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I made the Boston Run* by myself this evening, as I had the flex time in my schedule and the kids needed to be picked up a day early.

I do and I don't mind the drive out. On one hand, it's a long drive and I love those. Just me, the road, whatever music I want on the radio and a lack of self-consciousness about singing along to it. I don't get too much road time anymore, and it's starting to show around the edges - I'm getting a lot of the same problems I used to have when I was first beginning to drive back, not to mention my eternal squirrelliness about left turns - I pretty much drive like Zoolander models. Part and parcel of not really driving much anymore I guess, but it bothers me that I've gotten visibly rusty at Actual Driving. But I digress. It was a chance to drive, yes. On the other hand, it's to a destination to which I only go because I have to, along a route that frankly makes me want to drink afterwards, and it is, when you come down to it, about five hours total in the car.

All that said, the end result is worth the aggravation, which is getting to hang out with my two favorite small people.

About two thirds through the trip back, we usually stop at the Wendy's off of Rt. 2 in Gardner for something vaguely snacky, either because the kids didn't get dinner before pickup or because the grownups in the car got hungry. It's just become sort of a thing now - we'll sometimes change it up and stop at Friendly's, but most times we end up here and the kids have come to expect it as our normal pit stop, to be skipped only if no one feels like eating or going potty. Tonight I had to wake them out of dead sleeps to go in and eat; their sleepy grumps over their food amused me enough to take a picture.

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Of course once I looked at it, I realized I'd taken an almost identical one before. I looked it up when I got home just to prove I wasn't crazy.



Yep. Not the same booth, but pretty much the same picture, same car-weary grumpies, same kids, minus almost three years. Wow. I kinda want to take another picture of them three years from now at Wendy's. For science. Or something.

Every so often I'll get a picture of Kidzilla where she either seems older than her age, or there's some hint of what she's going to look like when she grows up, and I'll just kinda sit and look at it and just marvel at how damn quickly time flies, how fast they are growing up, and lastly, and maybe more poignantly, how long we've all been doing this. I mean, I've known them both since Kidzilla was small enough to still find her toes fascinating and possibly tasty, but that's sort of different from being an active part of their lives and doing my little bit to poke them here and there into being whatever people they end up being. I mean... this was about how big they were when [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I became A Thing:



Needless to say they're a wee bit bigger now, but my gods, where the hell did the time go, seriously.

The other thing all this reminded me of was my own childhood and how much of it was spent in the backseat of my mom's car. I was amusing Kidzilla over her chili** by telling her tales of driving to Ohio to visit my grandmother, and just what a desolate wasteland I-80 through Pennsylvania is, and how I always knew we were getting close to Grandma's by the change in gas stations (is SOHIO still a thing?) and more relevant to my interests, the sudden appearances of Bob Evans. Oh Bob Evans. I realize it's the midwest equivalent of Friendly's and therefore probably terrible, but 5-14 year old me still has a soft spot for their chicken soup with the fat noodles. Anyway, the thing that made her eyes get all big was the idea that we'd spend all day and almost all night in the car just getting there. Certainly put 3 hours into perspective, anyway. 'Course, they spend most of the trip asleep...

Anyway. They're tucked into bed finally. It feels weird having them here on a "school night" everything about today is telling me FRIDAY and it's not. Tomorrow morning I have to get all of us up and out the door - Me and [livejournal.com profile] cell23 off to work as usual, but first I'm driving them to their Pepère's to hang for the day. But then, kid weekend, progress as usual.

Time to shower, sack out, and pray it'll be a bit warmer tomorrow morning. Least I don't have to be at work at ass forty five.



* I keep wanting to make Kessel Run jokes every time I say this. Problem is I haven't yet found a way to make River sound anywhere near as cool as the Millenium Falcon. I could say that I make it in less than 3/4ths of a tank of gas, but in the age of hybrid cars that's just not impressive. I suppose it's impressive that Teeny Weenie Blue Car of Nondescript Doom has racked up almost 160K worth of Boston runs over the past four years and change and not fallen apart yet.

** Holy crap! She's outgrown kids meals! That's a super new development. Does this mean we finally get to introduce her to the wonderful world of Beyond the Mac and Cheese option on menus???
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For not having gotten my license until age 30, a significant portion of my childhood was spent in the car with Mom, from back when i was a wee bit stapped into the torture devices that passed as the first five-point car seats to a little kid passed out in the massive backseat of her land barge of a 1983 Cadillac, to finally moving up to the front seat and serving as her copilot on trips until i went off to college.

