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10 February 2017 @ 05:25 pm
I thought we had a deal with 2016? It takes what it wants and then 2017 doesn’t have to take anyone. And yet, this year we have already lost Mary Tyler Moore, Miguel Ferrer and now, Richard Hatch. I’ll tell you, I was pretty young when the original Battlestar Galactic was on. So, of course, the little boy and his robot dog were where my interests lay. But I saw it again as a teen and as an adult and I’ll admit, Starbuck was my guy. Who is surprised by this? No one? In both incarnations of BSG, Starbuck was my crush.

But not the actor. (Not even when he was on the A-Team, though I admit a small phase of crushing on Faceman, even though Murdock was always, always my number one). No, as far as actors went, I only started to know things about them as an adult and it was Richard Hatch I found to be the nicest, sweetest guy, especially when interacting with his fans.

I used to watch this show that was part Auction House/part Hoarders, where people were hoarding collectibles and an appraiser would try to get them to part with some of it and then help them display/care for the rest of it, as you should a collection. In one episode, a man had a huge BSG collection - original and new. And he just couldn’t part with any of it. So they actually got Richard Hatch to come. He was blown away by the collection, but was also like, “Dude, that’s me, shoved in a corner. Don’t shove Apollo in corner, take care of him!” When he left, he hadn’t convinced the guy and he was so disappointed. But that - his disappointment - made the guy shape up and agree to let go of some it. In fact, they found a big empty room in the back of the comic book shop that he frequented. The comic book guys were basically like, “This dude keeps us in business, what if he stops buying stuff now.” So they made this deal with the guy to turn their backroom into a BSG museum, using all of his stuff. It would still belong to him, but it would help them generate business and everything would be on display and cared for. They did a Grand Opening of the museum and all the store regulars showed up to look at the BSG display.

And so did Richard Hatch. He came to the grand opening and congratulated the guy, marveled at the collection. signed autographs, took pictures and he was so, so sweet. And that, that I think really shows the man for who he is. Who he was. That is an example of the man we lost this week.

Rest In Peace, Richard.
So Say We All.
30 January 2017 @ 06:30 pm
So there are a couple of memes I've seen floating around and I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring too!

Borrowed from matchboximpala, who borrowed it from someone else:

"Let's start 2017 off in a positive way with a Pay It Forward meme. The first 10 people to comment will receive a surprise from me at some point in 2017 — anything from a book, something home-grown or made, a postcard, absolutely any surprise! It will happen when the mood comes over me and I find something that I believe would suit you and make you happy.

If you can, post this in your own journal and pay it forward. Let's do more kind and loving things for each other in 2017, without any reason other than to make each other smile and show that we think of each other. If you're up for anything, please comment below and then PM me your contact info. Comments are NOT screened. If you'd rather receive something "virtual", then let me know in a comment."

(My additions: It'll probably be digital art or fic, as I don't sew or knit, but if I think of something or I see something that really screams your name at me, it may be a gift in the mail, who knows. If you are comfortable PMing me your info, fine. If not, also fine, as I said it'll most likely be over the internet anyways. Just tell me in the comments, "I want to be part of the Pay It Forward meme." Also, do the meme yourself by reblogging and changing the number of people you'll respond to - this said 6, I changed mine to 10. Make 2017 a better year for all!)


The second meme is a Year In Review type thing I saw on Tumblr. Taken from weneedalittlehearthope: 36 questions that can help you sum up your year, 2016. Pick one or two and drop them in my comments and I'll respond in a post!

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And hey, if you want me to ask you a question, just say so in the comment and I'll drop you one to respond to, a chance to think about 2016 one last time before we move forward onto February 2017 already.
20 January 2017 @ 03:39 pm
The Canadian Niece - newly 7 years old, with the wisdom of her years - is outraged by our election of Tronald P Dump. (This is what I’ll be calling him from now on, to avoid a) showing respect and b) algorithms from certain countries or his own people that may be looking for his name.)

So first, TCN’s favorite Big Boy restaurant here in my hometown - where her mother was always obsessed with their chocolate ice cream fudge cake and where the kids would beg to go for ice cream - has closed down. Then the Toy House - a local toy place that was family owned and operated for 65 years and where TCN is aware that I get all her best dollhouse stuff - has closed down. She was lamenting the loss to her father and said, “The new guy did this.” - “What new guy?” her father asked. - “The new guy who is in charge now.” Yes, Dump. She thinks her favorite Michigan restaurant and toy house have closed down because of Dump.

