Tis' The End Of One Hell And The Beginning Of Another.....

So.
My day's FIANLLY ended.
SOOOO very long !
It's confirmed....
I HAVE to get a new job...
This crick in my neck is becoming all too regular....
And that's not cool....

At least my day's over now though and I can focus on working around the house (joy and rapture).....let the painting/touching-up frenzy begin ! ! !
Now...
If only I could really convince the kitties NOT to jump on the wet windowsills it would be GREAT.
That and if I could manage to convince that watching me is NOT amusing....
Literally...
Panya thinks she's a supervisor and makes sure she lays near enough to me to make sure I'm doing my task correctly. Like, you can put little conversation bubbles over her head that say things like "Um. Mommy. You missed a spot ! You might want to take care of that !"
Agador is WAY too wrapped up when I start painting seeing as how he has to be RIGHT next to me getting involved in the "fun".
UGH.
Kitties.
Always fun.

WHEW ! ! ! !

BUSY
BUSY
BUSY

It's amazing how a thing like a job can get in the way of more important things like getting a house set up.
The cruel joke of it all, of course, is that you NEED the job to be able to buy the things you need for the house.....
Oh well....

On the kitty front....
Agador officially thinks this is HIS house and Peanut seems to be getting quite comfy too. I'm glad she's not hiding in the guest room under the bed anymore. At this very moment she's sitting on "her spot" on the back of the couch curled up into a little Panya ball....so cute....so sweet.....
Ag, on the other hand, is a whore for the sliding glass door. He's getting VERY vocal these days and demands - with kitty yelps - for me to open the slider as SOON as he sees me in the morning and as soon as I get home at night.
Now, as many know, Ag's a bit of a dope....
He's a sweetheart of a kitty but notsobright....
And this is proven every time he decides to walk on the wrong side of the banister and falls down to the stairs. I was freaked out the first time he did it but luckily he doesn't really have any brains to scramble or mush...and he seems to be good at landing on his feet. Panya just looks at him like he's a complete moron.

Woe Is To Me....

Feeling a bit down this week...
And for good reason....
In the new house....playing "This Old House"....
Busting my ass....
Not in Ireland....
Not having what I've been waiting for happening....
And then, in my occassional check-in, I see this post:
http://lizmatazz.blogspot.com/
At least one Liz is now engaged to a J, right?
It just makes me really sad that it's not me and my "him"....
*sigh*
I don't want to let him know why I'm so down lately...
B/c he has no idea that I know what this trip was supposed to be.....
B/c he has no idea that I made an excrutiatingly hard decision the day I chose getting this house over going to Ireland - - - KNOWING that I was giving up the trip that would be a huge moment in our life together.....
And I don't want to let him know....
He thinks I'm not happy about getting the house....that he thinks it's the move that's putting me in this mood.....
If only it were that.....
But no.....
Every time I see a happy couple or people who are married or engaged or walking through the store and even SEEING something with the word "wedding" on it I just want to burst out crying.
Today when I was leaving the Dr's office and I walked through the waiting room of happy, pregnant couples I was so sad that I basically ran out of there before they saw me crying....
Why?
What have I done that's so wrong to deserve this?