Month: August 2014

  • Can someone please make a gif of the Lexx blowing up the Death Star, thank you

    I blew so far off track yesterday, but this happened.

    Now watch, pulling the lengthy private discussions into the new public forum will be like pulling teeth, lol. The core Lexx fandom has a long rough history, and there are a number of them who still won't step out into the light because they've been so stomped on in public forums. Can I change this? Can I make Lexx a thing? You know, like Nerdist made being American Who nerds a thing. Like Wheaton made w00tstock  a thing. Yes, nerdy fans are a thing, but Lexx has a thriving underground the world rarely sees, and it needs to be A THING.

    Today's thing needs to get back on track. Yesterday was my 21st anniversary. Scott and I missed celebrating the mile marker 20th last year because of round the clock early burrito on a glow worm in our house. We were exhausted and very, very distracted, but in a good way.

    bluebaby

    This last year has been the busiest year we've had since burrito's mama was in high school doing varsity volleyball and basketball and still managing to stay in the A+ program. This last weekend was my first weekend completely off from everything in over a year, maybe over a year and a half. THAT is what I asked for as an anniversary present, knowing that I could spend an entire Saturday doing whatever I wanted without any kind of plan change. It was so refreshing that I've been on a brain buzz ever since, and I feel like I can move mountains. Well, you know, over time. A long time. Ok, I'm looking through search and wondering if no one's EVER done a crossover of Lexx blowing up the Death Star. This needs to be rectified. Somebody get on that. In the meantime, here you go, the second best thing.

  • weirdly awesome

    21 years with this guy. No matter how chaotic it gets, he still surprises me. The inside of the card says "Till I croak" and underneath he wrote "This card says it all." Yes. Yes it does.

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    We have this frog thing. Well, mostly him. He gets upset when I let the chickens eat the little tree frogs that hop around the grass. If Scott sees them he gently scoops them up and carries them lovingly to a tree. The very first card I ever got from him has frogs on it. With big lips. Frogs. I still have it somewhere.

    Burrito has gained her feet and started zooming around. I gave her that little purse, so now she zooms around with luggage. We're thinking she needs some cute little bandaids in that purse.

    purse

    After spending way too much on feeding other people this summer I finally did some running around for us. This is a thing I want to try. That's right, purple rice.

    purplerice

    I also stocked up on some basics because I'm still working on my repurposing eggs and loading the freezer blitz, plus I'm going to get my stuffing made ahead and frozen back. I've already got stock made up, got my cornbread drying, picked up my chicken livers yesterday. Me and three different HyVee guys looked all over creation yesterday, frozen, fresh, and meat counter, and someone had wiped out ALL the chicken and turkey livers (probably for catfishing, ok spellcheck, catfish fishing), so I had to stop off at Price Cutter on the way home and get some. My stuffing gets a paté treatment which lends a lot of savory flavor that no one can pinpoint. It's just really handy to have that made up and frozen back in big ziplock bags because by the time holidays get here, I'm already hitting walls doing five things at once.

    Last summer I got totally hung up on a Doritos commercial. Looks like this summer it's Trolli gummy worms.

  • experience addiction

    I completely forgot all about this Walking Dead review I did and I just found out it has nearly 10,000 views. I know this sounds dumb, but I remember writing that through a blurry hazy brain fog trying to hold myself together through a really bad week, and I just thought it was so crappy I never went back to look at it, partly because it is just about the grossest and most forceful post I've ever written.

    THAT is a sample of why getting my book finished is hard. Real life. Lots and lots of it.

    Today I'm just staying busy, swimming through a low key brain swirl without a sense of direction and somehow actually getting a lot of work done. Just keep moving. In about 6 weeks it'll be ten years since the brain crash, a milestone on several levels.

  • we're all infected

    So I'm trying this new thing where I'm weaning away from using the microwave so much. We have this huge dinosaur that Scott got from Montgomery Ward before we got married, when burrito's mama was only two years old. It still works great. But after the big microwave regulation committe stuff last year, I figure if this one goes out we will be so bummed with the newer suckier versions coming out in the future that I may as well learn to live without one. So I picked up a snappy little red tea kettle yesterday, and I've got a tiny new saucepan I can melt butter in, and basically I'm retraining my brain to stop automatically sending me over to the microwave for every little bitty thing.

    microwave

    It's really hard though, and reminding me of the bathroom towel swap Scott and I did a few months ago. For some reason, our hand towels on either side of the bathroom sink have never been on the sides of the counter we actually use, and I finally couldn't take the annoyance of him flinging water off his hands all over my stuff (including my phone) while he was reaching across for his towel. Twenty years of that habit is really hard to break. It's been nearly three months and I'm still automatically stepping over to the place where 'my' towel used to be after I brush my teeth.