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But it left me thinking, how a seven year old would be a better choice. And not in a, “Oh, a seven year old would better than this douche,” kind of way, but in a genuine, “A seven year old has compassion and would be open hearted and open minded to all the peoples of America,” kind of way. Someone would have to handle the budget issues for her, but otherwise, I think she’d make a fine candidate. She was born in Canada though, so I think she’s out of the running.

Still, The Canadian Niece for President 20/20!
10 January 2017 @ 05:39 pm
Today I have lived seven years longer than I should have, than I could have. Today I have been sober for seven years.

It is so strange to go back and read my old posts about each year and how I felt then. I always feel elated, but there is more reflection as the years go on, I think. You can read my old sobriety entries here - 6 months, 1 year, 18 months, 2 years, 3 years, 4 years, 5 years, 6 years.

I don’t know if I have ever shared with anyone the whole story of the day I had my moment of clarity. I will tell you that I used up my Oxy fast, always. And towards the end, to make it stretch, I would make cocktails of skittles - muscle relaxes, benadryl, xanax, cold pills, sleeping pills, anything I could get my hands on. And I was taking way too much Oxy, even with the cocktails. I once took 100mg in a four hour period. I once took 60mg and 2 shots of fire whiskey in a 3 hour period. I was a mess, to say the least.

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Today I am seven years out from that moment. I have lived seven years longer than I should have. And did you know as a kid all the doctors, parents and naysayers told me I probably wouldn’t live to 30? I am eight and a half years out from that. Some days I get frustrated with myself for not doing enough, for not doing anything, for not beating down the fatigue and getting up. But then I remember that every day is just icing on a very big cake. That as long as I keep breathing, I am defying the odds.

So today I celebrate and eat cake. I don’t actually have cake, but I still have Christmas candy, so I’ll probably eat that. Thank you, all of you, for being on this journey with me. Here’s to tomorrow and the day after that!
09 January 2017 @ 11:24 pm
So I need your opinion, guys. My sister donates to a different charity every month through her church, but this year she has decided to donate to two additional charities outside of her church, looking for something a little more liberal, I guess. She has decided to do this to try to help offset a tiny bit of some of the things that people will be possibly losing due to a Trump presidency. I thought this was a good idea and as I am not horribly strapped for cash - I do okay on government services because I live with my sister, though I can only afford a little for each charity - I thought I would follow her lead. I wanted to choose two charities that would be close to my heart, so I decided to go with an LGBTQA+ and a disabled nonprofit.

For the LGBTQA+ charity, I am looking at two places. My state has a well known and excellent political lobby group that does very good work. We can expect to need stuff like that with Pence in the White House, after all. They also do legal and justice-related advocacy work. The other one I'm looking at is in the Highland Park/Detroit area and is a youth center for LGBTQA+ runaway/foster youth. It not only offers housing, but life skills, education, mental and physical health care and aftercare assistance. The question here is...do I help individuals on a smaller scale or the community as a whole on a political scale?

For the disability community, I have also found a Michigan political advocacy nonprofit that lobbies for bills and other things that the disabled community needs. I can definitely see us requiring more of this type of work over the next four years. However, I had been hoping to donate to some sort of place that gives assisted devices, mobility aids and the like to disabled people whose insurance does not cover it and who can't afford it on their own. I can't seem to find anything on the national or state level for this. I could donate to our county organization, but they don't give the stuff out, they only rent it. They have what they call a 'loan closet', but they don't loan it, they rent it, say for $15 a week for a walker. Which is fine if you just broke your leg and only need it for a few weeks, but I want something that helps the chronically ill people of my community. So should I keep looking for something like that or should I donate to the political lobby group?

Poll #2061022 Helping Hand

Who should I donate too?

LGBT advocacy and political lobby group
LGBT youth center
Disability political lobby group
Keep looking for a disability charity
Some other place I will suggest in comments

Thoughts? Decisions? Other places I should look into? They are all such good options, I can't decide, but money is limited, so I can only pick two. Thanks, gang! Working on making 2017 better for all!
31 December 2016 @ 08:34 pm
Doodling here while I watch cartoons with The Niece. Death to 2016. Hope for 2017. I showed it to The Nephew & Sis and said, "See, 2016 is dead. 2017 is gonna be better," and Sis said, "Uuuhhh, are you sure about that?" and I said, "No, but I'm gonna pretend I have hope." Anyways, I'm starting out the new year with a terrible sore throat and cough, but The Nephew and I will be staying up to watch the ball drop in Times Square because he's never seen it before. I hope however you are celebrating, or not celebrating, that you have a good night and that 2017 brings you good things.

