Arrrg!

So it has started, the newest chapter of my life. Three days ago, my husbands daughter whom I shall call "A", is now residing with us in my humble house. This is of course on top of being pregnant as well. I can honestly say I thought I was going to get a clear nine month stretch before I was going to have kids lol! So now I have two kids (the hubby totally counts) and one on the way! I am still very much uneasy about this and still don't know how to react based on my situation. With pregnancy hormones raging, I feel very much like an alien in my own skin. "A" acts her age, that's for sure. She's a very bright child, loaded with a mouth and manners that I'm sure would make my mother roll over in her urn. It is extremely hard not to say something in my own house when I feel so awkward seeing as though this is not my child. Whats even worse is having a husband who is an enabler and does not listen to anything I say till its too late and nothing else can be done.

I'm so sick of coming home from work and finding my food eaten! Every day that I buy something for myself, I find that when I get off of a looong day at work and it is gone! My husband fails to see the fact that when I buy a $4 bottle of juice, its not for him, its so I can get some of the nutrients I need to help my unborn child grow and be healthier. It wouldn't be so bad if he actually replaced what he took, but I never seem to get so lucky. I envy his baby's mama, at least when she was preggo with "A" I'm sure she got doted over, I'm positive that he would run out the door at 1am for her and I'd bet my left foot she was treated nicer too. Not to mention she was never woken up first thing in the morning to help find his clothes that he throws everywhere. Not my job I tell you! I guess that's what I get for being his second pregnancy and not the first. Honestly, nothing has changed with his attitude since finding out, its like I can just run outside and run a marathon and be the exact same way I was when I wasn't pregnant.

People wonder why I rarely ask for help? I'm tired of having those whom are closest to me let me down 90% of the time. Yes I know I'm demanding and bossy about certain things, but just maybe there is a reason for it. I'd rather just be by myself when I give birth, I don't expect any one to really help me with anything anyways. It would be so uncharacteristic of certain people.

Yes, today is a down day.

New additions of multpile kinds.

So I have come to the conclusion that not may people read my blog, which is kosher cause I can say things in here that I know average day people arn't going to read this.

So I can excitedly say that I'm pregnant!!!! Hooray!!!! I am super happy about this and am thus far 11 weeks and 5 days, rolling into 6 days. Although I like to think I'm in my 12th week, makes it seem like I'm further along. ^_^ My husband and are are very lucky to be where we are considering we had a miscarriage back in October. I'm nervous and excited all wrapped in one, hoping that everything will go right.

I look forward to being able to work on the nursery, I'm excited to say that my child will live in the same room, in the same house as I have for so many years. There are so many things to do and starting in the nursery is still aways off. Currently we are having our roof redone, we have Kempenfelt windows coming into replace all our old windows and doors, we have an exterminator coming in to rid our house of the nasty spider infestation and flea problem that my husbands, ex-friend's dog brought in. We have to do new flooring, new paint, kitchen, oy vey! So much to do, so little time!

I can only wish that everything goes smoothly, and with a little luck I think things will turn out just right. ^_^

A rant from a flustered Hello Kitty Ninja.

I have noticed as of late my tolerance for stupidity and ignorance has run extremely thin. So much so I find myself avoiding certain people because I know that if I socialize with them, I'm just gonna get pissed off. This is a horrible thing to say, however I am a self admitted bossy little bitch who does not tolerate being put on the back burner continuously when I feel as though I have done A LOT for other people. Now, I'm not saying all my friends, just the ones that make excuses for every little thing in their lives. Even more so, my beloved husband that I swear I want to drown him while he sleeps. I woke up at 5am to find the lingering dank scent of cigarette smoke wafting into the bedroom only to find my ungrateful and uncaring husband smoking on in the living room! Here I am trying to quit smoking and my own husband can't even support me, geez has he been hanging out with some of my friends? He eats all my snacks and cereals, even the stuff he says he doesn't like! He stays up till 5-6am, I leave him money and he can't be bothered to pick up a damn loaf of bread so I can have some toast in the morning! Then to top it off, I know he took my car out last night, I had to scramble to find my keys this morning before work only to find them in his coat pocket. I am pissed.

