Our visa has been approved. Now he gets to run around like a chicken with his head cut off getting his stuff ready while I run around like a chicken with my head cut off getting our stuff ready.

My wedding dress came today. I must say I’m glad my first choice wasn’t available because I really like this one. It’s purple of course.

I found out today that we might be able to pay a little extra to have someone come out to the house to marry us. Good for me cos most of my stress was coming from having to drive somewhere in January to get married. Safer for all concerned if we don’t have to do that.

And apparently marriage licenses are much cheaper here than in Kansas. That’s good to know too.

First, we got the papers in and now we play the waiting game for Tweeky’s visa. It’s gonna be a long wait.

Second, after trying 3 times, Kehra is now registered to vote. Go me.

Third, guess who got a promotion? woot! I go to the billing department July 7. No more stupid customers, yay!

Fourth, kids are at daddy’s now…boo I’m trying not to miss them too much. We got pictures taken but I think Tweeky needs to post those as he has them digitalized and stuff and I don’t. (That was a hint.)

UPDATE: Pictures!!! P.S. Don’t complain about the layout…the gallery thingy sucks.

2. Tweeky is going to be here on Wednesday! (and we are about to have some very fucked up snowstorms in the next couple days o.o )

Then on the bright, sunny day (well it was actually cloudy and cool) of November 17, 2003, everything changed. Primitive Kehra was able to join the modern man (Tweek) and venture into the wide world of credit. And she found what a disaster had really befallen her.

However, there was a light side to the dismal place she now found herself in. For with the troll gone, she was able to pay her bills on time. And to date, has only been late once in all those 4 1/2 years. Once. And that was when she hadn’t had a job for 4 months and Kehra was a bleak being.

In all those 4 1/2 years, she fought with the evil Sears company for dominion over her credit scores. She battled and denied because the troll was supposed to handle it and didn’t (surprise). And there was much anger. They fought and fought with poor Kehra and made sure her score was updated regularly with the evil problem that was no longer hers.

And then…on February 19, 2008…modern Kehra reached into her credit score and found:

There was no Sears.

And there was much rejoicing. “Yay.”

P.S. I don’t mind being immature at this point and giving a big fat F- You to the assholes. HA! Okay I’m done.

Really? That’s amazing.

Me? Oh, I’m okay….

Guess who got an appointment with a lawyer for next Wednesday?

Woot!

Okay so I’m only going in to find out what it is we need to get started, what kind of work is going to need done, etc. Nothing is actually gonna happen then. But it’s a start. Finally. Course now I’m gonna have Tweeky running around like a chicken with his head cut off to get us paperwork and things.

One morning last week I woke up and didn’t have a problem with the fact that it was 5am. Just…all of a sudden. It was weird. Not that I’m complaining. Only thing I can complain about is that in order not to feel tired I have to go to bed at 9pm. That kinda sucks. But the kids are in bed by then so I suppose all is well in that regard.

And you know everything you put into a web form? Yeah we read those. Make sure yours are easy to read and not perverted. Thanks. (I do enjoy that job even though I’ve got the new responsibility freakout what do I really do problem right now)

Found a little spot on my desk where I can put together the smaller puzzles, so I’ve been doing that. I like puzzles. Unfortunately I have found that most of my puzzles are bigger than 19×19…bah.

Time to go to work, huzzah.

I (heart) the iPod shuffle Tweeky got me for Christmas. (it’s purple)

I (heart) the PS2 the kids got for Christmas. (I can finally play the one game I have from back in the day)

I (heart) the electronic version of The Game of Life I surprisingly got. (it uses cards and NO PEGS!!!)

I (heart) being able to sleep in for 4 days, even though I woke up Christmas morning with a brain shattering sinus headache I carried all day.