To say that Mom loved to drive is an understatement and an oversimplification. Looking back, most of my memories of her being relaxed, calm and even happy are when she was behind the wheel, letting the hum of highway under tires soothe the anxieties that constantly plagued her. It was only later when i got licensed myself (later in life and in fact, at the same age she did) that i understood her constant, well, drive to be in the car, and the near zen-like state of mind she entered after about half an hour on the road. Years later, it's become one of my more effective self-soothing behaviors, especially over long distances. I also seemed to have learned more of my pervasive driving habits from her by osmosis, seeing as while i didn't get my license until well after her death, i still catch myself copying them. Good in the defensive driving sense, bad in the family lead foot and sudden explosions of dockworker profanity at other drivers' jackassoirie senses. I swear, all my Mom's pretenses of being a perfect lady died when the key slid into the ignition, which is probably why while i knew better than to repeat any of it in her earshot, i was swearing competently and creatively by the fourth grade.

As to where we went, at the risk of sounding like a car commercial, the destinations never mattered as much as the journeys, or that unique sense of both consternation and relief that occurs after you're back home putting the car in park and preparing to return to real life. But it could have been a run as short as from Brooklyn to Manhattan to get me to school, to NJ to visit my aunt and later my sister, and when i was younger, stretches all the way to Ohio, Virginia, Michigan and Illinois. I seriously remember more of the trips there and back rather than actually being there.

Its funny... She and i certainly had our share of mother/daughter differences to the point where even on days like today i actually feel somewhat guilty for not missing her nearly as much as i feel I should. (Lets me frank, if she were still around she would be micromanaging my wedding to the point of driving me to tears.) On the road, though, is one of the few places where i do. I used to have her picture dangling from my rearview mirror, actually, with the inscription "Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly" on the back. Figure I've been her primary passenger for so many years... she'd return the favor if she could. (Backseat driving the entire way.)

Happy Mothers' Day, those of you who observe it.
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Kiddos ate my weekend, as they do. (Not that I mind.) Also been in a weird depressive funk that due to it being relieved greatly after consuming dead things, I'm attributing to being generally iron deficient again as well as on the rag, which for obvious reasons doesn't help this situation much. Seriously, eating a quarter chicken at Boston Market this evening magically transformed me from a near weepy mess to a rational human being, WTF.

Day five turned out to be really hard to write up, anyway so I'm glad I took an extra day to ponder it.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done

This one's tough, because in order to become the person I am now and to get where I am now, certain decisions had to be made in a the particular order they were. But I guess if I wasn't attached to outcomes, I guess this would be the list.

  1. Gone to college immediately after high school. I really should have taken a year or two off in the middle, because I wasn't remotely ready for it when I did go, and after I flagrantly failed my first semester, I should have taken time off then. But by that time I had a group of friends I was already attached to, and well... yeah. Honestly, I probably should have transferred out of Smith entirely.

  2. Taken the "whatever makes you happy makes me happy" stance on major relationship stuff. Granted there were occasions where that was genuinely true, but in retrospect I let so much slide that I shouldn't have and I just ended up screwing myself over and over. I'm trying to be better about speaking up when shit bothers me, though honestly other than the trolling, [livejournal.com profile] cell23 doesn't tend to get on my nerves too much so there isn't that much opportunity to practice. And no, I'm not just saying that, he just isn't any kind of maintenance enough to annoy me most of the time.

  3. Moved in with Cara, speaking of high maintenance. I was already kinda screwed in the money department, letting her leech off me just made things worse.

  4. waited so long to get my license.

  5. taken my mother at face value when she told me not to bother with doing anything that might have taught me some financial responsibility. Like getting an actual job in high school or college or something. IDK.

  6. let Mom and sisters talk me into relaxing my hair my first year of college. I had elbow length natural hair the summer of 1996, despite the dour predictions of breakage and damage from all the years of braiding acrylic yarn into it - one semester of relaxer, and I swear all my hair broke so badly I had to get it all sliced off to about ear length. It's never grown out that long since.

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

  1. [livejournal.com profile] cell23 (+kidlets!)

  2. Da Brownes

  3. People that have stuck me for over a decade and are still here ([livejournal.com profile] harinezumi, the Smith crowd, [livejournal.com profile] extrajoker, etc) There should be a Lifetime achievement award in Putting Up with Andees.

  4. The Squirekids - It's alarming how the lot of you have become practically family in the past couple years And by alarming, I mean y'all are going to give me cirrhosis and make me spend money I don't have on gaming shit.

  5. Y'all reading this. Where would I be if I didn't have this void to scream into?

Yeah I know that's more than five, but nyeh, deal with it - this way no one gets left out and no one gets hurt.

