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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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I'm so happy to be going to see Inception tonight with My Wonderful Glassworker Friend. She's going to bring me a green tea Smoothie Of Immortality from her food processor. Can't wait to try. However, I'll also be shoveling gobs of ice cream down my maw during the film, as is my tradition. (I've tried, by the way, this Arctic Zero ice cream stuff, which claims to have 128 calories PER PINT and no artificial sweeteners. Which, I'm not sure that's on the up and up. Maybe you grow a second head a few years down the road. Still, didn't taste too bad.)

Anyway, so finally I'll be seeing Inception which everyone swears to me is so far up my alley I can practically taste it. I'm excited. And we're going late, so hopefully it won't be too crowded, and maybe most of the people there will be going to watch Twatlight Part One Thousand, Revenge Of The Sparkledouche or some crap thing like that.

I'm sure that tomorrow I'll post a raving review of Inception. I go into this cautiously, though. I know how I get when I want to love something. :)

In other news, my foot continues to act up. Some mornings I can hardly put weight on it without stretching it first. I DO NOT want to give up running. I'm just starting to get good at doing a mile a day and I don't want to quit. I've been out of Kung Fu for a whole day, and will probably not go tomorrow either, which, DOOM. I hate missing my beloved Kung Fu.

So, I drugged Haku last night in hopes of him having a seizure-free night, and he did. Still, I'm worried. I know it means the phenobarb is losing its effectiveness and I'll have to switch meds. I just hoped it would last longer than this. But who knows! Maybe I'm being too pessimistic and this will be an isolated incident.

Umm. It's very hard for me to be anything but cynical after the year my family has had. My optimism borders on naivete, stupidity even.

And so, my pool is destroyed, (still no news from the neighbors on how hard they are going to ride us for their cellar, and we can't make any claims till then,) and my water filter leaks like a bastard and now my Mom's dishwasher backed up and flooded. I'm not a moron and I recognize the elements when I see them. O_o WTF, water? Honestly.

And last night, my lovely little suckerfish Ruto died. I realized last week that she didn't seem to be thriving, and was kind of listless, just swimming around and not really sticking to anything. But, how do you treat a suckerfish? I checked the water and all the levels were fine.

Also, yesterday was a tough day for me, in terms of missing Dad and Grandma.

BUT. I remain retardedly enamored of this dumb life. I can't help it. I can't stay miserable. Something comes along to make me giddy. I guess that's crazy.

I got a lot of critiquing done yesterday, and a lot of revising of Qualia done today. Some days, I can't help but think that Qualia's gonna make it. That someone will love it as much as I love my favorites. I can't shake that feeling. Ridiculous faith. OTOH I also feel like I'll win the lottery. Haha.

It's as hot as Satan's asscrack today and I spent some time outdoors just breathing in the sweet humidity. Mmmmm. Sun, moon, stars, rain. Yadda yadda.

Today was so pretty, I took some photos. Prepare!

Actually, this one is from last week. My sword (in its case) and staff outside of the kwoon. )

Some of my house spiders. )

Havok's mug in the camera )

My two Ninja Wizards playing and running together. )
Dogs so do not take things personally. They just bounce back. After the year they've had (their THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS WORTH OF VET BILLS,) all they wanna do is get back to playing. I appreciate that.

My pink dinnerplate hibiscus. )
I have a red one, too, but it's not as bloomy as this one.

Plumeria in the morning, and then in the afternoon. )

My hair + humidity =... )
FWHOOSH.

I love summer on this island. Well, I love the island, really. :) Hate the tourists and the rude people who make the road hellish, and all the damn loudass summer people yelling all the time.

It's not the heat, it's the stupidity.

The rest of the summer? *fingers crossed*
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I'm so happy to be going to see Inception tonight with My Wonderful Glassworker Friend. She's going to bring me a green tea Smoothie Of Immortality from her food processor. Can't wait to try. However, I'll also be shoveling gobs of ice cream down my maw during the film, as is my tradition. (I've tried, by the way, this Arctic Zero ice cream stuff, which claims to have 128 calories PER PINT and no artificial sweeteners. Which, I'm not sure that's on the up and up. Maybe you grow a second head a few years down the road. Still, didn't taste too bad.)

Anyway, so finally I'll be seeing Inception which everyone swears to me is so far up my alley I can practically taste it. I'm excited. And we're going late, so hopefully it won't be too crowded, and maybe most of the people there will be going to watch Twatlight Part One Thousand, Revenge Of The Sparkledouche or some crap thing like that.

I'm sure that tomorrow I'll post a raving review of Inception. I go into this cautiously, though. I know how I get when I want to love something. :)

In other news, my foot continues to act up. Some mornings I can hardly put weight on it without stretching it first. I DO NOT want to give up running. I'm just starting to get good at doing a mile a day and I don't want to quit. I've been out of Kung Fu for a whole day, and will probably not go tomorrow either, which, DOOM. I hate missing my beloved Kung Fu.

So, I drugged Haku last night in hopes of him having a seizure-free night, and he did. Still, I'm worried. I know it means the phenobarb is losing its effectiveness and I'll have to switch meds. I just hoped it would last longer than this. But who knows! Maybe I'm being too pessimistic and this will be an isolated incident.

Umm. It's very hard for me to be anything but cynical after the year my family has had. My optimism borders on naivete, stupidity even.

And so, my pool is destroyed, (still no news from the neighbors on how hard they are going to ride us for their cellar, and we can't make any claims till then,) and my water filter leaks like a bastard and now my Mom's dishwasher backed up and flooded. I'm not a moron and I recognize the elements when I see them. O_o WTF, water? Honestly.

And last night, my lovely little suckerfish Ruto died. I realized last week that she didn't seem to be thriving, and was kind of listless, just swimming around and not really sticking to anything. But, how do you treat a suckerfish? I checked the water and all the levels were fine.

Also, yesterday was a tough day for me, in terms of missing Dad and Grandma.

BUT. I remain retardedly enamored of this dumb life. I can't help it. I can't stay miserable. Something comes along to make me giddy. I guess that's crazy.

I got a lot of critiquing done yesterday, and a lot of revising of Qualia done today. Some days, I can't help but think that Qualia's gonna make it. That someone will love it as much as I love my favorites. I can't shake that feeling. Ridiculous faith. OTOH I also feel like I'll win the lottery. Haha.

It's as hot as Satan's asscrack today and I spent some time outdoors just breathing in the sweet humidity. Mmmmm. Sun, moon, stars, rain. Yadda yadda.

Today was so pretty, I took some photos. Prepare!

Actually, this one is from last week. My sword (in its case) and staff outside of the kwoon. )

Some of my house spiders. )

Havok's mug in the camera )

My two Ninja Wizards playing and running together. )
Dogs so do not take things personally. They just bounce back. After the year they've had (their THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS WORTH OF VET BILLS,) all they wanna do is get back to playing. I appreciate that.

My pink dinnerplate hibiscus. )
I have a red one, too, but it's not as bloomy as this one.

Plumeria in the morning, and then in the afternoon. )

My hair + humidity =... )
FWHOOSH.

I love summer on this island. Well, I love the island, really. :) Hate the tourists and the rude people who make the road hellish, and all the damn loudass summer people yelling all the time.

It's not the heat, it's the stupidity.

The rest of the summer? *fingers crossed*
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Last night, one of my good friends from The Bad Place came up from VA, and she, My Wonderful Glassworker Friend and I all went to this fantastic Indian restaurant. The restaurant was part train. No I mean seriously, like it was made out of a church with a train car stuck to it.

