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Did I mention we have a small additional roommate for the next week or so?



the kids left their snail with us. I kinda wonder if he'd like spider plant instead of apple.


In other news, I have a couch and a large ass TV. I intend to spend Sunday evening on it eating wings and watching the one football game I actually pay any attention to during the year. If you're bored, reasonably local and want to join us, come on over. Bring something to share with the class.

Also love me.


Get your own valentinr

You guys, if any of you need a laugh, I seriously suggest you go read horizonchaser's latest entry about her geese. They... I... omg. ROFLMAO.

http://horizonchaser.livejournal.com/91072.html

Ben is my goosey hero.

Today sucks. Yes, I realize it's only 10am, but trust me. It sucks and I hate it, fuck it. blah blah blah. Moving on to the one bit of of amusing in my day.

So adding to the week of misery and fail was me stressing about Hanzo-san, as I started to hear a high pitched squealing while I was driving him. Needless to say, this on top of everything else going on plus considering I have to drive 250 miles today has done wonders for my stress level. But it was something I'd pretty much written off as "I can't deal with it right now, fuck it," and resolved to ignore it as much as possible.

This morning as I was running around putting out fires, so to speak, it dawned on me that there was something very weird about the noise. Namely that it never varied in pitch, intensity or tone, regardless of what the car was doing. Or even when it was at a dead stop. Or, as I noted to my amusement when I finally worked out what was going on, when the car was off. It suddenly dawned on me that the shrieking wasn't Hanzo-san at all. It was the massive chorus of summer bugs happily living in the grasses on either side of the road and in the median. Hanzo-san, as I noticed sheepishly while in a concrete parking lot, was purring like an especially happy kitten.

Bugs: 1. Andee: 0. Gods. I generally like the sounds they make in August, but if it's going to make me flip out about my car? Fuck em.

Summer can't get over fast enough.


Back to pulling miracles from my ass, contemplating Stockholm Syndrome, and trying not to freak the hell out. I need a lot of fucking clapping today guys, this is a bad one.

Food for thought (hattip to nounsandverbs):

Relationships are wonderful things, but in order to be successful at them, it's important to have a good sense of self. Without that, it's easy to either lose oneself in the relationship or to become so insecure and demanding that one drives a wedge into the relationship.

Quoted from a really quite sensible entry on what does and doesn't work in a poly relationship written by zoethe. Certainly been on both sides of this coin; it's not cute. Worth the read.

Food for giggles: If you aren't already on metaquotes, horizonchaser's goose has been having... problems... with metal. I read it several hours ago and I'm still giggling.

Also apparently Scott Pilgrim #6 dropped today. It would be on a broke day. GRRR. Course, I still need to pick up #5 (even though I've read it.)

(edited for linkfail)

Day 17. A song that you hear often on the radio



Hey, I listen to classic rock stations a lot shut up. Or were you expecting Gaga?


Been a long hot day... started with a picnic type thing at Hamilton Orchards with cell23's family for Father's Day. I never thought I'd laugh myself silly over a small dog chasing a turkey, but that shit happened THREE TIMES and it kept being hilarious. Turned out to be something of a short picnic owing to it being too hot and sunny, but it was still nice to see everyone. After that it was home for me to hang out and hide from the evil accursed blazing daystar until the evening, when I first ventured to the store to get coffee (because I really really don't function well without it in the morning) and out again to rescue Cara from the wilds of Amherst. Summer officially has my permission to start, as the second time I drove down 116 I was treated to the season's first fireflies twinkling in the trees on either side of the road and occasionally caught in the glow of my headlights. Highly distracting, by the way - I kept wanting to turn my head and watch the pretty as I went by, but couldn't owing to the actually driving and not crashing the car bit. Note to self, some evening soon, find a field close by, take a Ball jar, and be seven years old for a while.

Overthinky and cranky tonight. Really overthinky, hypersensitive and cranky since Thursday or so - things kept setting me off emotionally throughout the weekend that normally wouldn't even phase me. I guess with all the neurotic stress I've been dealing with lately my usual armor has worn down to cheesecloth in a few places, and as they are wont to do, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune tend to hit the raw exposed nerves directly under the weak spots. I know I've gotten real quiet (for me anyway) lately, and I think that's just going to keep happening for a while - the only reason I'm even posting right now honestly is keeping up with this 30 days song thing... otherwise it just feels like what have I got to say? what happened today? More of the same shit, the same noise, the same words, the same song... oh crap, now I have "My Name Is You" stuck in my head, lol. But yeah... posting crap to the greater Internet just feels like so much more tire spinning, and I've gotten to the point once again where I can't stand the sound of my own "voice." So I'm feeling the need to just shut up for a while until shit gets better, and spend some of the energy I'd normally spend recording the various misfirings of my synapses beating the internal badgers with a stick until they allow me to Get Shit Done.

