Monday

Jan. 7th, 2013 08:28 pm
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Alas, another Monday...

Finally feeling a little better today. Or, I was, earlier. I got up on time, even got to work a few minutes early. Went for my chiro appointment after work. And now? I'm oscillating between feeling blasé and wanting to jump out of my skin. Hopefully, my body will settle down a little and I'll get some reading done.

Work itself wasn't too bad. I am now able to use my sick and vacation time, save for the "bank" time. In any event, there were no problems making arrangements for my dental appointment next week. Other than that, it was a productive, yet quiet day.

Not much else. We need a new dishwasher. The motor in the current one is on its last legs. Mom and Rich have started looking for a suitable replacement.

Rocky was extremely hyper a little while ago. He was playing with one of his new toys he got for Christmas, jumping on and off the bed, running up and down the hall. Keep in mind, he's 20-22 pounds, so, you hear him quite well. Fortunately, he did not lose his toy and is instead "feeding" it while he's zonked on the bed. Meanwhile, Yoda admonishes Mom and Rich, "You be good now" as they leave for dinner. Yes, folks, this is my life, strange as it is.

In other news...

Conan the Librarian rage! Tony Lee from Career Cast and making an article for CNBC apparently shat out an article that said that being a librarian is one of the least stressful occupations. Granted, I'm not a librarian, but I play one on TV work in a library, I can say that this guy has no fucking clue. I mean, seriously, if this job was so stress-free, do you think I'd bitch about it on a regular basis? Anyway, there is, instead, this post on Blogger that reams this guy a new one. And this is a public library. Add in a collegiate/research library, and you have kids who complain about technology and hours, faculty that complain that they're not treated as gods, and frat rats coming in expecting you to practically research and write their paper for them.

And if that wasn't stressful enough... The Onion reports on AP Style, Chicago Gang Violence Among Copy Editors.

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Alas, another weekend has ended. Well, just about ended. Still a few hours left. It's been productive. Cat boxes are done, laundry is done, lunches are ready to go, house is vacuumed... My life is so scintillating.

Tomorrow is a much-needed trip to the chiro after work.

I need to start bringing up the storage boxes for the Christmas decorations this week. Yeah, our decorations are up to at least Epiphany/"Little Christmas." This year, it'll be a little longer. I've tasked Mom with going through the boxes and weeding out the crap we don't use anymore or is broken or whatever.

Rocky...is weird. As mentioned on Facebook, yesterday, he was putting his toys in one of my sneakers, scooting it across the floor like action figures driving a car or a boat, then taking the toys out and playing with them again. He did this three times. He has also been "feeding" his toys - leaving them in or right next to the food dish. The feeding toys bit... Almost all of my pets - cats and dogs - have done this. And I've heard that it's rather common for lots of pet owners. I wonder if it's a sense of security that they do that. Or is it a combination of them imitating us mixed with some sort of parental urge?

Not much else going on at the moment. Right now, I'm recovering from having been productive around here while not feeling all that great. But, hey, nothing too big to take care of for awhile around here.

Anyway, more later...

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Caturday

Jan. 5th, 2013 05:52 pm
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HAPPY BIRFDAY [personal profile] unsilenceddream, [profile] drewshi, AND [personal profile] seanan_mcguire!!!



So...life has smacked me upside the head. A little. First off, not going to dance tonight. The anemia stuff has me feeling a little drained, and the morning ended up being busy. So, I'm going to pace myself. As for the morning's busyness? Well, I went to check the fluids and such on the car. I also noticed a front tire kind of low on air. So, I got to try out my new digital tire gage and such. Put air in the tire, thanks to Rich's air compressor, but, I discovered a few problems. First, there's a slice mark on that tire into a small area of tread. There's also a screw embedded in the tread. Lastly, the side walls are cracking. I noticed various degrees of cracking on the other tires. The result is that I will be replacing the tires sooner than later. I was hoping to hold out until the summer, but... Meh. The windshield might have to wait until after the tires. So, I need to do some budgeting this weekend and figure out how things are going to go the next few weeks. Or months. Or whatever.

Here and there, I'm still getting impressions or even admissions that people think I'm slumming here at home. It's annoying, but these days, it's annoying in that it means there's someone else I have to write off. At this point, if people don't know my situation, know what I've done for my family, and so on, then they don't deserve to be in my life. Indeed, they're already out of it to be so clueless. The Cliffsnotes version, for anyone needing to be brought up to speed, is that I helped out my mother after my father died. I put my family first and helped pay the bills, mortgage, and so on when the place where Mom worked kicked her to the curb. It was only two years ago that she found a permanent job that paid her more than half of what she was making before. She's still getting on her feet financially. On top of that, before she had the hip replacement (almost three years ago), there wasn't a whole lot she could do around the house, and I couldn't see having to take care of my own place and be over here 2-3 times a week to take care of this place for her.

Why am I still here? Well, before Mom had the hip surgery and before she got her current job, I sacrificed my own credit to keep a roof over our heads, up to and including buying her a car when her Sebring died. She no sooner got her new job that the engine in my car went, and it was cheaper to replace it than get a new car, or, another used car with likely the same or more problems than what Cammie has. Given that my credit was shot, there was no way I'd get approved for anything "new" or even comparably equipped to what I have now. What I'm restoring now. Now, I'm still paying off the engine, since there have been other issues that have come up, like all the dental work I needed that wasn't covered, other medical stuff not covered (such as co-pays), needing a new motherboard and chipset when the furkids knocked a glass of iced tea onto my computer, and then all the vet stuff this past year with TomTom and YoYo and Rocky. I'm surprised I had anything left for Christmas gifts.

