missmiah: (Miah)
( Jan. 14th, 2014 12:30 pm)
Demon Spawn is walking. That's so difficult for me to accept for some reason. It seems like just yesterday he was a chubby cheeked ball of bad smells and cuddles that needed me for everything, and now he's little Mr. Independent, wanting put everything he finds on the floor into his mouth and chase the cats and pull things off of bookshelves.

Today he figured out (by watching Captain do it) that the door to the garage opens up if you twist the handle and he's been trying to manage that every time I turn my back. Thankfully, Babysaurus sells the over the handle locks that fit this type of handle-knob thing, as well as the ones for the more traditional round knobs.

Round knobs. Snort.

Oh goodness, I need a nap.

Anyway, the point is that my son is almost fifteen months old and officially a toddler and I've already got people asking me when we'll be having baby number two.

WTH, people?
Got into an argument about vaccinations with a stranger on the internet because of course I did.

Hey, don't want your kiddo to get his shots because it could give them autism/mercury poisoning/makes them cry, that's your business. But I think the polite thing to do is to let me know your kid hasn't received all his jabs before you let him play with my son who is not old enough to receive all of his shots - which we are giving him on schedule because I would rather have a living, breathing baby than one who might catch whooping cough and die, thanks.

I'm not saying you have to vaccinate your kids, I'm just saying I don't want him playing with my son if you don't.
Yesterday the Captain was three-fourths of the way through his work week (two days work, two nights work, three to four days off depending on if that last day is a week day or not in which case he gets most of the day off but still has to go in for PT at ass crack o' early in the morning and honestly it's all just very complicated). Anyway, it was the second day of night shift so he was pretty much asleep all morning and then left early in the afternoon for work. Also, normally the kid is pretty happy rolling around on the office floor, smacking things with his toys, shoving toys into his pie hole, trying to stealthly burrow under the futon to begin setting up his secret lair, all that stuff pre-walking midgets do.

So I figured with Captain not demanding any of my attention and the kiddo doing his eight month old thing, I would have time to sit down and write fic, which is something I've been wanting to do for AGES.

Yeah, that did not work.

I mean, I wrote maybe two paragraphs and double checked some research (pages and pages and pages of notes on Australia I shall probably never ever reference, but that's how I roll, yo) and I had one of those brilliant AH-HA moments when I suddenly figured out how to get the two big plot point/plot lines of the fic to merge without going "Ok, so we've got Plot Point One covered so... ok, info dump out of no where for the next part".

Which, by the way, I've seen some fics do and I just go "Seriously? You think resolving the main focus of your fic up to this point - ie, Snape and Herms are in lurve and/or getting their groove thang on - and you apparently don't want to stop getting reviews on the fic you've already got established so you just tack your ideas for a sequel on to the fic and hope we won't notice that suddenly the happy couple are now being stalked by this insane ex-Death Eater that has sworn to murderate them both but that we have never even heard of before in the entire first seventy chapters of your fic?" I mean, I'm sure insane stalker fic is awesome... but it should probably be it's own fic. A sequel. Hell, even call it Book Two of the Never Ending Grape/Snermione/whatever you call SS/HG hookin-up fic epic quadrilogy. I don't care what you call it, just stop writing fics that are 184 chapters long and are actually three different story lines all shoved together so that the day Herms (or Snape) gets out of the hospital/watches a nasty get sent to Azkaban/tells the other they're in love, they don't end up being abducted by mutant aardvarks forcing Snape to spend the next twenty chapters trying to get them back. Because no. Story resolution. Learn what it means.

And I've become utterly distracted, haven't I?

Anyway, so I did some research and wrote a little bit and the kid didn't want to drink his bottle but he was hungry and he may be teething, I can't tell, and the husband was all "I forgot to eat before work, can I have some money for food?" and the Demon Spawn wanted cuddles and more cuddles and then didn't want any cuddles and then changed his mind two minutes later and I can not type while holding a squirming eight month old.

So, while I have ideas for both of the new WIPS I've been trying to write (one of which is so seriously overdue that I actually feel ashamed and will not be posting any new fic or chapters to Walls until I have it finished and ready to give to the person it was promised to ages ago) and my mind is constantly giving me details and scenarios I can't actually get the time to sit and do it without everything else getting in the way.