I (heart) being able to get off work during daylight hours, even though I’m tired all the time cos I have to get up at 5am. (and I get to work an hour overtime in the morning guilt free)

[Note: Cicadas and Marriage are Tests in A Tale in the Desert]

Tweek says:
How are you finding it?
Kehra says:
I like it
Kehra says:
but then I find guild wars much more interesting than wow
Kehra says:
and most of it has to do with the graphics
Tweek says:
GW needs to be more fluid
Tweek says:
WoW is fluid, I can go pretty much anywhere I can jump it doesn’t feel stiff like GW does
Kehra says:
what do you mean fluid?
Kehra says:
well maybe 2 will be better for you
Tweek says:
Yeah I was pondering that
Kehra says:
but I like this as it is, I can enjoy the navigation despite it’s limits
Kehra says:
that’s why I think you might like atitd
Kehra says:
in fact I expect you’d really enjoy cicadas
Kehra says:
you have to hunt for the cages
Kehra says:
and they will likely be in remote areas out in the middle of nowhere or around the edge of the map
Kehra says:
we’re pretty much in the middle
Tweek says:
hehe
Kehra says:
and even though you can’t jump or go over mountains in many areas (the really hard to get to parts are where they put the cages) you have a LOT of map to go through
Kehra says:
after you get ram we should get married
Kehra says:
then I wouldn’t have to guild every damn thing I make
Tweek says:
ok
Kehra says:
and I say get more ram because we will have to find an altar and we need witnesses
Tweek says:
I can see it on Digg now digg.com/offbeat_news/My_GF_Wont_Marry_Me_Till_I_Get_RAM
Kehra says:
LOL
Kehra says:
I am so blogging that right now

Since money has been very tight lately, I haven’t had a chance to take the kitten to the vet yet. Even though it’s my cat now, every name I picked kept getting vetoed by the mother. So I decided in the end to say screw it and I’m calling it Kitara if it’s a girl. That way she can just yell kitty and not feel stupid.

Points to anybody (but Tweek) who knows where that name came from. I know Tweek knows.

Both kids are now in their respective Scouts. My son finally got into boy scouts and he’s been to two meetings. Got him most of his little things he needs for his uniform, finally got his shirt last night and spent that time and some this morning sewing on the various patches he needs because his meeting was today.

He’s been selling popcorn and doing a fair job of it too. Not sure when the cookies start selling, as I haven’t seen anybody peddling in years, at least they don’t peddle to me.

That’s pretty much all I have.

1. I got my wisdom teeth plus one pulled. 2. I got a new kitty.

I went to the dentist Thursday as scheduled and they did all those x-rays and crap to me, told me what I already knew about my teeth and one problem area that I didn’t. Then he was like “well first I want to get those teeth out so we can start working on making your gums better.” Apparently the degrading teeth were irritating my gumline and making bad things happen. He said we could slow or possibly stop the bleeding that I have had for years when I floss. He did say that a small percentage of people will bleed regardless. I pointed out that people have been bitching at me in the dentist office for years thinking I don’t floss when I do, just because of the bleeding they think I don’t.

Anyway so I go up front to make the appointment and it turns out they can do it the very next day, which is apparently unheard of. I have to go to an oral surgeon for this. Problem is, I wasn’t scheduled off for Friday. They said next available would be November. Um okay…so I guess I’m either going to get tomorrow off regardless or be fired just to get my teeth pulled. Oh, and with insurance it’s gonna cost $493 up front.

WHAT????

That’s what I have insurance for! I’m on a freaking tight budget. That’s crap. Anyway, mom said she’d help and we’d work something out later. So I call work and my supervisor is like oh it’s okay it happens. Apparently she’s had four teeth pulled and it’s not fun.

For the next 12 hours I get to listen to everyone I tell about this tell me how horrible it is. Gee thanks guys. So I go in there, and I’ve had surgery before so I know kinda what to expect. It was pretty much what I thought, except they made me watch a video. When she turned it on she was like most of this won’t apply to you. (Then why do I have to watch this crap?) So the dentist comes in who is going to be doing the stuff, tells me what’s up with my teeth (and why the video didn’t apply to me). Apparently the involved teeth are nowhere near nerve lines or sinus cavities. It should be no problem to get them removed, etc.