Art by me. 12/31/2016

29 December 2016 @ 11:22 pm
Because I have not had the time or energy to sit at my desktop computer and make a proper tribute graphic to Carrie Fisher, I went ahead and did a quick sketch on my IPad the other night while in bed. I am still learning with the new drawing pad app, as well as the Apple Pencil, but I have gotten a few of the kinks worked out. This is not my preferred style, but I conveyed what I was going for here, certainly.

There was something, many things, small wonders and light inside Carrie Fisher, much like The Force was inside of Princess Leia. And in this piece, The Force is in her, around her, and she is floating in it...for always now.

May The Force be with you, Princess. And may you be one with The Force, Carrie Fisher.

And may you rest in peace.

Art by me. 12/28/2016

Carrie Fisher, October 21, 1956 - December 27, 2016
29 December 2016 @ 11:00 pm
I was so busy over Christmas that I never got a chance to make one of my tribute graphics for George Michael. I can't believe we lost him. Yes, when I was a kid I listened to his music, but that wasn't what made him such an interesting and iconic person to me. It was the way he shaped gay culture and the way he was a pioneer in gay acceptance, because he fought back against the image that they forced upon him for so long. By being in the spotlight he felt like he had to conform or give up his dreams as a musician, and eventually he let all of that go and spoke out on the AIDS crisis and the stigma of AIDS and the gay man...and just in general, he was an amazing and very brave person and talented man.

Jump forward a few days after that, where I was still feeling bad about George Michael, and then we lose Carrie Fisher. Which I can't even wrap my head around. I am heartbroken. I am devastated. I have cried for this loss. I knew she was quite ll, but she had been doing so much better, I thought she was stable and out of the woods. And then she was just gone. The first woman I ever truly looked up to. Before Audrey Hepburn even, there was Princess Leia. Before She-Ra and Teela and April O'Neil and Ororo Monroe...there was Princess Leia. And then after that, there was Carrie Fisher. The more I learned about her and her struggles in life, and the way she fought back against them and against society's stigma of her mental illness and the societal culture of sexism, and just in general told the world to 'fuck it' when she didn't like what she heard, all the while dealing with her own demons and anxiety (something of which I know a thing or two about) - the more I found her to be the hero that she played in Princess Leia. I am sorry we have lost her. I'm sorry we won't get to see her reaction to the fascist presidency we are about to get. I am sorry we won't get to see her storyline finished in Star Wars. I am sorry we will miss out on so many more words of wisdom from our favorite space-mom.

As if all that wasn't bad enough, but the shock of losing her daughter sent Debbie Reynolds on her way as well. I feel so badly for that poor family and everything they have lost. And, because I am me, I have been worrying about Carrie's dog, Gary. It was his job and life to take the worry and stress away from her. But who will now take the worry and stress away from him? Hopefully her daughter will bring him comfort.

Rest In Peace, George Michael. Rest In Peace, Carrie Fisher. Rest In Peace, Debbie Reynolds.
25 December 2016 @ 11:30 pm
Just making it under the wire for Christmas here! But I wanted to pop in and wish you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Amazing Kwanzaa, Wonderful Solstice, Fantastic Festivus and anything else you might celebrate!

We were meant to go see "Sing!", but my sister has a terrible sore throat, so we stayed home all day in our pajamas, took naps with the cats, played our new game of Doctor Who Risk, and caught up on some TV. It was actually a very quiet and amazingly nice Christmas Day! I also made out like a bandit on candy, because my sister took the niblings to Party City to buy my stocking stuffers and the little one realized she could get 15 pieces of candy for a dollar, and since she knows how to count to 15...this is pretty much what she spent her 10 bucks on. LOL. We will attempt to go see "Sing!" tomorrow after my sister has some antibiotics in her system.