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We got to eat in the train part. I was so happy. We had a maaahhhvelous time, just like we all used to when we'd get together every few weeks. The food was interesting. I mean, it was delicious, but so damn hot I was pretty sure my lips were bleeding at one point. They felt like they were about three feet big, and throbbing. Glassworker asked me, "What's in the dish you ordered?" and I told her, "Eggplant, tomatoes, onions and fire." They each had a taste of it and remarked on how mild it was, meanwhile I felt like someone had put a blowtorch in my mouth. Maybe it's just me!

But still, it was delish, and I had been wanting to try something daring, food-wise.

Today, I'm trying a "fast," LOL. My version of a fast is to eat fruit, though. So the actual "fast" part doesn't really work out. I had some watermelon and some honeydew melon. I can't do the whole "not eating" thing. I know it's good for you, but I start to feel really sick, headachey, all that kind of fun stuff.

Oh, going back a few days, Thursday was my third day in clinic. It went all right up until I took my client into the wrong room, and proceeded to do an entire treatment on someone else's table, which was already booked. I felt like such a goddamn moron. The girl whose room I had accidentally stolen is in her second trimester in clinic and she was very cool about it. She said it was no big deal and I shouldn't worry, etc. for which I was very grateful. But honestly. I need to think a little!

Aside from that, it's not bad. I have nice patients (*knock on wood* I swear, I don't think I could handle hostility,) and they've given me really nice reviews.

So hey, if anyone could give me some advice about a cloudy fish tank that will nto clear up no matter what, I'd love it. Yes, I've googled it. Yes, I've had the water tested and yes, I've tried: changing the water, treating the water, not changing the water, changing the filter, not changing the filter, changing the pH, adding salt, adding Cycle, feeding less, and using different foods. I've had the water tested, and the ammonia is a tad high (still fighting that, too, to absolutely no avail,) and this seems like a "bacteria bloom." But nothing has worked to clear it up. I'm getting really frustrated and I don't want my fish to get sick. My 20 gallon tank is fine. WTF? It's the same goddamn water.

Right now I'm waiting on that really cool guy that I like to let me know what time he's done with work tonight, because we're going to meet up, hurray. :)

Meanwhile, here's a picspam.

Havok is interested in The Big Bang: )

Two dogs forcing grooming on each other. )

This is Sano telling me, NO, I DO NOT WISH TO GO INSIDE. )

Havok taking one of his violent baths. )

My poor car! Samaras fell all over it. )

My nice garden and pond: )

Peekaboo robin! )

This one is too cute to cut:
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Okay! So I have a few hours yet to draw, paint, revise, whatever. :)
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Last night, one of my good friends from The Bad Place came up from VA, and she, My Wonderful Glassworker Friend and I all went to this fantastic Indian restaurant. The restaurant was part train. No I mean seriously, like it was made out of a church with a train car stuck to it.

Photobucket

We got to eat in the train part. I was so happy. We had a maaahhhvelous time, just like we all used to when we'd get together every few weeks. The food was interesting. I mean, it was delicious, but so damn hot I was pretty sure my lips were bleeding at one point. They felt like they were about three feet big, and throbbing. Glassworker asked me, "What's in the dish you ordered?" and I told her, "Eggplant, tomatoes, onions and fire." They each had a taste of it and remarked on how mild it was, meanwhile I felt like someone had put a blowtorch in my mouth. Maybe it's just me!

But still, it was delish, and I had been wanting to try something daring, food-wise.

Today, I'm trying a "fast," LOL. My version of a fast is to eat fruit, though. So the actual "fast" part doesn't really work out. I had some watermelon and some honeydew melon. I can't do the whole "not eating" thing. I know it's good for you, but I start to feel really sick, headachey, all that kind of fun stuff.

Oh, going back a few days, Thursday was my third day in clinic. It went all right up until I took my client into the wrong room, and proceeded to do an entire treatment on someone else's table, which was already booked. I felt like such a goddamn moron. The girl whose room I had accidentally stolen is in her second trimester in clinic and she was very cool about it. She said it was no big deal and I shouldn't worry, etc. for which I was very grateful. But honestly. I need to think a little!

Aside from that, it's not bad. I have nice patients (*knock on wood* I swear, I don't think I could handle hostility,) and they've given me really nice reviews.

So hey, if anyone could give me some advice about a cloudy fish tank that will nto clear up no matter what, I'd love it. Yes, I've googled it. Yes, I've had the water tested and yes, I've tried: changing the water, treating the water, not changing the water, changing the filter, not changing the filter, changing the pH, adding salt, adding Cycle, feeding less, and using different foods. I've had the water tested, and the ammonia is a tad high (still fighting that, too, to absolutely no avail,) and this seems like a "bacteria bloom." But nothing has worked to clear it up. I'm getting really frustrated and I don't want my fish to get sick. My 20 gallon tank is fine. WTF? It's the same goddamn water.

Right now I'm waiting on that really cool guy that I like to let me know what time he's done with work tonight, because we're going to meet up, hurray. :)

Meanwhile, here's a picspam.

Havok is interested in The Big Bang: )

Two dogs forcing grooming on each other. )

This is Sano telling me, NO, I DO NOT WISH TO GO INSIDE. )

Havok taking one of his violent baths. )

My poor car! Samaras fell all over it. )

My nice garden and pond: )

Peekaboo robin! )

This one is too cute to cut:
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Okay! So I have a few hours yet to draw, paint, revise, whatever. :)
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Yesterday was my first day back at school after a too-short break. I swear, those two weeks are a taste of honey. My first class was Pathology2, with a teacher I really enjoy, Dr. L. He's always been real kind to me. The school effed up my Thursday schedule—not much new there—and I had to go get it straightened out before class. At registrar I saw the dean, Dr. H, and he shoulder-checked me and said, "Hey girl, how's it going?" He's a super nice guy.

The class promises to be interesting, and of course I will have every single disease that we study.

Then I came home, ate, got ready for Kung Fu and headed off to train. Mondays are long. But not as long as Thursdays are going to be. I'm actually pretty damn nervous about Thursday, tbh, first day in clinic and all. What if I do something wrong? What if I accidentally kill someone? OMG, what will I do? Everyone says that it's really easy after the first day. I'm not so sure. Tests are easy. Actually doing things – not so much.

Tuesdays are my days off, and today was a fine one. Bright and hot, with flowers blooming like a beeotch. I went grocery shopping, and I was wearing my Resident Evil 4 shirt, the one I made. The girl behind the counter got all "SQUEEE I LOVE RESIDENT EVIL!" I was like "OMG ME TOO WHICH ONE?" "ALL OF THEM!" "OMG ME TOO!" And she goes, "I LOVE KILLING ZOMBIES!" The girl who was bagging groceries at her counter was just like, "Uhh, wow, okay." Anyway it was pretty funny.

Then I went out shopping for shoes for clinic, which, I found some pretty cheap ones that are comfy, and for running shoes, which I did not find because every last shoe was made out of leather. Wth? I could really use some good running shoes because I'm jogging more and more. We're not talking 10k or anything, but at least it's more than I could do even last month. And oddly, I quite like it.

After shopping I took the dogs, out, watered some plants, and the new cherry tree. Oh, I forgot to mention about that. The nice lady I used to work with, Competition Lady, was getting rid of one of her cherry trees. Her husband was going to throw it away and I was like, noooooo! So they dug it up and gave it to me. It looks a little droopy out there. Hope it lives.

Oh! I remember. So that little sketchy sketch that I did a while back? I decided to add some background and further destroy it by coloring it.

It's kinda big LOL THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID )

If you think I drew: the street, the flowers, the shattered tree trunk, or the sign on the wall, YOU ARE MISTAKEN. The sign was off Google image search and I just pasted it there yay, and the others are from a handy-dandy little tool called "image hose," LMAO I said "tool" and then I said "image hose" in the same sentence. Go me!