In other news, what a balls rainy and ugh Sunday! Still, the beginning half was good what with getting woken up by and hanging with kiddos, getting plastic on three out of four windows and introducing Kidzilla to Nemesis Factor, which for being six she ended up being reasonably good at once pushed to solve the puzzles on her own (she's got a bit of smart-kid syndrome going where she's so used to everything being easy that when something is actually difficult she gets lazy about it). And we ended up having to drive them back across the state tonight so there might have been four and a half hours in the car with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 in the torrential downpours just now. Luckily I've never really minded being in the car for long trips. I really think all those road trips Mom took me on as a kid did something to warp my psyche so that I really don't find being cooped up in the car for long periods of time very onerous at all. Meh who knows, who cares, home now.

Finished Mockingjay. Well. Um. Wow. Slow clap for Suzanne Collins there. That was a good series, I think someday I might have to own it. It reminded me, oddly enough, quite a bit of the Tripod Trilogy, which I loved reading as a kid and now kinda want to reread - alas I either lost my box set of those in the various breakups and moves, or misplaced them, as I haven't seen them in a while - might request them from the library while I'm on the reading kick. But not until after I get through the other two doorstops and the other book I've got checked out.

Other than a few scaly dry patches, I seem to be well and truly recovered from the chicken pox. Looks like I got it the worst on my left hand, right elbow, back, and oddly enough, my left middle toe seems to have been hit the worst of all, as it actually swelled to twice its size while I was sick and is still kinda nastily necrotic looking (it's not, it's just covered in kind of a carapace of dead skin right now - which is fascinatingly soothing to peel off in sheets. yes I realize this is gross and TMI but I figured it was a nice change from talking about poop. But anyway yeah. Oddly what seems to be helping the most with getting the last of the scaly bits to heal is slapping A&D ointment all over myself as memory and smell tolerance permit - the shit is wonderful and ngl, it does wonders for my skin even where it's not all weird from the pox, but I would love it if I didn't smell like fresh tattoo for an hour or so afterward.

I've gotten Kidzilla hooked on Dragon Cave. LOL.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

So yeah... and the day ended with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I finding some Pepsi Throwback at the gas station by the Rt 2/202 junction, so it weren't all bad.

Bedtime for bonzo...
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Kiddos ate my weekend, as they do. (Not that I mind.) Also been in a weird depressive funk that due to it being relieved greatly after consuming dead things, I'm attributing to being generally iron deficient again as well as on the rag, which for obvious reasons doesn't help this situation much. Seriously, eating a quarter chicken at Boston Market this evening magically transformed me from a near weepy mess to a rational human being, WTF.

Day five turned out to be really hard to write up, anyway so I'm glad I took an extra day to ponder it.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done

This one's tough, because in order to become the person I am now and to get where I am now, certain decisions had to be made in a the particular order they were. But I guess if I wasn't attached to outcomes, I guess this would be the list.

  1. Gone to college immediately after high school. I really should have taken a year or two off in the middle, because I wasn't remotely ready for it when I did go, and after I flagrantly failed my first semester, I should have taken time off then. But by that time I had a group of friends I was already attached to, and well... yeah. Honestly, I probably should have transferred out of Smith entirely.

  2. Taken the "whatever makes you happy makes me happy" stance on major relationship stuff. Granted there were occasions where that was genuinely true, but in retrospect I let so much slide that I shouldn't have and I just ended up screwing myself over and over. I'm trying to be better about speaking up when shit bothers me, though honestly other than the trolling, [livejournal.com profile] cell23 doesn't tend to get on my nerves too much so there isn't that much opportunity to practice. And no, I'm not just saying that, he just isn't any kind of maintenance enough to annoy me most of the time.

  3. Moved in with Cara, speaking of high maintenance. I was already kinda screwed in the money department, letting her leech off me just made things worse.

  4. waited so long to get my license.

  5. taken my mother at face value when she told me not to bother with doing anything that might have taught me some financial responsibility. Like getting an actual job in high school or college or something. IDK.

  6. let Mom and sisters talk me into relaxing my hair my first year of college. I had elbow length natural hair the summer of 1996, despite the dour predictions of breakage and damage from all the years of braiding acrylic yarn into it - one semester of relaxer, and I swear all my hair broke so badly I had to get it all sliced off to about ear length. It's never grown out that long since.

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

  1. [livejournal.com profile] cell23 (+kidlets!)

  2. Da Brownes

  3. People that have stuck me for over a decade and are still here ([livejournal.com profile] harinezumi, the Smith crowd, [livejournal.com profile] extrajoker, etc) There should be a Lifetime achievement award in Putting Up with Andees.

  4. The Squirekids - It's alarming how the lot of you have become practically family in the past couple years And by alarming, I mean y'all are going to give me cirrhosis and make me spend money I don't have on gaming shit.

  5. Y'all reading this. Where would I be if I didn't have this void to scream into?

Yeah I know that's more than five, but nyeh, deal with it - this way no one gets left out and no one gets hurt.

