In preparation for walking into the depths of the depths of Hell my mother’s house, I have spent the day going through all the stuff Christian said he already separated. {Quick much? Jerk.} On top of the “My Stuff” bin there was a bin that was predominantly “His Stuff”, but it’s not all HIS stuff, there are two paintings from MNBP- paintings he doesn’t even like, and MY post it masterpieces that I doodled up years ago!!!!

He has lost his damn mind if he thinks he’s getting the post its. We will have to discuss this, I may be willing to part with them for The Killing Joke and his butterfly knife.

In my stuff, though- were the bunnies. The frickin’ damn bunnies. I know I’ve mentioned them, but maybe I haven’t really expressed the magnitude of the importance of those evil bastards. And I’m not going to do it now. Suffice it to say, I am unsure of whether or not I want the bunnies in My Stuff, or if I want them in His, or if I just want them to burn. {fire, heh, heh.}

The little tiger, I learned today, is at high risk for Type 1, or Juvenile, Diabetes. I wasn’t able to get all of the details today, I have to call back tomorrow. But I’m worried. I will update with details the moment I get off of the phone with them.

I wonder if Caesar is too, I don’t think we ever got him screened. I will make sure I bring it up at their doctor’s appointments this Monday.

I changed my status to “single” on Myspace, some days ago, and now most of the CafeMom ads have been replaced with online dating services.

Even my mother wanted to hook me up with some neighbor who was “good looking, and he drives a nice car”. *sigh* In insulting me the other night she says- “We’ll work out, have you looking good, and Christian will kick himself….” Seriously, Mom? Thanks.

Do you know how hard it is, for me to motivate myself to work out every day? If I’m not doing it for ME, I damn sure won’t be doing it so Christian can kick himself. He’s going to do that anyway, and let’s be honest here- we will likely “complicate” that matter without the uneccesary work.

I just want to be allowed some time. Time to mourn, time to heal, time for me, time for my children. Myspace, Mom- are you guys listening?

Uhhh, I’m whipped. I will close here.

Enter the giveaway, all of you! {please}

My hair is a mess.

Randomly Pimping; Just One Look, where I hope to be a contributor.

Um….

Caesar: *whines*

Me: “Why are you so upset? Do you have a problem?”

Caesar: “Uh huh.”

Me: “Can I help you with something?”

Caesar: “Uh huh.”

Me: “Okay, what is it that you want?”

Caesar: “Ummmmmmmm… Cereal!”

Me: “Cereal?”

Caesar: “Uh huh!!”

Me: “Okay, let’s get you some cereal!”

I gather all of the boxes of cereal, except for one- the Cocoa Puffs.

Me: “Okay, BaBa. Which one do you want?”

Caesar: *glares around the kitchen, stops for a moment to ponder* “Where the Cocoa Puffs, go, Mommy?”

 

Busted.

{I like long titles}

No vlog right now because one; I promised myself that I would get some more tags done for my Yucky Love Stuff theme- I have to replace a few that I just lost due to an issue with characters being too similar {I didn’t do it, swear!} And two; because, well damn it. I have a lot to say and I’d feel terrible if after 500 attempts, an a three hour long upload that you had to sit and wait ten minutes for me to talk about nothing.

I am going to rush through this;

1: Allie did not make it past auditions. She’s bummed, and she’s questioning following her dream of singing now, which bums me out. I think if next year- instead of hopping a bus on a whim, if she practices- she’ll make it.

I have agreed with myself {it takes great effort to deal with my sister}, to help her- if she wants my help. I’m no pro, but I have more “technical” knowledge than she does. I don’t want her to give up on this. She is talented.

She’s on her way home now, but she told my mom that American Idol really is just looking for someone with commercial appeal, which is what the typical “I didn’t make auditions” rant is, but I believe it.

2: Christian and I- we’re good. Not together, not getting back together, but we are good. I asked that one burning question, and there was a huge no- now, because I’m a chick I did analyze the “no”. It wasn’t huge enough to make me suspicious, there was no “how dare you even suspect!” type of gasp that pretty much always signifies guilt. He didn’t laugh, crack a joke, smile or otherwise. His ears didn’t turn red, there was no reason to make me question his answer.

He reminded me that it wasn’t about someone else, it wasn’t even about me, it was him- he needed to do some soul searching, he needed to figure out what was making him miserable and it was being in a relationship. Not the commitment of the relationship, just the relationship aspect of a relationship. {No, trust me, it made sense when he said it} He loves me, he is still willing to do what he can for me in the meantime, he will always take care of the kids- of which I had no doubt, he was upset at my suggestion that Samara was no longer one of his children {which was not a suggestion per se, yet a regrettable snarky slip of tongue. I kick myself.} and we joked about who would get the KY Yours + Mine stuff that we still have not actually used.

