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dodger_sister
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!
 
 
dodger_sister
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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dodger_sister
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!
 
 
dodger_sister
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!
 
 
dodger_sister
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.
 
 
dodger_sister
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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dodger_sister
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!
 
 
dodger_sister
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!
 
 
dodger_sister
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!
 
 
dodger_sister
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.
 
 
dodger_sister
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.
 
 
dodger_sister
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.
 
 
dodger_sister
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!
 
 
dodger_sister
31 August 2016 @ 11:27 pm
My grandmother passed away yesterday. It looks like she went in an instant, no suffering. And at home, like she always wanted. We tried, since Grandpa passed, to convince her to move to a senior apartment. She wouldn't hear of it. It always broke her heart that Grandpa didn't get to pass at home, and she wasn't going to stand for it herself. She almost always got her own way, after all. My grandma was one of those people that you always thought was perfect and then you grow up and realize, naw, she's just human. But even then, you couldn't help but look at her in some way like a person of iconic legend. She would have told you that she was a just a silly old woman, but she was so much more.

She lived through horrid poverty and family illness as a child, married my grandpa less than a week after graduating high school and turning 18. Chased his naval boat across the country, with my 3 month old uncle on her hip. Ran the little village general store all on her own. And oh, she pitched a fit when Grandpa said they were buying a farm. She wanted nothing to do with it. But then there she was, fixing breakfast at 3am so Grandpa and their boys could get to the farm chores. Adopting every stray cat she could get her hands on. She loved a good dog, but Grandma was a cat lady, thru and thru. She never wanted that farm, but oh boy, she wasn't leaving it. She and Grandpa were married for 70 years and she lived just as long as that down a dirt road, at the end of a dusty driveway, in an old farmhouse surrounded by corn and barns and the echoing sound of our childhood whiffle ball games still ringing on the wind.

The last of my grandparents to go, survived by three sons, ten grandkids and fourteen great-grandkids and that is her legacy, the one she is really proud of. Most people would have thought Grandpa was the glue that held this family together, but it was Grandma all along.

She always joked that when she finally got to heaven, that Grandpa would ask her, "What took you so long?!" But neither one of them have to wait another day.

Together now, they can rest in the peace they've so greatly earned.

Ava Marie - May 3, 1925 - August 30th, 2016


Photographer unknown, but Grandma loved her hummingbirds, so that's why I chose this one.
 
 
dodger_sister
Let’s rewind to April. Mom is living at home. She can dress herself and make her own meals. She claims she can do more, but she isn’t doing it. She is turning away half of the charity cleaning services. Dishes are stacked everywhere, half eaten food, laundry all over, dusty shelves, dirty bathroom and medical supplies. But whatever, she’ll do what she wants.

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But this week she was told she can go home! They still don’t know what the problem is. They still don’t have a treatment plan. We don’t care. We are letting her. I don’t have hope it will be for long. But for a moment, a brief moment, we will have a reprieve
 
 
dodger_sister
22 August 2016 @ 06:41 pm
So, dugindeep put up a post commiserating about the new era of fandom. She was saying how hard it feels to bring fandom together across too many spaces. I thought I would clean up my comment and post it here, because fandom has changed and maybe we do need to think about how to change with it, but sometimes I feel like a crotchety old fandom lady.

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There are certainly things I like about the other platforms I am on, and I have made some good friends there and am changing the way I 'do' fandom, but still, I am so glad to have this little coffee shop we call LJ.
 
 
dodger_sister
Gotta get back on fic posting, damn! So I thought I'd start by putting up my last Justified fic I have in my folder. Not sayin' there won't be more, but this is the last one I'm holding onto atm, so here you go. Some Boyd & Raylan (or Boyd/Raylan) angst. For ranua, for the countless hours we spent dissecting this relationship. 552 words. Enjoy!

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dodger_sister
12 August 2016 @ 06:51 pm
Well, I finally did it. I put them to bed one last time. Two years invested, at the least. My sweet little children. I may upload the games on my new iPad and 'adopt' some new cat children, but until then - yeah, until then I'm probably gonna play Smurf Village.