In other news, what a balls rainy and ugh Sunday! Still, the beginning half was good what with getting woken up by and hanging with kiddos, getting plastic on three out of four windows and introducing Kidzilla to Nemesis Factor, which for being six she ended up being reasonably good at once pushed to solve the puzzles on her own (she's got a bit of smart-kid syndrome going where she's so used to everything being easy that when something is actually difficult she gets lazy about it). And we ended up having to drive them back across the state tonight so there might have been four and a half hours in the car with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 in the torrential downpours just now. Luckily I've never really minded being in the car for long trips. I really think all those road trips Mom took me on as a kid did something to warp my psyche so that I really don't find being cooped up in the car for long periods of time very onerous at all. Meh who knows, who cares, home now.

Finished Mockingjay. Well. Um. Wow. Slow clap for Suzanne Collins there. That was a good series, I think someday I might have to own it. It reminded me, oddly enough, quite a bit of the Tripod Trilogy, which I loved reading as a kid and now kinda want to reread - alas I either lost my box set of those in the various breakups and moves, or misplaced them, as I haven't seen them in a while - might request them from the library while I'm on the reading kick. But not until after I get through the other two doorstops and the other book I've got checked out.

Other than a few scaly dry patches, I seem to be well and truly recovered from the chicken pox. Looks like I got it the worst on my left hand, right elbow, back, and oddly enough, my left middle toe seems to have been hit the worst of all, as it actually swelled to twice its size while I was sick and is still kinda nastily necrotic looking (it's not, it's just covered in kind of a carapace of dead skin right now - which is fascinatingly soothing to peel off in sheets. yes I realize this is gross and TMI but I figured it was a nice change from talking about poop. But anyway yeah. Oddly what seems to be helping the most with getting the last of the scaly bits to heal is slapping A&D ointment all over myself as memory and smell tolerance permit - the shit is wonderful and ngl, it does wonders for my skin even where it's not all weird from the pox, but I would love it if I didn't smell like fresh tattoo for an hour or so afterward.

I've gotten Kidzilla hooked on Dragon Cave. LOL.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

So yeah... and the day ended with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I finding some Pepsi Throwback at the gas station by the Rt 2/202 junction, so it weren't all bad.

Bedtime for bonzo...
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It's been a rough few days, headspace-wise. Doing my best to truck through it and distract myself from blue funks when they threaten, but it's been a process. Some of you know more than others what all's going on, but honestly a fair amount of it's just being tired and not feeling well and stressed about stuff. It'll pass. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but I know it will be exactly when it needs to happen and not a moment before or after.

Yesterday had a bright point in that I visited [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole for dinner last night after he shamelessly tempted me with farmshare steak. What carnivore in their right mind would turn down such an offer? :) This was also a good excuse for me to come over and pick up the Diamond Comics boxes I'd asked him to start collecting for me in anticipation of the move, and gracious, there were a lot of them. Thankfully Hanzo has a 6 body trunk. But dinner was lovely and we spent the prep time catching up and bitching about life, as we do when we get together. I do rather enjoy friends that make me think about stuff, and since both he and I contend with similar issues pertaining to the easily distracted and also toward letting life drive us instead of the other way around, it's usually provokes good thinky things afterward.

Course, I nearly blew the evening by mooshing the lamp at the end of [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole's driveway while backing out. The lamppost seems okay. I thought Hanzo-san was too, until this morning when I discovered he has a rather fetching dent behind his driver's side headlight. I suppose it had to happen sometime, but argh. It's the first time I've ever hit something (we won't count the snowbank I sideswiped while I had my permit), and it happened while I thought I was being super careful, and even though I know on most levels it's no huge deal, I'm still a fair amount of upset about it. That on top of everything else has kinda shot me for driving as I'm noticing that things that I was fine with a week ago are starting to freak me out again this week, which is a pretty good indicator that I need to concentrate on taking care of myself and my brainmeats for the next couple of days and be extra careful if I do have to go out there. Also it's a drükids weekend and I know contending with them when the wiring's crossed upstairs is a big bucket of not fun.

Off to finish my coffee and see about dropping my stress level to points where I can function like an actual human being, if not a RESPONSIBLE ADULT.
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It's been a rough few days, headspace-wise. Doing my best to truck through it and distract myself from blue funks when they threaten, but it's been a process. Some of you know more than others what all's going on, but honestly a fair amount of it's just being tired and not feeling well and stressed about stuff. It'll pass. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but I know it will be exactly when it needs to happen and not a moment before or after.