I'm not here because I'm lazy or mooching or can't function on my own or anything else. I'm here because I'm, if anything, more responsible than most and have a high value on my immediate family.

Will I be here forever? Probably not. I'm here for the next few years at least, since it's going to take some time to dig myself out of debt and save up enough for my own place. I can't see getting an apartment or somesuch where I can't have pets or don't have enough room for all my books and such. I would like my own place someday, but for right now, where I am works. I can continue to help Mom and Rich out, dig myself out of debt, and have some significant freedom for my cats.

Anyone who doesn't know this by now or who still thinks I'm slumming it...can go take a long walk off a short pier.

In other news... I didn't get any writing done yesterday. I instead had that annoying voice that says I'll never be published, that I don't have what it takes to be an author. So, instead of getting any writing done, I was instead busy gagging that bitch and kicking her off a cliff. Would I be able to write full-time? Don't know. Not any time soon, that's for sure. I'd need to get established first. And I need the medical benefits from my current day job. But, if I'm successful at writing, then early retirement is a definite option...

Just some stuff bouncing around in my head. That, and... I'm going to (finally) use some of my medical time on the 14th for a trip to the dentist. I'm debating taking the whole day and maybe getting in to see the family doc to get the ball rolling on this anemia thing. Sadly, I shouldn't have to even think about this; I should be able to put my health first. It's times like this that I wish I had ignored a LOT of people in the past and actually focused on my writing a lot sooner...

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They say that whatever you do on the first of the year, you'll be doing that for the rest of the year. For that reason, I had originally wanted to avoid doing the cat boxes and such, or else I'd be cleaning cat boxes all year. But today, I went ahead and did the cat boxes and such, as well as took care of the recycling, made iced tea, did grocery shopping, and took care of a few other odds and ends so that, basically, I'm actually ahead on the housework for the week so that I can deal with the shock of going back to work by coming home, feeding the furkids, and then napping.

I'm thinking - hoping - that rather than do inane things all year, rather than doing the cat boxes all frakking year, maybe instead I will be productive all year.

Granted, I was hoping to get some serious writing done over the break, as well as get myself immersed in a video game, but, I now have, instead, several days where my non-work time is fairly free. And working regular writing into my regular schedule would be good. Same thing with gaming.

On a tangent... Normally, it takes a few weeks for a vitamin regimen to really start to take hold. However, I'm noticing some improvement already. The fact that I was so productive is indicative of a bit of an energy boost. Also, I've been less hungry throughout the day. Crossing my fingers that this continues to improve and such.

Anyway, more later. Work in the AM...

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Happy New Year, Everyone!

So, here we are, at the obligatory January 1, New Year's Day post where we gush about all the wonderful and amazing things we're going to do this year before Life smacks some reality upside our head...

Oops... That was a little cynical, wasn't it?

Seriously, folks, 2013 will be a great year not if I win the lotto or find love or even get a job offer from Ron Jeremy to be his replacement. It will be a good year, nay, a great year if, simply, no major disasters happen! No engines dying or computers exploding or major illnesses or pet losses or pet illnesses or job losses or accidents or house damage or mafia hits or wormholes or Cybermen or zombie outbreaks or warp core breaches or Cthulu sightings or Zuul-infested refrigerators or alien invasions or machine (Terminator, Cylon) uprisings or apocalypse predictions...

Anyway, I'm still planning on going dancing this weekend. I plan to make my "writing tracker" file where I can see how often I'm writing, how much I'm writing, and help me start setting daily word goals. I will continue to read quite a lot, continue to blog and, hopefully, by the end of the year, I will have at least noticeably, if not significantly, less debt than I have now.

In the meantime...Books I read in 2012! )

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This will be a somewhat reflective entry, and probably a little bit whiny-assed. Tomorrow's entry will hopefully be all farted rainbows and barfed sunshine.

But yeah, 2012 rather sucked. And, as I stated on FB, I'm ambivalent about 2013, since the past few years have sucked, each year getting a little worse. This past year, there was all the work drama, and added to that was losing TomTom and YoYo, and damn near losing Rocky.

Financially, I'm about where I was a year ago. For as expensive as all the vet care was, it's been mostly paid off. Still have all that stuff on the GE card. So, yeah, an added bill there. Because of all that stuff, the rest of the credit cards are about in the same spot. I owe less on the engine, but, I still haven't paid off Henry's, and now they won't work on the car until the bill is settled. Meanwhile, the car needs an oil change, a new windshield, and new tires sometime in the semi-near future. Oh, and I found the paperwork for the windshield... Turns out, I had it replaced back in 2007, so, yeah, not covered. And it'll be about $200, parts and labor. On the bright side, the crack seems to have stopped growing, so, I figure I have a little time.

Speaking of things being older than I thought... As near as I can figure, my old HP printer lasted me at least 7 years, if not 8 or 9 years. And I had to replace it because the rollers weren't grabbing the paper anymore. Yeah, I guess it didn't owe me anything. Anyway, the new Canon printer is all hooked up and good to go. I even got the wireless set up, and I can now print wirelessly from the laptop. And yes, it does work. Though... I managed to hit the wrong button and accidentally reset the router. As in, I needed to go into the router and reset the name, passcode, and everything else. Fortunately, I was able to recover the old passkey, which means that my Kindle, PS3, and everyone who uses their laptop here doesn't now need to go in and reset the passkey on their machines. Whew! Though, this is a big thing for me, since I can navigate computers well enough, but absolutely suck at networking. I've got my shit here set up, and that's IT. As is, I gave up on getting the PS3 on the network, and then suddenly, it was connected to the network and updating itself. So, I suck at networking, but have some sort of Force talent with it...