Watson was older by a few months. He was a scientist for NASA, played the piano, was a pilot, liked to cosplay and legit, literally every time you signed on he would wave and yell in joy at 'seeing' you again. He had these adorable little nerdy hipster glasses he would wear too. He also went from having a tummy as a toddler to being a skinny teen to having a middle aged man belly, for real.

Cordelia was a code breaker for the NSA, a video game nerd, liked puzzles, went through a weird water skiing phase, enjoyed playing with bubbles and had a pet fish. She also had a ton of different gorgeous outfits and would legit, literally clap and jump up and down whenever you dressed her in something new. And she could 'travel' to Paris or the aquarium. She also was obsessed with having her teeth brush, she was always protesting her bad breath, for real.

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In loving memory of Cordelia and Watson.


(No, seriously, you guys, they are fun to play and have great mini games. You should all check it out - My Talking Tom and My Talking Angela).
 
 
dodger_sister
09 August 2016 @ 10:43 pm
I am sad and happy. Happy because I GOT MY NEW IPAD!! It's rose gold and so pretty, I keep stroking it. And it is way lighter and smaller, but with the same screen size so I can still see. And I got a new art pencil to go with it, which I adore. And a protective screen this time - no seven different cracks in the screen and protection from my droppy hands. Plus 128 gb, when my last one had 13. I finally have room to update and my apps work again and it is glorious. I've named her Lewis, after Dr. Susan Lewis, as she will care for me when I'm sick.

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I did a photo shoot with them in some of my favorite outfits and as soon as I'm ready, I'll put them to bed one last time.
 
 
dodger_sister
31 July 2016 @ 11:00 pm
So, at the beginning of the year, I had this wacky goal in my head that I would reach 100k again this year, like I did once, about three years ago. I was determined! The madness with my mother was dwindling - ahaha, I was so naive - and I would get back to writing! Well...that didn't happen quite so much as I had hoped. But, I am working steadily on my original books and still have some fanfic to show for it - (plus, of course, the multitude of fics I haven't even gotten around to posting yet. I could focus on original stuff for the next five years and still keep putting up a steady stream of fanfic on here and not even run out, I swear). Here we go...the first six months of 2016:

7,750 words in January.
5,650 words in February.
4,850 words in March.
6,250 words in April.
4,700 words in May.
3,000 words in June.

32,200 words written in the first six months of 2016! (Well, better than I thought!)

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11,500 of that total is for the book of short stories about various family pets - (I have a chapter to share with you guys, so you can get a feel for what I've been working on) - as requested by my grandma. So, yeah, that was my writing thus far. July went a very tiny amount better than June, but I've been reorganizing my room this month, so once that's done in a week or so here, I should be back to writing more often. I hope!
 
 
dodger_sister
27 July 2016 @ 10:42 pm
So, I just posted a thing over on my disabilities blog about the recent stabbings in Japan. It's been going around the spoonie community, various articles, and I've been wanting to say something, but it's so hard to formulate words about something like that. On the one hand, it felt so obscure and far away from myself, given that it happened in Japan, when here I sit comfortably in America. Otoh, it happened in my community, to my brethren, and as someone who was close to death by a caretaker - through indirect action in my case, but still violence of its own kind - it all felt too close to home. So I took my time thinking of what to say and then made the following post, which I thought I would share with all of you, in case you are interested.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my words, friends.
 
 
dodger_sister
21 July 2016 @ 11:02 pm
There are pictures under the cut of two tiny baby birds, Bert & Ernie. I’ll warn you right now, this story does not have a happy ending. Two nights ago, Sis is out playing with Winston in the backyard and sees two dead baby birds. She puts on her work gloves and scoops them up, to dispose of. That’s when they lifted their heads and started squawking at her. She came inside with them, all distressed, for obvious reasons. If you think you’re about to dump some dead animal in the trash and then it lifts its tiny little head and starts crying at you for food and help, you’d be upset too.

