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So the day starts off at 7:15 with Haku having a seizure. Of course, the one time Callum sleeps till the alarm goes off, Haku has to be up at 7:15. I kinda knew he could have one, because I ended up putting stupid Advantix on him, which is a neurotoxin. I hate using it and I only do it for like, three months of the year, when ticks are bad. But I did find a deer tick on ME the other day. And I had tick repellent on, too. Let me tell you. Flipping OUT. That is so unfair. And a deer tick, too, not just a regular old stupid dog tick.

I know he has the seizures and then he's fine after a long walk around the yard and his medicine, but it still never gets any easier to watch when he has them. It's just not fun.

But, aside from that. I'm happy to say that it's been about 75 degrees this whole week during they day, even getting up to 80. I had a feeling we were going to skip Spring and go straight on into Summer, so I wish there had been a few 50s and 60s in there for a month or so, you know, like in April. But April was all 20s to 40s. :/

But a hot day makes me want to get out there and do things, so that's what we've been doing.

The washer and dryer finally up and quit after about, what 20 years? So I went to PC Richards to pick out a new set, but they have to install a 220, blah blah, washer came today, dryer tomorrow etc. Callum had a total freak-out in the store when we had to leave without buying “ten bacuum.” (There were seven. We left without any of them.) He's been a little off the last two days, like really cranky and tired. Yesterday he was better than the day before, and today pretty much his normal self. He's never had a meltdown in a store before so I was like “whaaaaaat?”

So anyway, I didn't exactly expect the washer today, but I was, fortunately, home in time for them to come set it up. The whole thing took about twenty minutes. I am legitimately bummed out that I neglected to say “farewell” to the old washer. I was just in a giant rush because, wait, back up--

So I was awake mad early, and took the dogs out. As I think I mentioned, I've been trying to trap that bird-killing, yard-pooping, asshole cat that comes in the yard. So far I've caught a possum, and one raccoon three times. Stupid bastard was in the trap again this morning. Bro. Get out of the trap. Why so dumb? Then he was trying to swat me with his little garbage-paws as I was fumbling with the thing to release the door and let him go. I'm really tired of catching this raccoon.

After that little adventure, I decided to go to Home Depot to get a tomato plant or two, because the seedlings that Callum planted (well, I did it, but he helped by patting the soil and watering them,) are still too small and I want to put something out there. Turns out it is “garden week” or some nonsense which is the worst thing in the world, I mean I should not have been there. But I mean they had a sale. I accidentally plants. Not many, I mean, 4 for $10, that's not bad, and I got four. Well, six. And two hanging ones, but one is for my cousin for Mother's Day and the other is for my Mom for Mother's Day even though it's totally in Callum's garden.

As we were leaving HD with all our garden stuff, it's hot as BALLS and windy and my hair was blowing all over, and I felt something touching my face. Figured it was my hair. Until I saw my own shadow, with this big old eight-legged scrawl next to it, and holy balls the biggest spider was hanging out of my hair. A wolf spider, I think. But I'm a friend to spiders, so I pulled it off by its web and set it down. I just thought that was a little freaky though, I mean oh man, this was one big sucker and it was crawling on my face for however long.

So anyway, we got home and I put sunblock and this new kind of tick repellent on Callum and me, and we went out to plant the garden. I let Callum water it, which was kind of a mistake, since he's a toddler and decides to just up and drop the hose like, “Yeah, done here.” So of course I get soaked and he gets soaked. But the four plants got planted (I did buy two little flowers, too – not sure where to plant them yet,) and then we went inside so I could hose him down in the sink, get the sunblock and bug repellent off of him. And that's when the PC Richards truck showed up, of course.

But like I said, it was quick and easy. I'll probably spend all day tomorrow after work catching up on laundry.

The rest of the next week leading up to Callum's birthday is all kinds of stressy, with a Dr. appointment - just an annual, but also I need a prescription for a mattress without chemicals in it, I mean I just want to buy one because I want one for Callum, but you need a prescription to order one, I wish I was kidding,) and blah blah. I just hate going to the doctor, is all. I guess everyone does.

Callum's birthday was so excellent last year, the weather, the company, his own happiness – I hope it can be just as nice this year. And of course there will be tons of pics.
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I've been trying to catch that stupid cat in the trap, so I can put down a garden without it turning into a giant litter box. But so far I've trapped a possum, and a terrified raccoon. Callum saw the raccoon in the trap the morning I found it, so he's been talking all about the “maccoom” since then. And of course the dogs are going out of their minds. (I did let the maccoom go. It scurried under the damn shed, where it's probably got a nice little home and a ton of babies who are also going to spend their lives trying to eat garbage. But I don't know what else to do with it.)

National Poetry Month is over and thank god for that. Almost all of my poems were forced and really sucky this year. I wasn't feeling it, and I'd almost always rather have been writing something else or even just doing something else. And to top it all off, I got a message from a curator at hitRECord, and would I be interested in writing something for a science-related radio show? HELL YES I WOULD. What's the deadline? MAY 1st. Oops! I really want to whip something up tonight before bed. I hope I can!

Right now there's a guy outside cleaning the leaves out of the yard. I went and hired someone because it's been YEARS, the place looks like trash, and I just don't have time. He's doing it for really cheap. So I keep going out there every half hour to bring him some food and water and ask if he wants a sandwich or something like that. It's not even going to be perfect; it's just getting rid of years worth of leaves. The rest of the junk (old Xmas trees, tons of weeds and brush,) is still going to be there. Two hours a day, I get. I use them to write. The yard doesn't even come in second. But it's still hard for me to ask for help – even if I'm paying.

Mother's Day is just around the corner, and then Callum's birthday. I generally don't do much for Mother's Day—really just get a little something for my Mom—but I really look forward to Callum's birthday. Err, all two of them so far. Last year's one was such a beautiful and fun day. I hope this one will be, too. I actually just bought him that stupid LeapPad thing. There are so many things I said I would never do as a Mom that I have to do now, like microwaving things. Honestly, sometimes you just run out of time and you're like, “Okay, I fail as a Mom today.” I don't necessarily think that getting a Leap Pad is a fail, though; it's not like he's going to use it all the time. He's got a little toy laptop, and even a few other LeapFrog products, like toy phones and tablets, and he only uses them once in a while. This one has WiFi, though, and I figured I'd get it for the airplane ride in August, at the very least. We still mostly run around the house, or outside, and play, and read. I'm happy to say that I'm not really exaggerating with that. We do a lot of things that don't involve watching TV or youtube. So I think a little WiFi toy will be okay; it's not going to eat all his time.

You know, the way Tumblr eats mine. ^_^ Although when I really do have to get something done, I get it done. Right now I've got a manuscript out to two people (well, a partial, and a full after a partial, which is REALLY EXCITING because hi, you liked those first 3 chapters enough to ask for more!) And I'm still revising the NaNo one like a bitch. Like a HUGE bitch, I mean I keep changing things all the time. Soon, I'm going to have to put it somewhere so that close, trusted people can look at it, and then put it into OWSFFH and let people really have a go. Do major, major revisions. And then start querying that one, too. That story doesn't even know what it is, yet. But I'm to the point where I'm dreaming about it, so I think that's good.

Yesterday was 70 degrees. Today it's back in the low 50s. Damn it, weather. TURN HOT.
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Haku had a seizure this morning at 2:30. *Sigh* it's not even a month since the last one. I was really hoping for a longer stretch than that.

Yesterday the weather was decent enough for the first walk of the season. That's me, Callum, my Mom, Chrissie, Gavin, Mason, and my two dogs. I was really pleased with how well the dogs did. Sano is on Rimadyl now and I think it's really helping him. When we got home, I heard this screeching noise that I recognized right away, and I shouldn't have even looked, but I know what it sounds like when a hawk grabs one of my grackles and it was just instinct. I call them “mine” even though I haven't raised and released a grackle in years, because they're probably all related to the ones I did release. Also because we feed them every day. Callum particularly likes going outside with a container of peanuts and yelling, “KEY-NUTS!” to the birds, and then watching them through the door as they come get their key-nuts.

But anyway, this one little hawk has been living in the trees next to my house for years. I'm like 93% sure it's a Cooper's hawk. And like, I get it, circle of life, hawk's gotta eat too, probably got some babies on the way just like all the other birds. But UGH I hate it when they take one of mine, and mostly I hate when I see it happen.

Aside from that. I went to Lowe's today and got a 4X4 pre-made garden bed, and some organic soil. Now I just have to seed some veggies and plant them. Well actually, no, two more things. I need to get the hose fixed so I can water the garden. The plumber guy lives down the street and he's really nice. He's offered a barter: He'll do some plumbing work around the house in exchange for the old Caddy. You know: Shinigami? My beloved car that is sitting in the driveway, rusting and rotting. Like, I want it to have life again, but I can't afford to fix it and yet I can't seem to let it go, either. But two years ago I made a short video about the Caddy, and how I felt attached to it and had a hard time dealing with it emotionally. That video made it onto JGL's “Don Jon” DVD as an extra. And for some reason that made me feel better about it, just putting it out there. So I think maybe I'm ready to let the Caddy go, but only if I know that guy who gets it (the plumber's son,) is going to fix it up. If he's going to junk it, then I can't make that barter.