Anyway, not much else. Today was productive in that I managed to finish up with cleaning out old files and folders and getting stuff set up for 2013. Consequently, I have a start on cleaning up my desk. Still feeling crappy. Kind of hoping I'll start feeling better in about two weeks when the new vitamins should start kicking in.

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Sunday

Dec. 30th, 2012 09:30 pm
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Damn, only two more days of the holiday break. I had hoped for a few days where I'd wake up around 8 or 9, get breakfast, then work on writing until 2 or 3, then read for a bit, then maybe a little more writing, then gaming. Unfortunately, the break turned out to be a little busier than I anticipated with house stuff and errands. And sleep.

I'm almost done John Scalzi's Redshirts: A Novel With Three Codas. I've been highly amused by the main narrative, and I still have two codas to go. After I read the main narrative, I was ready to make a vow to not kill any characters in my novels, and I'm glad I read that first coda before making any such vow. That first coda also has given me a lot to think about with regards to writing in general, as well as writer's block and so on. I need to stop being so lazy and start pushing myself.

Tying some things together... I think I may be anemic. I mean, since September, I've been denied at the blood bank for my hemoglobin being too low. And my energy level has been down, too. Hence the extra sleeping over the break. And having a hard time getting myself motivated to work on stuff around the house, and even writing. Now, given my esophageal issues and GERD, there's a link there with anemia in that nutrients aren't being properly absorbed into my body. And then there's the Nexium, which may be hitting my bones and affecting my marrow in that red blood cells aren't being manufactured in the right numbers or in the right way. Lastly, there's an infinitesimal chance that kidney stone back at the beginning of the year did something to my kidney and my erythropoietin is down. Yeah, I kind of doubt that last one. Now, since work is kind of shitty about allowing me to use time I've earned, and since I have a backlog of things to take care of as a result, it may be February or March before I go to the doctor to get this addressed. In the meantime, I'm taking B-complex vitamin supplements and switching to a Flintstones chewables vitamin with iron for my multi-vitamin.

In any event, I'm hoping this is something that can be addressed with vitamin supplements and not require shots or anything. Still, I'm...annoyed. First, there was the whole sleep apnea and sleep disorder thing, and now this. I'm tired of this damn meat sack conspiring against me to where I'm just existing instead of living. Anyway, we'll see. Oh, and all this might be a significant contributor to the whole weight-loss thing. If my body's having a hard time absorbing nutrients from food, this might explain extra hunger and such, and might explain metabolic issues causing me to store fat instead of burning it.

But, I am determined to, eventually, get this all figured out and dealt with. Who knows? Maybe by March, the vitamins and such will have given me the boost I need, and the trip to the doctor will just result in some tests to make sure there's not some underlying major thing going on and I'll already be bouncing back by then.

In sucktacular news, Trek author and comic book writer Peter David had a stroke. Please keep him and his family in your prayers or thoughts.

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Friday

Dec. 28th, 2012 02:18 pm
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Today has been mostly productive, and it's only early afternoon...!

Alas, my hemoglobin is still a little too low to donate blood. Will try again in February. In the meantime, I may need to try some iron supplement or somesuch.

But I got a much-needed chiropractic adjustment. Then I stopped at Kohl's and got my new watch resized. Stopped at the bank and paid the engine loan for January. Stopped at the drug store and picked up a prescription.

So now, I find myself in a "weird" position. I finally have the majority of housework and errands for the break done, leaving me with the dreamy position of having gobs of time over the next few days to engorge myself on reading, writing, and gaming. And sleeping. And yet...I find it difficult to focus or motivate myself. It's...not that I don't want to work on these things. But...it feels so weird to be able to indulge. I feel like I should be working on other stuff, you know? Oh, and there are a few little odds and ends to take care of. Trimming and inserting the new gel inserts for my Sketcher boots. Doing the annual stuff of archiving files and folders and setting up my sync protocols for 2013. Plus, according to shipping info, my printer is "out for delivery," so, that should get here tonight, leaving me free to set it up and start working on reorganizing my desk.

I am contemplating the laptop these days. I occasionally take it with me to DD to do some writing/planning, and it works okay, especially for a 7-year-old machine. Though it seems to be slowing down. I've looked at other laptops, but, my biggest gripe is that they all have Windows 7 or Windows 8, and I'd rather have XP on the machine. And like I said, my current laptop works well enough. So, doing a quick Amazon search, I could quadruple the hard disk space and quadruple the RAM for less than $100. Current harddrive is 80 gigs, with half a gig of RAM. Other than that, I'd like to get a new battery for it. But right now, I just use it for basic internet and word processing. If I ever go back to doing music at TTL, I'd definitely want to do the upgrade, especially given that my music library has increased.

Eh, it's all kind of moot, anyway. I'm still digging out of debt.

Apparently, the AV Club is a more serious side of The Onion, and they have a nice article about Fraggle Rock and society.

