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Dear 2011,

Just so you know it is EXTREMELY bad form to start off with death and severe medical emergencies affecting people in almost every single one of my social circles. I seriously hope this is a misguided attempt at frontloading the suck so that when we all recover we can enjoy the fairy farts and roses the rest of the year will obviously be made of, right? Right?

Shape up or GTFO.

Love, me

That over with, i'm on my way home, both pleased and exasperated that Dad is feeling better enough to fuss and be demanding to the point of very nearly making me miss the bus. I plan to return in a couple of weeks, probably in time to see him discharged from rehab.

But for now? Just wanna get home kthx. I'll worry about tomorrow tomorrow.

Dear 222 Elm St,

Oh, baby, how is it you are still on the market after two and a half years? You are large, beautiful, historic and $400K cheaper than your original asking price. I realize it's a nasty market, but I am surprised that you're still out there. I would have thought that at least some horrible person with no appreciation for your multitudinous charms would have snapped you up and unceremoniously gutted and restructured you into ghastly condos by now, like every other nearby house that once had your stature and magnificence. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy you haven't been. But I'm also saddened to know that no one's done the equivalent of fall madly in love with you and sweep you off to a wonderful happy life... or whatever passes for such if you're real estate. Believe me, I'd have you in a heartbeat if money were no object. I can just see the fabulous salons and soirées I'd throw deep within your cavernous Victorian era rooms. But one thing I wasn't gifted with in this lifetime is insane wealth, nor the power to generate anything like it. Ah, if only I had been, I'd willingly spend a lifetime curled in the embrace of your delicious curved window seats contemplating the comings and goings of Elm Street from your graceful apertures.

Some small part of my mind would love to think that maybe you're waiting... waiting to find the special person or people that will walk through your fiendishly elegant double doors and be enveloped by you, that you will do everything but whisper "Welcome Home" in their ears. An even smaller part of my brain that likes to believe in utterly impossible things entertains the fancy that just maybe the person you are waiting for is me. Who knows, maybe if I'd gotten my shit together and dared to dream and do a little harder when I first noticed you were available... but playing what if never got anyone anywhere, did it?

I do hope someday soon you'll find those perfect people to fill your rooms with joy and sorrow and purpose and just plain old life again. And I will always love you from afar, for you are a bloody fantastic grande dame of a house and if I gotta have one pipe dream (one that I'll publicly admit to anyway) I'm glad its you.

Love always,

Me

• 09:03 HELLO LADIES. youtu.be/uLTIowBF0kE
• 09:22 In other news, I woke up with the Flea Market Montgomery song stuck in my head. youtu.be/FJ3oHpup-pk #itsjustlikeaminimall #earworms
• 11:46 Not a good start to today. Hoping the rest of today is better.
• 13:18 Dear livejournal, what is UP with the comment lag past 48 hours? Love me.
• 14:10 Much like pots and boiling, watched/constantly refreshed eggs never hatch. #dragcave
• 14:46 I would like to register my amusement that according to Rotten Tomatoes, the Dungeons&Dragons movie is twice as good as The Last Airbender.
• 15:49 Because you love avatar makers, admit it. madmenyourself.com. #madmen
• 15:57 So one of the local belly dance instructors looks an awful lot like River Song. Seriously, people I need to start dancing again.
• 16:01 Also managed to swipe a vampire dragon from the AP this afternoon! Possibly a little too proud of this... #dragcave
• 16:59 You know, there is no law that says I HAVE give a shit about the safety/health/fragile mind of your child if I don't know or like you.
• 17:02 I mean, I love kids, but seriously people, get off the BUT THINK OF THE POOR DEFENSELESS CHILDREN tack. _I don't care._
• 22:29 just snarfed water from reading @choochoobear's and @jephjacques's exchange re: mel gibson. Webcomic people are so WRONG, lol

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Good:

Fun filled hectic kid Saturday, despite the wet weather. Pancakes, the Jones Library, the Sunderland Frosty, The Lion King, dinner, bedtime very quickly ate up 12 hours.

Amused that the Amherst Fair is in town, once again on a soggy weekend. The rain gods must run it or something.

Thunderstorms, albeit wussy ones.

