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( Jan. 15th, 2015 11:50 am)
I check LJ almost daily, to see what friends are posting... if friends are posting, but I haven't been posting myself because everytime I start to write something I think, "This is garbage, no one cares about my whinging" and then I delete.

So to catch up - Several months ago I started offering to knit things for money because I was hoping to raise a little bit of cash for a friend of mine that is hoping to be able to adopt a child in the next year or so. Apparently, adoptions cost upwards of $30,000 which is... well, it's crazy really. However, selling custom knitted crap has gone about as well as one would expect, which is to say I've made $20 so far, and half of that went toward yarn so. See, my stuff is good enough for people to ask for me to make them things when it's free, but if I want $15 for a pair of baby booties that look like tiny combat boots (military spouses EVERYWHERE here) then I'm apparently just talking crazy. Winter hats that look like Elsa or Anna's hair? Totes adorable, unless I want to be paid for them, in which case they're not really what people expected, you know?

ANYWAY, so that hasn't taken off, which is both a relief and a disappointment. I'm not sure I'm ready to be a responsible adult, and if I'm spending all my non-toddler taming time knitting then I don't have time to play World of Warcraft, which is a thing I've started doing because it's something Captain and I can do together.

After the Demon Spawn goes to bed most nights, we sit at the breakfast counter on our laptops and run around smacking things with our pandas or the future Mitzi Deathbringer the giggling gnome Death Knight (I'm just waiting for the right moment to create her, she will be awesome and possibly have pink hair). Because nerds.

In the rest of the Responsible Adult news, I will be having a pair of ultrasounds of my heart, a treadmill stress test (again for the heart), and a thirty day heart monitor applied. All on Monday. Because I am, apparently, at risk for a heart attack and I'm not even forty yet and I have just really, really, really been having a difficult time processing how some minor tachycardia issues that my doctors have been pish-poshing for over a decade are suddenly potentially life threatening.

Although, I think I did sort of know something was up when the random episode went from once a month or two to once or twice a week back in October. I insisted that Captain and I finally sat down with a lawyer and had our wills done to reflect that we've got an heir now, set up a guardianship for Demon Spawn should we both die, and to update the living wills and POAs, even though we've been putting all that off for over two years.

Still... I'm scared to death because vaguely ominous feelings are strangely less scary than the thought of having something very wrong confirmed. Does that make sense?

And now I've depressed myself so it's time to get back to figuring out how to knit a thumb on a mitten.
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( Jul. 26th, 2012 12:34 pm)
Am not dead even though I haven't posted in a month, apparently.

Just really been busy.

Have exchange fic that needs at least a good chunk of wordage finished so I can turn it in in... four or five days (yikes) so that I can prove that even though I am a giant slacker with far too much on my plate right now and I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I am at least a headless chicken who has proof that there is exchange fic being worked on in my 'puter and that my assignment will be completed by the deadline (please, please let me finish my assignment by the deadline).

I'm hoping the mods aren't expecting actual proofed fic parts at this mid-point check in cause I haven't even started talking to a beta yet because... well, slacker.

ALSO - I went home to KS for a few days and had baby showers! There were people there just to say hi to me and give me (technically the demon spawn, I guess, but right now he's still just a parasite so I'm pretty sure that counts as me again) presents. So many little outfits and towels and hats with ears. HATS WITH EARS!

Okay, enough with the girly squeeing, but it was super awesome to see people I haven't seen in years again. At the family shower there was a second cousin I have not seen since she was maybe five or six? She's graduated high school and having a baby a month after me now. So many years.

One shower was Harry Potter themed (because I have awesomely dorky friends), so there are a few pictures of me dressed up as a pregnant Slytherin student standing next to my dorky Captain in his Ravenclaw tie. If I remember, there may even be a pic or two posted on LJ later - probably more posted on Facebook where some of the people in the pictures can see them.