I really hope you guys all had great days, and even if you don't celebrate, I hope you got some quiet time to yourself to enjoy the day! Have some pictures of Hiccup and Ripley under our Christmas tree! They were both less than a year old last Christmas, so I don't think they have any idea what the heck is going on, but they got lots of toys and decorations and boxes, and they think it's pretty wonderful!!

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21 December 2016 @ 08:57 pm
It’s been a busy week, damn. Wednesday I went to three back-to-back appointments, Thursday - PT, Friday - Sis’ office party, Saturday - church concert and Sunday - Rogue One. I also spent all weekend waiting for news about test results and boy, doctors need to work on their bedside manners - more on that at a later date.

Let’s talk about the Christmas concert! Last year my sister really wanted to go to her church’s Christmas concert, which was to raise money for the local food pantry, and since she knows the one thing I do miss about going to church is the music, she asked me to go, as you may remember. It was right smack-dab during those first awful months of Mom having shoulder surgery/multiple heart-attacks/heart surgery and we just needed a breather in the middle of all that to enjoy the season and have it actually feel like Christmas. Now this year we are far less stressed than last, but even the typical Christmas madness can feel like too much, so it was nice to have a minute to let it just be “Christmas”, you know?

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It was fun and funny and people clapped along and some parts of it were just so moving. They made some remarks that have us wondering if this is the last year they will be doing it, but I hope not, because I have enjoyed going these last few years. Sis says if they don’t do it next year, we’ll find something else, because we really do need that time-out to find the holiday spirit. And find it we did!
13 December 2016 @ 06:26 pm
I don’t care how old The Nephew gets, he will always be my ‘little man’. Anyways, he’s having a rough 2016. I mean, he’s only ten, the ails of 2016 shouldn’t be affecting him - that’s how cursed this year is.

So, they have a Neighborhood Mom. You know the type - always does crafts with everyone, invites you to go fun places, makes sure everyone has a sled. She had two boys close to TN’s age and he loved spending time over there. Better than being at home with his own stinky parents, right? (as all kids think). But she was always having a lot of sick days. TN is used to chronically ill people though - he has them on both sides of his family. But then this summer he was like, “She’s really sick, Dad. She doesn’t get out of bed now.” And then she was in the hospital. And then she died. And her two boys went to live with their dad. So he didn’t just lose Neighborhood Mom, but his two best friends as well.

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TN has refused to talk to his parents or me about Neighborhood Mom or his teacher, though he did open up about Gigi, cried his eyes out all morning the babysitter said, but I encouraged him to make use of the counselors at school this week. And ofc, my thoughts are with my sis-in-law and her mother.
05 December 2016 @ 06:01 pm
So, we had The Niece and Nephew this weekend and The BFF came down to give them their Christmas presents. She spoils them, you know. Her nephews live in Australia, so she adopted our niblings years ago.

She got The Nephew - who is 10 ½ now - a remote control flying Millennium Falcon. IKR?! The ship itself is made from styrofoam, but it was still a big present for him. He got really good at flying it too. We let The Niece try flying it, but that was a mistake - she got it all the way up to the top of my bookcase and then knocked my Dr. Malcolm picture over and broke the frame. Oops. We also took it in my room to see what the lights looked like in the dark and we tried putting a Lego guy on top of it and it totally flew with him on there!

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It was a way busy, but fun weekend. Basically on Saturday they went Christmas shopping with my sister and to see Moana and then got presents and had that epic Pony play. Afterwards The Nephew told me, “This was kind of like the best day.” Awww.
24 November 2016 @ 03:29 pm
So, for Thanksgiving this year, we are doing nothing. My little brother decided that it was bullshit that he never gets to see his wife and she never gets to see the kids, so since she has two days off, she's making a small meal for the four of them and they are staying in their pajamas and they are not leaving the house or going anywhere. Which gave us a good excuse to say that we weren't going to do Thanksgiving with our parents either, since the kids won't be there or anything. We know we're going to have to make up for it at Christmas, but for right now it feels awesome to have four days in a row to just hang out, me and Sis. We got all eight of the Harry Potter movies used on DVD and we are going to spend the entire weekend doing nothing but watching Harry Potter, which is awesome!!

Now as you can see, it is Thanksgiving in Smurf Village. Papa Smurf and I have even sent special Thanksgiving banquets to the off-laying areas, like the island, the mountain and the moon. Even though we are a communist dictatorship, we like to keep our smurfs happy, so they will be productive for us. If you notice in the first picture, on the left-hand side there are pilgrim costumes for the smurfs to wear, and if you look closely in the second picture you can see a Smurf wearing one of those costumes.

