I have a chipmunk cheek

And it's SUPER attractive.
Started getting a little soreness above one of my teeth last week, and it elevated to pain, which turned into a swollen cheek and gums above the tooth last night.
Stupid thing isn't even good enough to get me out of work.
Life can be so unfair sometimes.
Anyway, I went to the dentist today and got a prescription for pain killers and for antibiotics. They can't really even do anything until I am less swollen. I have an appointment to talk to another dentist about either getting a root canal or pulling the tooth completely on Wednesday. Wednesday is a very busy day for me at this point.
I scheduled an open house that night for emagineGreen. I'm hoping to keep it very casual, just chat with the people that come and see what they think of the company. Well, I also have a nail appointment that day, and now a dentist appointment. It's funny too that I was scheduled that day as well, but someone picked up my shift.
So, work.
I'm sure that it's no secret that I have been unhappy about work. That was actually getting worse because of the schedule I have been getting. I finally forced myself to talk to someone about it on Wednesday of last week, and she told me that I'd have to talk to two others.
This is the part where I get a headache that lasted for most of last weekend.
So I knew that the next night the people that I needed to talk to were going to be there and I went and spoke to the head of HR first, while on my break. I told her the truth.
"I obviously misunderstood things when I took this job. I thought I was taking a job that was Monday through Friday. Off at 3pm at the latest. Weekends and nights with my kids. I am just not happy. With the nights I keep getting, I don't get to see the twins at all. I only see my oldest son four days a month, and the thought that I would miss half of those days (at least) makes me really upset."
Anyway, the talk went well. She asked me if I had tried to change my availability (I had and was turned down because I had been there less than 90 days). So she said that she would take care of that for me. She understood how I felt about the hours, etc. I was actually shocked that it went so well. I had been prepared for being turned down and needing to give my notice.
Actually, the thought of going back into retirement was pretty exciting.
But I will certainly be happier to have the hours I thought I was going to have when I took the job in the first place.
Um, what else?
I have most of next week off, and I am SO looking forward to it. I have been so stressed out and wound up lately. I'm not getting my scrapbooking done and it's killing me. I hate feeling so behind on things that people are expecting from me.
I am just pooped.
Gonna go for now, but I'm scheduled to work long days through Sunday (UGH!). Hopefully I won't be too long with an update.

I owe you more...

but this is all I have time for right now.
This

Death Wore a Feathered Mullet

and this

HCwDB

Good funnies.

Way too much crap going on this week, but hopefully I'll have the time and patience tomorrow to catch y'all up on the goings on around here.

Oh, the issues.

I think I'll just go ahead and do a week recap.
I feel like I have been running for so long, but in reality I had two days off in the middle of the week this week. They did try to call me in one day at about 3pm to come in for a 4pm shift. I kindly explained that I was still in my jammies and wouldn't be able to make it there in time and ready to go.
I use the sad truth to make people laugh.
I didn't want to work anyway, so I guess my laziness and depression combined to really hook me up and keep me from having to go in.
On Monday of last week I worked doing the job they hired me for and then ended up subbing for a bunco game at my neighbor's house. It was fun and I even sold some jewelry. It's hard to get me out of the house, but I do enjoy myself (especially when I only have to walk a couple of houses away from home).
On Thursday I had to work cashiering from 3:30-8:30pm (suck!) and I ended up going to a meeting at the headquarters for a new direct sales company called emagineGreen. I think I am like a lot of people out there that want to be more green and do things that will help protect the environment, but I also like my SUV and I like showering and shaving my legs :) The concept with the company is that we do want to make a difference, and they will tell us how to do things. No forcing you to become a smelly hippy, just information and products. So, I decided to sign with them for a few reasons.
1. It wasn't a huge investment.
2. There are no minimums to meet (unless you decide to start recruiting and want to be paid a commission on your downlines' sales).
3. The products were great.
I got my kit yesterday and have been really reading all the info about the products as well and the info about the things you can do to make a difference. They even sell a little kitchen composting system that I want to try. I got to use my reusable shopping bags today and they are awesome! Most of the reusable ones you can buy for a buck at the store are actually made out of petroleum (just like regular plastic bags) and even though they are reusable, you can't wash them and they are just as bad as a plastic bag when you toss them out. I love these ones because they roll up small and I can toss the whole set of five in my purse. I like to forget to bring my reusable bags into the store, so these are nice. I'm already driving Glen crazy with it. I have been nagging him for a while about ho bad it is to buy bottled water, and now I am telling him how it takes 7 bottles of water just to make each plastic bottle and blah blah blah. Yeah. He's being good about humoring me, but I know he's tired of hearing me back up my usual nagging with actual facts and statistics.
Okay. Anyway, I got up, went to this meeting in Scottsdale, rushed home (going through a drive through on the way), ate, changed into work clothes and went to work. Literally didn't see the twins at all that day.
Worked again on Friday, and knew that I had to come home and gather up all the crap I was taking to sell at the outdoor boutique on Saturday. I could have done this on my days off, but I was too busy being depressed about going back to work to be productive. I needed to get this shade canopy thing from my parent's house so out the whole family went at 8:30 at night. (I worked then had a nail appointment, then came home and had dinner). We also drove through the bank and put gas in the suburban (which only cost $60 to fill up by the way. WOOHOO!) So I get home and gather up the stuff I need and Glen puts it in the car and I get to bed late, as usual. Having trouble sleeping again.
Now, I got up Saturday morning and noticed that it seemed a little breezy. Well, breezy turned into a freaking tornado. I couldn't set up half of what I brought because it kept blowing into the street (we were in a parking lot at a park). So, my displays were non-existent. Lemme tell ya, people LOVE digging around to look at stuff...NOT. There was a lot going on and it was a nice bunch of different vendors. The Scentsy lady was selling crap like crazy, and some of the other peeps seemed to be doing pretty well too. There was a Sashay person there too and I totally wish I could have sold that stuff and actually made some money. Oh, and that shade thing I went out of my way to pick up on Friday night? Too windy to set it up.
At the end of the day, I paid the $15 fee to be in the boutique (not bad), another $15 to cover the fee for my bounced $15 check (yeah, I had the money, but it was in my purse, not in the bank). I sold $0 worth of products and projects. I got the most sickening sunburn you've ever seen. I mean that too, it's awful. I need to take a picture and it will burn you through the screen, it's that blinding. Anyway, cost me $30 and I sold nothing, got a sunburn that I am literally ill from, BUT I won the two drawings I entered! I got a gift basket from the very nice Mary Kay girl that was at the table behind me, and I won a spray tan from the couple that just opened up the massage/tan place around the corner from my house. So, $85 worth of prizes. Can't complain about that! Plus the people who's drawings I entered were the only ones that I really talked to and they were so nice. The couple with the massage place has fraternal boy twins named (get this) Aaron and Adam. And their last name is Cooper. Is that not freaky? For those of you that don't know, my maiden name is Cooper, and my brothers are Aaron, Adam and Andrew.
Was that just a run-on paragraph or what?
I really need to get back to working on some things around here. I'll be back to catch you up on anything else I magically remember. (Don't hold your breath waiting for that to happen, though).