House is about to be turned upside down as we begin to shift my office/craft making furniture into Captain's office (we're going to share, yay /sarcasm) so that we can turn this room into the future nursery. Lots of furniture has to vacate Captain's office to make room for me first, which means some furniture has to move out of the living room to make room for Captain's furniture... I'm sure you can see where this is going. And I'm still going to be left with a random Futon that I can't decide if we should keep or try to sell (seriously $150 for the wood sided futon and a huge fluffy pad, is a good deal, I swear).

Plus, I need to write Thank You notes this weekend, send a care package to Captain's sister in which ever desert she's currently stationed, pack my office, finish knitting the chalice lace baby blanket, start knitting the next in a long line of hats/blankets, WRITE TWO HG/SS FICS (OMG NEED TO DO THIS NOW) and clean the house up before the parents come to visit in two weeks so they can help us move the big pieces of furniture and also so they are not sleeping in a slightly dog tinkly scented living room (I'm glaring at you Colonel Brandon, we found what you did in that corner and we do not approve).

OH, and finally, the dog got his yearly haircut and they shaved him down to the skin almost this time. He looks so sad. It's hilarious, honestly. I feel sorry for him and give him carrots and tell him how handsome he is in a bid to try to boost his self-esteem.
The only downside to going home to visit family is the lack of internet. Before I left, I looked up the (only) place in town that offered free wi-fi and promised Captain that if it got too bad we could always go out for coffee (that neither of us drink) and catch up on our e-mail/LJ/Facebook/etc.

We didn't bother.

I almost didn't even get my laptop out when we stopped at a hotel on the way home on Saturday (there was a jacuzzi in my room, I soaked and watched Jurassic Park and it was worth every penny to be out of the damn car at that point). Of course, I did turn the laptop on and that's when I realized just how much stuff can accumulate when you ignore the cyberworld for over a week.

Anywho, I've just finished unpacking and putting away all of our fabulous early Christmas presents. (I'm not the only one who alphabetizes the DVDs and stuff, right?)

I finished knitting another little baby (not mine) project just before I left for the holidays, so I'll attempt to post pictures of that to [livejournal.com profile] the_evil_gnome later.

Unfortunately, since I didn't get the laptop out the entire time I was away, I did not work on the fic I was hoping to write for [livejournal.com profile] celebrate_sshg, but I'll have some free time before the fifth and I've still got my fingers crossed that I'll be able to work on it. If not, I can always take some time with it and post it later as a simple one shot or something.

Then again, the lure of Lego Harry Potter might become too strong and I could end up spending the next week playing on the Wii.

OH, before I forget, I also managed to see Deathly Hallows part 1 last week. Not enough Snape. Too much camping. Of course, the same could be said of the first half of the book, so I suppose the movie wasn't too far off the mark. (Far enough for me to go "What the gravy is this?" more than once, though.)
The only downside to going home to visit family is the lack of internet. Before I left, I looked up the (only) place in town that offered free wi-fi and promised Captain that if it got too bad we could always go out for coffee (that neither of us drink) and catch up on our e-mail/LJ/Facebook/etc.

We didn't bother.

I almost didn't even get my laptop out when we stopped at a hotel on the way home on Saturday (there was a jacuzzi in my room, I soaked and watched Jurassic Park and it was worth every penny to be out of the damn car at that point). Of course, I did turn the laptop on and that's when I realized just how much stuff can accumulate when you ignore the cyberworld for over a week.

Anywho, I've just finished unpacking and putting away all of our fabulous early Christmas presents. (I'm not the only one who alphabetizes the DVDs and stuff, right?)

I finished knitting another little baby (not mine) project just before I left for the holidays, so I'll attempt to post pictures of that to [livejournal.com profile] the_evil_gnome later.

Unfortunately, since I didn't get the laptop out the entire time I was away, I did not work on the fic I was hoping to write for [livejournal.com profile] celebrate_sshg, but I'll have some free time before the fifth and I've still got my fingers crossed that I'll be able to work on it. If not, I can always take some time with it and post it later as a simple one shot or something.

Then again, the lure of Lego Harry Potter might become too strong and I could end up spending the next week playing on the Wii.

