This show sickens me. The concept sickens me. People who participate sicken me.

So much for tolerance, eh?

Yeah, it's that time of the month for me to be a raging pain in the ass, but it doesn't change the fact that I really, truly, hate the concept of putting children in beauty pageants.

I haven't seen the show nor do I want to nor have an interest to even give it a chance. I've never liked the idea of parents putting their children in beauty shows. And it's not just "look how cute she is". No. They spray paint the kids, put makeup on them, squeeze them in outfits... basically not letting them be cute little NATURAL girls. They look like baby whores. It disturbs me.

Every time the commercial comes on, I cringe and my husband stands back. My face must curl into something nasty because he normally laughs when I don't like something, but for this he knows to give me clearance. I abhor it, and I don't say that about anything.

This has to be damaging to the child. Brought up wearing ho clothes and makeup. So it shouldn't be shocking if they wear smut clothes when they're in high school. God forbid if that mother gets pissed off. Hey lady, you brought this out of them on your own. This is entirely your fault.

But hey, if putting your five year old in a beauty pageant does it for, good for you. I just hope they get past it and learn to live like a good girl when they're older and not the slut their mother shoved them into being.

I hope that everyone had a great Christmas. I sure did!

My husband had been playing all week that he didn't get me anything for Christmas because I never told him what I wanted. I kept saying it was okay, and it really was. For all he does for me during the year, a present on Christmas day honestly wasn't a big deal to me. He made a great ham dinner (which we're still eating, of course) and he's the best husband in the world. I was satisfied with that.

Well yesterday he said he had to go to the pet store to buy supplies for the aquarium and if I wanted to go with him, kind of a motivator to get out of the house since we really hadn't except to see Valkyrie on Saturday night (which was excellent, by the way).

So I go with him and we circle around looking at fish and puppies, and suddenly I find myself in front of the ferret cage. Here I'm thinking, I thought we were going to wait. He asks to see them, so he signs in and grabs two of them and hands me one. This was a mistake. I instantly fell in love. Next thing I know, he walks out to the car and comes  back with the ferret bag we had to carry them around in and says we're taking them. He looks at me and says "Merry Christmas". /sniffs

So here they are...

This is Tornado (nickname Tory). The little guy hadn't stopped wiggling, squirming, running around and playing since we got him. He's incredibly cute and only about 12 weeks old.

 
And this is Cricket. Don't worry, my husband isn't choking him. He was just asleep (since it's the only time they're still enough to photograph) and he fits in his palms. He's such a little thing, but so damned cute. He's about 8 weeks old.

So we're ferret owners again! And I think we'll always be. All month my husband had been reading about them, about breeding them, learning about whether how we took care of them was right or not (and we were), doing major research. And I know him. When he goes into research mode is because he's itching to get one. And we both really and truly missed our little guys and knew that having more would just make it easier to deal with. And he's right. The house feels lively again. Seeing them wrestle in their cage and run after us and each other when out just puts a huge smile on my face. I don't even want to be at work, I just want to be home with them.

Merry Christmas to me!

I can still see... sorta. Surgery went well but it's still all red, blurry and gross-looking. I saw (yes, SAW) my eye doctor again today for the week followup and he said on the inside the eye looks beautiful. Well damn, I wish it would show as such on the outside.

I look like I got beat-up. It feels like someone poured sand into my ocular cavity. I'm sensitive to light now and feel like a vampire when I sneer at the light bulbs everywhere. Yeah, nothing but bliss and happiness on this face!

And because we just can't seem to go a few weeks without news of some kind, my mother called me a few hours after the surgery to see how I was doing. Then she tells me that they have decided to enroll my grandfather into hospice. Apparently his health is just deteriorating slowly but surely, and he feels pain I suppose all over. Family had been crying all weekend.

I'm thankful that he's lived a long and good life, and that now it's just his body giving out and not some terminal disease or something. Still. Within weeks or months, I'll be going to the funeral of my grandfather who has been like a father to me. I call him Daddy, so that should say it all. I'll miss him. I already do.

I wish I had something really happy to report. I really do! I'm just at a loss for words regarding that right now. I mean... my life is generally happy as my husband and I are still blissfully, stupidly in love with each other and our home is still yummy and cozy. The lack of ferrets makes us sad once in a while, but I think we're past the crying part and more into the acceptance and mentioning our memories part, which is a good thing.

Wait! I do have some happy  news! I didn't gain any weight from the turkey orgy we had! I think that deserves its own praise. My coworkers think I'm lying, or that maybe I wasn't really standing completely on the scale. Don't hate me cause you ain't me.