Back into my other rant, yes "friends". I miss my first best friend Amy Witt. U don't find people like that anymore. When we where kids we got into an argument, it was recess and a storm was blowing in. I decided to climb this stupidly high fenced area and fell getting myself stuck in the snow bank. Even though we where arguing, when she saw I wasn't around she search in till she found me and dragged me into the school. I have yet to find such a friend in my adult life, someone who would give me the shirt off of their backs, someone who is exactly like me and when calls somebody their friend, loves them with their heart and soul and cries with u when ur down and then turns around and makes u laugh. I lack that substance within my life and that makes me sad.

I look forward to the day I leave this province. I will take my child (if I have one) and I will run as far and fast as I can from this place. I don't approve of the ways people raise their children here and appalled to find out that some low life bagabond actually let their 4 year old child watch Jackass the movie and then finds it funny that the child swore in school to other children and has no respect for the principal telling this individual that it is WRONG! To me that is as bad as allowing a child to grow up watching violent video games. I have decided I'm putting my kid in the most expensive prestigious private school, I will not allow my child to be raised with lower class citizens where is appears that stupidity from underage mothers has run more rampant since I was in school. This may all sound crass, however this is my opinion, my blog and I'll say whatever I want, and if u don't like it, don't read it.

Oh the webs we weave!

So sping has sprung, the birds are a chirping, the spiders are crawling and friends are being attacked by random centipedes. Spring brings forth new life within the world and in this year I predict something wonderful to happen.  My hopes and dreams fall upon a single wish and my heart cries out to the heavens that my plea be heard. It is astounding the change a person is willing to make to sacrifice for just one single wish, and the ferocity of ones will to do whatever it takes to make it happen.

Days have never seemed longer. I find myself staring at every calendar and clock as of late finding that time can not pass quick enough. Remember being a kid and thinking how it seemed like it would be forever till you where old enough to drive a car or old enough to make decsions on your own without your parents telling you what to do? Thats what I feel like right now and I'd love to just be able to go to sleep and wake up in June.

It'll be interesting to see what this month brings about.

Trials of Home Ownership.

So it appears I am about to become a proud owner of the house I've grown up in. Proud. Well sort of. I love my dear old dad, however I have been given a lemon. Pratt Homes are such a wonderful investment... NOT! Word to the wise when looking for a house, if it says Pratt, run! Run as far and as fast as you can! We never had a sub-pump put in when I was little and it wasn't in till I was dating my husband that he and I placed one in. The years of flooding before that, oy vey! Well now that we have solved the basement flooding issue, our house has decided to start sinking, so now after 20+ years, my top floor is flooded. Thank heavens for friends with steam cleaners! I haven't decided whiether I'm happy about this deed transfer or not, I can honestly say I did not see me being a home owner at the age of 25. I saw me being married 5 years ago, but not a house soley in my name. I appreicate that my dad has enough trust to allow me to take on such a responsibility, but as we all do in life, I'm unsure and a touch afraid of what the future may hold.

Dealing with money sucks. Asking people for it sucks even more. Waiting on a hope and a prayer is antagoinizing. If I could catch one break, it'd all be set. I think I'll chalk this up to "when life kicks you when your down, stab 'em in the foot with the closet sharp object."

Why cats are better then men and marrying your "father" sucks.

As most couples today in these hard pressing finacial times, tempers flair, hurtful words are said and lines are crossed that well over step traditional boundries one is rasied by. I am about ready to put my husband out on the curb with a for sale sign, dress up in 20's styles clothing with a top hat and a bell and yell "BOY FOR SALE" out into the streets in hopes someone will give me a break for this insanity!!!! My darling, loving, ever so sweet, and romantic hubby, (Can you sense the scarcasim?) has been out of work for three months with the apparent desire not to seek employment in this provience any time soon. Matter of factly, he wants to pack it all and move on a dime. That would be thanks to my dear old dad. But before we touch on that, I must get to my first point.

Why Cats are better than men:

Cats may talk back sometimes, but its not in English and you can't truly understand, so you can make that "Meow" an "I love you" or "Your the greatest person ever and I worship you!", unlike a man, whom when opens his mouth, naturaly has a 60% chance of saying something incredibly stupid.

Cats know when to leave you alone most times. Men just don't get the hint.

Cats are warm cuddly and purr, greet you when you come home and have no concept on how to use electronics. (If you have a electronically smart cat, kudos to you, my kittys are not.) Men fart at inappropriate times, don't excuse themselves and justify why they didn't when you say something about it, expect YOU to come to them or have brought them home a coffee when you come through the door while they've sat on their asses all day and do I need to even go into detail about pulling a man away from a video/computer game? I think not.