Ok, how about this?

I do have a lot on my mind and a lot that I've been meaning to blog about, but have been letting the depression get the best of me the last couple of days.
So, here's the deal.
I'm gonna go ahead and at least post my layouts for Scrap City this month (which I like to forget to do), then I'll be back soon with an actual post.
K?
The first two are based on sketches from Page Maps (which is an amazing place to go for inspiration, by the way).



The last on was just supposed to be our own design with an addiction as the subject. No, I didn't choose scrapping as my addiction, I chose the supply shopping. It seems to be a pretty common addiction. Some of us just like pretty things, and scrappy supplies come in all kinds of sparkle and pattern. Easy to get addicted.
Be back soon!

I'm reminded of an episode of the Simpsons...

I have seen the story about how people are hurrying up and buying up guns because we'll have a Democrat in the white house in a couple of months. I've seen the story A LOT. Every time I do I'm reminded of an episode of The Simpsons where Homer tries to buy a gun and is told that there's something like a three day waiting period and he says,

"Three days?!!! But I'm angry NOW!!!"

It makes me laugh.
Well, the bowling birthday party went pretty well today, and pretty dang quickly too. It would have been nice if we'd had someone that could watch Tucker, but my dad helped out and took him away from the lanes and over to the game area. The twins were very proud of themselves every time they hit anything. Thank goodness for bumpers!
I am actually working on a project today! Hard to believe, I know. I have a few things that I HAVE to get done here pretty soon, so hopefully in the next week or so I'll have some goodies to share. I also have a boutique thing going on next week, so hopefully I can make myself get some things done before that. Last year I sold almost nothing at this one, but it only costs $15 so I thought I would try again. I was doing two boutiques at the same time last year and all my finished stuff was at the other one so I didn't have it available to sell to these people.
Anyway, Brenden is playing the cello for us, so I suppose I should be listening better than I am right now.

Turd Ferguson. It's a funny name. Heh.

Name that SNL skit (it's one of my favs)
I have been calling Tucker Turd Ferguson for a while now, but he's given me all new reasons for it today. We had his appointment with the audiologist (the specialist we were referred to about his speech delay and possible hearing problem). Yeah, he's totally fine.
No issues.
No problems on any of the tests.
Passed it all with flying colors.
Turd Ferguson.
I was willing to do the testing just in case there was something wrong. It's not like I'm upset that he doesn't have a hearing problem. I diagnosed him myself some time ago.
He has a case of the turd/booger disease, where he enjoys being a turd/booger, and he has a mean case of the baby of the family syndrome, where he just does whatever the hell he wants, whenever the hell he wants to.
This was made very clear to me when he decided to not be born until 2 days after he was due.
Again, Turd Ferguson.
So, we have to keep working with him. Read to him (which he actually enjoys and all my other boys hated sitting still for), etc.
Does anyone out there besides me find it funny that he has no interest in trying to talk, but likes to copy me if I make animal sounds?
He's just lucky that he's so damn cute.

