Playing Catch-Up

It’s been a few days. Weeks. Whatever. I’ve been busy. By busy I mean I’ve been occupying my time with other things. I might have forgot about this place entirely for a day or two. The days when I remembered? Yeah, I wasn’t feeling the writing thing.

So here’s the catch-up: I’ve been building/DIY’ing furniture type things. I re-did my bathroom (mostly – I still need to lay down the new floor and baseboards but I’m cheating and using self-adhesive vinyl tile, since I’ve never done it before). I spent time with the kids on the days they were out of school because of the snow. {The Lego Movie is great, by the way}. Yeah, yeah, all those other boring things.

Hubby finishes up his training tomorrow, then he’ll be home for good. He’s been gone eight weeks. It’s been so quiet here! (I’m joking, dear. I’m joking. I am! Stop sulking! I know you’re reading this and I love your face). I’ve missed him. I’ve had no one else to make fun of tv programs with me.

I thought about registering for a vendor’s table at a couple of comic-cons, to sell some of my jewelry (but mostly to check out the Cons. ha!). It’s fandom based jewelry so it fits. I’m a total geek about some things, yet I’ve never been to a comic-con! That is just tragic. It needs to change. Matt Smith and Karen Gillian will be at the Louisville con in a couple weeks. I wanted to go to that one but oh my g-o-s-h! It costs a small fortune to get in to the panels for those two. I wonder if they would take a child in place of cash..

I’m joking. My kids are worth a bit more than The Eleventh Doctor and Amy Pond. So I’ll just catch them next time. *sobs*

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I want to build a TARDIS in the backyard. I did turn my mailbox into one, but I can’t quite squeeze in there.

My little sister is getting married in May. Her fiancé is a lovely bloke, but she’s too little to get married! She’ll always be a tiny, tiny child to me. Good luck to him; she’s got her big sister’s fiery attitude! haha.

This has been my bit of random for today. I’m hungry and need nourishment. Or else.

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Ramble On

Strange dreams last night. Strange, jacked up dreams are the norm for me. Quite a few of them involve some random psychopath killing every stranger in the dream (which stars some male from of .. me, I suppose?). With that said, last night’s dream was odd. I had this friend in high school who passed away. I dreamed that, although she had passed away 20+ years ago, somehow we ended up finding a baby that apparently belonged to her. An infant. My mom and I were caring for this little one (who aged several months at a time as the dream progressed). The parents of the baby’s father(though at the same time, not the father?) found out about him and came to see him. They decided, without informing us, that they were taking the baby. I said something to the effect of ‘No! Bad strangers!’ & baby cried for me & would have nothing to do with them, so they left him with me. He was almost 2 years old at the dream’s end. It was odd.

I’ve been busying myself with rearranging rooms in the house & making jewelry for my shop.

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I would love to expand, pick up new fonts and try them out, so on & so forth. I shall when I have adequate funding to do so. It’s a shame that I’m not getting paid to be a stay.at.home momma. Curse you, former boss, & your illegal ways which put us out of jobs. sigh. Anyway. It gives me more time to focus on my shop & schooling & de.cluttering & harassing my children & ahhhh i’m not used to being home all the time! It’s not that bad, but I have so many goals and nearly all of them require money to make them happen. Ripping out that stupid bathtub is first on my list! Rawr. Yes, I’m a bit all over the place now. I’ll stop with the rambling & go do some homework. Yay.

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Nine nine nine!

It’s been a bit. I’ve been sidetracked with not blogging, apparently.

Today’s my baby boy’s 9th birthday! I guess that means he’s not really a baby boy anymore. D,: The curse of parenthood; you’re all “Noooo!” over your kids growing up, but you’re so proud & thrilled that they’re growing up so well. Oh, the feels involved!

He wanted a Minecraft birthday cake (of course), so I made my attempt. It’s a bit messy, but ImageNic doesn’t like fondant, so I had to make everything with cake & icing. He loved it, & it tasted good, so that’s what counts. ^_^

The kids had spring break this past week, & we went to my mommy & daddy’s for a few days. I had a great time, I don’t get to go down there often enough! Mom, Kayla (my bro’s gf) & I spent three days tearing into my mom’s house, getting rid of a bunch of stuff & organizing. Time well spent, mom stays so busy she doesn’t have time to do it all herself, bless her gigantic & loving heart.

So my DIY projects that I wrote about last time? Finished a couple of those. That cabinet I had tried? Re-did that & it came out a bit better than the first attempt. I tore all that icky paper off that I had tried, and just painted the darn cabinet.  Why didn’t I just do that the first time, you ask? Shut up! No, you shut up! Ahem.Image

Um.. obviously I hadn’t done that bottom strip yet. I ended up painting that black. yay.

