Remember the episode of Gilmore Girls where Lorelai is so excited about having the first snow at the Dragonfly Inn…and the day turns to crap? Her love affair with snow was officially over?

My day totally fell apart today. THEY have upped our chance from 3-6 to 6-8 inches, combined with sleet and all kinds of wicked nastiness. My afternoon and evening cancelled. I’m supposed to work until 8pm tonight. It’s now 5:32 by my computer clock. Home. Tomorrow is a FULL day and I’m betting it falls right to bits as well.

HOWEVER, I’m not going to be bitter. I’ve got food in the crockpot, two bottles of wine, a slew of movies I need to catch up on with my E.O.D. (entertainment on demand. The best thing since the dvr)

The snow is allegedly coming by 11 tonight. Or by 11 tomorrow. Lasting until 3 tomorrow. Or 8 tomorrow. Just depends what channel you watch.

Either way. I’m indifferent. Bring it on, I say. Let the magic begin. We’ll make money next week!

LORELAI: Take a deep breath.
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: Do it.
LUKE: Yeah.
LORELAI: Oh, yeah. I smell snow.
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: It’s coming. I always know. I can smell it, and I’m never wrong.
LUKE: It wasn’t in the forecast.
LORELAI [sighs happily]: It’s just my favorite time of the year. The whole world changes color.
LUKE: I think I’m blacking out.
LORELAI: Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in. I’ll take it. We go back, snow and me. We have a beautiful history.
LUKE: Saw two forecasts, there was no mention of snow. Cold, but no snow.
LORELAI: Sleigh rides, ice skating, snowball fights. I’ll even take curling. God, I love curling!
LUKE: Lance Cranston on Channel 6 said it would be dry. Kimmy Liston, Live at 5, same thing. No snow, nothing.
LORELAI: Hot cocoa, hot toddies. Best time of the year!
LUKE: Jimmy Mountain in Accu-Chopper One said it would be weeks before
-[He stops and looks up as the snow starts to fall.]
LUKE: Lance and Kimmy are idiots.
LORELAI: Welcome, friend.
LUKE: I’m going inside now.
LORELAI: But –
LUKE: One more whiff, and then so are you.
LORELAI: Luke –

I love this show. I’m having serious problems this season….and last as a matter of fact, but if nothing else, I’m loyal.

My favorites are always the first snow episodes…it’s magical and it makes me love it. After the horriffic winter of 98’99 in Michigan, I thought I’d never love the stuff again…but I do.

We are getting our first snow today. 3-6 inches THEY say. We’ll see. It was 70 degrees at 5 am today, so it probably won’t stay too long.

I’m going to enjoy it….

I was about to give up. I’ve committed to working out at the crack of asshole tomorrow. BTW that’s 6:30 a.m. to those in E.S.T. and beyond. So, I go out front one last time and give my best

“Kittykittykitty—-STORRRRRRRMY—Kittykittykitty“

yeah. Like that EVER works.

Lock the front door, look at the kittens and Mama in the back and I see this ginormous paw come thwacking down in the air and VOILA!

que Stormy “the bird” Soprano.

The kids are pissed cuz they’re outside.

Stormy is enormously happy that he’s in and they’re out.

I won’t have to cancel the second surgery with this vet who’s never met us. (recommended highly by a dear friend. No worries.)

All this after I’ve given 9 bucks to a site called justanswer.com where, for a nominal fee, experts will answer your question RIGHT NOW!!! And yeah, she (the vet who answered) pretty much said, no go. He’ll vomit and die. Flop.

I’ve put away the food and water. I’m bringing in the litter box. To beddy bie I go.

Mother of the year? prolly not. Mother of the week? I’m definitely in the running.

He’s gone again. The cat took off and is nowhere to be found and he has surgery scheduled for 10am. I’ve been googling my fool head off trying to figure out what exactly would happen if he did happen to eat tonight…apparently he could vomit while under the juice and could die.

mother of the freakin year.

I think I’ll still take him in….even if it’s just for shots, and tell the vet the story and if they need to keep him until the next day (when by the way, we’re due a huge ice/snow storm. fuck. ) then so be it.

I totally freakin suck at this getting my kid to the doctor thing. . .

And here I was watcing the view today, thinking I could adopt a kid.

say it with me….

THE HELL????

I am a failure as a mother. This morning, my big fat adopted stray boy cat, Stormy “the bird” Soprano was going to the vet. Getting the balls chopped and all the shots he ever needed, check for worms, mites and other things that gross me out completely. The vet was very kind and specific…No food or water after midnight.

Wellllllll.

My cats don’t sleep inside, for reasons too dramatic and lengthy to go into. So my plan was, to just keep Stormy inside last night after he came in to eat and play. Easy plan. Simple. SHUT THE DOOR.

wellllllllll…

He escaped. Phil stayed up until the wee hours and he never showed. There was a torrential thunderstorm around that time and still, a no show. That little fucker knew he was heading to the guillotine and pulled a Houdini.