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Fursday

Dec. 27th, 2012 05:38 pm
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Some moderate family drama going on that has me a bit...stressed. Mom's a bit upset at my rant against the "relatives" who are mad at her for not being invited to my sister's wedding. As for me, I stand by what I said. Fact is, I stand by the statement that we did nothing wrong, and have nothing to apologize or atone for. Mom's still going to invite them to her wedding, and that's her choice. I have no more right to tell her whom to invite and to not invite than they do to tell us they should have been invited to my sister's wedding. It still bothers me that Mom's kinda sorta inviting them because other people are telling her whom to invite to her wedding, and 2 or more spots are being given to people who aren't worth it, perhaps at the expense of people who are more deserving to be there.

If I ever get married, those people most certainly will not be invited. And that's my choice.

Actually, if I ever get married, and that's a pretty big "if" right now, I might just elope and avoid all this bullshit.

Other than that... Today was busy and productive. I gave myself a haircut this morning. Then I cleaned the bathroom, took care of cat boxes and bird cages, and vacuumed the house. That wipes out most of the rest of the nasty chores and such for the rest of the break. I'll have cat boxes and laundry to do this weekend, but, that's about it. Tomorrow will be another errand day, what with the blood bank, the chiropractor, and the drug store. And maybe getting my new watch resized. But for the most part, the chore part of things is done. What's left isn't too terribly time or labor-intensive, so, time for some R&R. Reading, writing, and gaming. Maybe socializing, if anyone's around.

Actually, the Return to Dance kind of invaded my thoughts last night and today in that I found myself wishing I could go dancing this weekend and get away from everything for a bit. When I was talking to Lydia on Saturday, and she was telling me about having to care for her husband as well as herself and so on, she said that dance was like medicine to her. I'm realizing it's kind of like that for me, too. Cue jokes about being off my meds. Though at the same time, when I left the team, I had to change something, because at that time, the medicine wasn't helping and was in fact creating additional problems.

You know, as I reflect on this past year and life in general, on the bit with family and dance and so on... I don't think people realize how cyclical things are. To quote BSG, "All of this has happened before, and all of it will happen again." And we all play roles. Sometimes we switch roles. Sometimes we play the same roles over and over again. And...it takes courage to break the cycle. To break out of the patterns and either form new, positive patterns or start moving linearly or something. Some people never apologize, and the people around them are forever apologizing for being human, apologizing for the sake of friendships or family, forever giving up what they want for the sake of someone else, and until they break the cycle, they will never get ahead. It's hard to break out of these cycles because we're afraid that we'll lose our role and end up lonely. But in that case, perhaps it's most important to break the cycle, risk being alone, end up learning independence, and be stronger for it and more in charge of one's destiny.

And as I write this, I realize I need to take my own advice. With so many things. With sleep... The past few nights, I've been up too late and slowly eroding my progress for a stable sleep cycle. Yeah, there's stress and life stuff and business and excitement at not having to get up early and go to work. But, I need to maintain the sleep habits that work best for me and use the time for writing and such. For eating? I work hard, lose weight, look good, then slowly start gaining weight until I'm fat again. Except for the past decade, where I've just been pretty consistently overweight by 40-60 pounds. Broke the cycle, but not in the way I wanted. Time to change that. Actually, a new cycle was formed. I feel bad, vow to lose weight, manage to stress myself out over it, then give up. The feel bad after a few weeks, vow to lose weight, stress myself out again, and so on. The stress doesn't help, and neither does the resultant sleep loss, and added stress from sleep loss, etc.

So, for 2013, I plan to start breaking bad cycles.

In other news... Rich gave me a rather nice gift card to Amazon for Christmas. I used it to order a new printer. A decent Canon printer/scanner/copier that also does duplex printing. Oh, and can print on CDs and DVDs. Plus, better photo quality printing. And wireless. I'll still connect it via USB to the desktop, but I'll set up the wireless to print from my laptop.

If it gets here before the end of the break, then great! If not, well, 'll be busy after work for a few days. Once it gets here, I plan to clean out and reorganize my desk area, getting rid of old tech (meaning printer cartridges and such that I don't even have the printers for anymore), refiguring everything for the new equipment or even better configurations for old equipment. The goal is to make it all a lot more streamlined and conducive to writing. It's still all kind of in a "student" configuration. Anyway, yeah.

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Wednesday

Dec. 26th, 2012 07:35 pm
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HAPPY BIRFDAY [personal profile] hopefulspirit AND [personal profile] zoe_de_la_luna!!



First... I have less than a week before I have to go back to work. Fuck! Although, I also feel guilty for having this week off when everyone else has to go to work. Then again... I've noticed I've had fewer stomach and anxiety issues in the time off. Not necessarily sure that that's a work thing or a getting-enough-sleep thing. Maybe both?

Today ended up working in reverse. Originally, today was going to be a chore day and tomorrow be an errands day. Instead, I went to CBH and grocery shopping. Short trip at the grocery store, since things are pretty well stocked at the moment, and with having off from work, there's not much I needed to get in the way of lunch stuff. But... I dropped almost $100 at the comic book store. I finally gave in and added Superman to my pull list (though I'm still more of a fan of Batman). I also got what back issues they had since the "New 52" reboot, which was most of them. Coupled with a "heavy" trip with everything else I have on my pull list, and also a new edition of MAD magazine... Yeah, it was expensive. But worth it.

My active pull list includes:Read more... )

Originally, I was going to cut my hair, clean the bathroom, take care of the cat boxes, and vacuum the house today. I might get a few of those things done tonight yet. And get the rest done tomorrow. Friday is another errands day of a sort. Blood bank, chiropractor, and maybe stop at Kohl's to have my new watch band adjusted. It depends how I feel after the trip to the blood bank.

