Congrats Cinnamon Imp.
Die, winter, DIE!!!
Three to six inches of snow predicted for tomorrow. Merry fucking spring to you, too.
If I could find Old Man Winter, I’d roast him over an open pit. They’re saying 3-8 out here.
I’ll hold the groundhog down. You can beat him up.
Eh, she’s working part-time while in school. I spoke to Tony earlier this week, and we are going to sit down to speak to LTG this weekend, making it clear that we share a set of expectations for our home. I made it very, very clear to Tony that some changes have to happen, for the sake of my mental health and our family’s happiness. (Because we all know - If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!) Either things will change, or LTG will get offended and leave. I’m okay with either option, really. I would prefer if the daughter stayed here, rather than being dragged from pillar to post by her mom*; but that’s not my choice to make.
I’m not going to make myself a target of anyone’s jealousy by describing our weather right now… 
Lacunae Matata, you’ve got an orphaned asterisk there; was there something else on your mind?
Eh, I started to post a bit about Mom - either there’s some organic brain damage from her previous round of cancer treatment (my suspicion,) or she’s just plain bonkers (paranoid, weird.) But that’s a whole 'nother can of worms, and really, outside of my general concern. But it does raise some extra concerns for the Kid involved.
They’ve knocked the total back to 3-6". Lavender Blue, I don’t have to do anything but sit on the fur ball. He’ll never predict anything again.
So, so very much TMI here, but also an Important Public Service Announcement for the female sorts around here:
After putting Vicks Vapo-Rub on croupy toddler, be sure to wash one’s hands before changing tampon. Really.
You’re welcome.
Why, there’s hardly any information there at all! I had to work out your meaning with inductive reasoning alone.
To be fair, though, there was SUFFICIENT information for that.
Also, OUCH.
Yay! Pregnancy is so wonderful while also being horrible. If you want some tips for “morning” sickness, let me know. I had it the majority of my pregnancy so I developed some coping strategies.
Rant - My depression is officially back. I thought I was good and I was for a while but I’m not anymore. I wish I felt like I have my life together but it feels like everything is falling apart and living paycheck to paycheck isn’t helping.
FUCK DEATH.
I’m done. We’re not even all the way through March, and I’ve had enough.
First Dad.
(Then Leonard Nimoy.)
Then Husband’s Best Friend’s Mom.
Then I heard about an old friend’s (who I haven’t seen for a while) Mom.
Then today - a long time SCA friend and mentor, and household member, unexpectedly. She just posted on Facebook on Monday.
This is not to mention the several others I’ve heard about of friends-of-friend’s parents/siblings/loved ones, plus several other celebrities.
I am so over it. I know it’s it’s inevitable and all that, but FUCK DEATH. I’ve had more than my share for one whole year, and it’s only March.
I’m done.
OWOWOW!!!
When am I going to learn to stop bragging about things getting better? I am such an idiot and I know better. Got home tonight, pulled out the food bowls and Lucky didn’t come running. Told Buttercup to find Lucky and she went to the trash can. Yup, there he was. Critter dinner was delayed while Lucky got a bath.
Buttercup does seem to be a very useful cat tender :).
The relocation from hell is ongoing.
Two months ago, I got notice of the rent increase for my now-former apartment. It was going up a lot, and I wasn’t going to pay what they were asking. So I stayed a little past the end of the lease, but then they found someone who wanted to rent the unit, sooo…
I didn’t think it would be difficult to find an apartment in my price range with my few requirements (it wasn’t when I last apartment-hunted!), but apparently when I wasn’t looking a big price jump happened in the area and the housing market got tighter. Dammit.
I complained about this on Facebook. After reading this, a friend called me and said that she and her husband had a condo that they rented out. Their kid lived in it when he was in college, but he graduated last year and moved out of state. I went out and looked at it and it’s cute! BUT, with their schedules, they can’t get it cleaned out until May 1.
I’m currently in an extended stay hotel, and it’s okay but expensive. So I 'm looking into furnished “corporate housing” (about half the cost of where I am now), or seeing if I can work something out with my friend where I’d move a few of my things in (bed, clothes) and help them pack (I’m really good at packing; I was a military brat).
Sigh. This was not the best-planned move I’ve ever done. So I’m pitting myself. 
I took Baxter to the vet for his Poo of Doom. Poor guy – turns out he’s lost a pound since November. He had blood drawn and a urine sample taken. The vet said he was very brave and didn’t bite or scratch of anything. (He’s really a sweet cat.) The vet sent me home with some special food that’s apparently made with pure gold and diamonds (to judge from the price).
Seems the likely causes of Poo of Doom and weight loss are irritable bowel, thyroid problems, diabetes, or cancer. I’m hoping for IBS or thyroid problems – they’re easiest to treat and least likely to be immediately fatal.
Luckily, Baxter really likes the prescription wet food the vet sent us home with. He ate it and looked around for more!
Haha, wait until it’s coming out the Doom end before you give it thumbs up! Here’s hoping he’s got something not so bad, or even nothing and the food helps.
Your stuff is already in storage, right? Seems if you offer your friends the chance for free help, and the place is already unoccupied, they would jump at the chance to let you move in. Pack up, move everything to one room so you can start getting some of your stuff in there, and since they’re already not collecting rent, let you have the place until May 1 to start paying. Gives them a chance to get everything out before then and you’re only out your storage fee and packing effort.
I think it is helping the poops. He didn’t do his usual 11 PM-oh-you’re-going-to-bed-now? stink-bomb…so maybe it’s slowing down, um, intestinal transit.
That’s what I was thinking. My things are in storage (except clothes, cats, cat scratching posts, and a few pots/pans. If I used the furniture that’s already there (sofa, dining room table, etc.) while packing, not a big deal.
Besides, you never know unless you ask/offer, right? 
Either way, I will get through it one way or the other. It just has not gone as smoothly as most moves I’ve coordinated. When I moved from FL to Massachusetts, I had what was essentially a project plan with dates and dependencies and contact information, all housed in a 3-ring-binder, FFS!
Why is Chrome suddenly jumping back up the page when I click for the most recent post I haven’t read yet? It’s getting more than a little annoying having to scroll down the page to find where I left off.
Doesn’t happen with Firefox.
Why is some guy having a long phone conversation in the stairwell of the hotel where I’m saying? (Said stairwell is next to my room.) I’m about ready to start commenting on his conversation (which I can hear clearly).
You know where people hang out in hallways and stairwells? Tenements. Not decent hotels, not decent apartment buildings. Tenements. Go to your fucking room and talk, or go to one of the actual gathering places in the hotel. Stop making me listen to your stupid conversation.
Note: I realize I may be a little unreasonable. I woke up with a migraine, and this guy is talking at full volume. These things do not play well together. I figure that ranting here might be better than yelling at the guy.
Congratulations! How will the wean take to big sisterhood?