In other totally related news - the entire house has been cleaned top to bottom, just in time for the dog to pee all over the dining room carpet (and we're out of the dog pee enzyme cleaner stuff) and one of the cats to barf on our bedroom floor. Also, there is pink hairdye all over the shower grout because of reasons.

PS - If I ever finish it, anyone want to proof read a fic set in Australia? There may be marsupials and/or Luna involved. But not a marsupial Luna because that would be weird. Or at least weirder than normal for Luna.
Yesterday the Captain was three-fourths of the way through his work week (two days work, two nights work, three to four days off depending on if that last day is a week day or not in which case he gets most of the day off but still has to go in for PT at ass crack o' early in the morning and honestly it's all just very complicated). Anyway, it was the second day of night shift so he was pretty much asleep all morning and then left early in the afternoon for work. Also, normally the kid is pretty happy rolling around on the office floor, smacking things with his toys, shoving toys into his pie hole, trying to stealthly burrow under the futon to begin setting up his secret lair, all that stuff pre-walking midgets do.

So I figured with Captain not demanding any of my attention and the kiddo doing his eight month old thing, I would have time to sit down and write fic, which is something I've been wanting to do for AGES.

Yeah, that did not work.

I mean, I wrote maybe two paragraphs and double checked some research (pages and pages and pages of notes on Australia I shall probably never ever reference, but that's how I roll, yo) and I had one of those brilliant AH-HA moments when I suddenly figured out how to get the two big plot point/plot lines of the fic to merge without going "Ok, so we've got Plot Point One covered so... ok, info dump out of no where for the next part".

Which, by the way, I've seen some fics do and I just go "Seriously? You think resolving the main focus of your fic up to this point - ie, Snape and Herms are in lurve and/or getting their groove thang on - and you apparently don't want to stop getting reviews on the fic you've already got established so you just tack your ideas for a sequel on to the fic and hope we won't notice that suddenly the happy couple are now being stalked by this insane ex-Death Eater that has sworn to murderate them both but that we have never even heard of before in the entire first seventy chapters of your fic?" I mean, I'm sure insane stalker fic is awesome... but it should probably be it's own fic. A sequel. Hell, even call it Book Two of the Never Ending Grape/Snermione/whatever you call SS/HG hookin-up fic epic quadrilogy. I don't care what you call it, just stop writing fics that are 184 chapters long and are actually three different story lines all shoved together so that the day Herms (or Snape) gets out of the hospital/watches a nasty get sent to Azkaban/tells the other they're in love, they don't end up being abducted by mutant aardvarks forcing Snape to spend the next twenty chapters trying to get them back. Because no. Story resolution. Learn what it means.

And I've become utterly distracted, haven't I?

Anyway, so I did some research and wrote a little bit and the kid didn't want to drink his bottle but he was hungry and he may be teething, I can't tell, and the husband was all "I forgot to eat before work, can I have some money for food?" and the Demon Spawn wanted cuddles and more cuddles and then didn't want any cuddles and then changed his mind two minutes later and I can not type while holding a squirming eight month old.

So, while I have ideas for both of the new WIPS I've been trying to write (one of which is so seriously overdue that I actually feel ashamed and will not be posting any new fic or chapters to Walls until I have it finished and ready to give to the person it was promised to ages ago) and my mind is constantly giving me details and scenarios I can't actually get the time to sit and do it without everything else getting in the way.

In other totally related news - the entire house has been cleaned top to bottom, just in time for the dog to pee all over the dining room carpet (and we're out of the dog pee enzyme cleaner stuff) and one of the cats to barf on our bedroom floor. Also, there is pink hairdye all over the shower grout because of reasons.

PS - If I ever finish it, anyone want to proof read a fic set in Australia? There may be marsupials and/or Luna involved. But not a marsupial Luna because that would be weird. Or at least weirder than normal for Luna.
I was doing a little housecleaning on my fic journal because of another (outside LJ) project that required links to where all my various bits of horrid fic were hiding, and I realized that I'd been sitting on finished, previously posted in exchanges, fully beta'd fic that I had never bothered to post in my own fic journal. Fic that was years old.

Heck, one of them had never been posted ANYWHERE but the exchange it was originally written for.

So, yeah.