On the bright side, I did install the RAM upgrade to Mom's computer and test it. Simple enough, and her computer seems to be operating a bit faster.

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Yes, it is Christmas! Christmas night, to be exact, but, all good. I have enjoyed wearing pajamas all day, sleeping in, and taking a 4-hour nap this afternoon.

First, the bad stuff... Mom's sister, Carol, called. Not bad in itself, but, the fact that somehow, Bob and Ginny, Mom's aunt and uncle, who are butthurt over not being invited to Mandie's and Scott's wedding, and who also couldn't be bothered to go to Mandie's senior recital or come to any of our graduation parties... Anyway, they got mentioned again, and it again came up that if Mom apologized or invited them to her and Rich's wedding, everything would be fine.

My response on Facebook is comprehensive and, I think, eloquent enough to copy here...

Cut because I want this to be mostly a positive entry )

Anyway... I'm a little...overwhelmed...with what Mom got me. In addition to two new pairs of work jeans and assorted other stuff, she also got me a new faux leather jacket with pockets and such. It's...nice. Really nice. And she got me a new watch. A Citizen eco-drive. I still need to figure out how to use it and such. I might use the cheapie but functional Timex I have as a stopwatch for keeping track of my daily walking quotas and such. Rich and Mom both got me Amazon gift cards, which will be more than enough for me to get a new printer/scanner/copier. And maybe an e-book or two.

Yeah, the current printer is slowly dying. The rollers don't grab paper, so, I have to shove paper into the mechanism, or else it reads as empty. And it's persnickety about that, too.

As for what I gave... I got Scott a blue tie, since the list I had said something about blue and green ties. But I didn't get him any old tie, but rather a Ravenclaw tie from ThinkGeek. I got my sister two more Dresden Files books - Proven Guilty and White Knight. For Rich, I got him a copy of John Scalzi's Old Man's War and The Ghost Brigades. For Mom, I got her the latest Castle novel, along with 2 gigabytes of RAM for her computer. At least, I hope they're the right RAM. I called up her system information, got the make and model of her motherboard, then punched it into Goggle for compatible RAM assemblies, and found the resultant RAM on Amazon. It should be good to go. And RAM's fairly easy to install. Basically plug-n-play. She's got a 1.2 or 1.3 GHz Pentium chip in there, so, I'm hoping the RAM upgrade (she currently has, I think, just a half a gig, if that) will noticeably improve system performance for her and allow her to surf the web at something approaching a normal speed.

Mandie also gave us all home-knit scarves.

Brigid and Brandon are a bit overwhelmed with all their toys. The cats and birds...are still unwrapping their stuff. I gave Rocky his Santa bag, which had a knit mousie, a ball, and a teddy bear. He loves all three. He had the mousie in his mouth, with a paw on the ball and the other paw on the bear, completely unsure what he wanted to play with first.

Rich...was a bit overwhelmed with everything he got. It's all good. I think he knows we like and want him around here. And that Mom loves him.

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HAPPY BIRFDAY [personal profile] jeanne_dark!!





Well, the good news is that I'm done wrapping gifts and am, basically, ready for Christmas. Just need to leave some stuff in stockings.

In addition to wrapping gifts, I managed to get the banister garland up, put the storage boxes away, aid in the preparation of the feast for the evening, and take care of a few other odds and ends. Unfortunately, I ate too much at dinner and am having a little indigestion right now. Also, I'm only about half way through my laundry. Meh.

But, back on the bright side, not much to do tomorrow. Despite the extra sleep and napping I did this past weekend, I'm looking forward to some extra sleep tomorrow. And maybe some extra reading time.

Anyway, more later...

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Sunday

Dec. 23rd, 2012 02:44 pm
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Last night, I finally carried through on a plan to go dancing for the first time in two and a half years. I'm back, kids!

As I was on my way to Take the Lead, I came to the realization that the more time elapsed, the more I was becoming afraid that when I finally did go dancing, I'd be disappointed with how crappy I've gotten and probably decide to hang up the dance shoes for good. I was afraid the "magic" of dance for me would be gone, and I would just have to move on or something.

I'm glad I went on a "quiet" night. It gave me a chance to...re-acclimate. A chance to talk with a few people. Especially Lydia. Lydia's husband is having memory problems, possibly Alzheimer's. But, he still remembered me. I asked her if anyone knew anything about Pete, and the last she'd heard, he'd "let himself go" and does nothing but sleep and watch TV these days. He's basically a depressed version of Jabba the Hutt.

There were several people who actually remembered me and said it was good to see me again. In addition to Lydia, of course. Lydia says I haven't lost any of my dance abilities and that I made her night. Some of the other ladies there were somewhat beginners and remarked on how good I was, wondering if I was new to the area and so on. No one seemed to believe that this was the first time I'd danced in over two years. With the exception of dancing with my sister at Ryan's wedding.

I have to say, the thing that saved me was muscle memory. The more I disengaged my brain, the more I was actually able to dance. Though my leading is a little rusty, more complicated figures are forgotten, and my footwork is atrocious.

I'm also seriously out of shape. I need to fix that by...dancing more. Somehow.

So...last night was a good night for me. I'm thinking January 5th will be my next dance outing.

In other news... I'm about a third of the way through John Scalzi's Redshirts. I'm loving it! I haven't laughed that much, that hard at a book in a long time!

