Thanksgiving and... NASCAR?

Ummmm, yeah, NASCAR.  

The Force was a little more than obsessed with stealing Mr. Joe and Miss Sally from me.  Good grief!  I thought I was only going to have to compete with my siblings for their love (a race which clearly I'm winning) and now I have to compete with The Force (a race in which I stand NO chance).

While Ma King played with all kinds of Batman toys and got schooled in all things superhero, Pa King taught The Force about "real life Lightning McQueen".  By the end of his 10 minute tutorial, The Force was telling me how the pace car was already off the track, that Jimmy Johnson could win the whole points race without actually winning, and that there were only 80 laps left, which meant there was a good chance there would be a big crash.

Oh boy.

I'm procrastinating.  Oh yeah, baby, big shocker there, right?  It's really what I'm best at.  I'd start a club, but maybe I'll get to it tomorrow.  After getting The Force some breakfast and managing to wash the dishes while Jason did the mad dash to get himself ready for work while getting The Force ready for school (we have him all week), I'm sitting on the sofa in the apartment, watching the cats lounge and thinking, I want the life of my pets.  Well, that life without all the medical drama.  Seriously.  Otis is stretched out to his full length, rolling around on his back, Oz is taking an early morning nap on the cat tree in the window, and Pooh King is the requisite 48 inches from my feet, making sure he doesn't miss my move to the door to leave for work.  He's become quite accustomed to riding around with me for the work day... as Mom points out, it's the life he's been waiting 13+ years for- virtually no separation from me.  (Truth be told, I rather like it, too.)  When I DO leave him with Jason for a while, he kind of looks like I've kicked him in the guts and pouts for quite a while.

The apartment is nearly done.  We're working on trying to find homes for the contents of the last few boxes.  Mom and Dad will be here on Saturday on their way through to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving, which is code for "Hurry up and get this shit done so they don't have to step over that."  It's looking really nice, though, and I'm pleased with how it's coming along.  As much as having the memory of the fire makes me gun shy about living with other people around me (whose asshattery could burn my fancy shit up again), I think I might just be an apartment/condo person.  It's just so stinkin' convenient to have someone else do all the work except for housekeeping.  I mean, really, it is.  And after taking care of that monstrocity of a house (in more than just square footage, mind you) it's REALLY nice to be down to a mere 1400 square foot apartment (which is still a really nice size by my standards) with no yard work.  At the very least, I'm going to have to have a lawn boy to go back to a yard, so start lining up.

Oh, peeps, after a long week or so of internet trouble, I'm happy to report I'm back!  And back with a new internet company.  So kiss it, Embarq/Centurylink.  Well, you can kiss it as soon as I can actually get in touch with you.

Donald really knows how to move and shake it!