Now, I'm "working" with this cool video editing program and I think I'm doing all right with it. ("Working" is in quotes because making fun home movies is not SRS BZNS or anything.) Trying to make some snazzy Kung Fu videos. Haven't mastered the program yet. But it's fun to work with, not as frustrating as Vegas was, and, unlike iMovie, actually does stuff, if you can imagine.

Yare yare. I just went for a walk with Mom and we took both Ninja Wizards. Then I did my pushups (or tried to do ten good ones,) and my situps (simple as pie – not difficult to know my physical strengths and weaknesses,) and now it's time for a shizzower.

Wait a tic, I wrote this out the other day:

A fun regional dialect meme gacked (as always) from [livejournal.com profile] skitty_kitty


Age: 37
Where you grew up: Eastern Long Island

What do you call...
1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks:
2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called:
3. A metal container to carry a meal in:
4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in:
5. The piece of furniture that seats three people:
6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof:
7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening:
8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages:
9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup:
10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself:
11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach:
12. Shoes worn for sports:
13. Putting a room in order:
14. A flying insect that glows in the dark:
15. The little insect that curls up into a ball:
16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down:
17. How do you eat your pizza:
18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff:
19. What's the evening meal?:
20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are:
21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places:
22. the piece of furniture with drawers that you put clothes in:


My answers )
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Yesterday was my first day back at school after a too-short break. I swear, those two weeks are a taste of honey. My first class was Pathology2, with a teacher I really enjoy, Dr. L. He's always been real kind to me. The school effed up my Thursday schedule—not much new there—and I had to go get it straightened out before class. At registrar I saw the dean, Dr. H, and he shoulder-checked me and said, "Hey girl, how's it going?" He's a super nice guy.

The class promises to be interesting, and of course I will have every single disease that we study.

Then I came home, ate, got ready for Kung Fu and headed off to train. Mondays are long. But not as long as Thursdays are going to be. I'm actually pretty damn nervous about Thursday, tbh, first day in clinic and all. What if I do something wrong? What if I accidentally kill someone? OMG, what will I do? Everyone says that it's really easy after the first day. I'm not so sure. Tests are easy. Actually doing things – not so much.

Tuesdays are my days off, and today was a fine one. Bright and hot, with flowers blooming like a beeotch. I went grocery shopping, and I was wearing my Resident Evil 4 shirt, the one I made. The girl behind the counter got all "SQUEEE I LOVE RESIDENT EVIL!" I was like "OMG ME TOO WHICH ONE?" "ALL OF THEM!" "OMG ME TOO!" And she goes, "I LOVE KILLING ZOMBIES!" The girl who was bagging groceries at her counter was just like, "Uhh, wow, okay." Anyway it was pretty funny.

Then I went out shopping for shoes for clinic, which, I found some pretty cheap ones that are comfy, and for running shoes, which I did not find because every last shoe was made out of leather. Wth? I could really use some good running shoes because I'm jogging more and more. We're not talking 10k or anything, but at least it's more than I could do even last month. And oddly, I quite like it.

After shopping I took the dogs, out, watered some plants, and the new cherry tree. Oh, I forgot to mention about that. The nice lady I used to work with, Competition Lady, was getting rid of one of her cherry trees. Her husband was going to throw it away and I was like, noooooo! So they dug it up and gave it to me. It looks a little droopy out there. Hope it lives.

Oh! I remember. So that little sketchy sketch that I did a while back? I decided to add some background and further destroy it by coloring it.

It's kinda big LOL THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID )

If you think I drew: the street, the flowers, the shattered tree trunk, or the sign on the wall, YOU ARE MISTAKEN. The sign was off Google image search and I just pasted it there yay, and the others are from a handy-dandy little tool called "image hose," LMAO I said "tool" and then I said "image hose" in the same sentence. Go me!

Now, I'm "working" with this cool video editing program and I think I'm doing all right with it. ("Working" is in quotes because making fun home movies is not SRS BZNS or anything.) Trying to make some snazzy Kung Fu videos. Haven't mastered the program yet. But it's fun to work with, not as frustrating as Vegas was, and, unlike iMovie, actually does stuff, if you can imagine.

Yare yare. I just went for a walk with Mom and we took both Ninja Wizards. Then I did my pushups (or tried to do ten good ones,) and my situps (simple as pie – not difficult to know my physical strengths and weaknesses,) and now it's time for a shizzower.

Wait a tic, I wrote this out the other day:

A fun regional dialect meme gacked (as always) from [livejournal.com profile] skitty_kitty


Age: 37
Where you grew up: Eastern Long Island

What do you call...
1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks:
2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called:
3. A metal container to carry a meal in:
4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in:
5. The piece of furniture that seats three people:
6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof:
7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening:
8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages:
9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup:
10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself:
11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach:
12. Shoes worn for sports:
13. Putting a room in order:
14. A flying insect that glows in the dark:
15. The little insect that curls up into a ball:
16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down:
17. How do you eat your pizza:
18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff:
19. What's the evening meal?:
20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are:
21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places:
22. the piece of furniture with drawers that you put clothes in:


My answers )
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Allergies have driven me INSANE. I wake up each morning with an exploding face. Everything itches.

Every time the stupid ice cream man goes around the neighborhood, I get that song stuck in my head. Except I don't know what the song is; to me it's always been the Murphy's Oil Soap song, so for the rest of the day I'm singing, "You'll be using Murphy's all the time, 'cause the dirt is finished, but the finish is fine."

Anyone born in the '70s, YOU'RE WELCOME. :)

Today I left early and got Sano to his vet appointment to get the last of his stitches out. He removed the tail ones himself. :/ It was pretty quick, and then I came home, covered myself in so much sunscreen I looked like a Geisha, tucked my pants into my socks, and headed outside. Ticks don't be getting up my pants.

Then I bathed both dogs until they sparkled. They were not pleased, but at least they once again look like they belong to someone, and are not made up of dirt. That done, I did YARDWORK. Not gardening, but YARDWORK. Repotted the massive sago palm into a huge damn pot (where am I supposed to put it in the winter? I don't know!) planted a bunch of perennials I got cheap at Home Depot (actually Mom bought them,) planted some of my exotics outside (I do that every year, then un-plant them and re-pot them indoors in the fall,) cleaned all the bird feeders, got rid of yet more leaves, fixed the filter on my pond, and generally tried to make things as nice and tidy as possible. The way Dad would have done it.

I also took Havok's cage outside. I don't know WTF, but he has been screaming for months. Screaming, so that you can't think of anything else while he's doing it. I don't know if he's reaching some kind of crow maturity or something, but it's maddening, and once he starts, he does it constantly. So I thought maybe he's getting nutty looking at the same stuff all winter, and I took his cage outside. He was a little freaked at first, then he started playing with his toys and stuff. Maybe I'll make a thing of taking his cage outside with me. But honestly I'm thinking of building him something bigger, outdoors, for spring and summer, and part of fall. It's tough because he's a corvid and I'm always concerned about mosquitos. I've got the big aviary, but obviously I keep my fledgling birds in there all summer, and it's also where Car lives. Havok would kill any babies, and probably Car.

So, I'm thinking.

After all of that, I went to Mom's with the dogs to show her how sparkly they were. A huge-ass gnarly yellowjacket flew into the dining room by the screen door, and Haku was lying right under it. I hate those emmeffers, and I whacked it with a rolled catalogue. It was still alive and it fell onto Haku. I panicked—the last thing the epileptic needs is to get stung by a huge wasp—and started beating it to death, while it was still on Haku. He tried to get up to get the hell away from Mom who had gone insane and started randomly beating him with a rolled up newspaper, and I didn't want the damn tenacious wasp stinging him so I held the poor dog down and continued swatting until the wasp was dead. OMG, I felt terrible, because how could my retarded little white dog understand, or how could any dog understand? But at the same time I was laughing hysterically for the rest of the night. "You stay here while I beat you with a catalog!" Haku was looking at me like, "What the hell? What's wrong with you?"