Meanwhile, I’m awake about every five minutes, worrying, fretting, wondering if that was the last time I’ll ever see him…Horrible mother horrible mother horrible mother.

Hell no. Open a can of his favorite moist food in the morning and here he comes. Trotting as kingly as he can, and he’s not wet. He took cover in some secret kitty juke joint that needs a special knock and a password meow. Well, I’m so happy to see him I pay no notice to the fact that he’s stuffing his face with the food…

“no food or water after midnight”

If we hadn’t blown it last night, we sure knocked it out of the park this morning.

Flop.

I called the vet to reschedule for in the morning. I think he heard me because he’s been using the baby kittens as batting practice and flouncing and pouncing this morning like he’s been assigned a hit, mob kitty that he is. Ugh.

I suck.

Am trying something new today. Am trading services. I got a massage for my birthday earlier this month, and the therapist was amazing. Turns out she needs a hairstylist and we agreed to barter out services! So, she’s on her way over at 3 for a haircut, and then later this evening, I’m getting a massage! We’ll see how it goes, but I have to tell ya, after this Thanksgiving week, I’m in great need of a rubdown!

This Thanksgiving holiday was a big fat letdown in so many ways, that I almost feel guilty for stating it. It is usually my FAVORITE holiday. Food. All carbs, no guilt. wine. friends. no presents to worry about buying and wrapping. My house feeling homey and full. . . not so much this year.

This year it felt empty.

My mom and stepdad have moved to Arkansas, in with my sis, while their house is being built. My dad has decided for the second time in my life to destory the family, so he was at my sisters and my stepmom was in Nebraska with her family. Mom and Burl did come here and for awhile I tossed the idea of doing the meal here. They really came home to be with his family on Thursday night for that meal, so we decided to do a brunch and nix the meal plan. Phil’s daughter and her boyfriend came over for about an hour for some brunch then went to her mom’s for the day of eating.

All of this was fine. Got up, watched the parade and dog show, had yummy mimosas, called/texted most everyone I knew, napped, cooked the food to take to the stepfamily meal. Fine.

We got over to the house, full of people…this is a big family folks. about 20 adults and about 8 children ages 11 and under. LOUD. not enough room to sit. ugh. NO one talks to us for the first hour we’re there. Us being Phil and myself. I try to chit chat, and my step sis in law pisses me off. That’s what I get for trying to chit chat. As we eat, the kids get louder, and scream and run and roughhouse more and more. My nerves are frazzled, Phil looks like a cat trapped in a corner…we’re outta there. But wait! One more last jab of rudeness and annoyance from the sister in law. BAM.

That was the door closing on us. ugh. We headed right to our bar. But it was busy, and smokey(you can still smoke in bars in Oklahoma) and loud, everyone escaping their families and cutting loose. Not what I wanted. Nothing was the way it was supposed to be.

The next day, mom gets on the phone and talks with my dad who is the freakin hero at my sisters house. My sis is deadsick with the pregger sickness. That sucks. I hate that for her. But my mom is on the phone, just chummy as can be with the superhero who ” if he couldn’t be there to help, there was just no way I could come here” grrrrrrreat. Nevermind he is a liar and a cheater. No problem. Go Team Ra Ra Ra fucking Ra.

No leftover turkey sandwiches with miracle whip and white bread. No cold dressing. No pie.
It was dismal and weary and i didn’t even get to put in my favorite Thanksgiving movie, Home for the Holidays.

Having said all that, I now say this.

Being an adult is liberating. For all it’s responsibilites, and the crap that comes along with it, it is liberating.

There will be no more step family celebrations. Even if it’s just Phil and myself, we’ll be doing Thanksgiving here. Or maybe in Arkansas when the house gets built and we have a room to stay in. Maybe. I was so bleagh, I didn’t even want to Christmas my house…bedridden with the ba-humbgs and the why bother’s. That changes tomorrow. This is my house, my celebrations. and even though my friends are scattered across the world, and my family is too, and the family I still have here is blown to bits, life goes on. Tomorrow we tinsle till we drop.

I am thankful that this holiday is over. I want the bad taste in my mouth to go away. I am thankful that I am an adult who can make her own choices. I choose me and mine. I am thankful for my friends who I connected with on Thursday, wherever they were. I am thankful that I am liberated.

FREEEEEEEDOM!!!!

One can only wonder. . . who’s idea was it to give OJ Simpson the spotlight again. A book deal. A tv interview. A title. . . “IF I DID IT”
I know the big wig at Fox has cancelled it, and called it an error in judgement (NO SHIT LAMAR) but for me, for a lot of people, it’s too little too late.

A HUGE shout out and universal high five to the American Public, for saying NO.

NOT. ONE. MORE. TIME.

now, if we could just collectivly shout GO AWAY, things would be pretty good.

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and i don’t know how to make it so her blog shows up bright and shiney in the text and you can click on it and it takes you there so here it is.

117hudson.blogspot.com

and I totally forgot to say that I very blatently stole this tree photo off of my soulmates blog.