Cataclysmic Candy

Friday
I hit the door running when I got off of work. I had a plan for the evening! I was going straight home and putting away the supplies I bought and setting up the new shredder. I actually did it! Hubby was coming home later than me because he had to fix someone’s car. So it was me and two dogs and two cats listening to music and shredding till about eight o’clock. I brewed a pot of coffee with the plan of staying up late getting stuff done. I wanted to adjust my schedule in the effort of having a productive and working weekend combined. If I work, I tend to preserve my energy and not do any chores. So this time, I stayed up late on Friday working around the house and rested on Saturday without a guilty conscience. Hubby came home starving at eight so we went to Olive Garden for dinner. I love that place! We would normally go on Friday during lunch, but since he switched his schedule to half hour lunches, we no longer have the time. We talked and ate and had a great time with each other. I got to bed around 12:30 with full intentions of sleeping till 2 p.m.

Saturday
I woke up at 9:30 a.m. with the help of licks and sniffling and little puppy paws on my chin. Little Miss Foxy couldn’t hold it any longer. I drug my ass out of bed took her and Luci outside and then tried to go back to sleep. Nope, someone then wanted to play! She managed to wiggle her way underneath me pushing and licking and pawing until finally I got up. Needless to say, we sat around on the couch for most of the day.

One of the reasons I decided to work on Saturday was because Hubby was supposed to go out of town for the evening. He was supposed to go visit his brother in Baltimore. They’ve been having lots of problems with Hubby’s nephew and he wanted to go up and sit everyone down for a good talking to. It seems that Michael (the nephew) is being a teenager and they can’t handle it! He’s emotional, depressed, rebellious and antagonistic! So the whole family including Hubby’s mom is using my husband as a mediator. Every one of them wants to tell Hubby their side of the story and they all differ. Consequently, he was going up there to settle it once and for all. But, before Hubby could get up there… the family decided to admit Michael into the hospital for psychiatric evaluation. Yeah, it’s bad. We’re not sure if this was actually called for or just a last resort on a child who is just trying to find himself. I’m worried that they did it because that is what we did with my niece when she was living with us. We had no choice because she was having violent blackouts and then she was delirious and confused afterward. Those where trying times for sure.
At any rate, Hubby’s plans where cancelled but I went into work anyway. He stayed home and did laundry and shampooed the carpet and played video games. What a great guy!

Saturday Night
I told Hubby of my plans to change characters and he gave me some tips. He said that most definitely go for the school girl look. It may be old news but dudes still dig it a lot. Anything that’s checkered or plaid should do the trick. So we (including Foxy) went through my bag and arranged a few outfits to wear. I deliberately left my vices at home so I would not even have a choice, even the thigh high boots. The results are in and I have to say that without a doubt the good girl thing works much better. Much better. And, after reading Jock’s comment, I can see his point. I’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it. My alternate ego must adjust.
I walked in with no money, that way I couldn’t spend any on alcohol or food. That way I couldn’t be lethargic or drunk before the action even started. I didn’t spend any money except for the door fee. I really did have a very productive evening and I will most definitely do that again.

Sunday
Thankfully, Foxy stayed awake with Hubby until I got home. She let me sleep until 1:30! We got up and went to Cracker Barrel and then headed off to a Cat Fanciers Cat show. I really wanted to see what other Maine Coons and Siamese looked like. All the kitties where so pretty and it was an interesting show. My nose still hurts from all the allergens in that place but it was cool nonetheless. After a stop at the Evil Empire we went home and settled down for the evening. I haven’t heard any updates about Hubby’s nephew. I’m interested to find out how this turns out. This has turned into a big deal, Hubby feels like it’s his responsibility to fix the whole family and he feels helpless at this point. We’ve discussed taking Michael in but we know that we are not equipped to do so. I had to remind him about the nightmare the few years that we had my niece. Even that we had to kick her out in the end and we are damn, very damn lucky she’s turned out so well. It could have gone very badly. We’ve determined that since his mom doesn’t work then she should take him. She’ll be able to give him more attention than he can handle. Hubby and I will be close enough that we can help out but not take the brunt. I like this better than the alternative. It makes no sense for us to take this on by ourselves. We didn’t have a choice with Kristy, she had run the gamut in family members (not her fault, just no one was mentally equipped enough to handle a teenager) and we where the last resort.

My hands are tired from typing and I’m going to have to work eventually and you really should get on with your life. Have a great day!

~Candy

This post was written around 9:30 this morning. Apparently Blogger has some bugs to work out. I'm almost as pissed as Jock but I'd rather not dry fuck anyone anally today.

And another thing, I'm pissed about the picture upload feature. I couldn't get that picture to load so I adjusted the size and dpi of that picture for no reason! It all has to do with the length of the URL.