Whale Wars

I know, long time. Things will change.

One thing I wish would change: whaling. Won't get all protesty on ya, I'm sure you know my platform.

We were watching Whale Wars this evening. The show was nearly over, but we were enjoying it. Chris, Christopher and I were chowing down and delighting ourselves with the theatrics of enviromentalists. Nickolas was playing Tiny Robots. (Its the game where you have to shoot the tiny robots at your feet...? You've never played!?)

All of a sudden, Nick turns around and looks at the screen. "Hey!" he squeals. "The world is a bad guy... duh-duh-duh..." I look at him incrediously.
"What was that, Nick?" I nearly drop my pizza in pleasant surprise.
"That's the song, right?" He wanders away and continues his vendetta against the miniature cyborgs.

Holy musical genius Batman. Not the first time it's happened.

Oh Cathie, what have you done?

I was going through my purse in the car today.

I found Chris's diabetic tester.

I asked if he knew I had it. But no, not in my normal voice.

I accidentally asked as if I were Oliver Twist.

"Did you knew I hahd your testah?"

Bahahaha.

News.

I'm changing the title of my blog.

I mean, every once and a while I'll have a story from school, but I don't really enjoy talking about it. It mostly has to do with angry stuff, which I need to avoid now.

(Stress meltdown is the equivalent of a mental heart attack. All my plans for health have changed.)

So, I will, instead, focus on what makes me happy/ is my goal for my new "20th year". Basically, I want to achieve a lot before I turn 21.
I want to go green and organic.

Yeah.
It's a process.

I'm having troubles deciding between two names though.

The Pretty Hippie

Or

Clean Green Hippie Machine

Or I could go with one of my stepkids suggestions. I'm sure it'd have something to do with "Hippie Hippo".
... Because the words sound alike, not because I'm big. Jeeze.



So, yeah. I'm thinking.

Organically Frustrated

Two things:
1) I got so upset when Chris and Nick opened their Easter baskets from Grandma Karen. PLASTIC eggs?! FULL OF CANDY? Another freakin' Batman toy!? When am I EVER going to use a plush basket in the shape of a car that makes noise!?
Come on Grandma! We need books, not sugar! Your son is flippin' diabetic, and you're now making your grandchildren diabetic!!

2) We watch Deadliest Warrior at our house. It's applied History around these parts.
But apparently, girls can watch, and enjoy these shows, but heaven knows we females can't have opinions, or even facts to bring to the table when we debate about it.

I don't think I can stand being silent any longer.

Ettiquette Schmettiquette!

I'm super pissed off about something that I should be super elated for.

Part of me wishes the person involved dies. A horrible, gruesome death.

And this is family.

Officially

I'm officially sick of being sick. Today's my 5 day off from school because I just can't hack it.

I cried today. At school. I hate it.
Every moment I think I'm doing better, I fall in a hole and it gets worse. I just want to curl up, sleep and cry for an hour, and wake up with everything all better.
It's creepier because, I know HOW I'm sick. This is all familiar. But it's in new strange ways that confuse the hell out of me, and nearly blind-sights me.

I just want continuity and progression. I want to move forward. I want to feel as if I'm accomplishing something.
But no. That has to wait for years.
I'm in a foreign country without a passport and the embassy isn't so worried quite yet. There are more important things for them to do. What am I supposed to do until then?


Curl up, sleep and cry, and hope that when I wake up, everything's all better.

10 Things I Love Today.

1. How I managed to push 3 wrong buttons before "New Post". Even though it's a huge and noticable button.

2. When I walk through book stores, and become compelled to write only a million short stories.

3. When shabby, housewifey women walk in to said bookstore, and head for the romance sections; i.e. everyone has their vice.

4. When Chris sings along with the Disco Sirius station.

5. When I laugh so hard, my voice goes squeaky and it gets hard to breath/control my saliva (sounds gross, but it means somethings really funny).

6. When I pattern hunt, see something that I love, and realize I already have that pattern.

7. Marilyn's squealy voice in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Sooo enjoyable.

8. When Chris and I accidentally develop an inside joke.

9. Chris told someone else that I'm his best friend.

10. That I get to think up more of these fun lists everyday because I have my man. <3



(*Edit. 11. 14 days until my birthday! Two weeks!)