OH, before I forget, I also managed to see Deathly Hallows part 1 last week. Not enough Snape. Too much camping. Of course, the same could be said of the first half of the book, so I suppose the movie wasn't too far off the mark. (Far enough for me to go "What the gravy is this?" more than once, though.)
As most people on my flist seem to do, I try to keep my postings here a bit separate from my RL. I have RL friends on LJ, but they are people who *gasp* know my fannish little secrets. In other words, they know I write HP smut. When I do mention personal things, I tend to lock them down so that my RL name isn't clearly linked with my personal LJ or my Fic LJ. It's not that I don't want to be a nice, open person, but I've got some friends and family who just would not understand or approve of my double life again, HP smut also, sometimes, I like to rant about those anonymous friends and family in the privacy of my flock.

In other words, please don't post things I've got under flock to Facebook or Twitter or whatever. If I wanted my stuff posted there, I would have already crossposted it myself (as I sometimes do).

In other news, I've been knitting the Captain a Jayne Cobb hat from Firefly. It's a Christmas present, and he knows about it, and it's driving me batty because I have to use Magic Loop on the circular needles and I hate Magic Loop.
As most people on my flist seem to do, I try to keep my postings here a bit separate from my RL. I have RL friends on LJ, but they are people who *gasp* know my fannish little secrets. In other words, they know I write HP smut. When I do mention personal things, I tend to lock them down so that my RL name isn't clearly linked with my personal LJ or my Fic LJ. It's not that I don't want to be a nice, open person, but I've got some friends and family who just would not understand or approve of my double life again, HP smut also, sometimes, I like to rant about those anonymous friends and family in the privacy of my flock.

In other words, please don't post things I've got under flock to Facebook or Twitter or whatever. If I wanted my stuff posted there, I would have already crossposted it myself (as I sometimes do).

In other news, I've been knitting the Captain a Jayne Cobb hat from Firefly. It's a Christmas present, and he knows about it, and it's driving me batty because I have to use Magic Loop on the circular needles and I hate Magic Loop.
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( Mar. 7th, 2009 09:10 am)
As of 6:30 this morning, Captain is an uncle!
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( Mar. 7th, 2009 09:10 am)
As of 6:30 this morning, Captain is an uncle!
Mainly because while I am now the giddy owner of my very own crossbow - passed down to me from my father this Christmas, heeee, crossbow! - I currently have no bolts for it.

Which is probably a good thing because this puppy has no safety and I'm pretty sure it could take off a finger if I'm not careful with it.

Second only to the supreme awesomeness of the heirloom crossbow was a gift from my sister - GeMagic - an 'As Seen on TV' Bedazzler type thingy. That's right, friends of mine, prepare to be Bedazzled next Christmas because I can almost guarantee that Something will end up bejemmed.

There were lots of other presents - a few were even waiting for me when I got back home tonight - AND I learned how to make friendship bracelets while I was gone. I've always wanted to know how to knot those things, and Midget, Mom and I all sat around the kitchen table and learned.

Perhaps a Bedazzled friendship bracelet? Thoughts?

Where was I?

So... Yes, spent a week with the family, which was fabulous and exactly what I needed because I had been sort of down after Captain left.

Don't get me wrong, I am so happy to be home with the kitties (Brandon will be sprung from the kennel tomorrow, I hope) and in my own bed with my precious, precious internets... but I was really happy to be able to just veg in the living room with the family, watching Discovery channel (I love you, Dirty Jobs and Mythbusters, I really do) and playing Harry Potter Clue.

Oh, I almost forgot. Tuesday night, just as I'm leaving the grocery store, Captain called to let me know that someone would be showing up at the door with a surprise for me at some point, and as I walked in the front door with him still on the phone and started to warn Mom... she pointed to the coffee table.

There was a box from FTD.

He sent me roses.

Just when I think I can't love him more...

I hope everyone had a happy holiday season type thing, and I wish everyone a fabulous New Year!
Mainly because while I am now the giddy owner of my very own crossbow - passed down to me from my father this Christmas, heeee, crossbow! - I currently have no bolts for it.