Because that's his attitude even when he has done something wrong and I scold him. It's always me, never him.

Oh, speaking of dogs, so my across the street neighbors have this bratty little kid. Not the neighbors directly across (with the pit bull that almost killed Sano and broke his leg,) but next to them. Actually they have about five kids, but there's this one that's a toddler and they let him run all over the damn street with no one watching him. It's not like cars never go down the road, you know? Anyway, every time he's out at the same time my dogs are out, this little bastard comes running up to the fence and starts barking back at my dogs. I always tell him, "You'd better get away; my dogs will bite you." And when his lazy mother finally drags her ass out of the house to call her spawn off, I tell her, too. Well, today he came running over barking at the dogs again like a small moron. And then he picked up a fist-full of dirt and threw it at Sano. I was like WHAT, UH, YOU DID NOT THROW DIRT AT MY DOGS. I actually yelled at him, "NO, NO, bad, you get away from this fence and don't throw things at dogs!"

Eventually his lazy mother came and carted him off, but I swear. It's the same kid who keeps going into my cousin's yard and playing on her lawn. WTF?

What else am I ranting about today? Oh, I know. I picked up a deeply discounted version of Final Cut Express (legal, yes, thanks!) and spent much of yesterday when I wasn't outside learning to use it. It is profoundly confusing for a newb like me. But I figure if I can learn Vegas, I can learn FCE, too. And I made a lot of progress today too, actually, just by switching a sequence thingie thing so I didn't have to render and re-render every single clip in the world every single time I edited the tiniest little detail, and oh dude I'd better remember WTF it was I did so I can do it again if I have to.

Kung Fu has been its usual springtime goodness lately.

Small Wheel:


I'm trying to find a TVTrope for each of my nakama.

I'm jogging so much more than I was when I began! I still have to pretend like zombies are chasing me, or that I'm chasing Ewan McGregor down the street, but yeah, I am actually doing pretty well with the jogging. Although it occurred to me tonight that I only jog so that I can eat pie or ice cream later.

Work tomorrow, on Beltaine of all days. (No lovely Anime Lazzara, meh. You know that actually bummed me out, because I kinda really thought he was interested.) But anyway.

Leon the Magnificent is staring at me. What does he want?

Am I the only one who feels that a remake of Nightmare on Elm Street is completely unnecessary?

A week till Iron Man 2!

"You'll be using Murphy's all the time, 'cause the dirt is finished, but the finish is fine!"

*Head asplode*







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Allergies have driven me INSANE. I wake up each morning with an exploding face. Everything itches.

Every time the stupid ice cream man goes around the neighborhood, I get that song stuck in my head. Except I don't know what the song is; to me it's always been the Murphy's Oil Soap song, so for the rest of the day I'm singing, "You'll be using Murphy's all the time, 'cause the dirt is finished, but the finish is fine."

Anyone born in the '70s, YOU'RE WELCOME. :)

Today I left early and got Sano to his vet appointment to get the last of his stitches out. He removed the tail ones himself. :/ It was pretty quick, and then I came home, covered myself in so much sunscreen I looked like a Geisha, tucked my pants into my socks, and headed outside. Ticks don't be getting up my pants.

Then I bathed both dogs until they sparkled. They were not pleased, but at least they once again look like they belong to someone, and are not made up of dirt. That done, I did YARDWORK. Not gardening, but YARDWORK. Repotted the massive sago palm into a huge damn pot (where am I supposed to put it in the winter? I don't know!) planted a bunch of perennials I got cheap at Home Depot (actually Mom bought them,) planted some of my exotics outside (I do that every year, then un-plant them and re-pot them indoors in the fall,) cleaned all the bird feeders, got rid of yet more leaves, fixed the filter on my pond, and generally tried to make things as nice and tidy as possible. The way Dad would have done it.

I also took Havok's cage outside. I don't know WTF, but he has been screaming for months. Screaming, so that you can't think of anything else while he's doing it. I don't know if he's reaching some kind of crow maturity or something, but it's maddening, and once he starts, he does it constantly. So I thought maybe he's getting nutty looking at the same stuff all winter, and I took his cage outside. He was a little freaked at first, then he started playing with his toys and stuff. Maybe I'll make a thing of taking his cage outside with me. But honestly I'm thinking of building him something bigger, outdoors, for spring and summer, and part of fall. It's tough because he's a corvid and I'm always concerned about mosquitos. I've got the big aviary, but obviously I keep my fledgling birds in there all summer, and it's also where Car lives. Havok would kill any babies, and probably Car.

So, I'm thinking.

After all of that, I went to Mom's with the dogs to show her how sparkly they were. A huge-ass gnarly yellowjacket flew into the dining room by the screen door, and Haku was lying right under it. I hate those emmeffers, and I whacked it with a rolled catalogue. It was still alive and it fell onto Haku. I panicked—the last thing the epileptic needs is to get stung by a huge wasp—and started beating it to death, while it was still on Haku. He tried to get up to get the hell away from Mom who had gone insane and started randomly beating him with a rolled up newspaper, and I didn't want the damn tenacious wasp stinging him so I held the poor dog down and continued swatting until the wasp was dead. OMG, I felt terrible, because how could my retarded little white dog understand, or how could any dog understand? But at the same time I was laughing hysterically for the rest of the night. "You stay here while I beat you with a catalog!" Haku was looking at me like, "What the hell? What's wrong with you?"

Because that's his attitude even when he has done something wrong and I scold him. It's always me, never him.

Oh, speaking of dogs, so my across the street neighbors have this bratty little kid. Not the neighbors directly across (with the pit bull that almost killed Sano and broke his leg,) but next to them. Actually they have about five kids, but there's this one that's a toddler and they let him run all over the damn street with no one watching him. It's not like cars never go down the road, you know? Anyway, every time he's out at the same time my dogs are out, this little bastard comes running up to the fence and starts barking back at my dogs. I always tell him, "You'd better get away; my dogs will bite you." And when his lazy mother finally drags her ass out of the house to call her spawn off, I tell her, too. Well, today he came running over barking at the dogs again like a small moron. And then he picked up a fist-full of dirt and threw it at Sano. I was like WHAT, UH, YOU DID NOT THROW DIRT AT MY DOGS. I actually yelled at him, "NO, NO, bad, you get away from this fence and don't throw things at dogs!"

Eventually his lazy mother came and carted him off, but I swear. It's the same kid who keeps going into my cousin's yard and playing on her lawn. WTF?

What else am I ranting about today? Oh, I know. I picked up a deeply discounted version of Final Cut Express (legal, yes, thanks!) and spent much of yesterday when I wasn't outside learning to use it. It is profoundly confusing for a newb like me. But I figure if I can learn Vegas, I can learn FCE, too. And I made a lot of progress today too, actually, just by switching a sequence thingie thing so I didn't have to render and re-render every single clip in the world every single time I edited the tiniest little detail, and oh dude I'd better remember WTF it was I did so I can do it again if I have to.

Kung Fu has been its usual springtime goodness lately.

Small Wheel:


I'm trying to find a TVTrope for each of my nakama.

I'm jogging so much more than I was when I began! I still have to pretend like zombies are chasing me, or that I'm chasing Ewan McGregor down the street, but yeah, I am actually doing pretty well with the jogging. Although it occurred to me tonight that I only jog so that I can eat pie or ice cream later.

