Words from the burbs

Sweatone is out of control today. Dbot is angry and sulking in her room. I'm painting a picture and I have dishes to do.
They can wait till I'm done painting.

Until today, I was vehemently against my daughter having a big wedding. I always considered it kind of suspect, like brideprice. But I've decided, she will have a barbie doll wedding. WITH PINK CAKE!

Okay, so my mother in law is an awesome cook. She made all these cocktail wieners that were delicious. I ate about twelve thousand of them. Then, at 11 p.m., on Christmas eve, I realized all was not well. By six am Xmas morning I was violently ill with both nausea and "the other". I slept all day, because if I stood up, I got dizzy and sick again. I'm covered with a rash. Blech. So all I did xmas day is lay in bed and intermittently come downstairs and get water, throw up and return to my lair.  I wear a glow in the dark skeleton ring on my right pinkie, and I watched it lose its glow about eight times, b/c I was so bored and sick. Meanwhile, downstairs, everyone is having a blast with Christmas. Thank god for my husband taking care of everything while I lay covered in sweat.
Highlights:
My son got a pirate ship from his auntie on xmas eve. After he opened his santa gifts, he asked my husband to put his pirate ship together. My husband, worked on that crazy bitch of molded plastic for an hour. Once completed, my son said "Pirates are boring daddy, you can play with it by yourself." and went back to playing with his slinky, which has been by far his favorite gift.

My dad called, and I was too sick to go get the phone. From what I overheard, the guaranteed shipping by Amazon.com of the egyptian cotton bath towels failed, and no one, including my grandma, got their presents.

I was supposed to go to my pappaws farm, but was way too sick. Thank god I did not do the gift exchange this year. Something always happens, like snow, or food poisoning that keeps me from attending the gift exchange and then everyone is angry b/c they take the fact that I did not show up with their ten dollar gift personally. 


Anyway, Its 3:17, I'm going to go lay back down. I'm happy to be alive!

My in laws are in a massive fight, evidenced by the fact that their car is still in front of my house at 11 a.m.  I'm watching my niece and nephew and Sweatone while everyone gets last minute stuff done. After I get the house cleaned up, I'm going to draw a picture of my niece and make Christmas crackers.

I hope to God that everyone in my life, family, friends and aquantances has a happy holiday. 

He's not dead. He just is not coming for Christmas.

I've gotten my shopping done for christmas in my mind. That is what counts.

Okay, so since thanksgiving, I have not heard from my dad. I admit, we have a very troubled relationship. But I still love him very much.  So, I was not home on thanksgiving. My dad leaves me a voice mail that if I were home, I could have talked to everyone. So I called him back that day. But, I have not heard anything since. Except when I went to my sister's house last week, somehow there is a rumour he is coming for christmas, but he disconnected his phone and our christmas card was from our 25 year old step mom with wierd instructions on how to distribute the check amount.

All other grades are dandy, but I got a C minus in Criminal Procedure II. Actually, I'm not devastated at all considering its the first time in  my life since logic class in undergrad I've sought to understand material and failed completely to get it.  I look on the brightside, considering I did not read the book and kind of studied at the last minute, a C minus is a blessing.  Indeed, now if someone calls me from jail I can tell them that in fact, I have no idea what to do. Its true! Something about an initial appearance.

I went to waverly with my friend Laura and Sweatone. It was so surreal, not the sanitorium, that is just a sad spooky building on a hill. No, I'm talking about Dixie Highway.  First of all, in Kentucky you cannot trust the mapquest.  Things are too wierd here. So my directions from my friend Yevla and my stepdad were "Go on dixie highway, its on your left, you will see it from dixie highway".  I overshot by 10 miles and ended up at the last liquour store before Henry County. It is a totally wierd liqour store painted pink and I went through the "drive through" in my SUV with my kid to show Laura that the drive throughs exist and in fact, nothing flusters the attendants. The whole drive through window is covered with chicken wire on the inside and it is behind a river levee.  I got some smokes and directions to Waverly. Here they were: "go back, when you get to the dairy queen the next right go right. You will see it from Dixie Highway." Then he said "Yall come back now hear". Seriously.  Then we went back up dixie highway, with strip clubs next to churches next to bait stores and next to taxidermists. Everything has animals on it. There is a place to buy concrete statutary.  Finally we got to the dairy queen, but were still lost. We found a sonic, but no one to ask without ordering from the sonic people. Then we found a dude who was vacuuming his minivan and it had a christian sticker on it next to a Number 8 Dale Earnhart sticker. He gave us perfect directions, but then we got lost again. finally, guided by the chick at citgo, we went through the golfcourse up a hill bearing left and found the sanitorium. We took pictures, but did not see any ghosts :)

Later.

Over the weekend, I really did not do much. I decorated my tree, made cookies and cleaned the house.  On sunday, I went to heine brothers b/c the law library was closed and this crazy bitch (crazier than me) kept talking to me about her legal problems. So I covered my head with my hat and scowled and that was fine, she stopped talking to me I think.

I had a con law exam today, I think I did okay.