Also more Road Runner. I didn't realize there WERE that manyRoad Runner cartoons.

I do rather like the hour or so of good hard flop over and cuddle time on the couch after the kidlets go to bed. Mostly because I usually end up glomphed all over cell23 in such a way that my head ends up pillowed on his chest... and I'm not ashamed to admit that being able to hear his heart under my ear has much the same effect on me as it does occasionally on the Lovebug. Zzzzzzzzzzz.

Bad:

Honestly not much bad really. Typical cooped-up-indoors zooey behavior from the kids, being a rainy day, and the fact that almost a week later I'm still crampy and sore and leaking goddamn iron sulfate. I'm idly hoping some of that iron gets absorbed into my bloodstream where it can do some good, because it's doing nothing other than pissing me off where it is.

Well, there's a bit of differential head weather as well, but don't feel up to getting into it now. Hopeing it settles down by tomorrow as we're going to Drew's parents' for the day, but Mothers Day is generally a tough holiday for me so I rather doubt it will.

Dear New York: a certain friend of mine could rather use a slow news day. STOP HAVING TERRORISTS AND ADVENTURES IN PUBLIC TRANSPORT. Jeez, I can't even leave you alone for a couple months without you misbehaving all over the damn place. No Love, Andee.

Neutral:

Midway through finishing Bowser's hanging strap I've had another, better idea for how to handle hanging him. The bad news is I have to rip out what I've done so far on the strap - the good news is I think the new idea will end up looking so much better.

I toyed with staying up and actually watching SNL this week seeing as it's The Betty White Episode, but I am wiped out - I'm sure the Internet will tell me tomorrow if it was good or not. So now I set my trusty EPEEN to the task of retrieving the lastest Doctor Who to be puzzled over tomorrow, and fall in bed with a book. And apparently listen to the wind, which is FIERCE tonight. O_o

Goodnight, netmonkeys.

Dear pimply hipster boys that play WoW,

Deciding to give me shit on a crowded street IRL for wearing my Night Elf Dance shirt does not make you cool, all that, or any more likely to impress a lady in your lifetime. Especially not one with as good of a rack as those very same night elves you are deriding are dancing across. Go back to your hidey holes and cry your sorrows to Onyxia or someone else with more patience for that sort of bullshit than I have.

No Love,

Andee


You know what, fuck the Horde. I swear 90 percent of you are supercilious self-important douchebags. Pro-tip, just because your characters teeth protrude from their jaws at horrifying angles does not magically make you some how better than me just because I like playing what are essentially Azerothan Na'vi. ITS A GAME. LRN2haveagoddamnreallife. >:P

In less annoying news, dispensed with a gorgeous day between the Drükidz and a trip to Northampton to hang with the fantastic and fabulous sarahmaclean. We laughed, we cried, we snarked, it was good good times.

Also just got off the phone with Dad, who spent the last twenty or so minutes being very very VERY excited about the iPad all over me. And Vivian Leigh. And his usual obsession Bette Davis. And the usual "whenyoucomingdownyou'rebringingDrewright?" oh, Daddy. *gigglefacepalm*

6:35... off to find something rpductive to do with the remainder of my afternoon evening...

So I'm waiting on the last 2 books on RoyJr's list to arrive, right? These books, btw were notoriously annoying to obtain - three are out of print and took forever coming to me. Anyway, I ordered the last two last week so I could finish that project up... did it through B&Ns so I could apply my member discount, and ordered them used, so the orders were routed through resellers.

Anyway, I get this email this morning from one of them:

Hey Andee,

We're just checking in to see if you received your order ( No Sweetness Here and Other Stories ) from Better World Books. If your order hasn't blessed your mailbox just yet, heads are gonna roll in the Mishawaka warehouse! Seriously though, if you haven't received your order or are less than 108.8% satisfied, please reply to this message. Let us know what we can do to flabbergast you with service.

Humbly Yours,

Indaba (our super-cool email robot)


The very idea of being "flabbergasted with service" is making me gigglesnnrrk like hell right now. (Also made me think of 11th_letter.) I always appreciate people not being boring with their email bots.

ETA: holy crap, yesterday's drunk post was epic.