While we're here, I'd like to take a minute to focus on all the Native Americans. This holiday is kind of bullshit, tbh. I'd give up pumpkin pie if it meant the Native Americans weren't struggling so hard, so let's remember them when we eat today. Here is a link for where you can donate directly to the people of Standing Rock, to help their fight to keep pipelines away from their water.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I am thankful for each and every one of you!
Gilmore Gilrs fic! So, I made the comparison in counseling between the mother/daughter relationships on Gilmore Girls and my relationship with my own mother. Turns out, my counselor is a fan of the show, so we used that as a way to discuss some things. (You can read a bit more on that in my author's notes, if you wish). My counselor suggested that I write a GG fic to work out some issues after my mom had to move in with us for a stay this summer. I worked hard to get this finished before the new series starts this week, in case I get Jossed, so special thanks to my beta liptonrm for helping me get it turned around. This one is dedicated to Sarah - thanks for getting me through this past year, I'll miss you! 5,933 words. Enjoy!

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10 November 2016 @ 06:04 pm
Well, I showed up to PT yesterday and had two employees say they were surprised to see me, they thought I’d be in Canada by now. And then ask if I was okay. Like I NEVER talk politics there, a public setting, because you never know who will bring the wrath. But these people just know me well enough by now to know I am gutted. And that, at least, made me smile, when not much else has.

My little brother is a Libertarian - (Idk why, his kids rely on government aid and insurance, but ok) - so he told me that he was voting for Gary Johnson. I argued that Clinton needed every vote, that a third party vote was wasted. He said it wasn’t a wasted vote, it’s a vote for your candidate. I was like, “But your candidate will never win.” He said winning isn’t the goal for him. How? How can a poor, father of two, social issues activist think that way? In an election like this?

So I told him the following - (paraphrasing obvs) - “Okay, I know as a severely disabled person who has been disabled from birth, I will be one of the last to get my benefits cut. But if I do - even if I just lose prescription insurance - I can’t afford my liver meds and without them, I will die. If I die as a direct or indirect result of Trump being president and you voted Gary Jonhson, because ‘winning isn’t the goal’, then you are not welcome at my funeral. And I am not fucking kidding.” He responded with some grumbles and blahblah, but hoy boy, I am NOT fucking kidding.

I may be safer than most in that area - though as a poor, disabled, government dependant, queer woman, I am far from safe - but my brothers and sisters in the disabled community are about to have their health insurance gutted. In our disabled community - because my brother has fibro and bone spurs. We are about to lose people, lose lives, the way we have been losing people in England and no one is talking about it. And it’s not just the disabled, but every marginalized group out there that is about to have their life put in danger, because some people like my brother don’t think winning is the goal. Or ‘vote your conscious’. If all of those third party or absent protest-voters had voted Clinton, we wouldn’t be in this mess right now. And I don’t want to hear a single word from any of them. They forfeited their right to be upset by this outcome. They were warned.

After he was declared president, I made my sister promise that if I do, in fact, die as a direct or indirect result of Trump’s policies, that she is to put the following sign outside of my memorial service: “If you did not vote for Hillary Clinton in the 2016 elections, you are a part of the reason that my sister is dead and, per her instructions, you are NOT welcome at this service.”

She promised she would.

And now I leave you with this thought - the deed is done, so let us bond together and protect each other and amplify the voices of the marginalized and stand for those who can’t. And fight. We will take our country back with love, not hate. Let’s form a really big fellowship and throw the goddamn ring in the fire!
06 November 2016 @ 06:27 pm
First, let me tell you what happened Thursday night. Sis let Winston out to pee around 9. He’s been barking up a storm at something in the backyard the last few weeks and lo, he found it on Thursday. He comes in the house and Sis says, “Hey, he stinks. I think he got hit by a skunk.” At the same time, he is running into my room. So I yell, “Don’t let him in my bed, don’t let him in my bed.” He jumps in my bed anyway and rolls around on my covers. And boy, oh boy, does he stink! He definitely got hit by a skunk.

