My body is screaming, "Go back to bed!"  My mind is screaming, "Don't you dare!" 

Bring on the coffee... ugh.