Anyway, a lot of Christmas prep is done. Still waiting for Mom to put up the last of the decorations and such so I can put the rest of the storage containers away and do some light vacuuming of the downstairs. And I still need to wrap gifts. But at least everything's here, and I have all the supplies I need.

I'm really glad I don't have much left to do for Christmas. Thanks to last night, and, don;t get me wrong, I regret nothing, but, I am exhausted and rather sore. Surprisingly, my feet have stopped hurting, but my knees and my back are complaining. Not going to push myself too hard today.

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Dec. 22nd, 2012 05:52 pm
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HAPPY BIRFDAY [personal profile] deza!!



And for the holidays...



It's been very windy around here since last night. No precipitation with said wind, just...noisy. And cold, if you go out in it to take out the trash or get the mail.

Speaking of mail... We got a box of fruit from the Newark Farmer's Market. They have excellent fruit for really cheap, plus with it being local grown and such... Mom goes there a fair amount of the time. But...a box of fruit. Primarily, I guess, for Yoda.

The bi-fold door to the storage area has been found open an inordinate number of times over the past few days. Rocky knows how to open doors. After making sure it wasn't someone else, I have concluded that Rocky has been making regular checks on his crunchy food supply, possibly worried that the stepgoggies are getting into it.

The rest of my Christmas shopping has arrived. Wrapping shall commence!

The Christmas tree is decorated, and some of the boxes have been put away. I'll let Mom take care of the banister and stockings and other little stuff. Everything's pretty much coming together nicely.

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Dec. 15th, 2012 06:08 pm
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As I write this, not sure if it'll be an entry "in the clear," but... Now that I've had a chance to calm down a little, there are some things that I would like to say. Some thoughts I'd like to share, with regards to the tragedy that happened yesterday.

Do guns have a purpose other than killing people? No. But then, it depends on how you look at that purpose. If you look at it as a purpose to kill someone else in self-defense, then they seem a little less "evil." If you look at them as a tool for hunting, as a sport, such as target practice and marksmanship, or as a way to ensure national protection... Then we get into some grey area.

Before I go on, I will also say that I own two firearms. A Walther and a Luger. I inherited them from my father. We would occasionally go to Targetmasters and fire off several rounds. Though he was military-trained, I rivaled him on accuracy. However, right now, the guns sit secured, and I'm pretty sure I know where the key is. They've been unused since Dad died, since he never got around to teaching me how to dissassemble, clean, oil, and reassemble them. I do know that the safeties are engaged and that the ammo is in a different container. Clips are empty, and nothing is in a chamber. At some point, I may ask Rich if he remembers enough from his Marine days to help me figure out how to take them apart and clean them and such.

Would I want to give them up? No. First off, there's the sentiment that they were my father's. Second, I'd like to be able to go to a range again. Third, ever since I took martial arts, I've been of the mindset that the only person you can ever truly count on for your own personal safety is you. Fourth, there may come a day when, like my parents, I can't just run away or fight my way out of a situation. In fact, that's why both my parents obtained conceal/carry permits. Mom worked in an area that it somewhat treacherous after the sun goes down, and Dad often would go into town and pick her up. And since some people were never taught to not touch other peoples' stuff, well, I find it repulsive that I shoudl just give up my property to someone else. And in the same spirit of the people who fought the American Revolution, yes, it IS worth my life. I'd rather stand my ground, protecting my car, my wallet, my cats, than to live in fear of it happening again, knowing someone else can just take something because they want it. Living with that would diminsih me in ways I can't imagine.

Do I have a carry permit? No. I'd like one, but right now, I just plain don't have the money. The permit itself is a couple hundred dollars. Plus the cost of a safety course. Plus the cost of an ad in the local newspaper stating my intent to obtain said permit. Plus time at the range to pass a proficiency test. All told, it's about $800 I don't have right now. Oh, in addition to all that, there's the petition to the local judge, getting letters of recommendation stating my need, and so on. Lastly, since UD is a state school, I can't even carry on campus. Which sucks, when considering that last weekend, a grad student was mugged and beaten so severly she'll be blind for life. So, I am a law-abiding citizen who owns two guns, but can't carry them legally. While the criminal element carries them and other weapons, regardless of the law. Something about ignoring the law being a requirement of being a criminal.

I'd be wary of a national ban on handguns. Then the people who would have guns would be military, police, and criminals. That means that I'd be at a disadvantage for my safety. Furthermore, I've ranted enough about cops who are bullies, and I'm pretty sure giving them an added advantage of being better armed would just make them even more assholish. The military? Right now, I trust them. But then, an armed populace does kind of serve as a check against the military rising up and staging a coup.

So, what do we do?

First off, not sure there's any easy, simple solution. More laws? Possibly. Since I inherited my firearms, I don't know how hard it is to purchase a gun. I know that there's a background check, waiting period, and so on. Mom and Dad both...skited those a little since they had some, uh, government work, and such. Can't say too much. Well, probably could, but, to be safe, I won't. Let's just say that a former Navy nuke in the sub service has some pretty decent clearances. It's already fairly difficult to get a gun the legal way, leaving it a little too easy to obtain things via black market or just plain stealing them. Meanwhile, the extra laws essentially punish people who are following the law and being proactive for their safety.