Not going anywhere, mind, still reading, and commenting and whatever... Just... I guess, don't expect me to have all that much to say for a while?

K I lied, I can't actually sleep yet.

Today cell23 took me and the kids to Groff Park, which started off as an adventure because a bee blew into the car window and landed on Kidzilla's booster seat, and much to everyone's terror (except mine apparently - hence the OOOH A BEE I MUST TAKE ITS PICTURE instinct) seemed content to hang out below Kidzilla's arms for half the trip. We finally pulled into the Hadley Pride so I could get rid of it (why do I always end up being the goddamn Bug Whisperer??) Turns out it had a wing problem. Poor bee.

Anyway, we got to the park without any further nonconsensual wildlife in the car, and after being a little surprised by the emptiness of the part (we showed up around lunchtime) we had a lovely few hours of sunshine, sandbox and playground, and I took a crapton of pics of the kiddos and read and revelled in the fact that I come with natural sunblock (especially since there was a bit of a struggle getting it on the kids before we left.) Also I must add that the best place to reread Alice in Wonderland is under a tree on a warm sunny day.

We went home, had lunch and watched the end of the Indy500, then went to deliriumdeva's and renegadethumper's new place to let the kids play with Ollie. Small creature meet small creature. *shakes head* Oh two year olds. Kittens don't take well to being bossed around.

At that point, I left to drive down to Hamp for a bit, as Bosslady's widow was holding a gathering/barbecue and I hadn't seen her or the dogs in a couple of years so I figured now that I can, you know, DRIVE I'd show up. I'm glad I did, though I was slowed down a bit by a nasty three car crash that shut down part of 116 in South Deerfield on my way there. It was so nice to see her, and Cisco and Dottie and a bunch of V's friends and V's dad and all them. Plus there was dead thing on a grill and that always makes me happy. Even picked up a couple of contacts for work on Tuesday so profit? heh. I would just like to say that Dottie is still a big gorgeous golden nuisance. Seriously, I make a big exception in my general dog terror for golden retrievers (okay, and borzoi) but she is still easily the prettiest one I've ever met in person. Even if I did spend a good portion of the cookout holding her leash so she wouldn't steal the food.

Home again home again (did I mention one of my favorite things is to drive up I-91 BLARING "Sabotage?") then back to cell23's to say goodnight to the short stacks and to spend an hour or so after that sprawled on the couch with him until he went up to bed, whereupon I went home and discovered picasa's crop tool works very well and spent an hour or so cropping pictures from today and Easter that suffered a bit due to my lack of zoom lens. Le sigh. If I were a rich man, lada dada dada dada dada dada dada daaaaaaaaaaaa. Ehhhh, honestly I'm okay with the Hatemonger's kit lens for now - in terms of camera equipment I'd like a tripod first and a couple of filters before a new lens anyway. Specifically an infrared filter - I've been looking at the infrared pictures crazybee has been posting into pic365 and positively drooling, not to mention summer is the perfect season to get that freakishly pretty white foliage effect.

On a tangent, I'm having an unholy amount of bliss being able to wander from my apartment and through Squire barefoot. There is something rather delicious about being able to run through lawn and feel cool grass between my toes. I almost ALMOST get lawns now. They're nice as long as someone else is mowing them, basically. I have a feeling this summer is going to be spent mostly eschewing shoes.

On a completely different tangent, I kinda envy everyone that moved this weekend. Not for actually having to move, mind, because moving sucks, but because I just want to get mine over with. I hate waiting for things, and this goes double for moving because I loathe the month or so beforehand where I'm waiting and packing and detaching emotionally from whatever place I'm currently in and ugh. Not to mention other stuff I've bitched about before concerning the boobyhaven. But mostly the anticipation stresses me out - I just want to fast forward and have it over and done already you know? and dear fates please please PLEASE let this be the last goddamn time for a while. Moving, how I loathe and despise you. But yeah... I'm not looking forward to the summertime's worth of transitional period, but I'm grimly determined to make it a decent summer, nonetheless. I'm WAY overdue for a truly good summer, and the season is usually running at a disadvantage considering it's already the season I tend to hate above all others (it's always hot, lonely, and angst ridden for me), so we'll see how I do. It may have to be a sort of "GOOD THINGS WILL HAPPEN OR I WILL DIE IN THE ATTEMPT" sort of deal.

Nothing on tap for tomorrow, other than a low key Memorial Day and then driving the kiddos back across the state. Then back to your regularly scheduled week-a-day worries. Yippee.