Which is probably a good thing because this puppy has no safety and I'm pretty sure it could take off a finger if I'm not careful with it.

Second only to the supreme awesomeness of the heirloom crossbow was a gift from my sister - GeMagic - an 'As Seen on TV' Bedazzler type thingy. That's right, friends of mine, prepare to be Bedazzled next Christmas because I can almost guarantee that Something will end up bejemmed.

There were lots of other presents - a few were even waiting for me when I got back home tonight - AND I learned how to make friendship bracelets while I was gone. I've always wanted to know how to knot those things, and Midget, Mom and I all sat around the kitchen table and learned.

Perhaps a Bedazzled friendship bracelet? Thoughts?

Where was I?

So... Yes, spent a week with the family, which was fabulous and exactly what I needed because I had been sort of down after Captain left.

Don't get me wrong, I am so happy to be home with the kitties (Brandon will be sprung from the kennel tomorrow, I hope) and in my own bed with my precious, precious internets... but I was really happy to be able to just veg in the living room with the family, watching Discovery channel (I love you, Dirty Jobs and Mythbusters, I really do) and playing Harry Potter Clue.

Oh, I almost forgot. Tuesday night, just as I'm leaving the grocery store, Captain called to let me know that someone would be showing up at the door with a surprise for me at some point, and as I walked in the front door with him still on the phone and started to warn Mom... she pointed to the coffee table.

There was a box from FTD.

He sent me roses.

Just when I think I can't love him more...

I hope everyone had a happy holiday season type thing, and I wish everyone a fabulous New Year!
Since Captain came home. Which means that he'll be leaving in just under a week.

I'm going to just forget about that part of it and concentrate on what has been going on since we picked up Captain at the airport.

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Since Captain came home. Which means that he'll be leaving in just under a week.

I'm going to just forget about that part of it and concentrate on what has been going on since we picked up Captain at the airport.

Read more... )
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( Nov. 2nd, 2008 04:55 am)
Let's see... I joined the cult of Facebook several weeks ago, gave in to Beck's overwhelming (snerk) peer pressure and joined Twitter last night - and have been resisting the urge to tell people I'm Twitterpatted all day.

Have been working from the laptop in the living room because I started feeling guilty about the furballs being alone all day, plus I'm in the process of steam cleaning who knows how many years worth of gross out of the carpets and the dog needs constant supervision to make sure he doesn't decide to set my efforts back several days. I have a perfectly lovely office, full of my weird and amusing (to me) things, and a nice padded desk chair, but no... I've spent the last week and a half sitting on a kitchen chair so that Loki can smash his head against my chin and fall asleep leaning against me. Weird cat.

Captain is coming home in somewhere around three weeks, give or take two days. Even though I know that he won't care, I feel like I should clean the house top to bottom. I can almost guarantee that he won't notice the difference between how the house is right now and after I've cleaned (except for the tribble accumulating on the bathroom floor that I really need to just give in and sweep up). I could just tell him I cleaned the house and spend all my time playing on the Wii.

Wrote about eight hundred more words on my exchange fic over the last two days. Not horrid, but the deadline is the 14th and I would guess I'm only about halfway done with the story, so I need to buckle down and stop letting myself get distracted by things like nerves about the husband coming home, knitting, facebook, and MySims.

I love MySims.

It would also help if I got out of bed sometime before five in the afternoon (but that would mean going to sleep sometime before six am, and that obviously isn't going to happen tonight).

Anywho, tonight shall be dinner at Kobe to celebrate Sarah's wedding anniversary (I keep telling her I'm going to be her date.) and then another late night while I try to knock out more fic.

I think that's about it. Did I remember to mention Captain's sister is having a baby? A little boy. I think that makes me an aunt. An aunt-in-law at the very least, right?
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( Nov. 2nd, 2008 04:55 am)
Let's see... I joined the cult of Facebook several weeks ago, gave in to Beck's overwhelming (snerk) peer pressure and joined Twitter last night - and have been resisting the urge to tell people I'm Twitterpatted all day.

