Evil glitter and sad turkeys.

This was suppose to be a joint re-telling/existential musing...only I forgot what I was going to muse about. So apparently that's going to have to wait until tomorrow. That and the fact that I'm dying inside. I'm dying because a.) I'd like to go upstairs and bake my "I'm craving chocolate and need it now" brownies but can't because well I don't want to bother the family and b.) I'm counting my calories and it would SO not look good on my Sparkpeople page. Seriously people...Alaska is making me huge. The hugest I've ever been. I'm just gonna pretend it's muscle from all the kid lifting and my attempts to run...ahaha...no wait quickly walk on a treadmill. Yes, let's go with that. Tracking calories is exhausting.

OK so..I was not in the mood to be in the house at all today. The dog was whining like crazy from being "locked" up while the tile is being laid. I mean this dogs whimpers and screams as though we were torturing the darn thing. The whole house is in disarray and it's hard being here. So I did my very best to spend the least amount of time here and kill the void of space by keeping busy in a smallish rural Alaskan town.

I had another visit with the ART specialist. I'm telling you that thirty minutes of torture was worth every painful minute. Every single jabbing of thumb in sweaty armpit moment. I haven't been able to turn on the radio or wash my hair or put on my shirt without wanting to cry. When I got in my car I pushed the music on and didn't wince once. Now granted my rotator-cuff is still stuck. But my pulled chest muscle is feeling..well no I'm not feeling anything at all. To go from having this feeling in your chest like a bear has sunk it's claws in you to having to deal with just a stuck shoulder...it's night and day. Now granted I could pull it again...but enjoying this day off from near constant pain...it's amazing. I could cry tears of joy.

Bean has been asking nearly non-stop all week to go to the pet store. I have no idea why she enjoys it so much. All we do it aimlessly wander around. Well she was genuinely surprised when we pulled into the parking lot and was grinning from ear to ear. She bounced down the aisles and expertly navigated the rows and rows of fish tanks. The funniest part was at the lizard cage where she kept making growling noises and curled her fingers into claws so she could communicate with the poor confused creature.

Even though we didn't have the most successful morning I still let the girls go to the art studio. The little strip mall is set waaay back off the road and you have to know what you're looking for otherwise you'd miss it in a blink of an eye.Most of the mall is closed out and for rent but the art and dance studios are still there. A young girl greeted us and got the girls started on projects. They painted masks, made Valentines wreaths, decorated cards for their friends birthdays and painted little boxes. They also glitterfied EVERYTHING. Whomever invented glitter should be dismembered. That stuff is EVIL. I'm still finding bits in the oddest of places.

Back home for a non-descript evening of trying to keep the girls entertained in a house under construction.

Thank the pear tomorrow is Saturday...thank you thank you thank you.

By the way...we and I mean the family has been raising chickens...well that and a turkey. So one of the chickens died some time between yesterday and this morning. Well as I was leaving the turkey who is friends with all the chickens, had his head bowed over this now dead bird. It was so sad. He looked so morose and distraught that his friend had died. I wanted to give him a giant turkey hug. But then I remembered that he bit me last week and changed my mind.

Rest in peace golden chicken...rest knowing you will not be turned into a Mcnugget.