The other thing I need to do is get a trap for the stupid cat in the yard. First of all, I should have done that last year, because it takes dumps all over the place and Sano is always trying to eat it. Which is totally dangerous for dogs. It's also the same cat who killed all of my birds that one year. He was actually trapped back then, but the bastard got away. I legitimately so HATE this cat, but I also don't want it to die. So I need to trap it, so that it won't crap all over my garden. And then it can live in a shelter or something, IDK, eat real cat food instead of killing birds.

And then I'll be good to go.

Oh, but I have to stock on on IR2535 first, because I'm not going to be out there planting things and getting ticks on me.

Primarily, though, it has to actually warm up and act like Spring out there.
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Today is such a gorgeous day. LIke Bob Marley said, “Sun is shining, weather is sweet.” I took the dogs to the beach for a long walk, and I’ve been outside setting up bird feeders and putting my tropicals out for the season, scrubbing bird baths, re-arranging things, etc. just to be outdoors. Everything is so green and lush, and it smells like the ocean and apple blossoms.

The latest Hyperbole and a Half  gives people a really intense look into what depression feels like. Reading it has made me so grateful that I’m able to enjoy days like today, and more understanding of people who can’t.

So, here's how the rest of my week went. I finished up my last (so far) day of work. I don't plan to take too much time off, because I honestly can't even afford to, so I only hope the clinic will still be there when I get back.

Then I had a doctor appointment, which are once a week now; kind of a pain. I had a different doctor, some dude, whom friends assured me was very chill. He was nice, really; looked at the birth plan I'd written up and agreed with everything on it, etc.

But here's what happened: he was running an hour late. The nurse who weighed me was pissy and in a huge rush. She didn't wait for the scale to stop tipping and she wrote down that I had lost two pounds. (Maybe I'd lost one, or just hadn't gained. Which is totally normal.) But then the doctor saw it, and he thought I measured too small, didn't look right or whatever. So he made me go back for another ultrasound 4 days later. I pretty much had a feeling nothing was wrong and they were just being stupid about it and trying to get some more money, but of course, you worry about things like this anyway.

But, I went back Tuesday and had yet another different doctor who was like, "Umm, why are you here?" Even the u/s lady was all "Everything is perfectly normal, what is the meaning of this?"

So now I'm super annoyed and I hope I don't get this doctor for delivery, because he seems to be an alarmist.

They also keep pestering me to get internal exams every week. (Sorry, TMI.) I keep declining. I think you only need maybe one, before the due date. They were really insistent and totally confused about why I was turning it down. The nurse was literally like "You're really not doing it? I mean... your pants are staying on?" YES, FFS. They were so insistent about getting all up in my puanani that I began seriously to suspect their motives. >_> Back away from the vagina, people.

(A few years ago, Jo-chan and I were trying to come up with some way to invent one of those spring-loaded boxing gloves that you could stick between your legs during an OBGYN exam. It would have a trigger or something that you could pull when the doctor went down there for a look. IDK, I still think that's hilarious.)

But enough about my crotch.

I was supposed to have new windows by now, but contractors across-the-board suck. I'm sorry to any contractors who don't. I don't believe in you; you're like Santa Claus. Not that I can actually afford new windows, but the ones in my bedroom (which is going to be the baby's room) are cracked. Like seriously cracked, completely broken, ice on the inside of the windowsill, black mold building up, can't-get-room-above-50-in-the-winter kind of broken. My Mom actually put it on her credit card, tbh, paying like 50 bucks a month. Anyway, originally they were going to put a rush on it and get it done in the beginning of May, but, contractors, you know. "Beginning of May" means "end of June, maybe."

Oh, here's another thing. I have Havoc outside today. It's not his first time outdoors (I've dragged his entire cage outside a few times, to get him some sun, even though this totally panics him,) but it is his first time in the aviary. I figured, I'm not using it for a while, let's see if he can stand it out there. And honestly, he's been screaming so completely non-stop lately, I have no idea what's causing it but it's driving me insane. Today when I took the dogs to the beach he screamed so loud and so long that I could hear him from my car, down the block. O_O

So, I put him outside and set him up with a bath, perches, food, peanuts, and a toy. He was hysterical for about five minutes until he discovered his water bowl. Then he had a drink, got on a perch, and chilled out. He's nice and quiet now and I am a much calmer person without him screeching the way he has been. I think I'll put him out during the day, and bring him in at night. (He could stay out at night since I fixed the aviary all secure, but IDK, I'd probably be too nervous.)

Oh, and I had Sano's bloodtest done again this month. Once again, everything is normal. (*knock on wood!*) This is the first time in years he's had platelets in the spring. Haku is still having seizures on his new meds, so it's not a totally perfect situation, but Sano not being on pred is totally new. The only thing I did differently this year was give him coconut oil with his dinner, because I read some anecdotal stuff from people with ITP saying that it had worked for them. Very odd. I even started cutting down on his SUPER EXPENSIVE Chinese Medicine pills. Maybe I can get to the point of filling them every 40 days instead of every 20, saving over $100 a month. Let's hope.

As for the rest of today, maybe I'll do a little writing, maybe some recording for HitRECord, maybe some laundry. I've already had the dogs to the beach this morning for a nice long walk, and done lots of outdoorsy work and now my hips are aching again. Well anyway, won't be long now!

Sun is shining, weather is sweet. :)

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Yesterday, it turned out that we didn't end up going to dinner after work. So I picked up Haku and came home. Still, it was our receptionist's last day and I was very down in the dumps about that. I've had a lot of fun working with her.

You know what I forgot to mention, Sano's been off pred since last Saturday. That's awesome. For future reference: yes he is still ravenous, and yes he's throwing up some. That's what happens. I just always like to keep track of things like this to see if they match up year to year.

Oh my god, the weather has been down to freezing. I hate that, it's ridiculous. I already put most of my plants outside for the season. Hello, IT IS ALMOST MAY. What is this crap, and we didn't even really have a winter. I've said this before and all, but it's been like, 35-40 degrees since October. SUCH a bitch.

And since we didn't have a winter, the bugs are insane. Okay, so in the past I've had a problem with ants, since I live on the ground floor. They're always all over the floor, and last year they were in my bathroom, too. They took over my jade tree and got into a few other potted plants. This year, I spent an entire day submerging the plants to get rid of them, and trying to drown the queen (if that's even possible. Who the eff knows? Maybe she holds her breath.) Only a few days later, the ants were back. But that was nothing compared to today.

Today, I went to change the cartridge on my water filter that attaches to the faucet. I unscrewed it, and hundreds of ants poured out. OF MY WATER FILTER. WHICH I HAVE BEEN USING. It looked like they'd been in the aerated spaces and not the water spaces, otherwise they would have been coming out in the water, and they probably would have drowned, right? At any rate, I was horror-film screaming in my mind. I boiled water and submerged the entire filter. Then, for two hours I had to keep cleaning it over and over again, because you can't take the damned thing apart; all those tiny little holes, and no way to clean inside of it at all. I just kept dunking it under water and shaking it out. For TWO HOURS I did this, and more and more dead ants just kept coming out. So I did it until everything was out, and then I boiled it again.

So, awesome, right, that's all done with and they're all gone. New filter, everything should be fine, right? BUT NO. About an hour later, I saw another ant crawling on the faucet again, and then another, and another, like they were trying to get back in there. OMG, for effing what? I killed every last goddamn one, disinfected, nothing left. It's not like there's food around there or anything, it's an effing water faucet.

I just don't know wtf to do about these ants. What I do know is that no ant will ever receive quarter from me again. I'll destroy them all without mercy. This is my destiny.

No, but really, I was so horrified and I'll probably have nightmares about it tonight.

And while we're on the subject of nightmares, I started watching Lost (I know, I'm what, seven years late on this?) and the whole plane crash thing gave me some mad plane crash nightmares, too. The show is interesting—so far it's giving me more thoughts than feels—but I can't really get interested in too many of the characters. I like Sayid, Hurley, and Locke. That's about it. Everyone else I kind of want to punch so far.

That aside, I've been revising the manuscript writing other stuff instead (I know, I know,) and I did a few little things for HitRECord, like a ridiculous porn parody that people are getting a kick out of – and I find myself so damn funny, I just can't get over it. Going for walks and jogs with the dogs, going to work, Kung Fu, doing laundry, killing ants. That's about it. So exciting right now, I don't know how anyone can even stand reading about it without biting their fingernails clean off in suspense.

Just sit there and try to cope with how riveting my life is right now.




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Today, a Friday, I was the PRODUCTIVE GIRL. I had a few hours to myself, so I cleaned both fish tanks, cleaned the bathroom, dusted, fixed my busted screen door (the back one - it's going to break again, it always does but it's fixed for now,) planted my outside plants, got Haku to the vet for his bandage change, picked up dog food, and fired off THREE QUERIES. (One rejection, two still waiting.)