Cats are alowed to be lazy and lounge all day, men are not. People wonder why some men have hairy asses? Its cause their coping your cat(s) and sitting on it all day! Thus men are unoriginal, but this is a well known fact in this day and age.

Cats are just better, period. (Dogs too.)

So yes, where was I? Oh yes, why marrying your "father" sucks.
I love my dad, don't get me wrong, he's an old school kind of guy with a hippie twist. My father doesn't beat around the bush and will call a spade a spade. But turn the tables and that spade to him is a club. There is no budging a man set in his ways, much less a man trying to be set in his ways. This is my dilema. My father has insulted my husband, which, while I agree my dear ol' dad could of worded thing a tad different, my father was not wrong in what he said. Well, that has erupted into world war 3 with me stuck smack dab in the middle. My husband, greatly offended, just as much and EXACTLY reacting the way my father has in the past, has decided to say hell with it all and do nothing. I do mean NOTHING.  What does one do when stuck between a rock and a hard place? My husband you see, wants to tell my father where to shove his opinion, and I disagree. You see, I get in crap either way, I've played this game before. Not to mention I strongly believe in that line of respect for ones parent. He seems to disagree.
Will I never escape the idiocracy? (Hits head against desk)

If anyone has a stun gun out there, could I borrow it for just a half hour? Please?

Let the Blogging begin.

After being inspired by a very creative friend (NinjaMommer) who has a blog of her own, I have decided to try this Blogging thing for myself. Who knows wiether people will find my tales interesting or not, but hey? What the hell, why not! Maybe Someone out there might learn something and eventually vice versa.

A little about the Enigma that is I. I currently reside in my childhood home that I'm in the process of purchasing from my dear old dad. Yay to a roof over my head, boo to the fact that it is sinking (another blog for another day) and my roof is collapsing. I am married to a wonderful man, who although extremely handy, handsome and completely capable at putting his mind to anything, is a procratinating, excuse making, typical frusterating male. I have 3 cats, Drizzt, Liriel and Guenhwyvar, my crazy balls of fluff that run amuck and keep us up at random hours of the night.

And thus a tale of a new adventure:

I decided this fine Family day to go for a walk down on the lake. Bundled like the abominal snow woman, I travelled by my lonesome out onto the lake for only the second ever time in my life. First time ever was with my husband way back in the day when we travelled what felt like 50 kilometers across the frozen mass of slippery ice. The husband this time, depressed by the Febuary blues decided to stay home and nap. Setting out from my warm car I figured it to be a good idea to first take the main paved path around the lake for a bit to find a good spot to get on the ice. Bad idea, should of headed straight out, amazing how much taxes we pay and yet the city can't be bothered to clear areas that are common for people travelling. Finding a enterance from a dock I mozied my way out onto the ice, braving all fear of hearing that dreaded cracking sound beneath my feet. Nothing makes you feel that much more safe the seeing giant cracks extending farther than the eye can see bellow the wisply blown snow. With reassureance of seeing about 100 people out there, I trekked the long length of the beach front. I've can honestly say had I not been out there I would have missed two things today, one being a mini plane someone was actually flying off of the ice! Crazy people! It may have been a nicer day but by no which means was it a warm one! Second was a magical Timmies cup. Now mind you I hate coffee, despise it. It stains, it smells bad when its cold and its horribly sticky, but today was special. Thinking it to be a hoax I conitiuned walking till I reached the far side of the lake wrapping back into the downtown till behold! Two more people with magical cups! Could it really be? With my legs being completely frozen despite two pairs of pants, I headed to the closest Timmies and for the first time this winter bought my self a Hot Chocolate with the spare coins I could find in my pockets. On my way travelling back to my car with my little cup of warmth, ducking through the crowd of people rubbernecking the firetrucks surrounding at a local downtown restaurant, I glupped back my beverage as quick as I could despite Timmie's having a burning hot water policy for drinks and low and behold, the first roll up the rim of the year won me a doughnut! Yay! I now have a slight bit of faith renewed in Timmie's. Sadly, my husband did not get quite the same luck, feeling bad that he hasn't had a Timmie's in a day (heavens forbid) I reached into the deep depths of the seats of my car I managed to scrounge a loonie for his own personal roll up the rim cup. Unfortunatly, his luck was not the same, which I will attribute to him deciding to nap insead of spending time with his wife. Goes to show you, ya winsome and losesome.  :)