You can call me... GRIMMJOW!

My daughter's been watching a lot of Bleach lately. She's not as far as Grimmjow yet (actually, she's only in season 3 I think, Aizen (Soul Society, pre Arrancar) just died). I dig it - I like Bleach, and it keeps my son occupied - you know, bright colours, loud, funny sounds. Haah.

Speaking of my son, the little butt hasn't been sleeping lately. He wakes up anywhere between midnight and 3am (his usual bedtime is between 7 and 8pm, depending on how long his daytime nap was), and staying awake for anywhere between one and 5 hours. Argh, this stage sucks. I'm thinking I may have to either make his bedtime later, or start going to bed with him so when he wakes up at ungodly:AM I can wake up with him and not be completely DEAD. Oh, and he's been refusing to eat certain foods, and throwing his food on the floor for the dogs, too. The foods he used to love? Floor. If he's not hungry? Floor. If he's feeling silly and wants to watch the dogs go nuts? Floor. RAWR!

I've been exhausted. I haven't been taking my anti-depressants because they knock me out, and I need to be able to be awake if my son wakes up. Usually his dad is pretty good about taking care of him when he's not at work, but on the occasions when he is, I don't want to be left screwed. Heh. So, I've been feeling pretty down lately. If I decide to start going to bed with him, I can start taking them again. Woo!

Minecraft. Is. The. Devil. I've been playing a LOT of it, and now I'm on a multiplayer server with some friends, and we're building everywhere on the map - home bases and Central City, which is going to be our cliffside town. All the home bases are connected to Central via minecart rails. It should be interesting seeing it all come to life. I'm building a castle on my home base, which is taking a really long time and a LOT of cobblestone and glass. It's ridiculous. The admin keeps giving me tools and mats because I run out so quickly. LOL.

My oldest has been really good about doing chores and helping around the house lately. Very few arguements and attitude. I'm very proud of her. She's doing so well. And she's so smart! If I haven't already said, she got straight A's her last quarter of school, and she made the President's Award for Educational Excellence for maintaining a 3.5GPA for 4th, 5th and 6th grades. She's AWESOME!

Hubby applied for a promotion at his job, but since he's been there for less than a year it's hard to say whether or not he'll get it. He's GOOD at his job, one of the best, but that timing thing, man... Hopefully he gets it though. O_O

That is all. I have nothing more to say right now.

Minecraft is balls.

I've been playing Minecraft for a week now, and it's one of the few PC games that I've been well and truly enjoying. I'm learning *very* quickly (I've already learned more about it than the person who introduced me to it, muahahaha), and it's fun to see all the terrain and figure what I could come up with to incorporate the natural landscape into homes and halls and etc. Unfortunately, in all this exploration, I hopelessly lost my spawn point, and can't just die and respawn because I'd lose *everything* I've been collecting... including sugar cane, which is really difficult to find. But Minecraft... STUPID minecraft... has been crashing on me today. A lot. I finally had to give it up for the morning and do other things.

My daughter has been giving us hell the past couple of days. Not sure what is going on with her, but she's been a royal brat; screaming at L, screaming at her dad, trying to "run away" at 5am, etc. It's gotten to the point where I'm tempted to lock her in her room for awhile. I think she genuinely felt bad about screaming at her dad though, which was yesterday morning, because yesterday evening while I was out with M, S took it upon herself to clean the rest of the house after she was done doing dishes. She took care of the living room floor, moved all the laundry in the hallway out of the way so I could get my gimpy ass through on crutches, and started working on her dad's corner. Had it mostly cleaned out by the time we got back from dinner.

L's been really helpful lately too. She's been doing nearly everything, and it sucks that I have to let her because I can't. Every time I try to do things for myself (or the kids), I end up hurting myself more. Hubby's no real help because he's either sleeping, working, or on his PC and generally ignoring the rest of us. It's doubly difficult for me now because I re-injured my foot this morning when I tripped and slammed it down on something hard, right at the injured point. Now I kind of have to start all over.

My youngest has been entertaining, and a pain in the butt, simultaneously. How does that even happen? He does things he's not supposed to do, he KNOWS he's not supposed to do them, and I find it hilarious sometimes. It's really hard not to laugh; sometimes I *do* laugh, then I get a stern look from someone-who's-not-me because laughing at him is only reenforcement of the thing he's not supposed to be doing in the first place. 'Sok though, really, because he's awfully good, regardless of the times he spends blatantly ignoring or disobeying us.