I was hoping that Haku would get the cast totally off, but instead they just put a smaller one on. It's because the incision won't close. He's having some kind of histamine reaction to – to what? To everything. Sutures, staples, metal plate, pollen, air, the world. No one knows. But it's all red and oozy so they can't leave it uncovered.

However, he is actually bearing weight on the leg, and it's the first time since December that he's done that.

That was today.

Tomorrow: Work. I only have two appointments so far. Hopefully I'll get at least one more, and hopefully, I'll get some tips. ^_^ I feel like I got spoiled by my first week, when I had a crazy amount of appointments and people were tipping like mad. This past week, that all just dropped off. I think I need to get used to the fact that it's just going to fluctuate.

Most of my time has been spent with the Boychild. They did the amputation surgery on my aunt two days ago. She hasn't regained consciousness yet which is somewhat concerning, but I (and everyone else) still feel hopeful about it. Boychild tells me, "Grandma is sick in the hospital, but she's going to feel better." ^_^

Today, the weather is super warm and springy. My hibiscus bloomed today, too:
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So pretty! My favorite color hibiscus.

Well, so that's the haps. (Yes, I just said that.) Next week: Hang with Kung Fu dude. Start cleaning yard. Start cleaning broken pool. MEND THE AVIARY.

Yes, I will do all of those things and more!
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So, this article reminds me so much of how I lost that one job, it made me angry all over again. I wasn't the one getting groped in that scenario, it was another, younger girl who was too terrified to make a report. The guy in question did harass me though, coming out of the bathroom after pissing on the walls, and wiping his hands on my arm (while pretending to try to shake my hand.)

The article has this to say: I'm realistic. I knew they were never going to arrest this guy. But here's the thing, and the point to this whole long, profane story. I know there are a lot of people who think it wasn't that big a deal. But the truth of the matter is, what this guy did was sexual assault. "Forcible touching and harassment," if you want to get specific.
Sexual assault doesn't always necessarily mean something as horrible as rape. And too often street harassment is unreported, and douchebags like this think they can get away with it because the girl is gonna be too embarrassed or too meek to do anything about it. Or they think it's "just a slap on the ass."


The story just enraged me all over again! I am so thankful that I work in a place that would never tolerate anything even approaching that level of disrespect / illegal activity. I also realize that massage therapy has this aspect to it where people think it's funny to joke about it. (You saw it sexualized on Friends a few times, IIRC though TBH, I think I only saw two episodes of that show.) People seem to think it's all right to ask if you perform sexual favors as part of your work. I don't think I know of any, or many other professions who get asked that kind of thing. I'm really thankful to be working in a professional environment where I can feel protected from creeps, in a profession that has High Creep Potential.

ANYWAY. That's my rant for today. This was not meant to be an angry post, but a happy one, because it's spring time and the weather is finally catching up with the times. It was about 72 today, breezy, and of course, everything smells deliciously of flowers, ocean, and earth.

Haku still has his cast on.
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AWWW.

Hopefully it can come off Friday and then stay off for good. And then, he will need to re-learn what he's forgotten: walking, running, jumping, being a saluki. I can't wait to see Haku be Haku again. This started on Dec. 10th; he's been without mobility for 4 and a half months now.

I'm still spending a lot of time minding the Boychild. I don't know how people do the toddler-minding thing, because they never stop! How do you watch them all the time and still breathe/pee/eat/do other things? But then yesterday I was watching him play Twilight Princess ("Wolf Link" he calls it,) and he turned to me and went "Jude?" (Because that's what he calls me.) "I WUV YOU." And I'm just all ❤_❤ (Those are hearts, in case anyone can't see them?) I tell him, "I love you too, YOU'RE THE BEST" and he Kanyeshrugs like, "Yeah, I know." Hilarious.

I've got my plants out for the season, though not planted yet. I might do that tomorrow with Boychild, although I know he'd rather stay inside and play video games. I think if it's not raining, I will throw both of us outdoors instead.

Right, so for MONTHS I've wanted to post this awesome song and finally I'm posting it:


I love the little dancing dude in there.

So I get that this is a different take on Jesus, which, if I believed in Jesus this is the interpretation that I would like the best. To me, it's just about anyone who is kind of a rebel and a badass. That's the kind of character that I really like. ^_^

Well! Now it's getting chilly and it's starting to look like rain. Ah well, it'll do the flowers good anyway. Better go close my windows.

Hurray for spring, and for a nice job. :)
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So, things are just kind of plodding along as usual, not that it's necessarily a bad thing.

Well, you know, I shouldn't exactly say that, even. There are some fantabulous things going on.

Joseph Gordon Levitt recommended my short film clip. Now, he's begun a collaboration on his website and I decided to join it, and I have an idea that I love so much it's keeping me awake at night. I want it to work so badly I'm practically peeing every moment.

And then, in school, there's this guy I thought was kind of attractive, and I creepy-stared at him enough so that he finally called me. A HOT GUY APPROACHES. JULES USES CREEPY STARING. IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE. Actually, he tried to text me but texted my landline instead (which made my phone do a Dramatic Reading of his "LOL" that I will save just for hilarity's sake.) I might try to get to know him but honestly? Yeah, I'm not getting burned again. No way, no day oh my brothers and only friends. Still, he seems nice. I hope he will stay nice and can merit a really cool code name. I'd have to think of a good one. You can hardly beat "Chocolate" for a cute-guy name, though sadly that one is ruined forever.

So, those are some essssiting things that have happened, right? Or maybe my life is fantastically boring and I get a thrill off the littlest things. :D

I do get a thrill off the littlest things, though! Got my outdoors Halloween decorations up, but hurray on that. But it rained bitches and hos today so the wires all shorted out. Blast. Still. Halloween. ^_^

Umm, I made an Inception fanvid. What, don't even judge me.

I bought some new fishes! I'm not going to put up pics until they live long enough to be off the critical list. My heart is still broken for Leon and Kyarotto. Maybe I'll get another betta, but I'll have to know for sure that it's The One.

Umm, Friday I was so late for clinic that I missed my first appointment. I left in plenty of time, but the road to the school flooded and I think that a hitch-hiker got injured by a car on the turnpike. I called the clinic from my car, hysterical, all "OMG I am so sorry to be late for clinic, I am so awful!" and my supervisor is the nicest, most mellow guy in the world. He was all, "Yeah, there was an accident, nothing you can do about it. Just get here when you get here." I saw all the flares in the road and I was thinking, Sure I'm super late for clinic and this blows and I'm totally losing my zen, but obviously someone is having a much worse day than I am." It didn't make me feel better though.

I thought for sure I was going to have to make up a treatment, but instead there was time for me to get a treatment – which I get credit for if I do an evaluation. ^_^ I felt as if I'd gotten rewarded for being late.

Then as I was doing writeups I heard said supervisor talking to another student about the merits of gaming. Now you have to imagine, this is not the kind of guy you'd picture being a hard-core gamer. He's very zen, so rational and authoritative but in a sort of gentle way. Then he went on to say that he was such a geek, he'd gotten caught by a former student at the RenFest upstate, in full viking costume.

That's when I cut into the conversation to say that I'd gone to the RenFest in costume, too. I told him I'd cosplayed Raistlin Majere - fully expecting him to say, "Who's that?" Instead he said, "RAISTLIN, OMG, BEST CHARACTER EVER WRITTEN." So we did across-the-room high fives over Raistlin and then he was like, "But...you're a girl." I told him, Yes, but, think about Raistlin. He did, for a few seconds and then said, "You know what, you're right. It takes a girl to cosplay Raistlin."

Then we geeked out over Dragonlance and Resident Evil.

It was fly.

I know you're not bored of seeing pictures of my dogs by Halloween decorations. You can't even lie to me; I can feel it coming through in waves through my computer screen.

You want to look at my photograhs. )

This entry is so rambly and disjointed that even I'm annoyed with myself. God! I'm just all, GAH, I want to make this commercial and I have to wait until I have everyone in one place. Meanwhile I have the whole thing scripted in my head and can't quit patting myself on the back over how funny I think it's going to be. It's a total sleep-vampire.

Well, honestly, I can't even read myself anymore, so I'm going to shut up now. ^_^

ETA I took my plants in for the season today. Is it sad that I have a "plants" tag?
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So, things are just kind of plodding along as usual, not that it's necessarily a bad thing.

Well, you know, I shouldn't exactly say that, even. There are some fantabulous things going on.

Joseph Gordon Levitt recommended my short film clip. Now, he's begun a collaboration on his website and I decided to join it, and I have an idea that I love so much it's keeping me awake at night. I want it to work so badly I'm practically peeing every moment.