Then there's the mental health bit. Mental health is stigmatized. Hell, a LOT of things are. But...look at what I had to deal with for a sleeping disorder. What I still deal with. Mental health is another "invisible" illness or disability, and people are shitty about it. And general public perception is that those with a mental illness are people who are broken, who shouldn't be socialized with, people who just need to "suck it up and deal." And...we won't go into overmedication and such. Yes, some people do need meds, but, I still think meds are over-prescribed. And then there are people who are tossed pills who shouldn't be given pills, because they really need cognitive therapy, and the pills alter brain chemistry to make problems and such.

Access to mental health care? Well, that's probably part of it. Especially since people clean out the hospitals and put the mentally ill in jails instead. Or out on the streets. But there's some problems with mental health care, at least as how it's being used by government and such. Most people think that you send someone who doesn't conform to a mental health specialist and get them to be "normal." Hell, look at my recent experience at UD, where I was told that my living arrangements wasn't normal and I needed to get my own place and declare my independence. And then there's profiling... "This guy lives in his mother's basement, has cats, and plays video games. He was bullied in school and likes Cheetoes. He must be about to snap!" These things are abuses of psychology and the science of human behavior, not to mention insulting to the notions of individuality.

Let's then couple it with the media. After Columbine, goth kids around the country had to put up with an extra dose of bullshit. Well, goth kids, kids who were bullied, and so on. The media took the warped profile of any non-conformist kid and made us all out to be ready to snap. I was in college when it happened, but I know a few people who were in high school at the time who were singled out for not being "typical" teenagers. When they were interviewed by local media, the questions were leading, and the interviewers were often disappointed, frustrated, and sometimes downright angry when these misfits were not only not loners about to go over the edge, but were in fact emotionally healthy kids who had friends, different hobbies, and were active in the community with volunteer work and so on. Other kids were just brought in to the school counselor and told to conform or else. In short, in addition to being bullied by their peers, they were now bullied by adults, authority figures, and yes, memebers of the very mental health profession who were supposed to help them.

Note: not all mental health people are craptacular. I happen to know a few who are pretty good at what they do, actually.

There is, however, an overarching problem in the mental health profession: hubris. Let's go back to Columbine. Harris and Klebold were both being seen by mental health professionals. But were recorded as making progress. Both, however, knew what to say to their respective counselors to hide their psycopathic tendencies. There is an unfortunate tendency to believe that a psychologist or psychiatrist or social worker can read minds and can't be fooled. There's an unfortunate tendency in our society to believe that the mentally unbalanced can't...blend in. Can't fool all of us.

Since I'm getting sick of talking/blogging about this, I'm going to wrap this up. Once again, I find myself feeling somewhat profiled, thanks to the media. Again, we have a kid who was atypical. I look at my own situation, wat with "living with Mom" and such to match up to any profile in a federal database where they're looking for the next looney. Except... I rescue cats. Anyone who knows the hell that my summer was will know that I have just...too much empathy to go bonkers.

There's a meme going around attributed to Morgan Freeman that this happened because the shooter wanted to kill himself and decided to go out spectacularly and memorably, and the media coverage and sensationalism of this just fuels the fire for the next incident. I think there's some truth to this.

On a final note, and why I got so upset and frustrated with the internet yesterday... All the comments and memes going around that it's people like me, people who own firearms, people who don't have a problem with others who own firearms... That what happened yesterday was our fault for wanting to own these tools of death, that we should be ashamed of ourselves because there's no reason for us to need a gun, let alone anyone else. That if we just gave it all up like decent, rational, good, law-abiding people, then yesterday would never have happened... Blaming people like me, or flat out blaming me, for what happened yesterday... Yeah. Thanks, people. During the elections, I tried to keep from saying that all Republicans were rich assholes who just wanted to keep people like me down and instead just focus on Mitt Romney being a rich asshole who saw people like me as a parasite. Be careful what you say, what you spout, because you may be talking about someone you know.

Just my $0.02...



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Dec. 4th, 2012 01:32 am
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Rocky has become a very good kitty. In some ways, though, this works to his disadvantage, in that he is often intimidated by the stepgoggies, Brandon and Brigid (yes, I've been spelling her name wrong). He doesn't like their barking and hyperness, and they bark if they just see him. But his aggressiveness has been curbed to where he simply runs away from them.

Until tonight.

The goggies were in the process of being put to bed, and Brandon was at the top of the steps, staring down Rocky at the foot of the steps. Well, I started going up the steps, and Rocky was creeping ahead of me. Then Rocky looked behind, saw that I was still there, and then Brandon started barking and "faking out" Rocky (moving like he's about to pounce). I don't know if Rocky felt emboldened by the fact I was behind him, took Brandon's stance as a threat to me, or if he'd just plain had had enough.

Rocky charged Brandon, chased him down the end of the hall and, from the sound of it, smacked Brandon around a bit. I didn't really hear anything from Rocky, but Brandon was yipping in a fashion that indicated he was getting his ass kicked.

Now, it would be nice for all these guys to get along. But Brandon and Brigid have been annoying, if not outright harassing, Rocky. If they see that Rocky will stand up for himself, then hopefully, they'll settle down a little and eventually, they'll actually get to know each other and such. Besides, Rocky is the alpha and needs to assert that; Brigid and Brandon are, for the most part, okay dogs, but I'm not sure there's half a brain cell between the two of them.

Anyway, Rocky cried afterwards. I don't think he liked having to be mean, but, in this case, I think he had to be. The dogs need to learn that they can't bark at him just for walking in a room, or steal his food, or chase him around the house, or anything else. He's okay now, and he knows I'm not mad at him, so, we're good.

