Spinning on that dizzy edge

1. Despite my inability to post here in my own space (and the lesser frequency of commenting in other people's), I do in fact continue to exist.

( Kid, health, cancer, body issues, and VVC )

G'night, all!

I have printed out a book's worth of maps, tickets, guides, lists, and random useful pieces of information.

My carry-on and schlep bags are ready, with only the CPAP left to be disassembled and packed.

I have my passport, US ca$h for things (hoping I can spend it in Vancouver) and credit cards for elsewise, and streamlined stuff in my purse.

I have to fill up the gas tank, drive home, load the car, eat, and drive to St. Louis. Then I will hopefully get on a plane to Seattle without incident, catch nakedwesley at her gate, meet mercury973 at the curb, and get whisked away to the latter's apartment. In the morning, we will depart on a road trip to Vancouver and the Stargate con, so that I may bask in the presence of David Hewlett and some other guys that were on Stargate shows. *grin*

I am barely keeping on top of my squee. I can't run out of it too early, or it would be Bad.

EEEE!!!!

Back on Tuesday, if everything goes according to plan, whereupon I will most likely be barely ambulatory and close to brain-dead.

Wish me luck!

1. After much poking and reloading of the NaNoWriMo page, I finally got it to let me create an account and put in today's work. Woo-hoo!



Do you think I should store it all up and post it at the end, or copy it to here as I go?

2. To say that my period is pissing me off is putting it mildly. My cycles of the past few months have been all over the place: 32, 24, 34, 26, 28, and 32 days. Those of you with irregular cycles may be laughing at me right now, but dammit! I used to have regular cycles of 28 to 29 days. I think I've spotted every single pair of underwear I own, trying and failing to guess when the damned thing would start. This and the fact that I'm still not pregnant is vexing me.

3. The Emperor made an awesome Darth Maul, and hauled back quite the bag of spoils. The first treat he reached for? A bag of peanuts. We are frankly puzzled at whose child this is.

4. John De Lancie knows his way around Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Raven'. DAMN. *shivers*

5. Number five is not alive.

I am determined to not obsess about having gotten one (really wonderful, but still only one) person's feedback to one of my stories, and none to the other. It bugs me much less than it would have in the past, and realizing that makes the lack of attention almost worthwhile. (See? Not obsessing.)

I earned so many Responsible Adult/Parent Points over the weekend I'm still chuffed - you know, those pats on the back you give yourself that you can actually handle this Grownup thing. I cleaned off the kitchen table, desk, and counter. (For as often as those surfaces get cluttered up, I should install force fields on them or something.) The Emperor and I worked on pasting party info in his birthday invitations. I achieved Halloween decoration level 1 (tablecloth, flags out front, gel clings on the windows, and door decorations), and the Halloween tote is ready to be decanted for levels 2 and 3. I had sushi with friends, pushed the husband to take the Emperor to the Vet Clinic Open House to see animals, and then whisked the Emperor off to a local author reading at a library, and then went to the other big library to get Scooby-Doo books. While he read those to himself back at home and the husband waved me off, I did the grocery shopping. Later that night, I finished up the invites, addressed them, finished the other paperwork due for kindergarten today and got it all in his bag ready for this morning. Whew!

Tomorrow the husband and I are meeting with the Emperor's teacher to map out a plan for how to steer him on the Path of Good Days. It would be lovely to hear that he's been awesome, but I'm not expecting that to be the case. Then next week we meet the Building Intervention person. Then we enter the holiday whirlwind, starting with the Emperor's birthday (he's going to be six! How did that ever happen?), and proceeding right into me being the designated social coordinator and therefore bad guy for snubbing one side of the family or the other. Some things you can never win.

No wonder time is flying by so fast!

Many apologies for the twee subject line. This post has been accumulating itself in my brain for what seems like weeks now, and nothing else would do for it.

I really fucking hate paperwork, fine print, phone calls, and all attendant annoying minutiae thereof. The resolution of the red tape of the past few weeks has included:

( Kindergarten, Taxes, Mortgage, and FSA - I'd rather have lions, tigers, and bears )

We hates paperwork! NYARGH.

At least the hives cleared up a couple of weeks later as mysteriously as they arrived. Man, those were annoying. I still have no idea what caused them.

I must share with you my new crush, which comes with a to-make-a-long-story-short-as-I-can explanation. With last week's episode of Glee, I was wondering why Idina Menzel didn't sing, given her background. That, however, got swept aside when I found out that Lea Michele and Jonathan Groff, the other guest star, had appeared in Spring Awakening together, which led me to that show's website, which led me to The Bitch of Living, which has taken up residence in my head. It's such a fist-pumping anthem of male teenage energy and sexual frustration, and I love the choreography as well. Plus, the first singer's intensity and snarling delivery reminds me of Jason Dohring's portrayal of Logan Echolls, which sent me skimming back through my favorite Veronica Mars fic. I love the Internet. (Ooo - and Jonathan Groff at the end is totally channeling a Matthew Bomer-esque look and feel. Ah, pretty singing boys...)

Um...yeah. Adolescent sexual frustration and a visceral loathing of paperwork is pretty much is where my head is right now. Thanks, brain!

1. I am really starting to see the appeal of the "head in a jar" lifestyle. My back has been hurting for over a week now and doesn't seem to be getting any better. Nyargh. It was bad enough yesterday that I left work early. I'm really hoping that it will ease up when my period is done.

2. Writing CRITIQUE Meme!
Because I'm not above wishing for feedback to my writing. Even if you just want to say, "Hey, I've read your stuff."

3. I'm blaming #1 for my obsession with Mafia Wars on Facebook. I can't concentrate for crap on anything else. Any other FBers out there willing to join my crew? You don't even have to play - I just need to beef up my mafia size to avoid getting hammered.

4. We got a new dryer! Doing laundry has never been so satisfying or fun. Clean sheets, I adore thee...

5. The husband is on his new work schedule; his shift is from 8:30-5:30, Tuesday through Saturday. It's going to put a crimp in any family get-togethers from here on out, not that he minds that at all. It's nice that he has Emperor-free days to Get Crap Done, but it will take some adjustment.

6. I'm still kinda bummed that I missed the Pittsburgh fangirlium, though it probably would have been less fun with the back thing. But hey, 3 days 'til I get to hang with darsynia again! Woo-hoo!

7. Next year at this time, we'll be scrambling to get the Emperor ready for kindergarten. I hope we'll all be ready for it.

I think that's enough rambling for now.

I am grossly overdue for the five things meme as suggested by darsynia. (Since it was never explicitly defined, I'm regarding these as five things she either associates with me or explanations of which she'd like to see me stumble through.)

So for her edification, and anyone else's who cares to read:

( My take on humor, stern face of awesome power, SGA!, the Emperor, and multitasking )

Happy Friday, everybody!