Hum. I think I'm done for now. I have some more personal stuff I want to write about, but I'm not sure if I want to write about it publically. O_O

Sproutalicious

Sprout has some of the weirdest people I've ever seen. God, kid shows are getting weird. (Then again... anybody remember You Can't Do That On Television? Hahahaha.)

So in avoiding putting pressure on my foot, I've managed to pull my left groin. It sucks, and hurts, but I guess it hurts less than walking on my foot, so I'd rather deal with this pain.

I think I'm too tired to blog right now, actually. More after my bloodstream is inundated with caffeine.

Really?

So I'm pretty sure L is insane. LOL. My darling housemate apparently feels it necessary to document a play-by-play of every hour in this (insanely busy) house. What is this I don't even...

Had to get together a bunch of pictures for my mom to take to my grandpa, who is currently in the hospital with pneumonia, and we're not sure how it's going to turn out; we wanted him to see pictures of the kids before anything happened to him. So, a frenzy of uploading and choosing and transferring to a flash drive.

My foot still fucking HURTS. Can't put any pressure on it, still, but at least it's reduced to a dull ache while it's up. Damn tendons, why do they even exist?! Our bodies should be held together by some magical, impenatrable force. O_O

Uh... I'm boring. Bye.

Purple Death

Let me preface this by saying: I HATE BARNEY. But, it's on Sprout, and it's only a half hour, and with my son watching Sprout and being occupied while I'm laid out, I don't feel like changing the channel. That would wreak a world of havoc I'd rather not have right now.

With that said... this morning has already been an active morning, and it's only 8:50. J woke up before 7, and was being really pissed off that he wasn't out of his crib immediately, so I was forced to drag my sorry ass out of bed and hop on one foot over to retrieve him. It was nearly an exercise in futility - I couldn't get close enough to the crib because the bedroom's messy, so my arms were super extended, and... man, my arms just aren't that strong. My upper body strength sucks! (Although, by the time I'm done with the crutches, I'll be able to bench press a damn bus. I'm not exactly a small girl.)

So, J gets up, gets set on the floor, and immediately begins his daily routine of terrorization. First thing he does is go straight to his sister's room, discover her door's open, and start messing with her art supplies. *RAWR!!!* So I'm yelling at him to put it down and come out, because I can't *get* to her room on crutches, and it wakes up L (who, conviently enough, sleeps on the couch). She comes to retrieve him and I go find S and yell at her how pissed off I am, and that I can't stop J from destroying her stuff so she needs to be more careful! Fortunately she understood and we still started out the morning fairly well.

S is ready for school and heads off (looking cuuuuuuuute, she looks so much older than her age sometimes), I clean last night's barbeque sauce out of the high chair and stick J in it, L gets his food, we put on Sprout, and aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, peace and quiet. Coffee, cigarettes, the internet, and a happy baby.

Life is simple, life is good.

Gamers Gaming

Gyoza, sushi and gaming. There couldn't possibly be a better 'relaxation with friends' night than that. Hung out with G, a friend of myself and M, for awhile before M got up; we went out to get the pre-game food, then M got up and we ate and played Sengoku Basara 3 for awhile. Well, it was mostly M and G playing because I just couldn't sit with my foot down long enough to play much, but I still had a blast.

I fucking love that game and I fucking love my friends. G has officially declared me a friend, which is awesome because I'm seriously lacking in the friend department lately. I just don't really have much in common with most of my old friends anymore, so we've drifted apart quite a bit. It's good to have more people around again.

L watched J while I went out with G, and I guess he was pretty good for the most part, but S was horrendous... I'll have to have a little chat with that child about showing the proper respect for authority figures. *shakes head* Oh the joys of adolescence!

Well... I've nothing more of substance to say, I s'pose. Just a good night. :)

The Gimp (part 2)

She calls me Captain Gimpy. It's not even my adolescent daughter calling me this... it's my housemate-caretaker L. WHAT THE FUCKETY FUCK?! Captain Gimpy? Really? LOL. Oh god, she's too much!