Yesterday had a bright point in that I visited [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole for dinner last night after he shamelessly tempted me with farmshare steak. What carnivore in their right mind would turn down such an offer? :) This was also a good excuse for me to come over and pick up the Diamond Comics boxes I'd asked him to start collecting for me in anticipation of the move, and gracious, there were a lot of them. Thankfully Hanzo has a 6 body trunk. But dinner was lovely and we spent the prep time catching up and bitching about life, as we do when we get together. I do rather enjoy friends that make me think about stuff, and since both he and I contend with similar issues pertaining to the easily distracted and also toward letting life drive us instead of the other way around, it's usually provokes good thinky things afterward.

Course, I nearly blew the evening by mooshing the lamp at the end of [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole's driveway while backing out. The lamppost seems okay. I thought Hanzo-san was too, until this morning when I discovered he has a rather fetching dent behind his driver's side headlight. I suppose it had to happen sometime, but argh. It's the first time I've ever hit something (we won't count the snowbank I sideswiped while I had my permit), and it happened while I thought I was being super careful, and even though I know on most levels it's no huge deal, I'm still a fair amount of upset about it. That on top of everything else has kinda shot me for driving as I'm noticing that things that I was fine with a week ago are starting to freak me out again this week, which is a pretty good indicator that I need to concentrate on taking care of myself and my brainmeats for the next couple of days and be extra careful if I do have to go out there. Also it's a drükids weekend and I know contending with them when the wiring's crossed upstairs is a big bucket of not fun.

Off to finish my coffee and see about dropping my stress level to points where I can function like an actual human being, if not a RESPONSIBLE ADULT.
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Called in today due to intestinal owwwww and the Coming of the Bloodpocalypse. (Also owww.) Between 6:30 and 10 this morning I swear I just wanted to die, and other than being aggressively glomphed on by sleepy Manbeast, there was really nothing at all redeeming about those three+ hours.

But it got reasonably better. Better enough that when I got the message from [livejournal.com profile] aersi asking if we were still on for going driving this morning I was all oh shit, yeah. LETS DO THIS. Anyway, I was feeling decent enough by the time we set out on our adventure, and I'm glad I was, because it turned out to be a really fun couple of hours. I realize I'm weird because "fun" is usually not the first word that comes to people's minds when they hand their car keys over to someone who has a brandy new permit, but it actually turned out to be really awesome talking [livejournal.com profile] aersi through her steadily more confident circuits of the Hampshire Mall back lots.

I often forget how much I actually like teaching people stuff, especially people that can actually keep up with my wildly distractable, prone to digression brain. Plus I think it did actually help that I went through my own drivern00b phase so recently, as opposed to everyone else we know who have been doing it since they were teenagers. (Which is pretty much how [livejournal.com profile] verbena76 said it would be.) So I can be all like "okay, put the car in reverse, turn around and try not to freak out when the car goes in the complete opposite direction than you expect," and then giggle along with [livejournal.com profile] aersi when she was indeed all "AAAAUUUGGGH THAT IS FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKED UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP" when she did it the first time. But hey, by the time we left she could back up in a reasonably straight line for well over twice the requirement for the road test, so win. :)

But yeah, it was kind of a trip to occupy that OH GOD I'M MAKING TWO TONS OF METAL MOVE THIS IS INTENSE head space again, cause yeah, it really wasn't very long ago for me. Hell, I still freak out about left turns on a low level. I still remember all the random little bits of advice I got from everybody who has graciously loaned me their drivers' seats over the years i spent trying to get the whole driving thing together. And I still get all "Well holy shit, look at me I CAN DRIVE" on occasion. Not as often as a year ago, but every once in a while.

To his credit, Hanzo-san behaved himself beautifully. Not that he doesn't normally behave himself beautifully, but it did help that he was especially good today and didn't decide that he wanted to go 25 instead of 10, cause he does occasionally get frisky. Course threatening your cars with taking them to [livejournal.com profile] captainlove so he can beat them does wonders for their behavior.

"So next week, 91, ya?"

"WHA?"

"Just kidding."

But yeah. Totally looking forward to next time. :)
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Called in today due to intestinal owwwww and the Coming of the Bloodpocalypse. (Also owww.) Between 6:30 and 10 this morning I swear I just wanted to die, and other than being aggressively glomphed on by sleepy Manbeast, there was really nothing at all redeeming about those three+ hours.

But it got reasonably better. Better enough that when I got the message from [livejournal.com profile] aersi asking if we were still on for going driving this morning I was all oh shit, yeah. LETS DO THIS. Anyway, I was feeling decent enough by the time we set out on our adventure, and I'm glad I was, because it turned out to be a really fun couple of hours. I realize I'm weird because "fun" is usually not the first word that comes to people's minds when they hand their car keys over to someone who has a brandy new permit, but it actually turned out to be really awesome talking [livejournal.com profile] aersi through her steadily more confident circuits of the Hampshire Mall back lots.