Because I too am Klassy. With a capital "K"

That's something Chelsea Handler said in her Playboy 20 questions interview. Well, not exactly what she said, but the "klassy with a capital "K"" was all her.
I want to talk about my roots for a moment. No, not the ones that are getting a tad out of control on my scalp (not going in until right before Thanksgiving). I'm talking about where I come from. Just a quick Klassy story about my mom for you. The subject came up on Facebook recently. My poor friend J has had the pleasure of knowing me since we were in junior high together. She knows the fam. The crazy, crazy fam. My mom is known for her potty mouth. She has a tendency to say things that aren't always appropriate. (gee, wonder where I get that from?) Anyway, she has this tendency to say things that the children should maybe not hear. Things like "sloppy seconds."
She has been informed that any and all calls home from school regarding inappropriate language coming from any of her grandsons will be forwarded to her.
She currently has seven grandsons (my youngest two brothers don't have any kids yet). That is going to mean a lot of calls for her.

Thank you, Jeebus

A few things.
America is not going to become any more socialist than it already is. If you want to, start calling yourself a socialist. Public schools? Socialist concept (among many other things we expect from our government). Anyway, calm the eff down.
Taxes will not go up for you (unless you make more than $250 grand a year). If they do? Blame your psycho hero Bush who ran up our country's debt over $10 TRILLION dollars. How are people that run up credit card debt to buy stuff any worse than a president that runs up trillions of dollars of debt to go to war (not that he's spending any of that money on troops and the things they and their families need)?
Again with Bush. How can you be worried about your world and finances crashing down on you? Are you not awake right now? Do you not see the financial situation that the entire world is in? Guess who was president while that happened? If you don't think that any of it is his fault, why would it be Obama's? I really don't get the whole Chicken Little thing the Republicans have going on with it being the end of the world because their candidate didn't win. Things are VERY BAD in this country right now. Bush has done a horrible job as president. Yes, the economy was great there for a while. Remember what started that? 9-11. If left up to him and that party the rich would just keep on getting richer at the expense of the poor. I'm not all for the whole "spread the wealth" thing. I understand the fear when you hear that, but AGAIN, none of you are rich. I'm sorry to say it. Wish we all could be, but we're not. The rich people that would be affected are the ones making millions, well, hundred of millions of dollars a year. Do these people really need huge tax breaks? I personally don't think that they do.
Should you start saving your pennies in your mattress? Um, calm the hell down. (That's a no, by the way).
Worried about the government getting in your business all of the sudden? Do you even watch the news? Good Lord! Hello? Wiretaps? Gay marriage amendments? The repubs are all up in your business and have been for years. Why are you suddenly not okay with that sort of thing?
Okay, I have heard so much ridiculous and paranoid rambling in the last 24 hours I can't even keep track of it.
McCain gave a great concession speech, and made a lot of great points. Hell, even crazy 'ol Hasselbeck said that she would support our new president because it is her duty as an American. It is. Whether or not you agree with the majority of America that elected Obama, you are a part of the America that he will be heading up here in a couple of months. Things will only get better for all of us if we work together as a nation to make them better. Being an ass isn't going to make anything better for anyone. I hope that things get better sooner rather than later, but Obama has a pretty freaking giant bunch of messes to clean up. I know that it can be done, but if it doesn't happen within 10 seconds of him taking office it's not because he's an evil left-wing socialist...whatever.
Well, crap. Baby is hungry.
Gotta go.

Just freaking the eff out. That's all.

Holy crap am I miserable.
Got another schedule for work on Friday. Now they're scheduling me to cashier. Because I was told that they didn't really want me working other shifts until I finished my first 90 days in the position they hired me for, I didn't even consider that they might start doing this. When I said that I can't work one of the shifts they gave me and that I had no idea that they would start scheduling me like this without saying anything first, I was told that I could put the shift (8 hours on a Saturday when I have a boutique to sell at) on the board where people can go when they want to pick up shifts. I just get to hope that someone wants to spend their Saturday there. Otherwise I'm screwed. I signed up for and paid for a spot in this boutique a couple of months ago. Was hoping to make a little money. So anyway, even though I was told that I wasn't really supposed to be working other shifts when I got hired, it's okay for them to just schedule me without any notice because I have open availability. I totally don't know what to do. We won't know for a while whether we're going to be able to work something out to keep our house. I feel like I'm walking around on high alert at all times. I'm sick to my stomach, I can't concentrate, I don't sleep well, then I want to sleep all day because I'm not sleeping well at night. I'm stressed because I'm not doing things I should be doing and want to be doing. There are things I could be doing/making to sell to bring in a little extra money, but I'm just paralyzed with the stress and depression. The idea that I only get to see Brenden four days a month, and that I will be missing out on who knows how many of those days because I might be cashiering is really upsetting me.
Just freaking out. Same old, same old, I guess. I need to get in to see the naturopath and talk to her about things. I'm hoping that she'll have something that might help me. I know that I should probably go back on the anti-depressants, but I'd just like to avoid that if I can.
But you already know that.
Oh my gosh, I just want to be done with this crap.
How about a pic of Darth "rashy" Vader?

This was before we were ready to go outside. By we, I don't mean Tucker. He's throwing a fit because he is ready to GO.