to be a fly, or something like that

The holidays seem to come swooping down like these wonderous birds of prey...and I wish they would just take them away. Sometimes. But this weekend we took out all the Christmas stuff and just today, the tree. I had pondered long and hard about a real tree - but let's be realistic. It was 85 degrees out today and its only the 22nd of November, that poor tree would die from dehydration regardless the amount of water I fed it.

Went to the movies a week or so ago, my kiddos came with and we saw 2012. Usually we love disaster movies, this one was like all the rest - some people live, most die but the world more or less collapses upon itself. Well my nine year old freaked a bit. He knows the year 2012 is three years away and he was panicking. My cousin who is 19 tells him that he can quote scientific proof that everything will be okay...

yeah, that really doesn't work for a 9 year old but thanks for trying.

Now, we just don't mention the movie. And its not one that I would want to buy anyway, it really is just like all the rest of them.

We have a "roommate" so to speak. My adopted mother. Her son was a fucktard and told her more or less, fuck off and she had no where to go. This is the genius who got AMAZINGLY lucky that his sexual battery charges were dropped, but who's girlfriend stayed with him and is now pregnant. This is also the guy who's wife left him for a 63 year old or some kind of nonsense just three months ago or so...and the girlfriend is 7 weeks pregnant or so.

Fast mover, yeah?

So anyway, we have a roommate. She will only stay (at the most) until her income tax comes sometime in Mid-January. Once it does she will be able to afford the first month's rent and security and electric hook up. I have no problem with her being here but it does cramp the walking around in the middle of the night nekkid style that the hubby and I do have.