And then, in school, there's this guy I thought was kind of attractive, and I creepy-stared at him enough so that he finally called me. A HOT GUY APPROACHES. JULES USES CREEPY STARING. IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE. Actually, he tried to text me but texted my landline instead (which made my phone do a Dramatic Reading of his "LOL" that I will save just for hilarity's sake.) I might try to get to know him but honestly? Yeah, I'm not getting burned again. No way, no day oh my brothers and only friends. Still, he seems nice. I hope he will stay nice and can merit a really cool code name. I'd have to think of a good one. You can hardly beat "Chocolate" for a cute-guy name, though sadly that one is ruined forever.

So, those are some essssiting things that have happened, right? Or maybe my life is fantastically boring and I get a thrill off the littlest things. :D

I do get a thrill off the littlest things, though! Got my outdoors Halloween decorations up, but hurray on that. But it rained bitches and hos today so the wires all shorted out. Blast. Still. Halloween. ^_^

Umm, I made an Inception fanvid. What, don't even judge me.

I bought some new fishes! I'm not going to put up pics until they live long enough to be off the critical list. My heart is still broken for Leon and Kyarotto. Maybe I'll get another betta, but I'll have to know for sure that it's The One.

Umm, Friday I was so late for clinic that I missed my first appointment. I left in plenty of time, but the road to the school flooded and I think that a hitch-hiker got injured by a car on the turnpike. I called the clinic from my car, hysterical, all "OMG I am so sorry to be late for clinic, I am so awful!" and my supervisor is the nicest, most mellow guy in the world. He was all, "Yeah, there was an accident, nothing you can do about it. Just get here when you get here." I saw all the flares in the road and I was thinking, Sure I'm super late for clinic and this blows and I'm totally losing my zen, but obviously someone is having a much worse day than I am." It didn't make me feel better though.

I thought for sure I was going to have to make up a treatment, but instead there was time for me to get a treatment – which I get credit for if I do an evaluation. ^_^ I felt as if I'd gotten rewarded for being late.

Then as I was doing writeups I heard said supervisor talking to another student about the merits of gaming. Now you have to imagine, this is not the kind of guy you'd picture being a hard-core gamer. He's very zen, so rational and authoritative but in a sort of gentle way. Then he went on to say that he was such a geek, he'd gotten caught by a former student at the RenFest upstate, in full viking costume.

That's when I cut into the conversation to say that I'd gone to the RenFest in costume, too. I told him I'd cosplayed Raistlin Majere - fully expecting him to say, "Who's that?" Instead he said, "RAISTLIN, OMG, BEST CHARACTER EVER WRITTEN." So we did across-the-room high fives over Raistlin and then he was like, "But...you're a girl." I told him, Yes, but, think about Raistlin. He did, for a few seconds and then said, "You know what, you're right. It takes a girl to cosplay Raistlin."

Then we geeked out over Dragonlance and Resident Evil.

It was fly.

I know you're not bored of seeing pictures of my dogs by Halloween decorations. You can't even lie to me; I can feel it coming through in waves through my computer screen.

You want to look at my photograhs. )

This entry is so rambly and disjointed that even I'm annoyed with myself. God! I'm just all, GAH, I want to make this commercial and I have to wait until I have everyone in one place. Meanwhile I have the whole thing scripted in my head and can't quit patting myself on the back over how funny I think it's going to be. It's a total sleep-vampire.

Well, honestly, I can't even read myself anymore, so I'm going to shut up now. ^_^

ETA I took my plants in for the season today. Is it sad that I have a "plants" tag?
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I keep having this one dream that I'm in Disneyworld with Dad, and the same thing happens each time. He comes walking up to me, looks around Disneyworld and says, "They changed it. I don't know if I"m gonna like it, but let's see." Then we'll go on a ride and it's all different and weird. Last night, it was supposed to be Epcot Center. Also, Mom was there, Gran, and a bunch of my cousins (pretty much all of them who have ever gone on a trip with me.) We got on this new ride that was supposed to be a space journey or something. But one of the workers insisted that I wasn't who I said I was and kept asking me for ID. All I had was my library card and eventually she took it.

I'm pretty sure that Dad in these dreams is my own subconscious going, "Someday I'll go back to Florida, but it'll be different and I don't know if I'll like it."

Then I had my other recurring dream: the "Someone else is in trouble and I'd better take care of this for them." Last night it was Benecio Del Toro (because I watched Wolfman with Mom last night.) It was similar to the movie, only this time I had to stop all these bad things from happening to him. So I "jumped in" like I always do, and start dodging bullets, running, leaping, hiding behind pillars and such. Because, I'm really cool like that.

Anyway, so last night while watching Wolfman, Mom and I were eating ice cream and more or less MSTing the entire movie. At one point I meant to say something about, "Shooting at this werewolf on the rooftops of London" and instead I said wolftops of London. About five minutes later, my Mom accidentally said "wolftops" too and then we were just LOLing all over the place. Sometimes it's the most retarded things that get me going. Well, most times.

Work today was pretty decent. My supervisor came in for a scheduled "coaching session" and to see how I was doing in my store etc. It went really well. People were really interested in what I had to say today, I sold a lot, and then Supervisor bought me lunch and said that I was doing really well and she didn't really have anything to add. We talked a while; she is very pleasant. And I got some cool t shirts, too.

Clinic is also pretty decent. Thursday I had some really good patients and a few repeat ones. I also did an extra treatment, because I had gone upstairs to be a standby (to get a treatment,) but someone had called in sick and this patient had driven all the way out there and had no one to treat her. So I said, Well, I'm already in my whites and I've got nothing else to do, so. I got credit for it too. Afterwards, I got a new patient who was iffy on the Amma treatment but said she'd give it a shot. So I did the whole treatment and afterwards she was very pleased. She actually said I was the best practitioner she'd ever met, and she booked me for the rest of the term! WHOA! My next patient was equally enthusiastic, and my final one of the night is my high-profile one. She told me that she would be willing to be my pathology patient next term. Which, I hope that works out because those can be hard to find. At the end of the day, I was writing up all my charts, when the receptionist came in and told me, "Everyone who walked out of here today said you were fantastic." I was like WOOT and the best part was that my two clinic supervisors were standing right there. Whew!

Also, that day I got 102 on one of my tests, and 97 on a pop quiz. I felt very relieved, as I'd been stressing over having gotten an 83 on the last test. 83. WTF.

Yesterday (Friday) was so mellow. I went grocery shopping, cleaned the fish tanks, went jogging, practiced some Hula, did a few critiques, and used this organic bug spray to try to kill the infestation of hibiscus sawfly that has wrecked both my dinnerplate hibiscus plants. They used to wait until August to start killing them; now the leaves are like lace before they even get a chance to open. I went nuts out there spraying the plants, pulling the dead, chewed up leaves off, and slapping down the larvae wherever I found them. It was disgusting.

This is what they do to the leaves:
lace leaf )

And this is one of the bastard larvae:
BASTARD. )

I came inside, washed all up, and sat down at the computer. I kept feeling this itching, prickling sensation on my wrist and I put it out of my mind, figuring that of course I was going to have that grossed out, prickling feeling for the rest of the day. Then it started to burn, and I looked down and found one of the larvae bastards on my wrist.

THEY BITE. )

I hate them forever and ever and I want them all to die.

Speaking of gross, slithery, parasitic things, here's another little story from work today.

So, I'm just packing up to leave, and I stop to pet this nervous little dog in a shopping cart. The woman says to me, "Be careful, she bites." I tell her, That's all right; I like nervous little dogs and I usually get along with them. The dog let me pet it, and the lady says, "Didn't you used to work at The Bad Place?" I tell her that I did and she says, "You used to take care of my (so and so's) (aggressive exotic pet)!" Oh, I remember (aggressive exotic pet!), and I remember so-and-so! She informs me that said exotic pet has died and I express my sympathy.

She then asks why she hasn't seen me around and I tell her, "That didn't end well, unfortunately."

And she asks, "Was it because of Dr. Dickwhistle?" Why yes, in fact it was. "I thought so," she says. "I just don't like him. He rubs me the wrong way. His personality is just...weird. And I don't think he's a good vet."

'He's not, in my opinion," I tell her.

She goes on to tell me—get this-- "He misdiagnosed my dog. He said it was arthritis and..."

"And it was bone cancer," I finish for her. She confirms. "He did the same thing to my dog," I tell her. "My dog was gone a month later, because he kept sending her home with aspirin. And," I go on, "he made another mistake with my other dog, one that cost me about $15K."

"Ridiculous," she says, "I can't stand him. He can't look you in the eye. He's just no good."

"I agree," I tell her. "They do have some good vets there—Dr. Such-And-Such is one of them—but as for him, I wouldn't spit on him if he were on fire." (And, among friends I usually add, "But I might if he wasn't.")

So! We had a little bonding session over the general ickiness and failings of Dr. Dickwhistle. I always feel terrible when people tell me their stories of him. But also a little gratified, in a weird way. Like, yeah, I'm not the only one who sees this.

Blah-de-blah, that was my exciting week, sorta. For now, please enjoy some of the usual pics of my dogs, my fish and my gardens and junk.

