Raven's Realm of Insanity

So it's 3:30 am and it occurred to me that I haven't posted here in like, forever. Over a year, actually. And I'm just bored enough to post! So let's see...what's changed...

• Alex lost his first tooth
• Alex started kindergarten and is, so far, doing very well. He enjoys it, and occasionally enjoys doing his homework even.
• Got...a couple more tattoos, I think. At least two more. New piercings too.
• I've now been married for 7 years. Seven years. Can you believe it? And happily too!
• My hatred of people who start holidays early was renewed and has calmed again.
• I stopped playing WoW, and now am wanting to again.
• Sister-in-law moved back to Georgia, drama ensued.
• There were several minor disasters around the house, such as a month without AC in the middle of the summer. OMG that was hell. They have been repaired, thankfully.
• I ran out of things to put in this list and started listing inane things.
• My liking of skulls has continued. My list of apparel with skulls has grown, and I have a tattoo on the back of my left calf of a cute skull with a pink bow.
• I have gained and lost friends. One of the former is an awesome friend, who, scarily enough, reminds me a LOT of Andy. Probably why he's such a good friend.

And now I have posted and am bored again, so I say bye bye!

So, DragonCon started on Friday. Yay! After like 6-7 years of wanting/trying to go, I went! Double yay! And apparently DCers like bellydancer costumes. There were a ton, and I went in mine too, and was pretty pic popular. Awww. High point of Friday? Sitting down in a bar area, realizing later that Nathan Fillion is sitting at the next freaking table like 3-4 feet from me. Then watching a girl's friend 'accidentally' push her into him. He was not a happy Mal. But I did keep running into him. No one else, just him. Odd, but he does look yummy.

Saw a lot of cool costumes though, which is awesome. The walking between four hotels? Not so awesome. The heat? Even LESS awesome. And somewhere in there I banged my knee up hard enough to leave a huge bruise on my kneecap. It's like the size of a baseball. Walking? Not fun.

To top things off, Saturday morning I get woken up to find out that my 96 year old great-grandmother is in the hospital. At first they thought she had a stroke, but then decided that she had a severe case of pneumonia. She has a DNR though, so everyone's been coming into town and visiting her in the hospital to say there goodbyes.

So it's been a weekend of ups and downs. Hopefully it gets better rather than worse.

So yesterday was one of my rare good days. It began with me getting woken up by the phone, which should have signaled a bad day. Not this time! It was the daycare saying that they'd had a kid drop their pre-K, so Alex could get in. He was so excited, and this morning when we dropped him off, he didn't even look back. My baby's in school! Sob!

Next, I got a package. usekh was an absolute total sweetheart and sent me "Acheron" for a late birthday present. Much love and hugs to him for that. He rocks. :) I stayed up late so I could finish it. The book rocked. It was just too short.

The rest of the day was just pretty decent. The kids stayed out of stuff, nothing bad happened...Then we come to the endish of the evening. Andy finally got his motorcycle license (As opposed to his permit, which comes with restrictions) so I could ride with him. Which I did on Saturday. I enjoyed it. So Monday we went riding again. And...last night. Only when we were riding, we started hearing a scraping sound. We couldn't stop right then as there was no shoulder, but before we got to a place where we COULD stop, I lost my footing. I thought the foot peg had just flipped up, but no, it was the exhaust that had flipped up.

So, we stop. Andy looks at it, and tries to figure out a quick fix that'll hold until we can get down the road to a friend's house. Silly man. I took off my hair band, and that fixed it. And some people say girls shouldn't ride bikes? Pfft. Andy's keeping the band on his handlebars. It's lucky. :P

And that was my decent day. Lots of good/amusing stuff, no bad stuff...I want more days like my Monday. :)

Yesterday was a total bust for me. Even though I stopped throwing up around 11, the rest of the day I was nauseous, sore from my head to my ankles, weak as a kitten, and light-headed. I couldn't eat ANYTHING and more than a sip of anything to drink made me rethink the idea. We ended up going to my aunt's because we still didn't have water, and after a long bath which helped the soreness (but didn't get rid of it) I ended up passing out around 8:30. Something unheard of for me. I slept like the dead until 6am or so. I mean I didn't even MOVE.