Work tomorrow, on Beltaine of all days. (No lovely Anime Lazzara, meh. You know that actually bummed me out, because I kinda really thought he was interested.) But anyway.

Leon the Magnificent is staring at me. What does he want?

Am I the only one who feels that a remake of Nightmare on Elm Street is completely unnecessary?

A week till Iron Man 2!

"You'll be using Murphy's all the time, 'cause the dirt is finished, but the finish is fine!"

*Head asplode*







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Updates, updates, where to begin. First thing's first: Sano's surgery went well and the biopsy showed no cancer. Which, I'm so glad, but part of me can't help wishing that I had never seen the stupid skin lesion and saved all the money. Either way, I'm glad it's all over with and he's all stitched up.

Thursday, Mom and I were outside all day doing yardwork. Like, the real big cleaning, gutting kind of stuff, and we're still not done. It's such a tremendous job and it just made me think of Dad all day. He loved yardwork. He would have been out there clearing everything out, for hours. Obviously it made me miss him very much – and Mom too, of course. Aside from that, it's still a big, huge job for the both of us. Yet we got it done with no help. That's really what it comes down to: you just have to do things yourself. Time to get used to that, just suck it up. It's actually better that way, this way you never end up relying on anyone.

It seems like such a small thing, yardwork. But after this last year, there are no "small things" anymore.

I got another fish today; an albino plecostomus. They don't get huge like most others, and so I have him in my ten gallon tank with Leon, Lucrezia, Kyarotto and Onion. They are a nice group. I'd love to post pics, but my camera up and died. :/

Did I talk yet about last weekend? I don't think I did. It was awesome. Jo-chan came over and I was off from work both days. We watched Johnny Dangerously because she'd never seen it, then we watched Tropic Thunder again. I love that movie. Both of them really; either movie can still make me laugh out loud. On Sunday, Jo-chan and I went out shopping for bargain costume-bits because she was going to cosplay the Vocaloid Len Kagamine. We got some amazing finds, and once home, we set about cutting, sewing, hot-gluing, and frigging duct-taping this costume. We got it done in two hours, which I think, for the results, is quite impressive. :)

The result! )

I can't believe we did all that! Unfortunately, her anime con got canceled at the last minute. Le Suck! Still. That's my beautiful girl who is now officially a college student. WTF people, words don't even.

This past week, with no school or anything, I started sketching again. It's been almost a year, and I'm finally starting to pick up some tricks from my Corel program that I got superfly cheap. But the tablet is still mad awkward for me to use. Anyway, I can only really sketch people, and only ever sketch my own silly characters—frivolous author that I am—and managed to come up with something that pleased me.

Sort of pleasing. )
I fail at drawing hands, and clothes, and I fail at coloring. Still, something about this drawing kind of works for me. This is the person I see when I'm writing. I know, most writers aren't so self indulgent, but I am. I like to be visual. And the thing is, honestly if I could draw, I'd do a graphic novel instead. I wrote the book because I wanted to read it, but I also wish I could see it. I know that getting published doesn't guarantee a pay-check, and I'm not relying on it. But if you're lucky, you get fanart. People draw what's in your head, because they feel inspired. Can anything be better than that? :) Especially to a person who can't draw what's in her head? ^_^

Oh, the writing on the backpack reads, "If lost, please return to..."

If I get ambitious, then next week maybe I'll throw in his dog and make a lame attempt at background.

I also want to mention that I feel like my story is really coming along in ways that I never imagined. I'm so pleased with it that it keeps me awake on some nights. I have a good feeling. When I began it (years ago) and even up to a few months ago, it frustrated me, worried me – even when I enjoyed writing and reading it. But now it's on effing fire like never before. I don't know. Feels sort of right, I guess.0, `

What else. So, yeah, I got the new fish and I need a name for him. It's got to be a good one. Hmm.

While at work today, I approached this man in a really awesome Chinese coat and long red hair, and discovered that it was the husband of the lady I used to work for years ago, at the wildlife rehab clinic. He told me they now have a cow, and a steer. I was so envious! I had cow envy. I really want to go and see their cow and steer. I love to pet cows. I'm a simple creature. He asked me how I was doing, and I told him a bit of what the last year has been. He said he'd lost his Mom last week, but that it had been a long time coming. (I remember her being ill even when I worked there.) He also said, "You're still very beautiful." I never know what to say on the rare occasions that I hear something like that. A murmured "thanks" and a subject change is all I can manage.

Today was also my last day working with Nice Competition Lady. Apparently a Less Nice Competition Lady is going to take her place next week. Ah, but I'm a mellow kind of gal. I don't let Not Nice people get to me, usually. Well, umm, sometimes I do. ;) Anyway. So as it was her last day, she brought in delicious brownies (I ATE THREE) and a recipe for making orange-blossom water, which I'm so totally going to do. Then she gave me the address of a fantastic nursery with hard-to-find and unusual plants, as well as all kinds of exotic herbs. Oh, wow, I don't know if I should go there this very second as if my ass was on fire and my head was catching, or if I should stay as far the hell away as I possibly can. I just don't have the money (and with a broken camera which I'm eventually going to have to replace?)

I haven't bought a single plant this year. Which is very responsible of me, but I do have a jonze for them. What a strange urge.

One of these days I'll get up pics of my blooming flowers, and my cool new fish (as well as the usual ones... come on, no one's tired of pet pictures, right? Of course not! ;D )

Oh, and, two nights ago I had a dream that I had to marry Elvis. Seriously, brain? WTH?

Okay. Dinner.
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Updates, updates, where to begin. First thing's first: Sano's surgery went well and the biopsy showed no cancer. Which, I'm so glad, but part of me can't help wishing that I had never seen the stupid skin lesion and saved all the money. Either way, I'm glad it's all over with and he's all stitched up.

Thursday, Mom and I were outside all day doing yardwork. Like, the real big cleaning, gutting kind of stuff, and we're still not done. It's such a tremendous job and it just made me think of Dad all day. He loved yardwork. He would have been out there clearing everything out, for hours. Obviously it made me miss him very much – and Mom too, of course. Aside from that, it's still a big, huge job for the both of us. Yet we got it done with no help. That's really what it comes down to: you just have to do things yourself. Time to get used to that, just suck it up. It's actually better that way, this way you never end up relying on anyone.

It seems like such a small thing, yardwork. But after this last year, there are no "small things" anymore.

I got another fish today; an albino plecostomus. They don't get huge like most others, and so I have him in my ten gallon tank with Leon, Lucrezia, Kyarotto and Onion. They are a nice group. I'd love to post pics, but my camera up and died. :/

Did I talk yet about last weekend? I don't think I did. It was awesome. Jo-chan came over and I was off from work both days. We watched Johnny Dangerously because she'd never seen it, then we watched Tropic Thunder again. I love that movie. Both of them really; either movie can still make me laugh out loud. On Sunday, Jo-chan and I went out shopping for bargain costume-bits because she was going to cosplay the Vocaloid Len Kagamine. We got some amazing finds, and once home, we set about cutting, sewing, hot-gluing, and frigging duct-taping this costume. We got it done in two hours, which I think, for the results, is quite impressive. :)

The result! )

I can't believe we did all that! Unfortunately, her anime con got canceled at the last minute. Le Suck! Still. That's my beautiful girl who is now officially a college student. WTF people, words don't even.

This past week, with no school or anything, I started sketching again. It's been almost a year, and I'm finally starting to pick up some tricks from my Corel program that I got superfly cheap. But the tablet is still mad awkward for me to use. Anyway, I can only really sketch people, and only ever sketch my own silly characters—frivolous author that I am—and managed to come up with something that pleased me.