PICSPAM )

And now for some fish!
FISH! )

Hee. Fish. Awesome.

Well, now I'm gonna take the dogs out and maybe put dinner on for me and Mom. She's borrowed a copy of a certain really mad awesome film, so we'll be watching that tonight. Yeah boyeeeeeee.
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I keep having this one dream that I'm in Disneyworld with Dad, and the same thing happens each time. He comes walking up to me, looks around Disneyworld and says, "They changed it. I don't know if I"m gonna like it, but let's see." Then we'll go on a ride and it's all different and weird. Last night, it was supposed to be Epcot Center. Also, Mom was there, Gran, and a bunch of my cousins (pretty much all of them who have ever gone on a trip with me.) We got on this new ride that was supposed to be a space journey or something. But one of the workers insisted that I wasn't who I said I was and kept asking me for ID. All I had was my library card and eventually she took it.

I'm pretty sure that Dad in these dreams is my own subconscious going, "Someday I'll go back to Florida, but it'll be different and I don't know if I'll like it."

Then I had my other recurring dream: the "Someone else is in trouble and I'd better take care of this for them." Last night it was Benecio Del Toro (because I watched Wolfman with Mom last night.) It was similar to the movie, only this time I had to stop all these bad things from happening to him. So I "jumped in" like I always do, and start dodging bullets, running, leaping, hiding behind pillars and such. Because, I'm really cool like that.

Anyway, so last night while watching Wolfman, Mom and I were eating ice cream and more or less MSTing the entire movie. At one point I meant to say something about, "Shooting at this werewolf on the rooftops of London" and instead I said wolftops of London. About five minutes later, my Mom accidentally said "wolftops" too and then we were just LOLing all over the place. Sometimes it's the most retarded things that get me going. Well, most times.

Work today was pretty decent. My supervisor came in for a scheduled "coaching session" and to see how I was doing in my store etc. It went really well. People were really interested in what I had to say today, I sold a lot, and then Supervisor bought me lunch and said that I was doing really well and she didn't really have anything to add. We talked a while; she is very pleasant. And I got some cool t shirts, too.

Clinic is also pretty decent. Thursday I had some really good patients and a few repeat ones. I also did an extra treatment, because I had gone upstairs to be a standby (to get a treatment,) but someone had called in sick and this patient had driven all the way out there and had no one to treat her. So I said, Well, I'm already in my whites and I've got nothing else to do, so. I got credit for it too. Afterwards, I got a new patient who was iffy on the Amma treatment but said she'd give it a shot. So I did the whole treatment and afterwards she was very pleased. She actually said I was the best practitioner she'd ever met, and she booked me for the rest of the term! WHOA! My next patient was equally enthusiastic, and my final one of the night is my high-profile one. She told me that she would be willing to be my pathology patient next term. Which, I hope that works out because those can be hard to find. At the end of the day, I was writing up all my charts, when the receptionist came in and told me, "Everyone who walked out of here today said you were fantastic." I was like WOOT and the best part was that my two clinic supervisors were standing right there. Whew!

Also, that day I got 102 on one of my tests, and 97 on a pop quiz. I felt very relieved, as I'd been stressing over having gotten an 83 on the last test. 83. WTF.

Yesterday (Friday) was so mellow. I went grocery shopping, cleaned the fish tanks, went jogging, practiced some Hula, did a few critiques, and used this organic bug spray to try to kill the infestation of hibiscus sawfly that has wrecked both my dinnerplate hibiscus plants. They used to wait until August to start killing them; now the leaves are like lace before they even get a chance to open. I went nuts out there spraying the plants, pulling the dead, chewed up leaves off, and slapping down the larvae wherever I found them. It was disgusting.

This is what they do to the leaves:
lace leaf )

And this is one of the bastard larvae:
BASTARD. )

I came inside, washed all up, and sat down at the computer. I kept feeling this itching, prickling sensation on my wrist and I put it out of my mind, figuring that of course I was going to have that grossed out, prickling feeling for the rest of the day. Then it started to burn, and I looked down and found one of the larvae bastards on my wrist.

THEY BITE. )

I hate them forever and ever and I want them all to die.

Speaking of gross, slithery, parasitic things, here's another little story from work today.

So, I'm just packing up to leave, and I stop to pet this nervous little dog in a shopping cart. The woman says to me, "Be careful, she bites." I tell her, That's all right; I like nervous little dogs and I usually get along with them. The dog let me pet it, and the lady says, "Didn't you used to work at The Bad Place?" I tell her that I did and she says, "You used to take care of my (so and so's) (aggressive exotic pet)!" Oh, I remember (aggressive exotic pet!), and I remember so-and-so! She informs me that said exotic pet has died and I express my sympathy.

She then asks why she hasn't seen me around and I tell her, "That didn't end well, unfortunately."

And she asks, "Was it because of Dr. Dickwhistle?" Why yes, in fact it was. "I thought so," she says. "I just don't like him. He rubs me the wrong way. His personality is just...weird. And I don't think he's a good vet."

'He's not, in my opinion," I tell her.

She goes on to tell me—get this-- "He misdiagnosed my dog. He said it was arthritis and..."

"And it was bone cancer," I finish for her. She confirms. "He did the same thing to my dog," I tell her. "My dog was gone a month later, because he kept sending her home with aspirin. And," I go on, "he made another mistake with my other dog, one that cost me about $15K."

"Ridiculous," she says, "I can't stand him. He can't look you in the eye. He's just no good."

"I agree," I tell her. "They do have some good vets there—Dr. Such-And-Such is one of them—but as for him, I wouldn't spit on him if he were on fire." (And, among friends I usually add, "But I might if he wasn't.")

So! We had a little bonding session over the general ickiness and failings of Dr. Dickwhistle. I always feel terrible when people tell me their stories of him. But also a little gratified, in a weird way. Like, yeah, I'm not the only one who sees this.

Blah-de-blah, that was my exciting week, sorta. For now, please enjoy some of the usual pics of my dogs, my fish and my gardens and junk.

PICSPAM )

And now for some fish!
FISH! )

Hee. Fish. Awesome.

Well, now I'm gonna take the dogs out and maybe put dinner on for me and Mom. She's borrowed a copy of a certain really mad awesome film, so we'll be watching that tonight. Yeah boyeeeeeee.
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Damn, I am allergic to avocados. But I love them so much. It's a forbidden love!

I got my grades in the mail yesterday. I'm relieved to have pulled off a 4.0 again. I really thought one of the teachers was going to give me a lame grade because I missed two classes due to those snowstorms (and one where they school didn't close till later.) But she was a sport, and gave me the A because I did well on the test. Very relieved! Last year when I first started, I got an A- in two classes because my Gran had just died. I guess you're supposed to report that to the school but I never did. And then when my Dad passed away I missed a final and ended up with an A- then, too. So my cumulative average is 3.987.

It's seriously not that difficult.

I'm enjoying my little two week break, spending a lot of time revising, polishing my ms, giving and receiving lots of critiques and reviews from the writing workshop, and trying really hard to make it as good as possible.

I'm also chilling, drawing, listening to music, going to the beach, playing video games, training really hard at Kung Fu, and doing tons of yardwork. In fact, just today, Mom and I finished cleaning up the entire yard. It was a massive undertaking but we finally got it done. It looks real nice out there.

I got my white lab coat in the mail. It's all starchy and new, and I absolutely didn't look like Lucrezia Crescent when I put it on. It made me feel both professional and stunningly brand new. And kind of lame. I mean, it's just massage. We need a lab coat for this? But in the clinic they want you to look all sharp. I still need the starchy white pants and white crocs.

I mentioned Kung Fu, of course. What else is new? Heh. Last night's class was one of those fabulously awesome ones. We were free to do forms, so we did a bunch of weaponless ones and then we broke out swords. It was raining a bitch, so we did them indoors. I grabbed two swords and totally nailed the butterfly twirl. I was so happy! And eventually the informal class became even less formal and a bunch of us just started doing fancy kicks and stuff like that. It was hugely fun. I would love to go to Wong Tournament this year, but of course that depends on work and money. I've always wanted to go to Wong though. *Fingers crossed*

I really thought I had something else to blather about, but I don't think I do. I'm on frakking break, I haven't been doing much. ^_^

Everything's all green, and the cherry blossoms are falling. Of course I've got a pic spam (taken with my Mom's camera which I borrowed; did I mention that my poor camera finally bit it?)

Haku at the beach, and Sano a week post surgery, looking fly in my idyllic yard. )

This one is my fave:
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Because you can see the cherry blossoms falling all around Sano.

My new fish, an albino sucker named Ruto, and all five of my fishies in the small tank )
I had more pics of my fish in the big tank, but they somehow got lost on my hard drive. WTH?

And some nice spring photos )

I guess that really is all I have to report at the moment. :)
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Damn, I am allergic to avocados. But I love them so much. It's a forbidden love!

