April 05, 2007

I have recently been informed that the comments section on this thing doesn't let you leave a comment without logging into Yahoo, thus making the whole.. "public" setting a bit foolish if you ask me. I am looking into making a move on the blournal and will be implementing that within the next few days. I will leave update notices on here when I do make the move and a link to the new space.. wherever that may be.
The dress situation is finally at an end! Whooohooo! Do a little dance, shake a little buuuuuttttt, get down tonight! I picked up Laura's prom dress yesterday and scored better than I thought. For $297 we got her shoes, purse, dress, brand new earrings and bracelet. The bracelet alone was supposed to have been $88! I got a real good deal I think and am quite pleased. The best part is.... Drum roll please.... The girl I bought the dress from is going to prom next month and has a simply gorgeous dress that she will be selling me after her prom is over. So, next year when Laura will undoubtedly be dating a Junior or Senior in time for prom (because she likes to torture me) she will already have her dress, shoes, purse and jewelry. She is selling me the complete ensemble for one low price. I think that I love this girl... she is my hero! The dress she is wearing for the ball is borrowed, but simply gorgeous and I believe that I am in the clear and can relax. Now it is just the running involved in getting her ready for all of this stuff.
We went into town to the tanning salon so that my little diva could make sure she had a kick butt tan for all of these events and well.... she got a bit carried away I think. She stayed in too long and she is burnt to a crisp. The poor thing was laying on my lap this morning in misery. I actually tried to get her to stay home today and have us do the whole Aloe Vera and bath routines to try to get it to settle some and aleave the pain, but noooooo that girl would have to have a limb cut off to skip school. Hell, I think that if her leg were cut off, she would have me wrap a hanky around it, tie it off and hop to school. That is one thing that I never have to doubt. If Laura says she is too sick to go to school, then she is on deaths door... not knocking, but beating the hell out of it. She is determined to play her soccer game tonight, and I believe that she will. Its going to be another very late night. Blech.
I do have two boys... really I do! I'm sure they are somewhere around here... feeling neglected from all the attention centered on my Diva. Poor boys!
Last night we were involved in something (she said I can't tell, but imagine the movie 'the 40 year old virgin' and the KELLY CLARKSON moment... teeeheeee) and all of a sudden I hear the dogs going absolutely insane. I mean like hounds of hell being attacked by a rabid beastly monster insane. There was barking, yipping, yelping, scuffling, crying and the like going on in a frenzy of movement. I thought that either a Bobcat or Bear had gotten inside the fence and was actually eating them. I streak through the kitchen to the backdoor and before I even thought about it, slung the door open. First of all... the common sense in that is beyond me. Gee, the dogs are being attacked by a wild animal and I am going to protect and save them with what? A waxing stick thingy? Did I think to grab the gun, the broom, the mop, hell even look out the door first? Nooooo. Bill is sure that one of these days I am going to open the door and walk right into a bears arms. Anywho... any idea why they were going insane? Miss Kitty was sitting in front of the window part of the door staring at them like they were big idiots and they were trying to get her. She was unfazed. The dogs got a very loud and somewhat vulgar lecture on the merits of scaring me shitless and they skulked off to the dog house. I didn't hear another yelp the whole night. And the cat? Sauntered out of the kitchen like she owns the world. Spoiled pisser.
On the outside kitty versus Miss Kitty home front, OMFG. I wasn't sure which one I wanted to duct tape to a wall first! They cannot live in the same house, but they want to see each other and howl and cry constantly calling to each other. Yesterday I had my front door open and the screen door closed. Miss Kitty was inside sitting at the door staring at outside kitty on the porch. My screen door has the glass bottom half and the top half is screen. Well, outside kitty was on a roll with the constant "meowmeowmeowmeow" and Miss Kitty decided to try to... well I have no idea what her intentions were. All of a sudden she launches herself up and grabs onto the screen with her front paws. Bill and I stared at her in shock for a second and I hollered "let go", well being the dutiful kitty that she is, she retracted her claws on her left paw and let go, but the right got stuck! So, there she is, hanging from the screen like Tom Cruise off that cliff on Mission Impossible. Bill got to her first to free her and we both of course laughed our asses off at her while she looked at us with daggers of hatred. Comic relief I tell ya. Outside kitty was relocated soon after to the top of the holler where he can take up with Bill's uncles other bazillion cats. Teehheee!