Sort of pleasing. )
I fail at drawing hands, and clothes, and I fail at coloring. Still, something about this drawing kind of works for me. This is the person I see when I'm writing. I know, most writers aren't so self indulgent, but I am. I like to be visual. And the thing is, honestly if I could draw, I'd do a graphic novel instead. I wrote the book because I wanted to read it, but I also wish I could see it. I know that getting published doesn't guarantee a pay-check, and I'm not relying on it. But if you're lucky, you get fanart. People draw what's in your head, because they feel inspired. Can anything be better than that? :) Especially to a person who can't draw what's in her head? ^_^

Oh, the writing on the backpack reads, "If lost, please return to..."

If I get ambitious, then next week maybe I'll throw in his dog and make a lame attempt at background.

I also want to mention that I feel like my story is really coming along in ways that I never imagined. I'm so pleased with it that it keeps me awake on some nights. I have a good feeling. When I began it (years ago) and even up to a few months ago, it frustrated me, worried me – even when I enjoyed writing and reading it. But now it's on effing fire like never before. I don't know. Feels sort of right, I guess.0, `

What else. So, yeah, I got the new fish and I need a name for him. It's got to be a good one. Hmm.

While at work today, I approached this man in a really awesome Chinese coat and long red hair, and discovered that it was the husband of the lady I used to work for years ago, at the wildlife rehab clinic. He told me they now have a cow, and a steer. I was so envious! I had cow envy. I really want to go and see their cow and steer. I love to pet cows. I'm a simple creature. He asked me how I was doing, and I told him a bit of what the last year has been. He said he'd lost his Mom last week, but that it had been a long time coming. (I remember her being ill even when I worked there.) He also said, "You're still very beautiful." I never know what to say on the rare occasions that I hear something like that. A murmured "thanks" and a subject change is all I can manage.

Today was also my last day working with Nice Competition Lady. Apparently a Less Nice Competition Lady is going to take her place next week. Ah, but I'm a mellow kind of gal. I don't let Not Nice people get to me, usually. Well, umm, sometimes I do. ;) Anyway. So as it was her last day, she brought in delicious brownies (I ATE THREE) and a recipe for making orange-blossom water, which I'm so totally going to do. Then she gave me the address of a fantastic nursery with hard-to-find and unusual plants, as well as all kinds of exotic herbs. Oh, wow, I don't know if I should go there this very second as if my ass was on fire and my head was catching, or if I should stay as far the hell away as I possibly can. I just don't have the money (and with a broken camera which I'm eventually going to have to replace?)

I haven't bought a single plant this year. Which is very responsible of me, but I do have a jonze for them. What a strange urge.

One of these days I'll get up pics of my blooming flowers, and my cool new fish (as well as the usual ones... come on, no one's tired of pet pictures, right? Of course not! ;D )

Oh, and, two nights ago I had a dream that I had to marry Elvis. Seriously, brain? WTH?

Okay. Dinner.
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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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Remember like two seconds ago (read: a few hours ago in the last post?) I said that even though it was going down to the 40's I thought the tropicals were okay outside for the rest of the season? Yeah we just got a FREEZE warning and it's going back down to 20 tonight. MOTHER EFFING TWENTY. WTF? WTF? WTMFF?

So I had to haul them all back in. Ummm, I have tons of tropicals and they are all in huge pots. What a pain!

And I'm PISSED because the town canceled my Hula class until summer. WTFFFFFFFFFF OMG I was really looking forward to teaching and to MAKING MONEY.

Umm Kung Fu tonight was fun, a new guy came in, then in blackbelt one of the guys from a different school came in to participate and he thought it might be fun or something to challenge the Gold Dragon, who pretty much owned him all over the place and I just had to laugh on the inside. Seriously, people.

TWENTY. TWENTY. Tonight's weather can blow me.
la_belle_laide: (Wildflowers)
Remember like two seconds ago (read: a few hours ago in the last post?) I said that even though it was going down to the 40's I thought the tropicals were okay outside for the rest of the season? Yeah we just got a FREEZE warning and it's going back down to 20 tonight. MOTHER EFFING TWENTY. WTF? WTF? WTMFF?

So I had to haul them all back in. Ummm, I have tons of tropicals and they are all in huge pots. What a pain!

And I'm PISSED because the town canceled my Hula class until summer. WTFFFFFFFFFF OMG I was really looking forward to teaching and to MAKING MONEY.

Umm Kung Fu tonight was fun, a new guy came in, then in blackbelt one of the guys from a different school came in to participate and he thought it might be fun or something to challenge the Gold Dragon, who pretty much owned him all over the place and I just had to laugh on the inside. Seriously, people.

TWENTY. TWENTY. Tonight's weather can blow me.
la_belle_laide: (Wildflowers)
So flowers are planted and fountains are fountaining and my brief vacation is dwindling quickly. It all went so slowly before Grandma's memorial, and then after that it started to whiz by. Which is just the opposite of what I expected.

The last few days it was in the 80's which is inSANE, but I loved it. Now it is back down to the 60's during the day and 40's at night. I already put most of my tropicals outside but I think they'll be okay. I did MAD yardwork. It always strikes me as funny how when women do it, it's "gardening" but when men do it, it's "yardwork." Well screw that, I did yardwork, it was physical work done in my yard. Not just planting flowers, but raking, cleaning, hauling dead Xmas trees (I leave it in the yard during the winter for the birds to nest in,) clearing out vines, and putting down tons of effing decorative rocks. This year, it seems like rocks are my answer to everything unsightly. They are cheap and easy like a 2 dollar ho.

Cherry trees are worth every goddamn penny. I bought two really cheap last year after they flowered (Home Depot just wants to move this stuff and they cut their prices ridiculously once the flowering is done; mono no aware* saved me a ton of cash, I swear, one of them was 36 dollars.)

I love to take pictures as you all know, but mostly I take them so that I can look back and go, "this time last year blah blah blah." A lot of gardeners do this, but I also do it for my own, oft-discussed neurotic reasons. It's weird because I look around now and think, "Everything's so greeeeeeen," (/Mel Brookes) but come summer I'll be looking at these photos and thinking how bare everything looked.

So for your (my) viewing pleasure:

Mono no aware... )

Uggh, so LJ crops those photos; I did not take them or crop them like that. Just so you know. ^_^;;

Umm, okay then I think I've picspammed you all enough. :)

So, here's the other thing going on. My Grandma had this little apartment as most of you know. It's just adorable and she was so ridiculously in love with it and happy there. It is right next to my kitchen. Well, so it's mine now; a wall has to come down to make a little door and then that's it. It's just, I don't know what to do with it. I feel like it's Grandma's house and I don't want to take that away. When my cousins moved into her old house, obviously she was still alive and she approved of everything they did with it. She loved the way they remodelled, the things they changed and added and how beautiful they made it. I guess I just hope that she would love whatever I do with her apartment, too, but it just feels weird, I can't put it into words.

I have a lot of ideas of what I will do with it and what I won't do with it. I think that everything she left to me should stay in there. It was her stuff. She loved her stuff. She also kept a garden or two or three outside too, which I will keep for her (with a little stone in there that someone, probably Chrissie, bought for her years ago that reads, "Grandma's Garden.") All of her little yard gnomes and garden fairies and crazy stuff like that.

I guess eventually I'll get a folding massage table in there, some bookshelves where I could put all the medical books (because even between trimesters they are freaking taking up so much space; they are HUGE,) and maybe I'll put my guzheng in there and my keyboard. I don't know; anything I think of just feels weird.

Well, that's today's neurosis.