    No, we don't share towels. He's gross. I'm a germ phobe and he's not. I'm very thorough and he's not. I'm apt to notice microscopic spots and hairs and whatever and he's the kind of person who thinks the act of swishing your hands a little around some running water magically removes everything he's touched in the yard and the basement and his shed, so I assume his hand towel collects the leftover oils and dirt and gasoline and a variety of chemicals, not to mention all the germs he could have picked up at work or is lurking around the sometimes mouse infested junk heap he still drives around because it's 'cheaper'.

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    Speaking of cheaper, we've been comparing his mom to my dad. He said he drove his mom all over creation yesterday looking for a piece of medical equipment (to put it politely) she needs at home while she is still recovering from joint replacement because she flat refused to pay $26 after she was told Medicare wouldn't pay for it, and everywhere else they went after that the price just got higher. Too bad she didn't keep the one she had from the last surgery  which is odd when we remember she kept a humidifier we gave her years ago and asked if we wanted it back after it had sat molding in a closet for a long time. She also won't pay for something that will assist her into the tub, but since it's $200 it's a ridiculous investement, and no amount of logical discussion about preventing further injury and falling will change her mind. Of course I was cracking up the whole time because #oldpeopleprobs, we've been around both sets of parents for so long that I've developed several hypotheses to explain the reasoning behind my dad's obsessiveness as well, like saving every single bit of cotton that comes out of a new jar, or washing out and saving jars and bottles until there is such a pile that he begs us to take them and use them. A couple of years ago he stored up 20 pounds of brown sugar while simultaneously reminding us all the rapture would be happening very soon. The latest one my sister told me yesterday was that he asked her to come over and clean something out of the fridge my mom had in there. Well, my mom died five years ago, and lived in a nursing home for nearly five years before that, so what, ten years whatever this was sat in the fridge? Yeah, that's a psychological journey I hope to never go on.

  • end or beginning, our choice

    One of my movie reviews hit 5100 views today. Not sure how I feel about that. I know that's a weird thing to say. I wrote it on vacation last year and I never let on publicly how sick I felt when I was writing it. I do stuff like that to distract myself. Another one has more than doubled in the last 9 months. So has my blurb thread. I like keeping track because it helps me stay focused on crash days. Or crash weeks. Or months.

    July sucked. I finally have my blood pressure under control, though, so I'm expecting August to get a little better. I hope the tests are over again for awhile. Having 4 big different cancer talks and scans of every organ in my body including my brain in a year's time blows when you're juggling so much other stuff in and out of your body, but so far so good, and all I have to do now is keep ignoring feeling dizzy and out of sync and stay focused.

    I talked to several different people this summer about what I'm writing, and I honestly didn't have a perspective on what a huge undertaking this is until I got real time feedback. My deadlines, although well intended, were set from inexperience. I'm still swimming through my daily aspie spoonie stuff with all kinds of real life family challenges going on around me, and I have to keep reminding myself that two years ago I was nonexistent on the internet despite 10 years of blogging because everything went private. Everything that is searchable now was constructed together piece by very slow piece because I am patient and persistent and determined. I have made it through STUFF. I truly didn't expect to still be here.

    I used to private blog. I used to put this kind of stuff where people couldn't see it. I used to dump all my bad junk into a bin with a lid on it, and I decided that the only way I can truly move forward is to rip the lid off. Because of that, every little bit these boring assessment posts show up, and it looks like I'm a self-obsessed loser talking to myself. What this really is, as I have learned through the years, is discipline. This is me gathering myself up on a stupid bad day/week/month and using my writing skills to evaluate my progress, to remind myself that I'm ok, and that all this big stuff that feels like it keeps dragging me down is nothing new and feeling impatient only slows me down further, because frustration turns everything negative and then I feel like I can't do anything right.

    I love August. I saw a whole lotta tweets yesterday bumming out about August 1st coming, whatever that means. I have never felt that way. I love autumn, I love Halloween, I love holidays, I love all the colors and food and football. I feel very lucky that I am HERE. I could very easily not be here today. I'm glad I get to see today, no matter what happens or how much it might suck somehow.

    They say butterflies can change weather all over the world. Still writing.

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