As soon as I see them, I yell, “Put them back! Put them back!” because you are never suppose to move an animal you find outside, even tiny ones who don’t have their eyes open yet. Their mother may have left them there, moving from one nest to another and would be back to carry them the rest of the way. Or they fell from the nest and she was feeding them on the ground. Or their mother has passed and sadly, you must let nature take its course.

But you’re never suppose to move them!

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Poor little Bert & Ernie. They were so young, they didn’t even look like birds. They looked like embryos still. Here is the video I put up on my tumblr, if you want to see them the night we brought them into the house. It’s a sad story, but that is nature sometimes.
 
 
dodger_sister
19 July 2016 @ 04:34 pm
Who is watching Containment? Man, I love this little show. It's like an apocalypse done by The CW, that's so up my alley. But omg, the Thing that happened! With the person! I didn't see that coming! I didn't see it coming particularly with that person! Ugh, this show, what! As expected, I am all about the chemistry/tension between Leo and Lex - where is Leo, omg! But apparently I am a romantic at heart because the Jake n Katie storyline is my fav thing, I am obsessed with those two idiots. I really could give a shit about Jana and Suzy, but Teresa is a good character, her storyline caught me. And poor fucking Thomas, man. I am so pumped for the finale night! I can't believe it's gonna be over though. And that it didn't get picked up for a second season. I mean, it will end this storyline at the end of s1, bc it was always meant to be insular. But they did want to come back for a second season, with all new peeps, kind of like AHS-lite with an outbreak.

Also OITNB. I was spoiled ahead of time for ep 12, what happens, but not HOW it happens so that was a wreck. I have one ep left to go tonight, jeez oh pete man, this show is killing me. The shit with Healy. And Lolly. And Maritza. And fucking Humps, man, that dude is messed up. And just oh man, Suzanne's flashback. Poor Suzanne. This has been such a good season, despite its issues, I feel like they are shedding light on shit that needs it while keeping up with the characters and emotions we all know and love to watch.

Anybody watching either of these shows? Wanna talk with me?
 
 
dodger_sister
02 July 2016 @ 11:24 pm
My little 3 year old niece is running around the house in her Hello Kitty nightgown and it is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life, omg.

So last weekend The Nephew came in on Sunday and we went to see Independence Day 2 and then he stayed all week to go to archeology day camp and come here every night. From basically 5:30 - 8:30 every night I was on TN-duty, playing video games, watching movies and getting my butt handed to me at Monopoly. Thursday evening my Canadian Brother arrived with his two kids.

After work Friday, Sis was suppose to take TN and Little Girl Cousin to the city pool, but it was only 70F, and when they got there the pool was closed because they have a temp minimum. So CBro, myself and his two kids met them at the bowling alley instead. It was all handicap accessible, so I bowled for the first time in over a decade! LGC had to leave after, so TN and I started a movie, but he didn't even make it an hour before he fell asleep. This morning my brother dropped off the 3yr old niece and Sis, CBro and all four niblings went to the aquarium - after Sis got her flat tire fixed! Sis said it was cool if LGC came back and stayed the whole weekend, so I gave her a call. Little did I know the troupe wouldn't be home until 8:30, so after I straightened up the house for an hour, I babysat her for three hours. I got into bed as soon as Sis got home, lol.

Tomorrow they're doing studio photos in the morning, as a surprise for my parents and we'll all go to the city fireworks at night. We have a cookout on Monday for family/friends - usually about 20 or so - and then TN2 and LGC go home. The rest of the week, until Sunday, is just hanging with Canadian Brother and my Canadian niece and nephew. And then the following Monday - oh, oh then, I sleep! Right now I'm in my bed, Mom's in hers, CBro's on the upstairs couch, Sis's in her bed downstairs and Little Girl Cousin, The Nephew, Canadian Niece, Canadian Nephew and The Niece (ages 12,10, 6, 5 & 3) are watching a movie in a blanket/pillow/couch fort downstairs where they will all sleep.

I am soooo tired, you guys. I mean, I wouldn't trade a minute with my niblings for anything, but I'm just saying...if the devil showed up and offered me 18 solid straight hours of rejuvenating sleep right now in exchange for my soul, I'd probably take it!