In a few minutes I've got to go feed the dogs, feed myself (I was lazy and bought a ready-made stringbean + veggie dinner from Wild By Nature, it looks really delish!) and then eat, and then off to Kung Fu. A typical Spring Wednesday, always ending in something fun. :)

Oh! And I made a new icon. Isn't it cute? ^_^





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*Mono no aware, the Japanese sensibility wherein things of beauty are fleeting and tend to trail off into nothingness: rainbows, cherry blossoms, moments in the sun or moonlight, poetic thoughts...
la_belle_laide: (Wildflowers)
So flowers are planted and fountains are fountaining and my brief vacation is dwindling quickly. It all went so slowly before Grandma's memorial, and then after that it started to whiz by. Which is just the opposite of what I expected.

The last few days it was in the 80's which is inSANE, but I loved it. Now it is back down to the 60's during the day and 40's at night. I already put most of my tropicals outside but I think they'll be okay. I did MAD yardwork. It always strikes me as funny how when women do it, it's "gardening" but when men do it, it's "yardwork." Well screw that, I did yardwork, it was physical work done in my yard. Not just planting flowers, but raking, cleaning, hauling dead Xmas trees (I leave it in the yard during the winter for the birds to nest in,) clearing out vines, and putting down tons of effing decorative rocks. This year, it seems like rocks are my answer to everything unsightly. They are cheap and easy like a 2 dollar ho.

Cherry trees are worth every goddamn penny. I bought two really cheap last year after they flowered (Home Depot just wants to move this stuff and they cut their prices ridiculously once the flowering is done; mono no aware* saved me a ton of cash, I swear, one of them was 36 dollars.)

I love to take pictures as you all know, but mostly I take them so that I can look back and go, "this time last year blah blah blah." A lot of gardeners do this, but I also do it for my own, oft-discussed neurotic reasons. It's weird because I look around now and think, "Everything's so greeeeeeen," (/Mel Brookes) but come summer I'll be looking at these photos and thinking how bare everything looked.

So for your (my) viewing pleasure:

Mono no aware... )

Uggh, so LJ crops those photos; I did not take them or crop them like that. Just so you know. ^_^;;

Umm, okay then I think I've picspammed you all enough. :)

So, here's the other thing going on. My Grandma had this little apartment as most of you know. It's just adorable and she was so ridiculously in love with it and happy there. It is right next to my kitchen. Well, so it's mine now; a wall has to come down to make a little door and then that's it. It's just, I don't know what to do with it. I feel like it's Grandma's house and I don't want to take that away. When my cousins moved into her old house, obviously she was still alive and she approved of everything they did with it. She loved the way they remodelled, the things they changed and added and how beautiful they made it. I guess I just hope that she would love whatever I do with her apartment, too, but it just feels weird, I can't put it into words.

I have a lot of ideas of what I will do with it and what I won't do with it. I think that everything she left to me should stay in there. It was her stuff. She loved her stuff. She also kept a garden or two or three outside too, which I will keep for her (with a little stone in there that someone, probably Chrissie, bought for her years ago that reads, "Grandma's Garden.") All of her little yard gnomes and garden fairies and crazy stuff like that.

I guess eventually I'll get a folding massage table in there, some bookshelves where I could put all the medical books (because even between trimesters they are freaking taking up so much space; they are HUGE,) and maybe I'll put my guzheng in there and my keyboard. I don't know; anything I think of just feels weird.

Well, that's today's neurosis.

In a few minutes I've got to go feed the dogs, feed myself (I was lazy and bought a ready-made stringbean + veggie dinner from Wild By Nature, it looks really delish!) and then eat, and then off to Kung Fu. A typical Spring Wednesday, always ending in something fun. :)

Oh! And I made a new icon. Isn't it cute? ^_^





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*Mono no aware, the Japanese sensibility wherein things of beauty are fleeting and tend to trail off into nothingness: rainbows, cherry blossoms, moments in the sun or moonlight, poetic thoughts...
la_belle_laide: (mantis)
I owe my LJ a massive update. I never even told about, nor put pictures of the awesome sumemr BBQ of two weeks ago. Damn.

Pics! )

At the end of the night I was having some fun with the fire and my camera. Under the cut. )

A few days later I took some really cool photos of some little dragonflies that were chilling around my yard. Clickety. )

Then this awesome one of The Ninja Wizards, sorry, it is too cool to cut:

Photobucket

So I don't know if I mentioned this or not, but a few weeks ago my Dad asked if I would want him to go into one of my gardens with the weedwacker and take care of some of the weeds. Foolishly I agreed. Not only did he cut down all of the flowers along with the weeds, but he cut 2/3 of my huge, well-cared for wisteria tree.


This was what it looked like in the Spring. )

Me, I love the green. I don't even mind weeds as long as they are green and look nice and lush. There's a word in Hawaiian, uluwehi, and it means things that are lush, verdant, alive etc. That's what my K-mart pond/garden place was.

This is what it looked like two days ago. )
This is what it looked like two days ago. Wisteria tree mostly gone, everything dead and dry. Looked like the desert.

This is what I did yesterday and today. )

Surprisingly this didn't cost very much. Home Depot is my friend.

It's not uluwehi like it used to be, but it is sort of zen, peaceful, interesting and artistic, right? The yin yang, the figure eight, the swervy lines? It's not so bad anymore, right?

It reminds me of like a Japanese garden or something. Like in the Meiji or Heian, right, or even the the Chinese Empire like outside of the Forbidden City at the turn of the century, right, and then I'd be living there and I made that garden thing, and then like warriors would come along and be all tired and I'd be all like, "Come into my garden to rest and rejuvinate" and they would feel all magical and whatnot and I'd be like, "Have a drink," and they would, and I would get them drunk and they'd be all drunk and they would forget that I was this plain looking woman and I'd get all silly and girly and say, "Teach me some of your secret warrior moves!" and they would oblige me and teach me all this martial arts stuff and I would repay them with sex--because there are no STDs and they are drunk so they have sake goggles on--and then they would continue on their journey and the next warrior would come by and I would play out the whole scene all over again until I had learned so many Kung Fu forms which I would practice outside of the garden until I was nigh unstoppable, and then one day Bad Guys would come and try to take away my house, but little do they know that I had spent all those years learning from wandering warriors and honing my skill, and they wouldn't stand a chance against me.

That's what my new garden makes me think of, but I still miss the green.

So you may have noticed I've been posting lots of political stuff, lots of outrage. Well, I am always outraged but I think that since I lost my job I'm really struggling to find my place, and anywhere I find where people are fighting for a cause, speaking up, and actually doing something, really gets me tingly in my political places. It's exciting for me to have some time to discover these things. I've always been political, and I've always had lots to say, but now that there are all these roads in front of me I feel like I need to choose all of them. I don't know.

I went ahead and joined theyoungturks.com and I actually emailed the folks at the show and the blog. I thanked them for existing, briefly told them how I lost my job, and asked if they had any openings for freelance writers. They didn't, but said to keep in touch.

Like I said the other night to some friends of mine, this here ain't no beautiful heroin gonna bring down the evil infrastructure. This here is just a mouthy, frustrated thirty something who doesn't fit in much anywhere else. I've spent the last few years just bitching about the system and lending my voice, giving money and doing things that are easy for a privileged person to do.

But now I want to really do something, and people like this inspire me. When I go to the web page and it says "rebel headquarters," I know how ridiculous this is, but I feel like I just went into the basement of the Seventh Heaven to have a meeting with Avalanche, or am going to meet Princess Leia or something. It appeals to the geek in me, the one that has always been in love with the underdog rebel, with the Salvatore Giulianos and Luke Skywalkers. It appeals to the part of me that thinks that, maybe, in some weird, sick, twisted way, living in a post-apocalyptic mad world would be sort of fun; anything to be free of this reign.

