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Archive for June, 2009
Putting SmallChild to work
Jun 10th
I’ve recently rediscovered something I learned when my kids were little. Small children are extremely enthusiastic about smearing lotion all over your bare parts. Over the last few days Kira has lotioned my legs and feet multiple times and this morning I convinced her my back needed it too. I’m all soft today.
Kid’s finally starting to earn her keep.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
No D*C for me. Going somewhere else instead!
Jun 9th
Finally managed to get my already-paid-for plane tickets changed over so it’s official.
I’m going to Minnesota for 10 days next month to attend CONvergence and get to hang out with my VERY good friends Cara and Heather. You D*C people know them as the ladies I usually stay with there and they come to the good parties with me. This time I’m going to their neck of the woods to check out… Minnesota.
All my bestest friends have cancelled on Dragon*Con so there’s really no reason to go. Oh sure, there are a few other friends I’ll miss (Cat and Taipa and Loren and A and all my author friends and peeps like that) but this trip sounded like more fun.
And it’s like, three weeks from now and I REALLY NEED to get away from the people I live with NOW and not in September.
So, Cara, specifically:
US Airways Flight 351 arriving July 1 at 5:00 pm
US Airways Flight 35 leaving July 10 at 5:55 pm
I can’t bloody wait! Anybody else (fans, friends, folks) who want to get together just email spellwight over at gmail and we’ll set up a meetup of some sort.
No D*C for me. Going somewhere else instead!
Jun 9th
Finally managed to get my already-paid-for plane tickets changed over so it’s official.
I’m going to Minnesota for 10 days next month to attend CONvergence and get to hang out with my VERY good friends Cara and Heather. You D*C people know them as the ladies I usually stay with there and they come to the good parties with me. This time I’m going to their neck of the woods to check out… Minnesota.
All my bestest friends have cancelled on Dragon*Con so there’s really no reason to go. Oh sure, there are a few other friends I’ll miss (Cat and Taipa and Loren and A and all my author friends and peeps like that) but this trip sounded like more fun.
And it’s like, three weeks from now and I REALLY NEED to get away from the people I live with NOW and not in September.
So, Cara, specifically:
US Airways Flight 351 arriving July 1 at 5:00 pm
US Airways Flight 35 leaving July 10 at 5:55 pm
I can’t bloody wait! Anybody else (fans, friends, folks) who want to get together just email spellwight over at gmail and we’ll set up a meetup of some sort.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
Reticence
Jun 9th
Must say that since I’ve switched to my own site instead of just livejournal, I’m not as apt to be as open. Feelings schmeelings. I’ve been reading my LJ from the beginning and though 2/3 of it is useless crap, the rest is a decent history of my trials and tribulations.
There’s a certain point where posting my feelings about certain subjects pissed off a few of my “friends” and shows which people are truly friends and which are just shallow contact-counters. One personal comment about not agreeing with a couple of unnamed friend’s lifestyle choices (which I still maintain I should be allowed to make in my own goddamn journal) blew up into the biggest online battle I’d ever been in. Sides were taken resulting in permanent breaks, and temporary walls happened. But in the long run the people I really consider friends are still around. And the person I commented about has now discovered I was basically right and has apparently forgiven me and is back to being my friend. But I’m still gun-shy about expressing my feelings, even in my personal space. I’d love to be more supportive about what she’s going through now, but you know… once bitten, twice shy.
My readership has expanded by leaps and bounds over time and the chances that a general comment about someone specific won’t ring as many bells as it once would. Who know.
I even have to be more careful about I say about my own family. This used to be where I could let out all my anger and disgust and work out the thought processes before confronting family with a more calm and supportive face. Now I don’t know who is reading, who is reporting and who won’t understand THIS is where I say what’s impolite, what I really feel and can’t say aloud and this helps me to be nicer to their faces.
Now that I’m more social in real life, people tell me that I’m too brutal and snarky, that though I have a lot of new friends who like that I’m honest and blunt… I still put a lot of people off.
You know what? Tough shit. If your feelings are so easily hurt by the fact that I may not like something you do (or you AT ALL) that’s your problem. Fuck eggshells. I have a circle of friends who appreciate me, my family is used to how I am and the rest of you can take me as I am. I’m not curbing my comments anymore.
Fair warning.
Reticence
Jun 9th
Must say that since I’ve switched to my own site instead of just livejournal, I’m not as apt to be as open. Feelings schmeelings. I’ve been reading my LJ from the beginning and though 2/3 of it is useless crap, the rest is a decent history of my trials and tribulations.
There’s a certain point where posting my feelings about certain subjects pissed off a few of my “friends” and shows which people are truly friends and which are just shallow contact-counters. One personal comment about not agreeing with a couple of unnamed friend’s lifestyle choices (which I still maintain I should be allowed to make in my own goddamn journal) blew up into the biggest online battle I’d ever been in. Sides were taken resulting in permanent breaks, and temporary walls happened. But in the long run the people I really consider friends are still around. And the person I commented about has now discovered I was basically right and has apparently forgiven me and is back to being my friend. But I’m still gun-shy about expressing my feelings, even in my personal space. I’d love to be more supportive about what she’s going through now, but you know… once bitten, twice shy.
My readership has expanded by leaps and bounds over time and the chances that a general comment about someone specific won’t ring as many bells as it once would. Who know.