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I just can’t believe he ran away and came home to us! We don’t live too far from a main road either, so I am glad he had a little adventure, but then came home. My puppy!
03 November 2016 @ 11:37 pm
I know I haven't talked about baseball this year, but today I have to. Because history was made last night. I don't care if you are a baseball fan or not, this is amazing! The Chicago Cubs just won the World Series for the first time in 108 years! HISTORY FUCKING MADE!

I was so sick last night, I have a terrible viral sinus thing and I was laying in bed barely able to stay awake, but when that last out of the game happened, I jumped out of bed and spun around the room and stood in front of my TV pumping my fist. I watched history being made! And not just baseball history or sports history, but American history. People from all over America, people from other countries were watching. Cubs fans were losing their minds! Baseball fans were losing their minds!

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As exciting as it was watching the game - and oh boy, it was a nailbiter, they went into extra innings, exciting as all hell - but more exciting was watching the team celebrate, more exciting was watching the fans celebrate, was watching the streets in Chicago outside of Wrigley Field during that last out, was watching people pour out of the bars in Chicago, was watching Bill Murray cry in the stands in Cleveland because his team finally won. I went to sleep right after because I was so sick, but today I woke up and started scrolling the Internet watching videos and reading people's posts; people talking about their grandfathers who died before getting to see their beloved Cubs win, their whole lives waiting for it, people talking about their fathers taking them to their first games, people talking about their childhoods rooting and waiting and it finally coming to pass. I watched all these videos, I read these articles, I looked at these posts and I laid here in my bed and I cried. Because something I never thought I would see in my lifetime finally happened and the unity it has brought people, fans from Chicago, from others teams - I am a Detroit Tiger fan, but I cried and I cheered and I watched this game and I will remember this night for the rest of my life.

Now tell me that's not beautiful!

Congratulations to Chicago. Congratulations to the Cubs. And fuck that goddamn goat. 108 years in the making - history was fucking made.
Look at me, posting fic like a boss! The Monster Squad is a cult classic children's comedy-horror flick from the 80s and that my little brother and I were obsessed with. Last year I showed it to The Nephew, who loved it equally as much. So here's a fic I wrote for him for Halloween this year, with a pinch of SPN in there. PG-13 cuz damn, those kids in that movie had little mouths on them. 7,962 words. Enjoy!

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN, FRIENDS! Did you guys know that this year is the 50th anniversary of 'It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown'? It was released in 1966. My dad and I talked about it tonight and that was the year he graduated high school and turned 18. By the release date - October 27, 1966 - my dad was out of school and of legal drinking age. We watched it every year as kids and I still try to, even now. Here's the quote from Sally after she spends all night in the pumpkin patch with Linus and has nothing to show for it:

"You blockhead! You kept me up all night waiting for the Great Pumpkin, and all that came was a beagle! I didn't get a chance to go out for tricks or treats. And it was all your fault! I'll sue! What a fool I was! I could have had candy apples and gum and cookies and money and all sorts of things. But no! I had to listen to you, you blockhead. What a fool I was. Trick or treats come only once a year, and I missed it by sitting in a pumpkin patch with a blockhead. YOU OWE ME RESTITUTION!

My mom would recite that whole speech just to make my dad howl with laughter. ION, I was Ballerina Batgirl for Halloween and Sis was Darth Vader with her R2Dog droid and friends came over and we had pizza and looked at all the cute trick or treaters in their costumes and it was a nice evening. One little bumblebee, no more than 2, couldn't have cared less about getting her candy, she just wanted to pet the dog. Winston was happy about that. When she went to leave, Sis yelled, "Goodbye," and the little girl yelled back, "Goodbye, Dog!"

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I hope you all had wonderful evenings too! Tomorrow I'm posting my yearly Halloween fic - this year's is of The Monster Squad!
30 October 2016 @ 06:51 pm
So, if you’ve been following this journal for a year or more, you probably know that Halloween is a big deal to me and my sister. We started buying things to go in the yard as soon as we moved in together - a sound activated creepy bat/ghost/witch/light up eyes in the front bushes, giant spider and cobwebs, light up zombie/skeletons coming out of the ground, tombstones - we just go wild. Then we (along with The BFF) always dress as something scary and do a sort of Larping in the big front windows, acting out things to scare the kids who come to our door. We’ve gotten a bit of a reputation in the neighborhood and on a good year, we can get 150 kids. On our best year, we got approx 250.

