The State of Miah

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?

The State of Miah

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?

Politics

Today is my (god-willing) one and only post about my political views.

Ahem.

I have views. No one else really gives a flying bike what they are, as they have views of their own. Arguing about who has the "correct" view point never, ever, ever leads anywhere good and very rarely ever changes any one's mind.

For the first time in my life I voted in an election. Voted, past tense. Sent in my ballot last week. The die is cast, the choice is made, now leave me the F alone about it, peoples.

No, I don't want your political Flair on Facebook. No, I don't want to read the spam forwards with jokes about Obama and/or McCain. (Although, I admit the Palin - Joseph and Mary rode into Bethlehem on dinosaurs joke will never get old with me, but that's because I'm admittedly infantile and that has nothing to do with my views on whether or not the woman is fit to someday govern the country... a view I am keeping to myself, btw.)

To be honest, I find some of the "information" being sent my way to be offensive as well as completely made of fiction, yet I've been keeping my mouth shut and using the power of the delete key to make my silent opinion heard. I've stayed the hell out of political discussions with friends and strangers - especially with friends I happen to know will be voting for "the other guy" because I don't discuss politics (or religion for that matter) with people I want to invite to my birthday party next year.

All I ask is that I be granted the same in return. Have fun voting for which ever candidate you want, but stop trying to get me to follow along.

Right or wrong, my choice has been made, now I'd just like to be left alone to write my Snape/Hermione fic and play with the Wii.

Politics

Today is my (god-willing) one and only post about my political views.

Ahem.

I have views. No one else really gives a flying bike what they are, as they have views of their own. Arguing about who has the "correct" view point never, ever, ever leads anywhere good and very rarely ever changes any one's mind.

For the first time in my life I voted in an election. Voted, past tense. Sent in my ballot last week. The die is cast, the choice is made, now leave me the F alone about it, peoples.

No, I don't want your political Flair on Facebook. No, I don't want to read the spam forwards with jokes about Obama and/or McCain. (Although, I admit the Palin - Joseph and Mary rode into Bethlehem on dinosaurs joke will never get old with me, but that's because I'm admittedly infantile and that has nothing to do with my views on whether or not the woman is fit to someday govern the country... a view I am keeping to myself, btw.)

To be honest, I find some of the "information" being sent my way to be offensive as well as completely made of fiction, yet I've been keeping my mouth shut and using the power of the delete key to make my silent opinion heard. I've stayed the hell out of political discussions with friends and strangers - especially with friends I happen to know will be voting for "the other guy" because I don't discuss politics (or religion for that matter) with people I want to invite to my birthday party next year.

All I ask is that I be granted the same in return. Have fun voting for which ever candidate you want, but stop trying to get me to follow along.

Right or wrong, my choice has been made, now I'd just like to be left alone to write my Snape/Hermione fic and play with the Wii.