That's why [livejournal.com profile] darnedchild suddenly has some new stuff in it, and not because I've actually finished writing anything new.

Although, I did open up a WIP and made a few notes on it last night, before the Demon Spawn decided he really did not want to be in bed, thanks, and could I come pick him up NOW. Thankfully, Captain is home for the next few days (he's got this horrid rotating shift schedule now, where he's on days for a few days, then nights for a few more, than a couple of days off except for when one of those days lands on a weekday in which case he technically has to go in anyway unless it's the second full moon in a month in which case he just has to dance like a monkey or something but gets to stay home and I don't even know anymore). Anyway, Captain is home, and in theory that means he can help with baby duty for a day or two and I can maybe look at some fic.

Maybe.
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missmiah: (Miah)
( Jun. 12th, 2013 06:29 pm)
I put up with my son's baby book being bent nearly in half by an incompetent asshole mover. I put up with the last remaining freeze-dried flower memento from my wedding disappearing at some point during the move. I put up with nearly FIFTEEN YEARS worth of dried roses and petals that I had saved from every single rose that my husband had ever given me in the entire time we've been together being shoved into the side of a packing box and destroyed.

But today I discovered that the hand and footprint ornaments I'd made when the baby was two months old for his first Christmas were missing and now I just want to murder someone. And throw up.
So far my early impressions of Colorado and our new duty station have been... less than favorable.

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Over all of this.

The one bright shining star in this cluster fuck was introducing the Demon Spawn to a swimming pool at one of our hotel stays. It took a few moments for him to adjust to being surrounded by cool water, but then he discovered what would happen if he slammed his flailing arms into the water and suddenly there were smiles and giggles and Mommy trying not to drown in the deluge. So that was nice.
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( Apr. 25th, 2013 12:12 pm)
It would be awesome if you stopped trying to purge all my old RP accounts, kthanxbi.
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] shiv5468! May this year be full of shoes, chocolate and fabulously wealthy blonds who want to give you more shoes and chocolate.
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missmiah: (Miah)
( Mar. 25th, 2013 05:07 pm)
Previously on Miss Miah's LJ - Pictures of the Demon Spawn looking a bit like a muppet, a panda eating a biscuit and a bunny.

I've returned to organizing my life with list making because I can't remember to do anything without writing it down anymore. Plus, Captain can't be arsed to remember anything unless I write it down for him and he's pants at reminding me to remind him to do anything so...

Lists.

List for me of things that have to be done before we leave Georgia. List of things we need in the car with us when we get to Colorado. List of things that have to be done today specifically. List of things Captain has to do because I can't do it for him (believe me, I would if I could, so that I could be certain they were actually being done). There's even a list of lists I need to make.

I wish I was kidding.

On the other hand, it is times like these in which my super annoying detail oriented personality excels.

Anywho, am thinking of taking the Demon Spawn to see the creepy as hell Easter Bunny on base tonight, or Wednesday night. Demon Spawn slept through his Santa visit so we didn't get to experience the traditional small child traumatized by Santa screaming fit I was expecting, so this could give us a second chance to cross that parenting milestone off our list.

And I just had to untangle the child's leg from one of those beads on curvy metal frames toys that kids (and adults, admit it, you'd play with one - also his is much simpler than that one because he's only five months old) love. First time he's had any interest in playing with it, had it for ten minutes while I sat here calling the local kennel for the furballs boarding, and somehow managed to get his entire leg up to his thigh caught in it. Then he looked at me like "How did that happen?"

I haven't had a chance to write (anything other than lists) in ages, but I am planning to have limited internet (thank goodness for smart phones) access from the 22nd until I'm actual installed in a new house, plus a bajillion hour car ride broken up over several days, so I am hoping (knock on wood, fingers crossed) to get some fic written then.

I'll be sad to move. It will be nice to be closer to family and my old friends from college, but I've made new friends here AND I really hate moving and unpacking by myself.
I spent the last three weeks working out an incredibly complicated time table for our move - it involved sending Captain to Colorado weeks early to find a house, bringing him home, packing, clearing the house so the carpet cleaner can get in, arranging the final walk through with Asshat the realtor, either shipping or arranging some other means of transport for the second vehicle, finding a way to transport the four furballs, driving us plus Demon Spawn 2000 plus miles in as short of time frame as sanity and the laws of physics would allow and getting hotels for as many nights as necessary before we can take possession of the new rental property.