But this year…we aren’t doing it. The tombstones fall over all the time from wind and rain and Sis just didn’t have it in her to set them back up over and over again all month. We didn’t have time to carve pumpkins. I even totally forgot to send out my traditional Halloween cards. Plus, Sis is on a new schedule of four 10hr work-days, to have Wednesdays off to take Mom and myself to appointments, so she won’t be home until 6:30, in costume until 7. And The BFF is working (yay for permanent job!) and can’t come to town on a weekday. I’m sad about the lack of Halloween around here.

But I am still dressing up! As Ballerina Batgirl! Which is basically just Batgirl, but in a yellow tutu and with glittery makeup. And I have two friends stopping over for dinner and to see my costume - they’ve joined us three years now, and they love to watch our zany Halloween antics. And when she gets home, Sis is putting on her Darth Vader outfit and Winston’s R2D2 outfit and taking him for a walk amongst the trick-or-treats, which will delight them.

At any rate, since I’m more comfortable posting photos here of myself, I thought I’d share some of my costumes from years past. The first year we did the Larping, we did zombies. We stood in the big front windows and acted like we were trying to get out of the house. Sis would throw herself against the window and growl. One little boy dressed as a soldier ‘killed’ her repeatedly with his toy gun. The next year we were Reapers and BFF and I stood in the windows and held very still. Many kids thought we were holograms. Until we started to turn our heads, very, very slowly. One girl, about 9, screamed and ran away at full speed. The next year it rained and BFF had the flu, so Sis and I took what were going to be Scary Witches and turned them into Good Witch outfits. Then the next year, we did Scary Witches. BFF brought a cauldron and fog machine and there was a lot of cackling. I sat in the rocking chair, positioned so you could see me once BFF opened the door to hand out the candy. I would start rocking very slowly once I knew I was in view and I got a lot of, “What is THAT?!” from the kids. The following year we were Steampunk Vampires. I sat in the front windows with my face in my baby doll’s stomach. Sis would signal me when to lift my head and I would and my mouth was covered in blood and guts and the kids would scream, “She’s eating her baby!”. Also K brought his then-tweenaged son over and wanted a picture of us and right before he clicked it, I turned and tried to rip the kid’s throat out with my vampire teeth. The look on his face clearly says, “I hate my dad’s friends.” Last year we went for Scary Fairies, though they turned out a bit more Victorian Fairy than anything. It was a slow year last year, so I just sat in the windows and sort of growled and screeched at kids.

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This year I’ll just politely handout candy like any good ballerina superhero should!
24 October 2016 @ 11:24 pm
I can't believe I haven't posted all month. I blame the change in weather. Coupled with all of the family sadness, it just makes me want to stay in bed under the covers forever. On the upside, before when I wanted a 'rest day', I had to drag my pillow and comforter out to the couch. But now I have a big screen TV and a TiVo in my room, so I can stay in my nice comfy, warm bed!

I have been writing - 4K so far this month, which isn't a lot for me, but this year has been slow and 4K is still twice what I wrote last month. And all 4K has been on one fic - a Monster Squad fic with a John Winchester cameo. It's a kid-fic (or kid-ish, as it has the same sort of language that The Monster Squad did). The Nephew and I watched TMS together last year, as it was a big favorite of his dad's as a kid and a must watch for me every Halloween since I was able to secure it on DVD. TN loved it and I started a fic for him then, but Real Life interfered and it didn't get finished. So I'm finishing it this year. Idk if he'll even realize that the guy in it is meant to be John Winchester but that's okay, it's still funny to me. Plus, since TMS came out in the late eighties, it's actually perfect for John as a hunter to be crossing paths with these kids.

Another thing I've been filling my time with is playing Smurf Village. I've had the app for about a month. My sister plays Sim City on her phone, but I was like, "If I'm building a world, I want it to be a smurfy world!" It's fun! It not only has the world building aspect to it, but also mini-games to play for extra coins/xp, as well as side quests - like Gargamel is casting a spell to reveal smurf village, so go to Papa's lab and make a potion to counteract it, or the smurfs are getting bored, so Papa asks you to place a fun object in the village for them to play with. So far I have an entertainment district, a suburb with a gated community, farmland and a secluded mine area. I also have found the island and am building there and the mountain-top, though all I let my Smurfs do on the mountain is dig for treasure for me. It's kind of creepy how there are so many clone smurfs and they are the ones who have to work the field. I feel like Papa Smurf might be a communist dictator.