I got my grades in the mail yesterday. I'm relieved to have pulled off a 4.0 again. I really thought one of the teachers was going to give me a lame grade because I missed two classes due to those snowstorms (and one where they school didn't close till later.) But she was a sport, and gave me the A because I did well on the test. Very relieved! Last year when I first started, I got an A- in two classes because my Gran had just died. I guess you're supposed to report that to the school but I never did. And then when my Dad passed away I missed a final and ended up with an A- then, too. So my cumulative average is 3.987.

It's seriously not that difficult.

I'm enjoying my little two week break, spending a lot of time revising, polishing my ms, giving and receiving lots of critiques and reviews from the writing workshop, and trying really hard to make it as good as possible.

I'm also chilling, drawing, listening to music, going to the beach, playing video games, training really hard at Kung Fu, and doing tons of yardwork. In fact, just today, Mom and I finished cleaning up the entire yard. It was a massive undertaking but we finally got it done. It looks real nice out there.

I got my white lab coat in the mail. It's all starchy and new, and I absolutely didn't look like Lucrezia Crescent when I put it on. It made me feel both professional and stunningly brand new. And kind of lame. I mean, it's just massage. We need a lab coat for this? But in the clinic they want you to look all sharp. I still need the starchy white pants and white crocs.

I mentioned Kung Fu, of course. What else is new? Heh. Last night's class was one of those fabulously awesome ones. We were free to do forms, so we did a bunch of weaponless ones and then we broke out swords. It was raining a bitch, so we did them indoors. I grabbed two swords and totally nailed the butterfly twirl. I was so happy! And eventually the informal class became even less formal and a bunch of us just started doing fancy kicks and stuff like that. It was hugely fun. I would love to go to Wong Tournament this year, but of course that depends on work and money. I've always wanted to go to Wong though. *Fingers crossed*

I really thought I had something else to blather about, but I don't think I do. I'm on frakking break, I haven't been doing much. ^_^

Everything's all green, and the cherry blossoms are falling. Of course I've got a pic spam (taken with my Mom's camera which I borrowed; did I mention that my poor camera finally bit it?)

Haku at the beach, and Sano a week post surgery, looking fly in my idyllic yard. )

This one is my fave:
Photobucket
Because you can see the cherry blossoms falling all around Sano.

My new fish, an albino sucker named Ruto, and all five of my fishies in the small tank )
I had more pics of my fish in the big tank, but they somehow got lost on my hard drive. WTH?

And some nice spring photos )

I guess that really is all I have to report at the moment. :)
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Damn, but my allergies are bad this year. Everything is covered in fine, green powder. My eyes are just about to jump on up out of my damn head. And isn't pollen how plants and trees do it? So when you come down to it, it's like you're breathing plant sperm.

Smallish springtime picspam. )

Also, I have those three starlings, plus a baby robin. Its nest-mate died this morning and I hope this one can hang on. My neighbor gave these to me yesterday; she handed them to me over the same fence that we used to hand things back and forth over when we were kids. I haven't seen her in probably about twenty years. It was so strange.

Do you realize that ten years ago roundabouts this time of year, Star Wars The Phantom Menace came out? I have been wondering why it's been on my mind so much and how I have the urge to watch that Phantom Menace thing. I guess that's why. :) I saw it so many times in the movie theater when it first came out. The first time I saw it was about a week after my Grandfather died. Jeremy and my friend Rachel went with me to see it. And even though we didn't think it was that great, we all went to the convenience store next to the movie theater and bought two-dollar lightsabers before going home. Then we played Jedi in the parking lot. That afternoon before the movie, Jeremy and I went to the store to buy paper plates, napkins, cups and ice for Grampa's memorial. I remember that exactly because I still have the grocery list in the pocket of the jacket I was wearing. (A black courderoy Bugs Bunny jacket. It was chilly that day.)

After Grampa's memorial, SB and Jo-chan stayed over with me. SB was ten and Jo-chan was six. That night, we pulled out the bed from my sofa, and we all sat down to watch the first Star Wars, with popcorn and stuff like that. Jo-chan hated the part where Palpatine torments Luke with Force-lightning; SB and I explained to her about special effects, and how he wasn't really getting hurt. I have pictures of the lightsaber duels I had with SB the next day in the yard. (I was wearing this huge, black straw hat; the same one I was wearing today while minding the Boychild outdoors.)

SB is twenty now, and Jo-chan is sixteen. Just the other day I went to see her in her school chorus program. She is so beautiful. She surprised me by totally looking like Gillian Anderson with her new haircut. WTF? Just WTF indeed? )

And my yearly post-concert pic. )

Those ten years flew by. Flew. In a blink.

So like I mentioned, today I was helping to mind the Boychild and we gave my dogs a bath (and Grandma's dog, Belle.) Clickety. )

I wonder what it'll be like in ten years, when he is twelve, Jo-chan is twenty six, SB is thirty. Who will still be with me? Who will be gone? (NO ONE, I hope.) Who will be new to me?

"Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all!"

Which is total BOLLOCKS. It scares me every single day, especially the "who will be gone?" part. Why can't I just forget about that part for a while, and enjoy stuff as it is now?

Starting tomorrow, I'm doing to do that for sure!

ETA: LOL@ LJ's ten year birthday layout.

IN A BLINK.

ETA2: It's all just too much to remember. Sano and Haku were to the vet's two days ago as I mentioned. Haku's blood test results came back yesterday. Apparently he is so hypothyroid that it barely even registers. This can cause sudden onset seizures, and they didn't check this the first time around when he first began to have them.

I did a little research into this and apparently Salukis have really low thyroid function to begin with; it's in their breed. However, his was .2! A little more research revealed that some lines of Salukis--the ones directly out of the desert--are bred with hypothyroidism on purpose so they don't overheat in the desert. Which does Haku no good because HE'S IN THE GODDAMN NORTHEAST. God, the more I learn about breeding the worse it gets!

Here's a little more stuff I found out with some research. Well first I have kept thinking about how Haku was so slow to clot that day of the first seizure, so much so that they were thinking of giving him a blood transfusion. All of this seemed to click in my head and I googled "hypothyroid clotting" and apparently most dogs who have hypothyroidism are also missing clotting factor VIII, which I just effing learned about in bio.

The progesterone is still a mystery, though. O_O
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Damn, but my allergies are bad this year. Everything is covered in fine, green powder. My eyes are just about to jump on up out of my damn head. And isn't pollen how plants and trees do it? So when you come down to it, it's like you're breathing plant sperm.

Smallish springtime picspam. )

Also, I have those three starlings, plus a baby robin. Its nest-mate died this morning and I hope this one can hang on. My neighbor gave these to me yesterday; she handed them to me over the same fence that we used to hand things back and forth over when we were kids. I haven't seen her in probably about twenty years. It was so strange.

Do you realize that ten years ago roundabouts this time of year, Star Wars The Phantom Menace came out? I have been wondering why it's been on my mind so much and how I have the urge to watch that Phantom Menace thing. I guess that's why. :) I saw it so many times in the movie theater when it first came out. The first time I saw it was about a week after my Grandfather died. Jeremy and my friend Rachel went with me to see it. And even though we didn't think it was that great, we all went to the convenience store next to the movie theater and bought two-dollar lightsabers before going home. Then we played Jedi in the parking lot. That afternoon before the movie, Jeremy and I went to the store to buy paper plates, napkins, cups and ice for Grampa's memorial. I remember that exactly because I still have the grocery list in the pocket of the jacket I was wearing. (A black courderoy Bugs Bunny jacket. It was chilly that day.)

After Grampa's memorial, SB and Jo-chan stayed over with me. SB was ten and Jo-chan was six. That night, we pulled out the bed from my sofa, and we all sat down to watch the first Star Wars, with popcorn and stuff like that. Jo-chan hated the part where Palpatine torments Luke with Force-lightning; SB and I explained to her about special effects, and how he wasn't really getting hurt. I have pictures of the lightsaber duels I had with SB the next day in the yard. (I was wearing this huge, black straw hat; the same one I was wearing today while minding the Boychild outdoors.)

SB is twenty now, and Jo-chan is sixteen. Just the other day I went to see her in her school chorus program. She is so beautiful. She surprised me by totally looking like Gillian Anderson with her new haircut. WTF? Just WTF indeed? )

And my yearly post-concert pic. )

Those ten years flew by. Flew. In a blink.

So like I mentioned, today I was helping to mind the Boychild and we gave my dogs a bath (and Grandma's dog, Belle.) Clickety. )

I wonder what it'll be like in ten years, when he is twelve, Jo-chan is twenty six, SB is thirty. Who will still be with me? Who will be gone? (NO ONE, I hope.) Who will be new to me?

"Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all!"

Which is total BOLLOCKS. It scares me every single day, especially the "who will be gone?" part. Why can't I just forget about that part for a while, and enjoy stuff as it is now?

Starting tomorrow, I'm doing to do that for sure!

ETA: LOL@ LJ's ten year birthday layout.

IN A BLINK.