To top things off, my aunt got up right after I did. Her husband has spent most of the last 3 months in Savannah with his dad, who is in the hospital from lung cancer, and whose mom has emphysema. This morning they turned off the various machines but for the respirator - nothing has been helping, and the meds are both helping and making things worse. So now his family is just down there, spending time with him until he dies.

I feel horrible for my uncle. His dad's dying, his mom's sick, he's not gotten to see his wife much, he had to put one of his cats to sleep...The poor guy needs a break. He is one of the absolute SWEETEST men I've ever met.

The way the last two days have gone I'm wondering what else is going to go wrong. (Did I mention our fridge died and we had to get a new one on top of the rest?) Maybe the universe will do a 180 and we'll win the lottery or something. That'd be a nice change...

-The power went off for four hours due to a storm.
-The power blip crashed the laptop. Managed to fix it.
-A water line breaks, leaving us without water. (Which we still don't have as of this posting.)
-The power goes off again, for an hour this time.
-The laptop crashes, again. Apparently the hard drive is now fried.
-I get two hours of sleep.
-I wake up, sick as a dog, something which continues for 5 hours until I pass out HARD.
-I'm feeling better now, only I'm sore as shit. Whimper.

Someone wanna give me a massage and let me borrow a shower?

So from the moment I woke up this has been a shitty day.

-Poison ivy isn't going away. It itches more than ever and I really, REALLY want to scratch it.
-Kids got into stuff. By stuff I mean shaving cream (All over them, the TV, the furniture, the bathroom, etc.), bodyspray (Vanilla, glittery, stank the house up for about half an hour), my contact stuff (Did I mention the shaving cream? Yeah, my contact case is full of it, among other things), and the toilet paper (They TPed their bedroom).
-The puppy isn't quite housebroken yet. Nuff said.
-I go to pick up Andy at my aunt's, looking forward to 2+ hours away from the kids. Only I don't get it, as mom and kids pile in.
-At my Aunt's, Andy tells me that he's riding his motorcycle home, and I get to pull the trailer. Which I've never done, didn't feel comfortable with, and didn't want to do. He didn't listen, and I ended up nervously pulling the trailer the hour home, nearly running out of gas.
-I did something to piss off a friend just before I left, and I'm not sure what. So now I'm not only stressing about having her mad at me, but I'm also stressing over what I did to make her mad in the first place.
-I ended up sitting in my car in tears at my aunt's because of the last three. Not only was it not fun, but it was embarrassing.

I have a large alcoholic drink now. I don't think it's going to help.

So Alex turns to me earlier, and out of the blue says, "You're the best mommy ever."

Isn't that so SWEET? It made me sniffle and hug him tight.

So we take Alex to Wal-Mart earlier to grab a toy. It's a regular occurance, and almost every time he goes straight for the cars or Transformers. There was a difference this time. He wanted...a screwdriver. A REAL screwdriver. Flat-head, to be specific.

It gets worse. The other night we were cleaning up his room and we found out that Alex had jacked one of Andy's wrenches.

My son is a tool nut! I blame Andy!

Okay, usekh posted then, and I decided to toss it up, see what I could come up with. So...Yeah. Enjoy.

SCATTERGORIES...it's harder than it looks! Copy the text below, erase my answers, then use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things.. nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial.. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Meg
4 LETTER WORD: Mine
BOY NAME: Matthew
GIRL NAME: Marie
OCCUPATION: Mad Scientist
A COLOUR: Mauve
SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Medallion
BEVERAGE: Mojito
FOOD: Mushroom
SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Mirror
PLACE: Manhattan
REASON FOR BEING LATE: Medical emergency
SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: MINE!

Okay, so most people, when they come in contact with poison ivy, they get it. It itches for a while, it goes away. Some, like my husband, can roll around in it and never have the faintest itch.

Then you have people like me who look at it and get it from head to toe and often have to go to the doctor to get rid of it. And I'm not kidding about the head to toe part either. I am HIGHLY allergic to the stuff. Several times I've had a doctor prescribe stuff to help get rid of it.

Why am I telling you this? Because it seems my adorable puppy with the big ears and sad eyes apparently got into some poison ivy and gave it to me. ITCH! Itch, itch, itch, itch. OMG it itches. Luckily it's just on my left arm right now, so it's not TOO bad, but I have a barely controlled urge to just stand in a hot shower to help the itching since I can't scratch.

I just had to share my pain.