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I am reading my Flist regularly and one day, I hope to actually reply to comments. But in the meantime, I'll be over here, trying to get enough money to upgrade all my houses in my gated community!
27 September 2016 @ 11:47 pm
As I write this - Tuesday, September 27th - it is one month since my Grandma Ava passed away. It's been a long month of funeral planning and estate selling. Of family drama and family love. Of dealing with the grief of watching my childhood safe space get tucked away and put up for sale, the family farm, the place where my heart was able to find a true home. Of finding time, moments, briefly, to grieve and mourn the loss of my grandmother. She was the last of my grandparents to go and it feels like a chapter of our family just closed shut. She was an amazing, adventurous, witty, funny, flirty, stubborn woman, who made our family everything it is. I will always, always love her and be grateful to her for everything she gave me in life, everything she taught me, everything she was.

I wanted to thank you all for your support this past month. It means so much to me. I hope to be onto happier times and I wanted to start with two wonderful memories - one of grandma herself, and one of her mother, my great-grandmother.

Now you all know my sister and I are Cat Ladies, indeed. And my grandmother, oh she loved all animals. But she loved cats best of all. Among the photos we found when sorting through her albums, we came across this gem, showing, in fact, just how much of a Cat Lady my grandma truly was. As my sister said, we come by it honestly.

On another note, my great-grandma wrote poetry, so there is another thing I come by honestly, though I think my great-grandma's are far better than mine. I never knew her - I think she had passed before I was born - but I wish that I had. I wish we had been able to share our words with one another. Grandma had a folder of her mother's poetry and we sorted through them to find something to read at Grandma's service. This one that was read at the opening of Grandma's service was utterly beautiful and perfect and had us all in tears. How, well, poetic that it was her own mother's words that sent her on her way.

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Thank you, my friends. It makes me smile to think of how delighted Grandma Ava would be to have people read her mother's words like this. (She might be less pleased of people seeing her holding a lap full of cats, especially if she thought even a hair was out of place on her head, but I'm going to get a print of that made and frame it for my shelf, yes I am.)

Grandma, I'll be along to the farm for a visit with you and Grandpa again, I can promise you that.
26 September 2016 @ 05:08 pm
So much family drama. I was going to post about this over the weekend, when I was all wound up, but I thought it better to take a breath first.

But now…: My youngest uncle on my dad’s side - let’s call him Uncle DBag - has always been kind of a self entitled ass. A late-in-life birth, baby-spoiled, you know. A blowhard of sorts. When he was married, his wife kept him in line. Then they got divorced and he bought a fast car, got an earring and brought two dates to a family wedding. I figured he’d settle once his post-divorce wackiness was out of his system. Nope.

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Death in the family brings out the worst, I know. I’ve seen it before when my maternal grandma passed. It shouldn’t be about money or things. For me, it’ll always be about the memories I carry in my heart for my grandparents and the farm. The DBags can keep the stuff.
22 September 2016 @ 05:34 pm
It's two very special birthdays today! Happy Birthday to the Baggins Boys - Frodo and Bilbo!!

I would like to take a minute to thank both Frodo & Bilbo, as well as Professor Tolkien, for opening my life up the way they did. I fell into fandom when I discovered ER fanfic online, so yeah, maybe I would have gotten this into fandom through other avenues, but I can't imagine it would have been such a welcoming open environment as I found in the LOTR fandom. So I guess this is also a 'thank you' to the LOTR fandom, for being my first fandom-family. Today is a celebration of all of you out there who have dipped a toe or burst your way through the fandom door. And a celebration of green rolling hills and muddy dirt roads and glittering caves and snowy mountain tops and rushing waterfalls and every road Tolkien took us down.

"You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”" - JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

I didn't keep my feet, Professor, and I am glad of it.
10 September 2016 @ 06:24 pm
I'm not sure how much I will get done off of this month's checklist, because so much of my time is being taken up by funeral stuff and trying to help my sister as much as I can, but I will try to do a little at least. The funeral is next Saturday, but that won't be the end of the stuff we need done, especially since Sis is volunteering to do the house clean out at the farm, along with my cousin. One room at a time, sorting and cleaning. She had her first day today and it was mostly doing dishes and laundry and basic cleaning that needed done.

Anyway, here are the things I got done for July and August...

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Anyways, I think it's okay if I take a break this month!