He said he didn’t want us to go bad, aside from our friendship- we now have children and there was more at stake, more to completely destroy- he didn’t want to risk sticking around and doing something to hurt all of us because of his unhappiness. I thanked him for that. He apologized for breaking my heart… again, and he said that he doesn’t want this to be the end of what we share, no one would appreciate what we were about to do {number three in this entry} more than me, and he feared losing that connection. And he told me to stop being a dick. I said I’d try- but honestly, after that initial “No” I felt much less angry, apprehensive and scared, and the visions of me pummeling him with a baseball bat finally stopped.

Oh, and I get the movies, I called dibs on “The Ex” in black, as well as the awesome dish set. He gets our complete collection of Y: The Last Man novels.

3: The Dark Knight- I will not spoil it for you, but if you have not seen it, I want you to stop reading this crap and go- NOW. Buy yourself some tickets, if you have to stand in line, it’s worth it! Do it! If you don’t have a babysitter I will loan you some duct tape, take the kids with you!!! This will be here when you get back, which will be sooner than you think because it was such a good movie you won’t even notice how long you were sitting. Go!!!

If you’re not a Batman fan. My heart bleeds peanut butter for you and you must leave and never return. {I kid about the leaving, I love you!}

If you were one of the awesome people who saw the movie- *swoon*.

I have to confess a couple of things that will likely make me look like a terrible person- when I first found out that Heath Ledger was playing my favorite villain, I shat on myself. I was certain that I’d heard wrong, because they could NOT have made such a big casting error. Heath Ledger? Eh.

Before his death, I had seen a few snippets, heard a great many different opinions, and I had accepted and embraced Ledger as The Joker. When he died, my first thought was “Wow. That really blows. I sure hope they wrapped production.” Yes, I’m a dick, I know. :/

Last night, we got there a couple of hours early, we stood in a long ass line. We laughed at the people in costume, joked about how totally uncoordinated I was, in my Harry Potter shirt, and I cried over the most super duper looking Joker shoes I have ever seen in my entire life!

Now, in case I haven’t already mentioned a million times, this was my first time watching an IMAX movie.

I was not at all disappointed!!! We started the movie a couple of minutes beforehand to “beat those Cinerama guys” and the second something popped onto the HUMONGOUS screen, I shed a tear- I just couldn’t hold in how damn anxious I was!!! The Joker, Batman, The Joker, Christian, IMAX, The Joker. It was all too much.

The movie begins, the moment Ledger appears on screen some dude shouts “Rest in peace, man!!” and everyone clapped.

The movie was fantastic! Ledger as The Joker- phenomenal! I truly don’t think that I could read even the comic and not think of him as The Joker. My only beef with the movie was that I think it would have captured more of The Joker’s inhumanity and insanity, if it were rated R. But I get it, I’m not the only kid watching. Though- there were some parts, I don’t know if I’d be comfortable with my 13 year old watching either.

For me, and even if I’m watching Harry Potter {Christian agreed he’d take me to see HPATHBP- they showed not a trailer, but just an “ad” for it in the theater and I damn near stood up and made my nerd known.} there is a point in every movie where I consider how long I have left until the movie is done- it has gone slow and I’m ready to break out. I did not experience that for even a second with The Dark Knight.

Everyone else in the movie was great- I preferred Maggie Gyllenhaal, over Katie Holmes as Rachel Dawes, but I’m not a Holmes fan. So that’s a personal bias. I like the cast, good cast. But Ledger… took it for me. I’ve stated, that if they make another movie and introduce someone elseas The Joker, I will handcuff myself to the production crew and yell out random obscenities as they film as a form of protest. I’m, for only the second time, completely saddened by a celebrity death. {Not that celebrities aren’t people, it’s just that- I don’t know them, and haven’t grown close to them like that.}

I know some expert with two thumbs will probably tell you different, but from a semi fanatical fanboygirl- it was delicious!

Honu has spent all day pumping his fist in the air, crying out “I’m the bat!!” because Christian and I talked about the movie all morning long. Mac laughed at him. Laughed.

*sigh* It’s really not that bad, this life stuff. It’s just annoying sometimes.

I’ll try to vlog later on, and I have decided that I’ll definitely answer “Ask Me Anything” questions by vlog as well, why not, eh? Now, I’m just waiting for questions. *tap, tap, tap*

UGH!! I hate vlogging, damn vlogging, screw vlogging!

I can never get the volume setting correct, so you probably can’t understand me, but here it is anyway. Ugh.