Have been working from the laptop in the living room because I started feeling guilty about the furballs being alone all day, plus I'm in the process of steam cleaning who knows how many years worth of gross out of the carpets and the dog needs constant supervision to make sure he doesn't decide to set my efforts back several days. I have a perfectly lovely office, full of my weird and amusing (to me) things, and a nice padded desk chair, but no... I've spent the last week and a half sitting on a kitchen chair so that Loki can smash his head against my chin and fall asleep leaning against me. Weird cat.

Captain is coming home in somewhere around three weeks, give or take two days. Even though I know that he won't care, I feel like I should clean the house top to bottom. I can almost guarantee that he won't notice the difference between how the house is right now and after I've cleaned (except for the tribble accumulating on the bathroom floor that I really need to just give in and sweep up). I could just tell him I cleaned the house and spend all my time playing on the Wii.

Wrote about eight hundred more words on my exchange fic over the last two days. Not horrid, but the deadline is the 14th and I would guess I'm only about halfway done with the story, so I need to buckle down and stop letting myself get distracted by things like nerves about the husband coming home, knitting, facebook, and MySims.

I love MySims.

It would also help if I got out of bed sometime before five in the afternoon (but that would mean going to sleep sometime before six am, and that obviously isn't going to happen tonight).

Anywho, tonight shall be dinner at Kobe to celebrate Sarah's wedding anniversary (I keep telling her I'm going to be her date.) and then another late night while I try to knock out more fic.

I think that's about it. Did I remember to mention Captain's sister is having a baby? A little boy. I think that makes me an aunt. An aunt-in-law at the very least, right?
Captain sent me a package that arrived on Saturday, and it contained birthday presents. For me!

My birthday isn't until the fifth, but he wanted to make sure they arrived before the day. Originally, he wanted me to wait to open the package, but I've been a bit down in the dumps lately and he asked me to go ahead and open it when I got it so I could read his letter.

He made a sterling silver bracelet, and sent a pretty carved wooden box for my perfume bottles.

And most importantly, he wrote me a letter.

Two more months.
Captain sent me a package that arrived on Saturday, and it contained birthday presents. For me!

My birthday isn't until the fifth, but he wanted to make sure they arrived before the day. Originally, he wanted me to wait to open the package, but I've been a bit down in the dumps lately and he asked me to go ahead and open it when I got it so I could read his letter.

He made a sterling silver bracelet, and sent a pretty carved wooden box for my perfume bottles.

And most importantly, he wrote me a letter.

Two more months.
Firstly, I managed to come up with that ever elusive third prompt idea for the SS/HG Exchange and got my sign up all posted, good and proper. And only six days from the deadline.

My parents came down to visit. There was Kobe for dinner. Tomorrow there shall be a hike and a trip to the top of a mountain. It's a short mountain.

And... most importantly... we got a new member of the household today.

Her name is Stink Pot (I so did not name her) and the vet says she's a special needs kitty.

She is extremely people shy, and very anxious - to the point of over grooming herself. I only saw her for a few minutes at the vet, she didn't want to be around anyone she didn't know, and I didn't want to upset her.

When I brought her home, I left her in the carrier and set her on the floor for the others to come sniff. The dog ignored her completely, as he does. The other two cats were interested for awhile, but eventually wandered off. I took Stinker back to my room so she could have a room away from the others for a few days to adjust, and opened the carrier. She disappeared under the bed before I had a chance to blink.

A few hours later, I wanted to make sure she was alright, and checked under the bed. No cat.

No cat anywhere in the bedroom, actually, which caused me a few moments of confusion before I thought to check in the bathroom cabinets. Which, of course, was where she was. Rather than trying to get her to leave, I just cleaned up the extra junk from under the sink and put in one of the cat blankets so that she could have something to lie on if she wanted it.

Picture Time )

Under the sink was fine with me, but when she managed to work her way in to the box spring of my bed... that was bad. I think I've managed to cover the hole she used - after spending twenty minutes luring a people shy cat out of her safe hidey hole - with some three ring binders full of my husbands collectible pirate cards. For the moment, Stinker seems content to just chill under the bed.