But more, it appeals to my logic and the things I believe in outside of fantasy. I believe in the things that need to be done and I want to be a part of doing them, instead of just screaming about them needing to be done.

*Sigh*

Anyway.

Tonight in Kung Fu we did some drills then went outside for sword and staff. Lee got hit in the head pretty badly which was quite disconcerting. She is a tough lady though. I also put the idea out there for a party next Sunday and everyone was game for it. Now the weather channel says it's going to rain.

NOOOOO.

la_belle_laide: (mantis)
I owe my LJ a massive update. I never even told about, nor put pictures of the awesome sumemr BBQ of two weeks ago. Damn.

Pics! )

At the end of the night I was having some fun with the fire and my camera. Under the cut. )

A few days later I took some really cool photos of some little dragonflies that were chilling around my yard. Clickety. )

Then this awesome one of The Ninja Wizards, sorry, it is too cool to cut:

Photobucket

So I don't know if I mentioned this or not, but a few weeks ago my Dad asked if I would want him to go into one of my gardens with the weedwacker and take care of some of the weeds. Foolishly I agreed. Not only did he cut down all of the flowers along with the weeds, but he cut 2/3 of my huge, well-cared for wisteria tree.


This was what it looked like in the Spring. )

Me, I love the green. I don't even mind weeds as long as they are green and look nice and lush. There's a word in Hawaiian, uluwehi, and it means things that are lush, verdant, alive etc. That's what my K-mart pond/garden place was.

This is what it looked like two days ago. )
This is what it looked like two days ago. Wisteria tree mostly gone, everything dead and dry. Looked like the desert.

This is what I did yesterday and today. )

Surprisingly this didn't cost very much. Home Depot is my friend.

It's not uluwehi like it used to be, but it is sort of zen, peaceful, interesting and artistic, right? The yin yang, the figure eight, the swervy lines? It's not so bad anymore, right?

It reminds me of like a Japanese garden or something. Like in the Meiji or Heian, right, or even the the Chinese Empire like outside of the Forbidden City at the turn of the century, right, and then I'd be living there and I made that garden thing, and then like warriors would come along and be all tired and I'd be all like, "Come into my garden to rest and rejuvinate" and they would feel all magical and whatnot and I'd be like, "Have a drink," and they would, and I would get them drunk and they'd be all drunk and they would forget that I was this plain looking woman and I'd get all silly and girly and say, "Teach me some of your secret warrior moves!" and they would oblige me and teach me all this martial arts stuff and I would repay them with sex--because there are no STDs and they are drunk so they have sake goggles on--and then they would continue on their journey and the next warrior would come by and I would play out the whole scene all over again until I had learned so many Kung Fu forms which I would practice outside of the garden until I was nigh unstoppable, and then one day Bad Guys would come and try to take away my house, but little do they know that I had spent all those years learning from wandering warriors and honing my skill, and they wouldn't stand a chance against me.

That's what my new garden makes me think of, but I still miss the green.

So you may have noticed I've been posting lots of political stuff, lots of outrage. Well, I am always outraged but I think that since I lost my job I'm really struggling to find my place, and anywhere I find where people are fighting for a cause, speaking up, and actually doing something, really gets me tingly in my political places. It's exciting for me to have some time to discover these things. I've always been political, and I've always had lots to say, but now that there are all these roads in front of me I feel like I need to choose all of them. I don't know.

I went ahead and joined theyoungturks.com and I actually emailed the folks at the show and the blog. I thanked them for existing, briefly told them how I lost my job, and asked if they had any openings for freelance writers. They didn't, but said to keep in touch.

Like I said the other night to some friends of mine, this here ain't no beautiful heroin gonna bring down the evil infrastructure. This here is just a mouthy, frustrated thirty something who doesn't fit in much anywhere else. I've spent the last few years just bitching about the system and lending my voice, giving money and doing things that are easy for a privileged person to do.

But now I want to really do something, and people like this inspire me. When I go to the web page and it says "rebel headquarters," I know how ridiculous this is, but I feel like I just went into the basement of the Seventh Heaven to have a meeting with Avalanche, or am going to meet Princess Leia or something. It appeals to the geek in me, the one that has always been in love with the underdog rebel, with the Salvatore Giulianos and Luke Skywalkers. It appeals to the part of me that thinks that, maybe, in some weird, sick, twisted way, living in a post-apocalyptic mad world would be sort of fun; anything to be free of this reign.

But more, it appeals to my logic and the things I believe in outside of fantasy. I believe in the things that need to be done and I want to be a part of doing them, instead of just screaming about them needing to be done.

*Sigh*

Anyway.

Tonight in Kung Fu we did some drills then went outside for sword and staff. Lee got hit in the head pretty badly which was quite disconcerting. She is a tough lady though. I also put the idea out there for a party next Sunday and everyone was game for it. Now the weather channel says it's going to rain.

NOOOOO.

la_belle_laide: (ShinRa slut)
A little fanpoodling I had to do when I saw the scenes from Crisis Core. I can't believe how far the animation has come over the years, and even though nothing compares to the original FFVII, this stuff is beautiful. I do hope they remake FFVII one day; it won't take away from the original, because we will always have the original. Square Enix can keep milking this particular cow for all I care. I love it. :D The music is Vanessa Mae's "Storm."




For those who aren't familiar with any of this, basically what I was doing in the video was juxtaposing the old stuff with the new. The first game was just a bunch of badly translated polygons, but with faceted characters and a twisty, turny story that took me three games to finally understand backwards and forwards. It seems that if you didn't play VII first, before all the cool graphics came out, then chances are you aren't going to want to and probably won't get the beauty of it anyway.

The new graphics come from follow-up games and one huge movie. Those games and the movie had flashback sequences that beautifully animated parts we'd only seen in block graphics, finally giving it the visual emotion and depth we always knew was there. Why, I'd sit there playing the game and say, "I wish they'd render this scene so we could all see the expressions."

And Cloud Strife wasn't a huge jerk or a loser: he was a kid who spent his formative years being tormented and experimented on in a lab, and for his troubles got to watch his best friend get murdered and therefore was mentally destroyed, emotionally dead and completely insane through the duration of the game. ♥

And the Turks were hot. :D

Wow, I feel so vindicated!

Questions about the games/movies? Just ask. ^_^

And because I don't really take it too seriously... Go on, click. It's funny, I promise. )

That is Jo-chan laughing along with me in the background and admonishing Cloud to leave Aerith alone. ^_^

And more fun with names. Clicketywhee. )

Lulzies.

Well shoots, while I'm here.

Okay, this is at a totally different end of the topic spectrum but I realized I never told about the Hula seminar that was out here on the island last week. Lucky me, it was with Auntie Kau'i, one of my favorite people in like the entire world. I made her a lei of Long Island flowers, and she taught four Hulas. The first three were easy (for me,) and the last one was a really fast 'uli'uli number that was all crazy. I did manage to get it though. Auntie only had to beat down two girls (she dos actually hit students when we get things wrong) and fortunately neither of them were me. In fact it was great: when we turned to the back and I was in the back row, she would say, "Just watch Jules!" That made me feel awesome. ^_^

Afterwards my Mom and Dad and Jo-chan came out to where the seminar was, and we took Auntie, her Alaka'i Kanani, and Olivia out to dinner. It was awesome.

Pictures!
Clicketywhee. )

All in all it was so lovely.

Also random: NOTE TO SELF! Never, ever, ever again take up Dad on offer to bring weedwhacker into garden. 2/3 of beautiful, old, beloved and patiently tended wisteria tree is gone. Remember: Weedwhacker sometimes = "chainsaw."



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