But... Wow. My cat beat up a dog. Go Rocky!

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Oct. 6th, 2012 05:50 pm
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HAPPY BIRFDAY [profile] dr_nebula AND [profile] libradragonmom!!!



As it is also my brother-in-law, Scott's, birthday, this will be a bit high-speed, low-budget, since I'm heading over there after this entry for dinners and festivities, after making a detour to the drug store for vitamins and a card.

Not much to report, though. It's been productive here. I got the grass cut and took care of the cat boxes and such. I didn't get to the vacuuming, but, oh well. There's still tomorrow. And I might be able to toss a load of laundry into the machines before I head out.

Rocky is still pretty much back to normal, save for the fact that I now have to microwave his dinners - he's back to regular Purina food - and serve them up in my room (so the goggies don't bother him). And then there's Riffy, who seems to like camping out in the doggie sleeping tent when the dogs are downstairs.

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This may be old news for those of you on Facebook, but... Rocky had a glucose check tonight. 92. It's been a little over a week since he last had an insulin shot. So, his diabetes is gone. Gone!

It was September 7 that I took him in because he hadn't eaten for two days and he wasn't acting himself, and he was in the middle of a metabolic crash and reaction to the steroid he was on. A few more hours, and he might have died. Instead, he's not only lived, but made a full recovery! I am...still processing all this. So, I'm not sure how I feel. Well, I feel happy and relieved, obviously. But the emotional impact of this, along with the passing of TomTom at the beginning of the summer and YoYo at the end of the summer... I oscillate from feeling like a good pet parent to feeling like a really crummy and ineffectual pet parent.

I'm not entirely out of the woods, though. I still owe over $500 for all of Rocky's care. Though... I should maybe see about selling some of that food back. Not sure if I want to try to sell back the insulin and syringes, or maybe just donate them to a local shelter. If the bill was paid, I'd be more insistent on donation.

I'm thinking that, at some point, I should write a thank-you letter to Lantana. The end-of-life care TomTom and YoYo received was excellent, and helping Rocky recover has bordered on miraculous. Though...I'd like to think a contributing factor to Rocky's recovery is that he is generally happy and has a sense of purpose.

Also? Thank YOU for all of your comments and support. It's appreciated. By both me and Rocky. Hopefully, though, we won't need much more for awhile and we can go back to being the supporters and such.

On a final note... His neck is continuing to heal, so, he's discharged. Doesn't need to go back unless there's a problem. Or when he's due for annual shots. As for the allergies and hair pulling? They sent me home with a shampoo for him to reduce skin irritation/itchiness. So at some point, I'll have to at least attempt to give him a bath. It's been wonderful knowing you all...
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Sep. 30th, 2012 01:29 pm
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HAPPY BIRFDAY [personal profile] annastesia AND [personal profile] az_starshine!!



Rocky and I are slowly recovering. We've both been napping a LOT this weekend. I think we're both just plain burnt out from the past few weeks.

Other than that...not much else going on. Slowly plugging through the weekend chores. Slowly regaining the ability to breathe through my nose. Oh, and Yoda, in addition to asking, "You okay there?" now also asks, "What'cha doin'?" Again, the fact that he gets a response, and thus interaction, makes him ask these questions often. Eventually, he'll have enough question phrases to conduct interviews.

Anyway, I'm going to try to take it easy for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, this goes through my mind...



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Sep. 29th, 2012 12:53 pm
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Well, Caturday morning, anyway...

Rocky had another glucose check this morning. 109. So, he's still off insulin. He'll have another recheck on Thursday. But, it looks like the diabetes has been resolved.

I asked Dr. Emslie just how close he was... How sick he was when I first brought him in three weeks ago. She said that considering she had to put a feeding tube in him, how jaundiced he was the next day, how aggressive they had to treat him... It was close. As in, a matter of hours would have made the difference. He was pretty sick, and it's kind of amazing at how complete his recovery has been.

I'm...still mourning TomTom. And yes, he was old (almost 16), and he was slammed with a pretty nasty GI disease that was...just a little more than his body could handle. YoYo, at almost 17, just simply slipped away. Though he lived 8 years with a managed UT condition. Rocky isn't even 7 yet, and he's come so far since we first got him. He's learned to trust again, to settle down, and he's actually quite affectionate, and...just wants to play. TomTom was critical to Rocky settling down and reducing his aggression. And Rocky is stepping up to the plate in taking up TomTom's household management duties. TomTom could never be replaced, nor could any cat; but Rocky has taken up the duty, taken over the "chore" of managing the "hoomin." And...it would have really, really sucked if I'd lost him, too, this summer.

Rocky...lost his mentor, TomTom, at the beginning of the summer, then lost YoYo at the end of the summer. Then he had a tumor removed, and then had a severe reaction to the steroid he was on to help his face heal. In the last three weeks, he's been hospitalized, with a feeding tube and IV, been poked and prodded constantly, had to have glucose tests and insulin shots, had liquids shoved down his throat, had sutures replace the feeding tube, and had to have those sutures replaced (several times, because he kept removing them himself)... Yet, he still sits with me on the couch, putting a paw on my hand or leg. He still head-butts me to wake me up. He still purrs and follows me around. Well, he follows me around when he's pretty sure we're not about to go to the vet...

Rocky's a pretty awesome cat now in his own right. I'm just...glad I know him well enough to know that something was Not Right and got him to the vet in time.

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