So they put me out, and get it done, and when I wake up I’ve got cotton in my mouth, can’t feel the entire bottom half of my face, and taste blood. I was out of it (not much more than usual ) but not in a lot of pain. The only tooth I could still feel was the extra one cos it was on top and away from the others. It did hurt a bit, but I didn’t care (woot pain meds).

They told me to have something to eat right away, soft stuff of course. So we go nearby and I get a shake. With or without the gauze in my mouth it’s impossible to eat the shake, but it was good, so I took it home. It took several hours for the bleeding to slow enough for me to take the gauze out of my mouth but I was sure glad when I could do that. My bottom lip felt about 10 times bigger than it really was, and naturally that was the last bit to stop being numb so I couldn’t really eat anything without spilling it until I could feel it again.

Even once I stopped being numb there wasn’t much pain involved. There still isn’t really. The extra tooth hurts but they stitched that one and they didn’t stitch the others. Can’t open my jaw too wide cos it hurts when I do, probably because they had it pried open really far to work. One of my bottom teeth hurt a little but then the pain meds got rid of it all. The pain was aggravating my allergies but when I took the pain meds it mostly went away. I actually feel pretty good today. It’s going to take me some time to get used to the missing teeth, and I’m talking like Famke Janssen.

As far as the second thing goes (you remember that right? the kitten?), the neighbor came up with a little black kitten and said she just found it. She was going to keep it, but never gave it a name. Naturally it spent most of it’s time over here cos it gets fed. Well when it spent a straight week over here sleeping in one of the lawn chairs we have out on the back porch, and it started to get cold, mom thought sooner or later if they don’t come looking for it she’s gonna have to let it inside. She was gonna go talk to the neighbor see if she even wanted the kitten first cos she didn’t want to step on any toes.

Well yesterday, before my appointment, we got the opportunity to go over. I told mom I’d take it cos she’s got more than enough cats to deal with (try 7 or 8, I lost count). The neighbor said she wasn’t concerned if we wanted it that was fine, at least it’d have a good home. So mom brought it in and my cat of course hates it, but he hates everybody. It seemed afraid to explore so I said I’d keep it in my room overnight to start the process and keep it away from the other cats just in case while we’re asleep.

That cat…it is more of an attention hog than my daughter. ALL night it was up, ALL night it wanted petted. If I fell asleep, it’d nose me to keep going. I didn’t of course. Finally I found the little toy mouse I’d brought up for it to play with and got it distracted enough to let me sleep.

We’re not sure if it’s a girl or boy as black male cats drop late. So I’m hesitant to say it’s a boy or a girl or give it a name. Gonna wait till we get it to a vet that can tell us for sure.

I knew long before he left that it would be the hardest time yet. Sometimes you can just tell by how things are going, even how it feels within the first week how it will go when it ends. I wish I knew how that worked. But anyway…I knew it was gonna be bad.

I wasn’t wrong. Usually it takes me a couple of days to get used to things enough to stop being outwardly upset at all times. It seems the passport incident kept things buried long enough for his flight to be called, then all hell broke loose. I haven’t stopped being on the verge of tears or crying since. Most times after day 9 I’ve run out of “He was here just last week” which helps keep me miserable and I can start getting better (if you can call it that) and dealing with being alone again. Last time I think it took me three weeks in all to bury it again.

It’s guaranteed to be longer this time. I feel just as bad now as I did when he left. The kids had just started school and getting the homework piled on which always takes getting used to anyway…and they weren’t happy he was gone, so they were acting up (and still are). Getting crappy people at work (not co-workers) and other things on top of all that, this last week has really sucked. Industrial strength vacuum cleaner times five sucked.

So yeah, I’m at the end of my rope. At least I get to swing.