I often forget how much I actually like teaching people stuff, especially people that can actually keep up with my wildly distractable, prone to digression brain. Plus I think it did actually help that I went through my own drivern00b phase so recently, as opposed to everyone else we know who have been doing it since they were teenagers. (Which is pretty much how [livejournal.com profile] verbena76 said it would be.) So I can be all like "okay, put the car in reverse, turn around and try not to freak out when the car goes in the complete opposite direction than you expect," and then giggle along with [livejournal.com profile] aersi when she was indeed all "AAAAUUUGGGH THAT IS FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKED UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP" when she did it the first time. But hey, by the time we left she could back up in a reasonably straight line for well over twice the requirement for the road test, so win. :)

But yeah, it was kind of a trip to occupy that OH GOD I'M MAKING TWO TONS OF METAL MOVE THIS IS INTENSE head space again, cause yeah, it really wasn't very long ago for me. Hell, I still freak out about left turns on a low level. I still remember all the random little bits of advice I got from everybody who has graciously loaned me their drivers' seats over the years i spent trying to get the whole driving thing together. And I still get all "Well holy shit, look at me I CAN DRIVE" on occasion. Not as often as a year ago, but every once in a while.

To his credit, Hanzo-san behaved himself beautifully. Not that he doesn't normally behave himself beautifully, but it did help that he was especially good today and didn't decide that he wanted to go 25 instead of 10, cause he does occasionally get frisky. Course threatening your cars with taking them to [livejournal.com profile] captainlove so he can beat them does wonders for their behavior.

"So next week, 91, ya?"

"WHA?"

"Just kidding."

But yeah. Totally looking forward to next time. :)
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So it's 11:22 and so far today I've driven the wrong way down a one way street (got laughed at by a cute girl for doing so BUT STILL omg I did that), blew through a stop sign I didn't see but should have known was there (luckily no one was coming and no cops witnessed this but it freaked me the fuck out), and broken down crying in the coffee/tea aisle of Stop&Shop because VERY CLEARLY I am a miserable failure at life despite that in between all this I was running Grown Up Responsible Adult errands and all things considered have gotten a lot done this morning.

Moral of story: BITCH, COFFEE IS NOT BREAKFAST. YOU NEED CALORIES TO FUNCTION.

...it probably says something that my brain said that to me in Lafayette voice and is currently looking at me like this:



Right, yeah, I'm going to go eat something, wibble in the corner clutching my "I AM A RESPONSIBLE ADULT" trophy for dear life, pop an ativan, and attempt to make something positive out of the rest of today. *sigh*
anagramofbrat: (covered in bees)
So it's 11:22 and so far today I've driven the wrong way down a one way street (got laughed at by a cute girl for doing so BUT STILL omg I did that), blew through a stop sign I didn't see but should have known was there (luckily no one was coming and no cops witnessed this but it freaked me the fuck out), and broken down crying in the coffee/tea aisle of Stop&Shop because VERY CLEARLY I am a miserable failure at life despite that in between all this I was running Grown Up Responsible Adult errands and all things considered have gotten a lot done this morning.

Moral of story: BITCH, COFFEE IS NOT BREAKFAST. YOU NEED CALORIES TO FUNCTION.

...it probably says something that my brain said that to me in Lafayette voice and is currently looking at me like this:



Right, yeah, I'm going to go eat something, wibble in the corner clutching my "I AM A RESPONSIBLE ADULT" trophy for dear life, pop an ativan, and attempt to make something positive out of the rest of today. *sigh*
anagramofbrat: (ed)
Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate



Jefferson Starship, "The Baby Tree"

Okay, I don't quite HATE this song, it's adorable.... but I can't listen to it anymore without choking up. Saying this was one of [livejournal.com profile] sundart's favorites should pretty much sum up the multitudinous layers of why not.



ANYWAY personal angst aside, yesterday was hot and lethargic and kinda bleh. Even nipping down to the Taste of Amherst was disappointing because other than getting some absolutely heavenly Mapleline Farms ice cream, not a single thing aroused my interest. It also seemed rather... sparsely attended, like there were barely any restaurants there. Meh. But the Stop & Shop in Hadley finally has a gas station. Woot, cheap gas!

So yeah, the day was kinda meh and stuff (though there was some very intense grown-up fun had!) and then [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I watched "The Pandorica Opens" and OMGWTFBBQ. Like seriously WHAT. THE. BLOOMING. FUCK. Well done, Moffat, I haven't watched anything with a running mantra of "ohshitohshitohshit" going since the last half of Serenity.

Also can I please be River Song when I grow up? I am so in love with that woman.