By the way, assuming she stays with us - and I'm hoping she does, but that will depend on how she reacts to the rest of the menagerie and they to her - I'm thinking she'll need a new name. I can't continue to call her Stink Pot.
Firstly, I managed to come up with that ever elusive third prompt idea for the SS/HG Exchange and got my sign up all posted, good and proper. And only six days from the deadline.

My parents came down to visit. There was Kobe for dinner. Tomorrow there shall be a hike and a trip to the top of a mountain. It's a short mountain.

And... most importantly... we got a new member of the household today.

Her name is Stink Pot (I so did not name her) and the vet says she's a special needs kitty.

She is extremely people shy, and very anxious - to the point of over grooming herself. I only saw her for a few minutes at the vet, she didn't want to be around anyone she didn't know, and I didn't want to upset her.

When I brought her home, I left her in the carrier and set her on the floor for the others to come sniff. The dog ignored her completely, as he does. The other two cats were interested for awhile, but eventually wandered off. I took Stinker back to my room so she could have a room away from the others for a few days to adjust, and opened the carrier. She disappeared under the bed before I had a chance to blink.

A few hours later, I wanted to make sure she was alright, and checked under the bed. No cat.

No cat anywhere in the bedroom, actually, which caused me a few moments of confusion before I thought to check in the bathroom cabinets. Which, of course, was where she was. Rather than trying to get her to leave, I just cleaned up the extra junk from under the sink and put in one of the cat blankets so that she could have something to lie on if she wanted it.

Picture Time )

Under the sink was fine with me, but when she managed to work her way in to the box spring of my bed... that was bad. I think I've managed to cover the hole she used - after spending twenty minutes luring a people shy cat out of her safe hidey hole - with some three ring binders full of my husbands collectible pirate cards. For the moment, Stinker seems content to just chill under the bed.

By the way, assuming she stays with us - and I'm hoping she does, but that will depend on how she reacts to the rest of the menagerie and they to her - I'm thinking she'll need a new name. I can't continue to call her Stink Pot.
And it's only Wednesday.

Isn't it?

As you saw in the earlier post, I had a fabulous weekend, but it was extremely tiring - probably because I didn't sleep much and what sleep I did get was not in my bed. I love my bed. It is made of awesome and rainbows, but not perky rainbows, dark and dramatic red and black and gold ones with just a hint of fuzziness on the comforter and a huge amount of pillows that I can make a nest with and the fan that blows on me and only me mwhahaha...

Why yes, I am a little tired right now, why do you ask?

Anywho, I didn't mention before, but Sunday was my sixth wedding anniversary. As per the norm my wedding anniversary is cursed in such a way that the husband and I don't usually actually spend the day together. In six years, we've had one good anniversary. I mean, we do try to make some effort but we're usually either moving, on the road, deployed, extremely sick or very very annoyed with each other when the first of June rolls around. Sometimes a combo of any of the above. This year, obviously, we spent apart and I was grateful to be out with friends and watching a movie rather than moping about at home all alone.

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And it's only Wednesday.

Isn't it?

As you saw in the earlier post, I had a fabulous weekend, but it was extremely tiring - probably because I didn't sleep much and what sleep I did get was not in my bed. I love my bed. It is made of awesome and rainbows, but not perky rainbows, dark and dramatic red and black and gold ones with just a hint of fuzziness on the comforter and a huge amount of pillows that I can make a nest with and the fan that blows on me and only me mwhahaha...

Why yes, I am a little tired right now, why do you ask?

Anywho, I didn't mention before, but Sunday was my sixth wedding anniversary. As per the norm my wedding anniversary is cursed in such a way that the husband and I don't usually actually spend the day together. In six years, we've had one good anniversary. I mean, we do try to make some effort but we're usually either moving, on the road, deployed, extremely sick or very very annoyed with each other when the first of June rolls around. Sometimes a combo of any of the above. This year, obviously, we spent apart and I was grateful to be out with friends and watching a movie rather than moping about at home all alone.

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