Obviously none of that will work now, because that's how these things go.

Last night, as we're in bed with the lights off going over the details of our day and our plans for what needs to be done tomorrow (because that's what boring old married people do in bed most nights) Captain says that he'd rather just pack up this house at the end of April, hop in the car, leave the keys to the second car with a friend who is willing to tow it for us, and just drive to Colorado and find a house once we get there. It would mean our stuff would go into storage until we have a place and the Army decides to it's convenient for them to give our stuff back; and it would mean I'd have to figure out how to pack clothes for three people for at least a week, bottles, formula, diapers, cat food, dog food, cat littler, a stroller, a Pack N Play, a dog kennel, a pair of laptops into one trunk... which I'm not sure is even possible. We did make sure that the new (gigantic) car seat will fit behind the driver's seat and that three cat carriers and the dog can fit in the rest of the back seat space, so it is physically possible to get all seven of us into the car at the same time.

Captain's plan is probably cheaper in the long run, and would mean less rushing around and things depending on everything going off without incident, but I hate hate hate going into a move blind.

And this is why I started taking my anti-anxiety meds again yesterday, because I'm stressing myself out over things I have no real control over.

I don't want to be homeless, even if it is just for two weeks.
I love zoos.

For real.

I also love Giant Pandas, as in I legit started crying three years ago when we visited Zoo Atlanta and I was able to see two of them in person for the first time ever.

Zoo Atlanta is currently running a program where - for an exorbitant amount of money - you can spend an hour with a small group of other people who have paid a crapton of money hanging out behind the scenes of the Giant Panda enclosure, watching the trainers run through a few behaviours with one of the pandas AND THEN THEY LET YOU FEED THE PANDA A BISCUIT.

True, you're feeding the panda through a large wire mesh door cage thing because cute adorable panda can still mess you up good if the mood strikes, but still... panda. Eating a biscuit. That you fed him/her.

Anyway, as we are moving far, far away from Zoo Atlanta in the very near future, Captain has offered to drive the family three hours each way so that we can visit the zoo and I can have this once in a lifetime opportunity (for me, anyway) if I want.

I'm not talking selling my first (and only) born child kind of money, but once all is said and done and I've added in zoo tickets, food, gas and probably a stuffed orangutan (Blaze the orangutan was pregnant last year while I was gestating the Demon Spawn and I keep seeing pictures of her baby and now I want a stuffed orange ape for my baby because reasons) and I'm looking at a three hundred dollar zoo trip, easy.

Three hundred dollars just so I can get slobbered on by a panda.

Should I?
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missmiah: (Miah)
( Mar. 9th, 2013 07:07 am)
The cooties, they spread.

Although mine are probably allergies.

Still, Miah's scratchy throat and itchy eyes and very much bad headaches plus snuffly baby equals Captain on baby duty this weekend and Miah eating some Edie's Mint Cookie ice cream.

Also, WTF is this new LJ posting interface mess? Usually I use Semagic for my blog posting needs, but I felt lazy this morning and my goodness this is horrible looking. Unnecessary buttons, stuff over on the side for no reason I can come up with other than they had empty space there. Bleh. They did this ages ago, didn't they? And I'm just really behind, aren't I?

I need a nap.
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missmiah: (the Demon Spawn)
( Mar. 8th, 2013 09:53 am)
The Demon Spawn has his first cold.

Probably.

There is a chance that it's not actually a cold and is, instead, the beginning of a lifetime of torture known as hayfever that he probably inherited from both his mother and father (I don't even know if it's possible to inherit pollen allergies, but it sounds nice and ominous, yes?), in which case... oops.

Anyway, I have an amazingly good natured and cheerful child because he's all smiles and giggles for me in between the sneezing, coughing, running nose, snot suctioning (he's not terribly fond of that), puffy eyes and general difficulty breathing and eating. I know I get miserable as heck when I'm sick, and Captain is worse, so I have no idea where the Demon Spawn gets it from.

Someone remind me of this five years from now when I am lamenting how I have to tie the child to a chair and force cold meds into him because he won't stop crying/screaming.

