I have had my teeth looked at and x-rayed and cleaned - see my sparkley smile!! 
I’ve also cleaned the carpet around the aquarium - it was pretty gross. Now it’s drying.
I think I’ll knit a while.
Speaking of toads (ok, I know they are not frogs, but they are cousins, yes?) So last night Mr. Jynxsters went out to the garage to get some kitteh litter and heard some rustlin’ in the box o’ random christmas crap He said he almost jumped. He approached it with caution. Peered in. One of our resident garage toads was eyeballing him amid red tissue paper and sparkly ribbons. He set him free to haunt the corner where he normally stays. I am not looking forward to going through anything else ever again in the garage. I am seriously scared of finding a dessicated toad somewhere among my old yearbooks or my husbands old paint ball gear. shudder
Wait until it is a snake.
That is when I got rid of everything cardboard and went to plastic with tight fitting lids.
The errant landscaper has been located. Apparently the boss was on vacation and their crews didn’t know we were supposed to be a regular customer.
The disability insurance people have finally gotten things sorted out so my return to work date is reflecting the correct date and I’m getting paid again. I’d do a happy dance, but the muscles in my upper back are so tweaked right now that something as simple as a hiccup makes me see yellow stars, blue diamonds and green clover.
Sometimes I wish my son wanted some tattoos and piercings,
just so the other people in this house would have something more to bitch about than the length of his hair.
Wha…??? But… but… you’re Duck Dynasty fans!!! 
I am
I don’t know if they are or not.
Probably not.
He can grow his hair and beard down to his toes for all I care.
He can shave his head for all I care.
Its his head, his face and his hair.
But once again I got yelled at and told I am a bad lazy mother because I don’t MAKE my 18 year old son get a haircut. When I say he is 18 and can do what he wants then I get told that that is a cop out and I’m just lazy.
Well no, maybe it’s just that I think if the length of his hair is the worst thing I have to worry about then I’m a pretty lucky mom with a damn good son. Maybe I don’t worry about how he looks because I’m not worried about how his looks affect my image.
My mother always wanted for my son to be like Johnny across the street. Johnny was popular and had lots of friends and got good grades and was in sports.
Johnny was just the perfect child and Sah-son needed to be just like him.
Well Johnny got older and did drugs, and stayed out late, and got kicked out of one high school after another and barely graduated, and then became an unwed father at 18.
But hey, he’s still popular with lots of friends, and he’s got short hair.
Just back from dropping off FCD’s bike - he needed a new rear tire pretty badly. And while it’s in the shop, he’s having all the assorted fluids changed.
Nothing else to do till supper time, so back to knitting!!
Buy one of these in red.
Stick in on your aquarium lighting, and you can see the worms when they come out at night to play. 
Quick update:
ZakaPrincess has now had to be told (in firm tones) that she MUST finish her homework before practicing on the piano. In three days, she has learned 8 (!) of the little practice songs including Old MacDonald.
Wonder how long this little honeymoon will last before we get to the “GO PRACTICE YOUR PIANO DAMMIT!” stage?
Her class is wonderful. An hour of piano lessons (supposed to be group, but she’s the only one signed up at that time!) followed by 30 minutes of music theory. Cost: $28/wk.
ZakaPadawan is getting jealous, but he starts art classes next week. He’s very excited about getting to sculpt a Jedi Starfighter “for mommy’s birthday”. I’m telling you, if someone doesn’t invent real starships, blasters, and light sabers in the next 20 years, my little guy is going to be VERY DISAPPOINTED!
My dad used to ride me pretty hard when I was growing up. And then, can’t remember if it was when I turned 18 or 21, he told me he’d taught me the best he could and from then on he was staying out of it and I needed to make the right decisions on my own. While I still made some bad ones, for the most part I think I responded to the trust pretty well and acted accordingly.
I don’t know what my mother’s problem is.
It’s like she’s got her teeth into this and she won’t it go. Then it gets my back up because I have bigger things to worry about than the length of his hair.
So I talked to the mortgage company, I finally broke down and called them and the bad news is, it doesn’t look good. At the time the first broker took my application they could use one year of self employment for approval but now they need two.
She is still trying to push it through for me but she said it doesn’t look good.
On the plus side, once I file my 2013 returns I will be approved and she suggested that I ask the seller to rent to me for the next 4-5 months and we settle the beginning of next year and they are willing to write a letter to the seller saying that I will be approved if they are willing to wait.
That works for me of course, either way it gets me out of here. It depends on the rent she asks for as well. The house should rent for $890 but my mortgage should be @$475.
Oh well, one step at a time.
Hopefully she can pull some strings and it won’t be an issue at all.
It’s been kind of an up-and-down day for me. But hey, someone bought some of my sheet music today. So yay!
Howdy Y’all! Had an early dindin of sketties 'n meatballs cause I was hongry. OYKW is still at irk and if’n he’s not too tahrd when he’s through says he’ll come by to eat and see me for a bit. Irk stuff just sucks sometimes.
sari appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed re the mortgage. Seems to me the seller would be happy knowin’ there will be an approved mortgage especially since I’m guessin’ the house has been on the market a while.
gotti yay for the pay stuff bein’ sorted out. Maybe a leprechaun will show up while you’re seein’ Lucky Charms.[sup]TM[/sup]
Zaka I’ve always heard that a sculpted Jedi Starfighter is every mommy’s dream bday gift.
Sometimes I find a daid frawg when I clean the cee-mint pond skimmer. Poor frawgy is always all bloated and kinda elastic like.
ETA: Yay midget!
Went to County Recorder’s Office, parked. Put 48 minutes on the meter. Walked in, filled out app online, went to cashier, paid, received certificate. Went out to meter, it said there were 36 minutes left!!! :))
Went to school enrollment office, walked in, waited in line, waited in another line. Was there about an hour and a half. But feeling so accomplished, yet another huge thing off my to-do list.
Oh, and process server may show up today to serve ex, and I’m home, so I will open the door if I have to!
We had an early supper after a mostly lazy day. I’ve got a hat half finished - I should get it done tonight.
I think it’s time to just turn the 'puter off. MWAH!!
Wild life dying left and right because you have a salt water pool.
Cute little frog sees the pool. “Oh boy! Lots of water! This tastes funny…OMG, it’s salt! It burns! ARRRRGHHH!”
Shame on you!
flytrap I’m workin’ on developin’ an army of salt water assault frawgs. With their help I shall become Emperor because who would ever expect to get assaulted by a salt water frawg? They’ll storm the beaches the world over.
Warned ex this morning that I filed divorce papers. The process server knocked at the door just now, she served him. She didn’t say his name, I guess she had validation that it was him because I answered and then brought him to door?
He is a little upset. Threw something, I think his phone. I’m planning to go to a ball game tonight, hope he doesn’t go psycho while I’m gone.
Never know how a ballgame will end. Stay through the 9th. Don’t want to miss anything. Oh, also be like the baserunners and play it safe.