Thursday, July 9, 2009

Getting Closer to the Goal

Well, we may finally start to see some action for The Heir on the modeling, acting front. Tonight we went to an informational meeting with an agency in the area that represents kids in film, tv, and print work. They have stuff in the pipeline that The Heir could possibly get into. She has worked really hard since November. I know she's beyond ready to see some results from all of this. I'm proud of all the hard work and sacrifice she's made since this all started. I know it's going to pay off big for her. I keep telling her that this is an opportunity that could change her life in a way we never dreamed possible. I've always wanted to give The Heir and The Spare every opportunity I never had. Maybe we'll be seeing The Heir on the big screen before long. Everyone cross those fingers and stay tuned.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The Cat Needs A What?

I hate cats with a passion like no other. I'm allergic to them. And, of course, they know it the minute I walk in the door. If there's a cat anywhere in the house it will come at me like a bullet and wrap itself around me. The whole time I'm sitting stiff as a board praying the damn thing will go away. The cat just looks at me with it's evil cat eyes and seems to smile at my pain. As long as I don't touch them I don't have a problem. The minute a cat hair comes in contact with any part of my face it's over. Puffy eyes, running itchy nose, sneezing like there's no tomorrow. The Knight has a cat. A scruffy, irritating, indoor/outdoor cat. I hate it. I was told he would be moving in with someone else but I don't think that's going to happen. As with all of the feline persuasion, The Knight's cat knows I dislike him. He stares at me. He tries to get me to pet him. He sprawls across the bed when I'm trying to make it in the morning. The last couple of days he's had a cough. I thought it was a particularly bad hairball. But, as it got worse it became obvious that the cat needed a trip to the vet. This cat has never seen the inside of a vet. He was a stray The Knight's first wife picked up. Well, it seems the cat has asthma. Yes, blogosphere, asthma. Not cancer, or Feline Leukemia or diabetes. He has asthma. For the next 2 months, The Knight has to force feed a big old horse pill down it's throat every day. After that, a kitty inhaler. When I heard this I almost choked. A kitty inhaler? I had no idea something like that existed. Well, it does. A little tiny mask to put over it's nose and mouth. I can't believe it. And, of course, this thing is never going to die. The Knight and I will be pushing 90 and this darn cat is going to be walking around with an oxygen tank strapped to its back. Can I say it again? I HATE CATS!!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

It's Just Not Enough

Tonight my heart aches. Not for a lost superstar or the children he left behind. But, for a person so dear to me that I can't imagine living without him. All I have to give is my love and undying support but sometimes that is not enough. Hearing the pain and defeat in his voice makes tears well up inside me. I know how much he's already struggled. I know how much he wants his dreams for the 4 girls he loves so much to come true. I feel helpless. I pray to God for the power to wipe it all away so I can see that smile and hear that laugh again. He's such a good man. He has such a pure heart. He only wants to love and take care of his family. I love him dearly. He's my reason for living. All I want to do is ease his burden.  As I'm slowly wrapped in the silence of the night I reach out and ask God for one small miracle. Just one, so I can give back to this wonderful man all that he has already given me and my girls in the 5 short months we have had him. They say that love is all you need. I have plenty of that but I know that's not enough. 

Monday, July 6, 2009

Time To Move On

I got the news today that it's time to pack up and move on. Boss 1 (my father) informed me that I really should look for a new job. Real Estate stinks right now and I'm making no money.  He wants to make sure I can take care of The Heir and The Spare.  Here's one more sign that change is coming. I will still be able to work for him from home. I've been working towards a change in career. Boss 1 wants to see me find something by the time he comes back from his summer vacation the first month of August. Now, I've got an incentive to really get the ball rolling.  The Knight has been urging me to step out of my little box and do something better with my "creative brain" (totally his words.)  It seems the Universe is putting the pieces in place to make that happen.  I really want to find something to do that will pay me enough money to support our new family. But, this time that something must be fun. I've probably got 30 more working years left in me. They are going to be doing something that is fun, creative and makes me happy. I owe that to myself and my new family.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Struggle Continues

The Heir and I are battling again. I know this is only the beginning of many battles to come. She's hot and heavy for a new song for her iPod. The one she wants has the F-Bomb in it at least once. The "clean" version is hardly any better. It's only one word, she tells me over and over. She hears it all the time in school. I told her she shouldn't have to hear that language in school. I refuse to perpetuate it by buying her a song with the F-bomb in it. Apparently, I never let her do anything she wants to do. She reminds me again that she's not the same age as The Spare. That's true but you're not a teenager either. Ahh, the joys of adolescence. If I survive The Heir then The Spare and The Princess-in-Waiting should be a breeze. Well, at least I hope they will be.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy 4th!!

Well, we sure had a great time today. The Spare marched in the local parade. The Queen Mother marched with her Jazzercise group and The Spare got to participate. We were cheering and screaming for her. We were so proud. She squirted that water bottle so well.  Afterwards, we hung out on the Eastport bridge waiting for the fireworks. It was a good show. I think what we liked the most was sharing it with The Knight. It was so nice to have him there with us. "Just like a real family!" in the words of The Spare. Hope everyone had a great holiday. It's great to be an American!!

Friday, July 3, 2009

This Week on The Sister Grows Up

HELLO!!! No one is going to save you! You have to save yourself! The meaning of independent is doing it on your own. So, stop waiting for someone to swoop in and rescue you. Get off your ass and rescue yourself!!