Anywho, there is much I want/need to do today, and instead I think I'll be cuddling the sick one and catching cat naps whenever he passes out and can be put back in his PnP for a bit. We don't nap on the big bed together because I am super paranoid about everything about squishing the baby.
missmiah: (the Demon Spawn)
( Mar. 8th, 2013 09:53 am)
The Demon Spawn has his first cold.

Probably.

There is a chance that it's not actually a cold and is, instead, the beginning of a lifetime of torture known as hayfever that he probably inherited from both his mother and father (I don't even know if it's possible to inherit pollen allergies, but it sounds nice and ominous, yes?), in which case... oops.

Anyway, I have an amazingly good natured and cheerful child because he's all smiles and giggles for me in between the sneezing, coughing, running nose, snot suctioning (he's not terribly fond of that), puffy eyes and general difficulty breathing and eating. I know I get miserable as heck when I'm sick, and Captain is worse, so I have no idea where the Demon Spawn gets it from.

Someone remind me of this five years from now when I am lamenting how I have to tie the child to a chair and force cold meds into him because he won't stop crying/screaming.

Anywho, there is much I want/need to do today, and instead I think I'll be cuddling the sick one and catching cat naps whenever he passes out and can be put back in his PnP for a bit. We don't nap on the big bed together because I am super paranoid about everything about squishing the baby.
missmiah: (Goofy)
( Mar. 6th, 2013 03:22 pm)
Prepping for the move is still plodding along at a snail's pace. Which is to be expected because while I have a huge to-do list for the move, most of it can't be completed until the first week of April at the earliest.

Which is driving me absolutely bonkers, as you can probably imagine.

Also, I'm in the midst of a manic phase which is at once terrifying and exhilirating because OMG I want to DO stuff! But I can't focus on what stuff I want to DO so I spend most of my time waffling and planning stuff and then getting distracted by shinies. For instance, last night I read the words virgin Snape somewhere and then had to go look up the Virgin quiz on [livejournal.com profile] quiz_sshg and then somehow it was four am and Captain was waking up and he was all "Did you take your pills?" and I was all "Well, not today." and then there was sighing.

Also also, somehow the Demon Spawn's saliva has taken on the same thick, slick viscosity as the drool slime from the Alien movies and that seems a bit creepy.

Also also also, today I had to go on base to get a new military ID as my old one expires next month and still has Captain's rank from two promotions ago, and it's the first ID photo I've had in almost ten years where I did not look like an immediate blood relative of Peter Griffin from Family Guy, so yay there.

And finally also, probably due to the mania, I have been ALL OVER THE INTERNET today, flooding inboxes and looking at photos and drooling at things on Amazon and buying a tiny fedora for the Demon Spawn (two, actually)...

P.S. - I did take my medication when I got up this morning, like a good girl. Promise.
missmiah: (Goofy)
( Mar. 6th, 2013 03:22 pm)
Prepping for the move is still plodding along at a snail's pace. Which is to be expected because while I have a huge to-do list for the move, most of it can't be completed until the first week of April at the earliest.

Which is driving me absolutely bonkers, as you can probably imagine.

Also, I'm in the midst of a manic phase which is at once terrifying and exhilirating because OMG I want to DO stuff! But I can't focus on what stuff I want to DO so I spend most of my time waffling and planning stuff and then getting distracted by shinies. For instance, last night I read the words virgin Snape somewhere and then had to go look up the Virgin quiz on [community profile] quiz_sshg and then somehow it was four am and Captain was waking up and he was all "Did you take your pills?" and I was all "Well, not today." and then there was sighing.

Also also, somehow the Demon Spawn's saliva has taken on the same thick, slick viscosity as the drool slime from the Alien movies and that seems a bit creepy.

Also also also, today I had to go on base to get a new military ID as my old one expires next month and still has Captain's rank from two promotions ago, and it's the first ID photo I've had in almost ten years where I did not look like an immediate blood relative of Peter Griffin from Family Guy, so yay there.

And finally also, probably due to the mania, I have been ALL OVER THE INTERNET today, flooding inboxes and looking at photos and drooling at things on Amazon and buying a tiny fedora for the Demon Spawn (two, actually)...

P.S. - I did take my medication when I got up this morning, like a good girl. Promise.
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