I love it when a plan comes together

Monday, August 6th, 2007

So as I previously ruminated, I gave notice to the Unnamed employer on Saturday. In two weeks I shall be unemployed.
And yet, it doesn’t worry me. I have feelers out in several directions, and I know worse comes to worse, I can flip burgers for a bit and still bring in the necessary. Psycho-Momia and I discussed it on Friday, and decided that it was the right thing to do. When I got home from work Friday night, there was an email waiting for me from a company I have a great amount of respect for. I send a blind inquiry to them about twice a year in regards to employment opportunities. They are a widely known company with a dedicated fan base, and are named after a fruit. I saw this email as a sign that I am on the right path.

The demons wonderful children have pushing boundaries left and right. Smallest is doing her best to convince me that she will indeed be the one I have to bail out of jail – probably for something like base jumping. If she’s not climbing on something or standing on something that puts her higher of the ground than any 2 and half year old has any right to be, she’s rummaging through the fridge looking for yogurt.

Oldest, on the other hand, has gotten very timid. Shy with most people, even ones she’s known most of her life. Afraid of Dogs and bugs, to the point that she doesn’t like to go outside to play. Out at a chain pet-store that allows dogs, She freaked out and said she didn’t like dogs. Psycho-Momia asked her something along the lines of “but you liked Candy, didn’t you?” (a cup of context: Candy was our Greyhound who died last fall) She replied “But Mama, that was different!”

It is amazing the speed that they can go from BFF to WFE. Playing quietly, happily to screaming and swinging in less than 2.5 seconds. And, no, we don’t let them watch violent TV or movies. It’s just part of being a kid.

I also just want to give a shout out to a couple of new readers, and old friends – Hey Youngblood! Hey Kev! And you too Guddy, if you show up. Long time no see.

Currently playing in iTunes: Paralyzer by Finger Eleven

Randomly overheard….

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

Strange things heard around Chez Tattooed Psycho this morning:
“I have a favor, and my cemetary is in my mouth.” – Rose (playing at being sick…)

“that’s so the kitties won’t eat Lilah…” TD completely mishearing Psycho-Momia.

TD: “Rose….”
Rose: “I want you to stop calling me that!!!!!”

A lack of mom-entum.

Friday, July 13th, 2007

Why is it, when I am home with the darling little ones (read as crazed axe murdering savages), I can’t move my ass? It takes 3 or 4 tries to get started on anything, and then all it takes to stop what I’m doing is one small screaming fit from the girls.

Yet when Psycho-Momia is home, I’m all gung-ho, and move through jobs like a red hot poker through already melting wax.

I know in the last couple of days, it’s partially because I’m attempting to deny my body a substance it has depended on for far too long. My head is all fuzzy, and I’m prone to cold sweats. But, that’s not the full deal – It’s been like this this for a month or so.

On a funnier note, Oldest girl just told me that Buzz (Lightyear, from Toy Story) had the biggest poop. Interesting, no?

Anyway…this ain’t going anywhere, anywhere at all.

I’m gonna go smoke some crack, shoot some heroin into my eyes and try to get some stuff done around here.

I need a real life.