Anyway, happy father's day and such like to you dads on my F-list. Keep on doing what you do best.
anagramofbrat: (ed)
Day 16. A song that you used to love but now hate



Jefferson Starship, "The Baby Tree"

Okay, I don't quite HATE this song, it's adorable.... but I can't listen to it anymore without choking up. Saying this was one of [livejournal.com profile] sundart's favorites should pretty much sum up the multitudinous layers of why not.



ANYWAY personal angst aside, yesterday was hot and lethargic and kinda bleh. Even nipping down to the Taste of Amherst was disappointing because other than getting some absolutely heavenly Mapleline Farms ice cream, not a single thing aroused my interest. It also seemed rather... sparsely attended, like there were barely any restaurants there. Meh. But the Stop & Shop in Hadley finally has a gas station. Woot, cheap gas!

So yeah, the day was kinda meh and stuff (though there was some very intense grown-up fun had!) and then [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I watched "The Pandorica Opens" and OMGWTFBBQ. Like seriously WHAT. THE. BLOOMING. FUCK. Well done, Moffat, I haven't watched anything with a running mantra of "ohshitohshitohshit" going since the last half of Serenity.

Also can I please be River Song when I grow up? I am so in love with that woman.

Anyway, happy father's day and such like to you dads on my F-list. Keep on doing what you do best.

BWAH

May. 6th, 2010 08:15 pm
anagramofbrat: (what is love?)
Considering my own personal crosswalk rhumba a few years back and the rash of people in or associated with my monkeyspace getting hit, you'd think hearing about people getting run down by cars wouldn't be funny.

Except when the guy's named Lord Jesus Christ. Then suddenly it's hilarious. (He only had minor injuries.)

Circumstances aside, how do you get through 50 years of your life being named Lord Jesus Christ? And who does that kinda shit to their offspring?

Also sheesh what is it about crosswalks in Western MA?

BWAH

May. 6th, 2010 08:15 pm
anagramofbrat: (what is love?)
Considering my own personal crosswalk rhumba a few years back and the rash of people in or associated with my monkeyspace getting hit, you'd think hearing about people getting run down by cars wouldn't be funny.

Except when the guy's named Lord Jesus Christ. Then suddenly it's hilarious. (He only had minor injuries.)

Circumstances aside, how do you get through 50 years of your life being named Lord Jesus Christ? And who does that kinda shit to their offspring?

Also sheesh what is it about crosswalks in Western MA?
anagramofbrat: (i'm on a horse)
All in all, today was a good day, in the words of Ice Cube.

While it proved too hot and busy to get the vacuuming done like I wanted, I did get my laundry put away and my room more or less clean. Also considering it cracked 85 today, I made the executive decision to strip my bed, pull off the electric blanket and put it away for the season. Not seeing much of a need to pre-toast my bed until winter, and well, considering by the time it gets ass cold again I'll have moved in with The Human Furnace, I doubt I'll need it as a mattress pad. Might be banished to extra-blanket land in which case. Which is fine by me - toasty bed is wonderful and all, but I won't exactly miss feeling the heat coils.

[livejournal.com profile] cell23 subjected me to Dead Alive (Yeah I had no idea Peter Jackson had done a zombie movie before LOTR) while we were waiting for [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey to show up with the kids. It's been a very long time since a movie made me go "GAAAAAAGH! EWWW!" out loud. Like I actually caught myself gagging a couple of times watching it. That said, it was also really funny, but GAH EW.

I realized while reading Google News this morning that the Kentucky Derby was today (it's early this year, innit? or am I on crack?) Called Dad to make sure he knew about it and got his voice mail, then called him again after the fanfare in time to have him sing "My Old Kentucky Home" to me over the phone. I know, a horse race is an odd thing for me to be watching, but it was a big Mom thing, so Dad and I keep up the tradition when we can. Also seeing the huge fancy hats strengthened my resolve to own one large ridiculous Sunday Best hat someday. Also appropriate icon is appropriate.

Speaking of hats, that was the reason Kidzilla was wearing the cowboy hat. I dragged out a couple of mine for the kids to try on while they were over. There's another pic of Kidzilla attempting to try on my top hat, but her entire head is swallowed up in it, so all you see is that hat resting on her shoulders.

Can I just say that there probably aren't enough drugs in the world to make Spongebob Squarepants not hurt my brain whenever I attempt to watch it? That said, if I ever have major surgery again (knock on wood that I won't have to but still) remind me to try watching it while hopped up on morphine, I imagine that would actually be fun.