ETA2: It's all just too much to remember. Sano and Haku were to the vet's two days ago as I mentioned. Haku's blood test results came back yesterday. Apparently he is so hypothyroid that it barely even registers. This can cause sudden onset seizures, and they didn't check this the first time around when he first began to have them.

I did a little research into this and apparently Salukis have really low thyroid function to begin with; it's in their breed. However, his was .2! A little more research revealed that some lines of Salukis--the ones directly out of the desert--are bred with hypothyroidism on purpose so they don't overheat in the desert. Which does Haku no good because HE'S IN THE GODDAMN NORTHEAST. God, the more I learn about breeding the worse it gets!

Here's a little more stuff I found out with some research. Well first I have kept thinking about how Haku was so slow to clot that day of the first seizure, so much so that they were thinking of giving him a blood transfusion. All of this seemed to click in my head and I googled "hypothyroid clotting" and apparently most dogs who have hypothyroidism are also missing clotting factor VIII, which I just effing learned about in bio.

The progesterone is still a mystery, though. O_O
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I did not win the lottery. I'm still poor but still happy. ^_^ I also found out that one of my professors did distance learning and got a doctorate. OMFG, that's what I want to do. It was the exact same school I was thinking about, too. But I have to find out more about it. I'm not switching out of this school yet, because I want to get certified in massage and hang on there until I get my M.S., then after that I might do the naturopath doctor thing and possibly switch out to do nutrition somewhere else. Yare yare. I dunno.

Today it quit raining for a little while and I finally got to plant my new cherry tree, Leon. The Boychild was about and he watched me plant it as he sat on a bench going, "Water, WHY? Tree, WHY? Dirt, WHY?" Because everything is "WHY?!" now. Then I tell him, "It needs water to drink; trees get thirsty too." WHY?! "Because they are alive." WHY?! It's so freaking cute the way he says it; it cracks me up. His other thing is, "It DOOOOIN'?" as in, "What is it doing?" Whatever "it" is, I tell him what it DOOOIN and then it's "WHY?!" Eventually I run out of answers though. It makes me laugh just thinking about it!

Anyway, my new tree, clickety! )

And, this has nothing to do with trees but it was so cute. Haku has been really clingly lately, and if he's not velcroing himself to me, he's constantly all over Sano.

CUTE. )

Or as Boychild says, "Tyute!"

Haku's sort of acting as if he would be having a cluster of seizures if he wasn't on medication. All the attention-seeking and the clinginess, plus he keeps doing that one thing he does right before a huge seizure, which is fly-snapping at his back end (this one particular spot,) but then he stops doing it and goes back to whatever else he was doing. It's so weird. I'm grateful for the medicine he's on.

Tonight was Kung Fu, and I pulled up to see Saucy Tart's younger brother, let's call him Te Ji Nan from now on (it means "the young stuntman," because he videos himself jumping off his parents' deck and such,) outside doing staff form under the apple tree. I have to tell you, this kid has awesome kicks. His roundhouse could reach an adult's head, his switches are fast, and his butterfly kick is juts freaking enviable. He just won all kinds of awards at the latest tournament.

Anyway we are doing this bear-hug drill WHICH SERIOUSLY REMINDS ME OF THIS ENGRISH ADD and I could hardly stop giggling for thinking of it. It was cool though because it ends in a really neat throw.

Well, I have to get up at ass o'clock again tomorrow but I don't have to stay as late; class ends at 2:30. Tomorrow I have myology and Swedish Tech. My first real massage course! I'm going to love that class because we all practice on each other. ^_^

After school my wonderful friend Kim is coming over, and we are going to smuggle ice cream into the theater as we go see Huge JackedMan in Wolverine. :D SQUEE.

Completely off topic: The seiyuu for Cloud Strife did an interview and, OMG, I love him. ♥

More, quickly, locked!
la_belle_laide: (Wildflowers)
I did not win the lottery. I'm still poor but still happy. ^_^ I also found out that one of my professors did distance learning and got a doctorate. OMFG, that's what I want to do. It was the exact same school I was thinking about, too. But I have to find out more about it. I'm not switching out of this school yet, because I want to get certified in massage and hang on there until I get my M.S., then after that I might do the naturopath doctor thing and possibly switch out to do nutrition somewhere else. Yare yare. I dunno.

Today it quit raining for a little while and I finally got to plant my new cherry tree, Leon. The Boychild was about and he watched me plant it as he sat on a bench going, "Water, WHY? Tree, WHY? Dirt, WHY?" Because everything is "WHY?!" now. Then I tell him, "It needs water to drink; trees get thirsty too." WHY?! "Because they are alive." WHY?! It's so freaking cute the way he says it; it cracks me up. His other thing is, "It DOOOOIN'?" as in, "What is it doing?" Whatever "it" is, I tell him what it DOOOIN and then it's "WHY?!" Eventually I run out of answers though. It makes me laugh just thinking about it!

Anyway, my new tree, clickety! )

And, this has nothing to do with trees but it was so cute. Haku has been really clingly lately, and if he's not velcroing himself to me, he's constantly all over Sano.

CUTE. )

Or as Boychild says, "Tyute!"

Haku's sort of acting as if he would be having a cluster of seizures if he wasn't on medication. All the attention-seeking and the clinginess, plus he keeps doing that one thing he does right before a huge seizure, which is fly-snapping at his back end (this one particular spot,) but then he stops doing it and goes back to whatever else he was doing. It's so weird. I'm grateful for the medicine he's on.

Tonight was Kung Fu, and I pulled up to see Saucy Tart's younger brother, let's call him Te Ji Nan from now on (it means "the young stuntman," because he videos himself jumping off his parents' deck and such,) outside doing staff form under the apple tree. I have to tell you, this kid has awesome kicks. His roundhouse could reach an adult's head, his switches are fast, and his butterfly kick is juts freaking enviable. He just won all kinds of awards at the latest tournament.

Anyway we are doing this bear-hug drill WHICH SERIOUSLY REMINDS ME OF THIS ENGRISH ADD and I could hardly stop giggling for thinking of it. It was cool though because it ends in a really neat throw.

Well, I have to get up at ass o'clock again tomorrow but I don't have to stay as late; class ends at 2:30. Tomorrow I have myology and Swedish Tech. My first real massage course! I'm going to love that class because we all practice on each other. ^_^

After school my wonderful friend Kim is coming over, and we are going to smuggle ice cream into the theater as we go see Huge JackedMan in Wolverine. :D SQUEE.

Completely off topic: The seiyuu for Cloud Strife did an interview and, OMG, I love him. ♥

More, quickly, locked!
la_belle_laide: (D)
So, I couldn't sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes I would get an image of that guy stomping on that little pig and it was infuriating me. You just know that someone only does that to animals because they want so badly to do it to humans and they know they can't. So I just lay awake in my bed thinking, Who was that guy? Where is he now? Did he ever get some kind of retribution? Or did he just go on to his next job at another slaughterhouse? I thought of all the people who are paying his salary.

And, I just wanted to murder him. Like, I wanted to rip his face off with my nails. I hope he got swine flu and died a lingering death or something. I wish for someone like Count D to sell him some kind of murderous pet who's going to rip his intestines out and eat them while he's still alive.

When I finally did get to sleep I had a dream the Sorcerer Hunters were chasing him and couldn't catch up to him.

Today I bought a lottery ticket. The lady at the counter told me that the MegaMillions was already gone, someone won it yesterday and it was down to a measly 37 million. I was like, "Jeez, I'd take it." She said, "Anything else?" and I told her, "Can you get me a winning ticket?" What a waste of money. I don't know why I do it other than that I still have these elaborate fantasies of what sort of home (and, yeah, garden,) I would have with 30 million dollars. All solar and organic! And a salinated pool. And to be able to pay off my parents' house so they would never have to worry, and my cousins' house and my aunt and uncle, and then to send all my cousins to college so that they would never have to worry. For the rest of their lives they could do as they pleased. And I'd buy fuel efficient cars with the highest safety ratings for everyone. Some more aviaries, and a nice little studio. Oh, man. Such elaborate fantasies I have. I think that everyone knows what they'd do with lottery money, right? We all think about it. ^_^

Then I went to Wild By Nature to by a chocolate bar and there was this free promotional thing going on with some guy giving people a stress test, and he asked me if I wanted one. I told him, No thanks, and no sooner had I said that than the fire alarm went off. The guy behind the deli counter got startled and waved both his arms in the air spastically and I just started laughing. I said to the stress test guy, "You sure picked the right day to be here" and he laughed and said, "Should I take everyone's blood pressure now?" Then the nice dude who I think is the manager was going by and I asked, "Do we have to leave?" and he said yes, everyone had to evacuate the store. I didn't get my chocolate bar, but let me tell you, if I had been one of those people with a full cart of groceries and I had to leave, I'd be pretty miffed.

