The return of Princess L!

Hello all!

I decided to take Sundays off. Sunday is a day of rest, and so shall it be with my blog. Although, my fingers weren't off. ( Stop thinking you nasty freaks!)

A good friend of mine got a hold of me from the depths of the abyss known as "Active Duty Departure". This is when you get out active military service and severe all ties with those you use to hang out with. You don't really mean for it to happen, but location, location, and location.

As with this awesome gal I thought had passed me by. Like so many people I have had the brief pleasure of sharing space and oxygen with , she faded away. After trying for several months, I thought she was just ignoring me. Come to find out, I think I was just emailing the wrong address. Well, outta the blue she drops me a line. Great hearing from you, Princess. Gotta send me some pics. Not only that, she's been keeping up with a few other peeps I would love to know what's going on with.

I think we've touched on the fact that I have no close friends here in the Bay State. Maybe it's my own insecurities that has enabled me from meeting people. Great roll in for this next tid bit of shit!

So the Lesbian came back to the store today. I know. I guess I sent the Gay-dar bleeping. Swell, now I'm throwing off lesbian waves. She bought a book and sent one of the other employees looking for me. Eeew! She even brought a friend, another lesbian. After not being able to locate me ( Thank Goodness for Holiday Cards!) she left. But came back an hour later just as I was trying to leave for the day. I was en route to an appointment with my husband. So not only did she block me in, she jumped out of her car and hugged me. Okay, I'm a people-a-phobe. I really don't like strangers touching me. She was really with in a couple of seconds of being stabbed with my keys. She spoke sternly about my not calling her over the weekend. The mentioned how tense I was and how much she would love to massage the stress out of me. So after dry heaving I said good bye, got in my car, and rev-ed the engine until she got the point. She winked, said goodbye, and sped off playing some really annoying rap music. The worst part, she was shopping in "SWEATS!!!!!" Anyone who knows me, knows I hate the wearing of sweats for activities other than exercise or house work. Shopping, social activities, traveling, nuh-uh! Wear clothing that is appropriate! That's why they're called sweats, so you can sweat in them. Not go to Nordstrom's toting a Louis Vutton in your Gucci sunglasses. Stop it and wear some decent clothes. You know, you never realize your ass is growing when you wear sweats on a regular basis.

I like to keep certain aspects of my life out of this blog. Unfortunately there was about to be consequences and repercussions. Currently we are having our bathroom remodelled. It's about time. After someone had a hissy fit and ripped down half our bathroom six months ago, we have not quite been financially able to repair it. This someone was also about to suggest that there would be no showers for the next week. Heads were about to roll. His and the contractor doing the bathroom work. Fuck that. In our relationship, we have many rules. One being only one of us is allowed to wig-out/ spazz out at a time. My husband likes to think he holds all these cards. Not so, buddy boy! Today was Hubby's revenge. We sat down in front of a financial advisor ( Bane of my existence). He didn't say flat out I have to give up shopping, but, he was treading on dangerous territory. We have to save approx $200 a month. Due-a-ble. Especially now that I have my crazy money coming in once a month. 2 months ago, well, someone might have lost an eye. Yes, this was Hubby's chance to scream about my shoes, clothing, cat toys, Haiku books, and jewelry. Fine, I accept his bitch and raise him his cigarettes and the need to feel financially responsible for the shortcomings of his job. Take that triangle nostrils!!!!!! We agreed to do better and save for his retirement in Germany and mine in Japan. So I guess upon retirement, we need to separate. Of course, this is just many ways, I think he likes to believe he is the bread winner of our relationship. I like to think his is just plain stupid, but, eh, men will be men. Can't live with them, but they sure do make great slaves!!!:) Nah, I love him to know end, but sometimes I want to smother him in his sleep. Don't feel bad for him. He feels the same way about me. Except he would never be able to stay awake and/or wake up in time to do it. So he has just settled on throwing me in the dryer one day.

Hey, Laurel! Laurel is my "Mr. Tinkle/Bigglesworth" kitty. She is your average white long hair, fat cat. She's precious. Yep you get a pic! She is our newest kitty. We've had her since August. She is traumatized. More than the others. She is the queen of the second floor. She has her own plush pillow, food dish, and litter box. She is having a hard time fitting in as most overweight kids do. She's super funny and meow's like Mary Sue the chain smoking whore at the local truck stop who was bred from two cousins in a trailer park. Whew.

I don't have many work related rants for the day. Just your common, " Are these the only Christmas cards you have?" questions. I spent most of the day restocking holiday cards or as I say, "visiting Holiday card hell." So I got to avoid most of the crazies today. Tomorrow. Well, that's a totally different story. Tomorrow I should be doing Audio books for the most part so, let the games begin.

Crap! I missed Heroes tonight!!!! See. Dealing with my husband and his priorities: Work, His Family, Money, PC Games, Cars, Cats, Wife. Can anyone tell me how the season ended?

In great despair of Heroes,

Yokai the Sad