Ended up having a bit of a solo adventure tonight after the kids went home, as I did indeed decide that Claritin-D was essential to surviving tonight (fucking lilacs, DIE). The adventure part came in when after driving down to the CVS on University Drive to discover to my dismay that the pharmacy there closed at 6 (I didn't get there until 8:15ish) I decided fuck it and drove all the way to the 24 hour one in Greenfield. Finding the damn place in the dark was a bit of a challenge, but I did indeed manage. Still, my not quite dormant inner city girl is a bit appalled by the lengths necessary to get some goddamn antihistamine with whatever that stuff is that they don't let you walk out of a drugstore with more than 15 tablets of anymore at 8pm. Thoughts along the lines of "What savage philistine backwater do I live in where a) the goddamn pharmacy closes at 6 on Saturday b) where I can't get any damn decongestant without signing away my life and firstborn c) to an actual pharmacist now? what happened to being able to get it at the regular counter??? Christ, way to fucking make allergy season harder on me, you goddamn meth heads. Oh well, at least I know where the 24 hour CVS is now. And all things considered? it's a marvelous night for a moondance drive. And lo! For the first time in almost a month, I am not sniffly and itchy at all, just a bit sore from all the sneezing and scratching earlier. Better living through chemistry indeed.

Did some picture housekeeping tonight, and I only have to make up 6 365 pics before I'm caught up. I'll do that this week.

How is it 1am already? and I'm not sleepy, though that may have something to do with having slept until 11 this morning. I guess off to work on casting off Bowser some more...
anagramofbrat: (i'm on a horse)
All in all, today was a good day, in the words of Ice Cube.

While it proved too hot and busy to get the vacuuming done like I wanted, I did get my laundry put away and my room more or less clean. Also considering it cracked 85 today, I made the executive decision to strip my bed, pull off the electric blanket and put it away for the season. Not seeing much of a need to pre-toast my bed until winter, and well, considering by the time it gets ass cold again I'll have moved in with The Human Furnace, I doubt I'll need it as a mattress pad. Might be banished to extra-blanket land in which case. Which is fine by me - toasty bed is wonderful and all, but I won't exactly miss feeling the heat coils.

[livejournal.com profile] cell23 subjected me to Dead Alive (Yeah I had no idea Peter Jackson had done a zombie movie before LOTR) while we were waiting for [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey to show up with the kids. It's been a very long time since a movie made me go "GAAAAAAGH! EWWW!" out loud. Like I actually caught myself gagging a couple of times watching it. That said, it was also really funny, but GAH EW.

I realized while reading Google News this morning that the Kentucky Derby was today (it's early this year, innit? or am I on crack?) Called Dad to make sure he knew about it and got his voice mail, then called him again after the fanfare in time to have him sing "My Old Kentucky Home" to me over the phone. I know, a horse race is an odd thing for me to be watching, but it was a big Mom thing, so Dad and I keep up the tradition when we can. Also seeing the huge fancy hats strengthened my resolve to own one large ridiculous Sunday Best hat someday. Also appropriate icon is appropriate.

Speaking of hats, that was the reason Kidzilla was wearing the cowboy hat. I dragged out a couple of mine for the kids to try on while they were over. There's another pic of Kidzilla attempting to try on my top hat, but her entire head is swallowed up in it, so all you see is that hat resting on her shoulders.

Can I just say that there probably aren't enough drugs in the world to make Spongebob Squarepants not hurt my brain whenever I attempt to watch it? That said, if I ever have major surgery again (knock on wood that I won't have to but still) remind me to try watching it while hopped up on morphine, I imagine that would actually be fun.

Ended up having a bit of a solo adventure tonight after the kids went home, as I did indeed decide that Claritin-D was essential to surviving tonight (fucking lilacs, DIE). The adventure part came in when after driving down to the CVS on University Drive to discover to my dismay that the pharmacy there closed at 6 (I didn't get there until 8:15ish) I decided fuck it and drove all the way to the 24 hour one in Greenfield. Finding the damn place in the dark was a bit of a challenge, but I did indeed manage. Still, my not quite dormant inner city girl is a bit appalled by the lengths necessary to get some goddamn antihistamine with whatever that stuff is that they don't let you walk out of a drugstore with more than 15 tablets of anymore at 8pm. Thoughts along the lines of "What savage philistine backwater do I live in where a) the goddamn pharmacy closes at 6 on Saturday b) where I can't get any damn decongestant without signing away my life and firstborn c) to an actual pharmacist now? what happened to being able to get it at the regular counter??? Christ, way to fucking make allergy season harder on me, you goddamn meth heads. Oh well, at least I know where the 24 hour CVS is now. And all things considered? it's a marvelous night for a moondance drive. And lo! For the first time in almost a month, I am not sniffly and itchy at all, just a bit sore from all the sneezing and scratching earlier. Better living through chemistry indeed.

Did some picture housekeeping tonight, and I only have to make up 6 365 pics before I'm caught up. I'll do that this week.

How is it 1am already? and I'm not sleepy, though that may have something to do with having slept until 11 this morning. I guess off to work on casting off Bowser some more...

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