YES, I'M PREGNANT!!!!!

I'm entering my 11th week, due June 18th.
Yes, I'm fine, other than some morning pukes. Blixx knows and is fine too.
Shocker...yes. Happy...yes.

My mother still doesn't know so you CT folks keep this under wraps until after Thanksgiving if you wouldn't mind. She's gunna flip her lid.

I've quit smoking - cigs and otherwise. I have to get healthy.

There's big news a-coming fellow bloggers. Sit tight cuz this is gunna be a doozie. I can't spill the beans just yet, cuz all interested & involved parties haven't been informed but it's not something you'd expect from a girl like me, that's for sure. Oh yeah, big changes are in the winds.

Greetings all!
I'm doing ok. I read a book yesterday and cleaned both the kitchen and livingroom. Today I've send my resume out twice, paid some bills and looked into some budgeting issues. I contacted unemployment ( gotta wait for severence to end before that kicks in) and contacted Monster cuz they screwed me on vacation pay. I even remembered my Aunt's birthday and got a card. Now I'm off to the bank and post office, then I'll spend the afternoon painting our ceiling fan in the livingroom white.
Yep, keeping busy is the key. I can't let myself turn into a sloth couch potato - at least not every day!
Poor Bounce keeps IMing me asking where stuff is or how I used to do that...and I'm like sorry chickie but go ask your boss cuz I'm really not feeling too helpful lately. I don't want to be mean to her, but I'm not on the payroll any more so they can kiss my lily white.
Thanks to everyone who called or wrote me an e-mail. Your kind words are appreciated. I'm ok and we'll be ok. Thanks!

Chynakatt has joined the world of unemployed. I was laid off today. I get 4 weeks severance & my health insurance continues for 30 days, but after that it's SCREWED! I was so glad that Blixx was home this afternoon, although on his way out to work (which I'm glad for too!) so he could give me a giant hug.
It's for the best, I know that. I'll find something bigger and better. They cut me and Quietboy...and left Bounce to do everything! She's the one who's been literally begging to get laid off. I guess it really does pay to have big tits and a flat tummy. The irony stings. Off to finish the job search then check out General Hospital.

Sorry I haven't blogged in a while, but honestly not a lot blog worthy has been going on. I've been working at work (which I guess is new) and getting the house ready for the party on Saturday. Got Blixx some kick ass gifts - I think he'll be pleased.

Rioux is a little satan spawn bastard who has no concept of consequences and STILL hasn't learned what the word NO means. He's cute as a bug though, which keeps him alive. All the cats are getting along well. Koya still has an attitude and she can just look at him and he'll leave her alone - power of suggestion. Maybe I should take lessons from her.

I can't wait to see everyone this weekend and to catch up. It's going to be a good one, I can feel it. I'm out in a few minutes today and took Monday off for recovery. When you stop to think about it, the party is going to last through Sunday cuz there's a Pats game which means the drinking will start all over again.

Do I have a drinking problem? Nope, no problem drinking at all.

Peace all.

My New Philosophy

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was ull? They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous -- yes.

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and proceeded to pour their entire contents into the jar -- effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your children--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued "there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix things. "Take care of the rocks first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."

It was a nice weekend. Friday night we stayed close to home, as I was beat! Poor Grips had what we affectionately call a Groovy emergency. When his daughter V was 1 year old, we gave her a beenie baby bear called Groovy. She loves the little guy and drags him everywhere. Well, he turned up missing and nothing would calm her down. About a year ago we'd seen the same bear at the store and picked up a 'replacement Groovy.' Well, he called in a panic at 10pm on Friday begging us to toss the house and find it, because V was going balistic. As luck would have it, we were in fact able to locate it and save the day. Groovy got a makeover is all...he's no longer smelly and nasty but fresh out of the box new. Woo Hoo! She bought it!

I ended up going as a shooting star to that costume party...had a star on my shirt and bought a foam gun...when anyone asked what I was I shot them. It was pretty cool. Grips came over to our place after the party and hung out for a while.

Yesterday Blixx went over to Toad's to watch the game & I stayed home to clean up the house for the party. The weekends are so damn short when you're working full time, so I just had to get some stuff done. Too bad the game was so good that I didn't do squat until half time, but I managed to make some progress none the less. I've left Blixx a big old list of things to do this week to get ready - food is under control (thanks again Boogie Shoes!) and I should have at least most of my laundry out of the guest room so Tempest & Purge will have a place to crash. Jacknife is on the couch, unless we're able to get to the store and get a nice futon couch for the office like I wanted to.

Cleo actually licked and hung out with Rioux over the weekend. Koya still hasn't come around, but it's encouraging that they can all be in the same room now. Progress!

On my way home from work last night, Blixx called in a panic. “Bring home more candy!” Yep, our first Halloween as homeowners was a success. Other than the few roving bands of 15-year-old punks, there were some real cuties out there collecting candy. Blixx handed me a drink (it was green, we were in the spirit) when I came home…2 1/2 of these mixed drinks later I’m in my pj’s on the couch unable to move or speak intelligently. Good stuff…but I’m a little queasy today.

There is still far too much feline tension in my house. Cleo seems willing to talk about little Rioux, but Koya is dead set against him living to see another day. Much hissing and swatting going on, and the little guy taunts the bigger cats, then runs away. It’s amazing all the places he’s found to wedge himself…then stick his paw out to continue doing battle. He’s still cute and as far as I know still alive. We left all the doors open last night and there were no major catastrophes. Rioux slept in the bed between us and for a while Cleo even jumped up to her perch on my head, until she heard the kitten purring and had a little mental breakdown before taking off. Ug…4am I really don’t need to hear cats fighting.

We’re going to a costume party this weekend, at least for a little while. I don’t know what kind of scene it will be. I still don’t have a clue as to what I’ll dress up as, but my backup plan is to grab a “Hi, my name is…..” sticker from work and go as God. Or put a cook pot on my head…pothead!! Har Har Har!

Sunday is Pats vs Bills - or Brady vs Bledsoe. There are some serious bets going on around the office. I hope that the Pats rise above their recent SUCK playing and blow the Bill's away. Oh, it's good to dream...