I even have to be more careful about I say about my own family. This used to be where I could let out all my anger and disgust and work out the thought processes before confronting family with a more calm and supportive face. Now I don’t know who is reading, who is reporting and who won’t understand THIS is where I say what’s impolite, what I really feel and can’t say aloud and this helps me to be nicer to their faces.
Now that I’m more social in real life, people tell me that I’m too brutal and snarky, that though I have a lot of new friends who like that I’m honest and blunt… I still put a lot of people off.
You know what? Tough shit. If your feelings are so easily hurt by the fact that I may not like something you do (or you AT ALL) that’s your problem. Fuck eggshells. I have a circle of friends who appreciate me, my family is used to how I am and the rest of you can take me as I am. I’m not curbing my comments anymore.
Fair warning.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
Vegas, the final day
Jun 5th
It just occured to me that I forgot to finish that series of posts.
Saturday I tried to sleep in, I really did. I think I lasted until 9ish. Got up and packed up, got everyone else up and packed and went downstairs to replace the room key/players card I’d left in a machine the night before. I forgot to mention about the 45 minutes I sat in the elevator lobby waiting for Casey the night before because I’d lost my key.
I’d won a t-shirt with my player’s card, and wasted another $20 in the machines waiting for CJ to check out of her room and come over. We headed over to the all-you-can-eat-all-day buffet and had a nice brunch. And gambled some more. CJ had a lot better luck than I did, doubling her money, but I think we both eventually walked out losers. Went up to the pool deck to hang out for a while, then back to eat again.
I was so tired exhausted all I wanted to do was sleep or go home. Not a lot of sitting places in Vegas. Our ride to the airport showed up late, didn’t know how to get to the airport, stopped for gas on the way and got us lost AT the airport. Son’s dumbass friend. We should have took a cab, seriously.
Weird that I’d bought my plane tickets a week before CJ and we still ended up sitting next to each other. Casey chose to ride home with his friends so his seat was empty between us. And a really hot guy sat in front of me. He was a good sport with our teasing and flirting.
And then Ginnie was late picking us up from the airport.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
Marriage is between one man and one condiment.
Jun 4th
And if for some reason – like my ineptitude – this video doesn’t show up for you, go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFkeKKszXTw
Marriage is between one man and one condiment.
Jun 4th
And if for some reason – like my ineptitude – this video doesn’t show up for you, go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFkeKKszXTw
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
Repeat after me:
Jun 1st
“That was a stupid irresponsible thing to do.”
Not me! I’m fucking brilliant compared to my son and his idiot friends.
First there was the M-girl that was so trashed by the time they arrived in Vegas that she sliced the shit out of the back of her leg while shaving and then passed out cold in our hotel room.
Then there’s my son who disappeared for hours with the only vehicle, coming back late and with an empty tank so CJ and I despaired getting to the airport in time.
Then there was (again) my son who decided to stay with the bunch instead of flying safely home with me.
After that, there was the idiot B who drank beers while driving the van homeward, got busted in Kingman for a DUI and got the van impounded. Because my son was also too drunk to drive and apparently those two of the 6 were the only ones with driver’s licenses.
Those four other people who for some stupid reason don’t have driver’s licenses. How stupid is to NOT have a driver’s license?
The one who called me and got pissed off that I wouldn’t drive up there and save them. From their own stupidity.
(Let me clarify, had they had car trouble or an accident or something else out of their own control, I would have gone to get them.)
Oh, and the drunk ass driver and his wife who left their kids at home with her parents and let the power run out instead of putting extra cash on the m-power. Priorities, right?
They got B out of jail late this afternoon and because the van is in his name they couldn’t get it out of impound before closing time. So they’re stuck there another night.
Life lesson #54. Don’t fucking drink and drive doubledumbass! What a bunch of fucking losers.
Repeat after me: “That was a stupid irresponsible thing to do.”
Repeat after me:
Jun 1st
“That was a stupid irresponsible thing to do.”
Not me! I’m fucking brilliant compared to my son and his idiot friends.
First there was the M-girl that was so trashed by the time they arrived in Vegas that she sliced the shit out of the back of her leg while shaving and then passed out cold in our hotel room.
Then there’s my son who disappeared for hours with the only vehicle, coming back late and with an empty tank so CJ and I despaired getting to the airport in time.
Then there was (again) my son who decided to stay with the bunch instead of flying safely home with me.
After that, there was the idiot B who drank beers while driving the van homeward, got busted in Kingman for a DUI and got the van impounded. Because my son was also too drunk to drive and apparently those two of the 6 were the only ones with driver’s licenses.
Those four other people who for some stupid reason don’t have driver’s licenses. How stupid is to NOT have a driver’s license?
The one who called me and got pissed off that I wouldn’t drive up there and save them. From their own stupidity.
(Let me clarify, had they had car trouble or an accident or something else out of their own control, I would have gone to get them.)
Oh, and the drunk ass driver and his wife who left their kids at home with her parents and let the power run out instead of putting extra cash on the m-power. Priorities, right?
They got B out of jail late this afternoon and because the van is in his name they couldn’t get it out of impound before closing time. So they’re stuck there another night.
Life lesson #54. Don’t fucking drink and drive doubledumbass! What a bunch of fucking losers.
Repeat after me: “That was a stupid irresponsible thing to do.”
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