Umm, so remember I was babbling about that beautiful cherry tree yesterday, well I bought it. I'm waiting for it to be delivered. I'd like to thank my ex boss, Dr. Dickwhistle, because it was on my hefty unemployment card. Actually, every time I use that card (which I do all the time, not the least of which is for weekly groceries,) I want to thank him. But to thank him in that needling way, like, "Wow, you just totally paid for this awesome thing, and I haven't worked for you in a year. Isn't it fun that you're still paying my bills, douchenozzlehead?" And it's not as if I haven't been looking for work, because remember, I actually had that one job that was supposed to begin Thursday, but obviously tha got canceled. >_< I fill out applications everywhere, but in this economy, no one is hiring. So, Dickwhistle is still paying my way. Aww. ;)

It's raining a straight up bitch and will continue to do so all week, apparently. I'll take pictures of my new pretty tree once I have it planted. ^_^
la_belle_laide: (D)
So, I couldn't sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes I would get an image of that guy stomping on that little pig and it was infuriating me. You just know that someone only does that to animals because they want so badly to do it to humans and they know they can't. So I just lay awake in my bed thinking, Who was that guy? Where is he now? Did he ever get some kind of retribution? Or did he just go on to his next job at another slaughterhouse? I thought of all the people who are paying his salary.

And, I just wanted to murder him. Like, I wanted to rip his face off with my nails. I hope he got swine flu and died a lingering death or something. I wish for someone like Count D to sell him some kind of murderous pet who's going to rip his intestines out and eat them while he's still alive.

When I finally did get to sleep I had a dream the Sorcerer Hunters were chasing him and couldn't catch up to him.

Today I bought a lottery ticket. The lady at the counter told me that the MegaMillions was already gone, someone won it yesterday and it was down to a measly 37 million. I was like, "Jeez, I'd take it." She said, "Anything else?" and I told her, "Can you get me a winning ticket?" What a waste of money. I don't know why I do it other than that I still have these elaborate fantasies of what sort of home (and, yeah, garden,) I would have with 30 million dollars. All solar and organic! And a salinated pool. And to be able to pay off my parents' house so they would never have to worry, and my cousins' house and my aunt and uncle, and then to send all my cousins to college so that they would never have to worry. For the rest of their lives they could do as they pleased. And I'd buy fuel efficient cars with the highest safety ratings for everyone. Some more aviaries, and a nice little studio. Oh, man. Such elaborate fantasies I have. I think that everyone knows what they'd do with lottery money, right? We all think about it. ^_^

Then I went to Wild By Nature to by a chocolate bar and there was this free promotional thing going on with some guy giving people a stress test, and he asked me if I wanted one. I told him, No thanks, and no sooner had I said that than the fire alarm went off. The guy behind the deli counter got startled and waved both his arms in the air spastically and I just started laughing. I said to the stress test guy, "You sure picked the right day to be here" and he laughed and said, "Should I take everyone's blood pressure now?" Then the nice dude who I think is the manager was going by and I asked, "Do we have to leave?" and he said yes, everyone had to evacuate the store. I didn't get my chocolate bar, but let me tell you, if I had been one of those people with a full cart of groceries and I had to leave, I'd be pretty miffed.

Umm, so remember I was babbling about that beautiful cherry tree yesterday, well I bought it. I'm waiting for it to be delivered. I'd like to thank my ex boss, Dr. Dickwhistle, because it was on my hefty unemployment card. Actually, every time I use that card (which I do all the time, not the least of which is for weekly groceries,) I want to thank him. But to thank him in that needling way, like, "Wow, you just totally paid for this awesome thing, and I haven't worked for you in a year. Isn't it fun that you're still paying my bills, douchenozzlehead?" And it's not as if I haven't been looking for work, because remember, I actually had that one job that was supposed to begin Thursday, but obviously tha got canceled. >_< I fill out applications everywhere, but in this economy, no one is hiring. So, Dickwhistle is still paying my way. Aww. ;)

It's raining a straight up bitch and will continue to do so all week, apparently. I'll take pictures of my new pretty tree once I have it planted. ^_^
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Some Tarot I did last night, brief notes for future reference. )

S'up 8 of swords inverted for recent past. Nice to see you, not. Look at all that major arcana; you can tell some big things have happened. And, yes, I did write "sitch." O_O

Mom and I went to our chiropractor today which is always great. On the way home we stopped at one of my favorite landscaping / garden places and I bought really cute chickens and hens (the plant, not the animals,) for my little Japanese sort of garden thingie thing. I also saw these ridiculously tremendous and gorgeous pink cherry trees with blossoms about as big as my fist, at least thirty on every branch and I fell right in love with them. Last year I told myself I wanted to get one cherry tree per year and eventually have a big cherry tree grove, my own sakura festival. ^_^ Well, we'll see.

It's rainy and foggy today just the way I like it, but the rain had tapered off when I got home so I took Haku for a jog. I've been going almost every day on this vacation, alternating dogs. Haku is obsessed with going jogging with me. When it's Sano's turn to go, Haku gets pissed and he barks and howls as we're leaving. When it's Haku's turn and he sees me getting my running shoes on, he starts whining and poking me with his nose, and then once I get him on the leash and we're out of the yard, he starts Snoopy-dancing. He keeps tossing his head and looking back over his shoulder at me like, "WE'RE OUT HERE, RIGHT, LOOK AT US, WE'RE GOING TO RUN, RIGHT MOMMY, LET'S GO!" Once we do start running he gets so happy.

Because it is Beltane today I took him to the beach where he promptly went insane out of his goddamn damaged little mind. At first we ran a little and then he started jumping around like a fool and I started laughing--I swear at this point we had to have shojo anime sparkles and bubbles around us--and then he just flipped out and started shoulder-checking me and jumping on me with his muddy paws, going around in little circles and just being a doofus. He jumped real high as he tried to bite a seagull that was a good fifteen feet overhead. It was cute, but then I was like, "All right, you're way too retarded, we're going home." But actually I started to get worried he was going to have a seizure. On our first run to the beach, he started fly-snapping at his back end like he does right before he throws a fit, and I got worried. Today is a record day for Haku, a full fifteen days without a seizure (*knock on wood, let's keep it going!*) Since he started, he's never gone more than 14 days. I hope the medicine is kicking in.

Well, I'm obviously not dancing around any poles or any bonfires unfortunately, but I am baking a bird cake and folding my laundry and, OH! It's possible that I could be getting a new stove! A nice new oven and stove, with a dedicated line so that I could really let loose with my mad cooking skillz! I'd be so happy.

Oh and yeah, remember how I was telling you guys all about my Gran's ring? The one where I had the stone replaced so I could fit Jo-chan's birth stone in there? (Actually my Mom and Dad did that for me. Thanks Mom and Dad.) This is the ring: )
(Gosh, my hands look so old and skeletal, don't they? Jeez. And I take such good care of them, too. When they're not punching things.) They couldn't do a pearl so they did alexandrite which is also June. It looks so pretty and it feels really nice. Although I must have a lot of salt in my diet because it only fits that finger (and my index finger) in the daytime. At night and early morning I have to switch it to my ring finger otherwise I won't be able to get it off. WTF.

So like I said, I went out with Mom today and when I saw both my parents this morning they were like, "Did you go to Grandma's last night and turn the heat on for Belle?" (Belle is the giant mastiff she left behind, she is kind of shared by everyone now although she can't go up and down any steps so she is alone a lot of the time; it makes me very sad but this is another long story.) Anyway, I was like, No, why would I turn on Gram's heat, maybe one of you guys did it and forgot? But they said neither of them did. I joked, "Maybe Gran turned it on for Belle after all," because Grandma was always cranking the heat (and then opening the windows when it got too hot!)

I don't know how the heat got on! I wish I could believe something really cool happened. But in reality, maybe it was just on the entire time and no one noticed. Or maybe someone turned it on a few days ago and they don't remember. I don't know.

So this is funny, I have been re-watching Sorcerer Hunters, an ooooold favorite of mine and one of my first anime shows that I really loved. I've also re-read the manga, too. I seem to remember [livejournal.com profile] shikei_and_cz liked that one a lot, too. It is as much fun as I remember it being. I finally broke down and got the DVD set. I remember they started releasing it on DVD the day--the day--that I bought my last VHS of it. That always pissed me off. Anyway, I gave the VHS set to Jo-chan. I hope she likes it.

Wolverine comes out today (HUGE JACKEDMAN) but I'm going to give it a miss until next week when the crowds wear down. I hate crowded theaters with a bunch of goddamn obnoxious people; I swear one day I will punch some bitch in the cinema. Sometimes "SHHHHH! GOD!" just isn't enough. Yes, I get shirty with people who are noisy and rude at the movie theater. I've been known to throw Gummi Bears.

So, should I get that tree tomorrow or what? It's so much cheaper than I thought, but OTOH that job I was looking forward to got canceled and I haven't lined up any tutoring jobs yet. Sometimes I am so unconnected to reality. Soon I'll have my LMT license and I could be pulling 20-30 bucks an hour if I'm super lucky. But not yet.

Weee, it's raining again.

I never finished Okami. I should break that one out again.

Byebeeeeee!

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