Boring, boring stuff. That’s what I’m writing about. At least I’m not singing the “Iron Man: Armored Adventures” theme song to you all (which is how I’ve been tormenting my kids all morning, bwaha). Yes, i do love cartoons. Finn & Jake? My fave! & also, Iron Man 3 will be out soon. Let me just say “mrawwwr”. Robert Downy, Jr is my boyfriend, he just doesn’t know it yet. He & Johnny Depp.

Oh, right. I was supposed to do this thing!

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http://thegothamite.wordpress.com has nominated me for the Versatile Blogger award. ^_^ Very kind of you, danke bunches!

The rules for the Versatile Blog Award are :
1.Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Thank and link back to the person who nominated you.
3. State 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award.
5. Notify these bloggers of the nominations by linking back to one of their specific blog posts so they get notified back.

Seven things about moi? Hmm.

1. My kids are everything to me
2. I listen to all genres of music
3. I worked in childcare for 13 years (up until this past January)
4. I was a photographer before my childcare career
5. I have two brothers and a sister
6.  I make and sell jewelry – steampunk, fan-based, odd pieces
7. I’m a fangirl. haha. I love Doctor Who, Batman, the Joker, Sherlock, Supernatural, & quite a few other fandoms.

Now, I’m to nominate 15 other blogs. (Oh, smurfcicles, I hope I linked these properly. If not.. oops. haha).

1. With Love and Chocolate

2. The Reporter and the Girl Minus The Superman

3. Some Species Eat Their Young

4. Genext13

5. Hollis Plample

6. Live Life Love Bacon

7. The Dissocial Mom

Okay, that’s only seven, but my kids are “starving, mom, starving!” and dinner just informed me that it wasn’t going to cook itself. Therefore, must go feed the kids before they turn into rabid werecreatures (again). ^_^

Computers = Insanity

So, I haven’t written in a bit. In my defense, I’ve been very busy doing a lot of nothing. ahem.

I’m really not sure where my days are going. I haven’t been nearly as productive as I want to be during this ‘off work’ time.  i’ve spent half of today trying to fix my son’s computer (again). i’m uber close to lobbing it out the window in a fit of rageousness.

He said he had a ‘bad day’ at school, because he had a headache and he’s tired. His crankiness level certainly isn’t helped by the fact that he can’t get on Minecraft, because Internet Explorer keeps shutting down. (My kids might be a bit addicted to Minecraft).

So my sis.in.law and I thought it would be groovy to give Insanity a shot. You know, that crazy workout program? So we sat down & watched it (while eating popcorn & drinking soda. Ha!). Then we thought ‘hey let’s try that!’  Yeaaaa.

There’s a reason it’s called “Insanity”.
You have to be insane to do it. :-p

We didn’t even make it through the fitness test at the beginning. Lungs fell out of chest halfway through, pretty sure I kicked mine across the room while attempting a powerkick that would make Bruce Lee cringe. Workout program, my non-Insanity’d butt. More like torture program.

You have these three overly cheerful people (who are obviously robots, in reality) and they’re all “Oh yay, let’s do this!”

So you start doing these outrageously exhausting kicks & jumps (“Faster!” the robots chant as you’re gasping for oxygen & trying to find where you kicked your lung, “C’mon! Faster!”). We had to give it up halfway through it – it’s definitely not the workout program to do if you have a jacked up back. & these human-robots want you to do this everyday? Sure, when you hook a caffeine drip straight to my heart and get me an oxygen tank.

I could barely freaking move the next day (& the day after that). I think my spine melted into goo. Painful, aching goo.

Of course, my husband throws his two cents in (& he’s right, of course): “It’s called IN-SAN-I-TY! Why did you think they gave it that name?” Shut up, darling, before I send the exercising robots after you, and then switch your coffee to decaf. (Insert grumbling – achy, painful grumbling – here).

That was four days ago. I’m almost able to walk without cringing now.

I’m secretary of the PTO at my kids’ school, right? Right. I’ll be the first to say that I’m the worst PTO secretary ever. I’ve been to a couple of the school-related things to help out (bookfair, photo day, that kind of thing) but I haven’t actually made it to any of the PTO meetings. Head, meet desk. When I first joined, hubby’s car was jacked up, so we were sharing mine. He drove mine to work on the nights of the meetings. When he got it fixed — well, I still didn’t go to the meetings. PTO Secretary Fail.

Anyway, book fair’s this week at school. I volunteered to help out a few days. Do your kids have these book fairs? The book pricing at these things is ridiculous! I think my textbooks for my college classes were cheaper than the six books my kids bought between them at the last one.

It’s like:

“Mom, book fair is this week!” Great, I’ll go take out a loan so you can get a book you’ll glance at once and toss on the bookshelf, to never touch again. “Awesome, thanks mom!”

I love books myself. I think I’ll marry them.

I think I’ve made up for not writing the past week. I should go be productive now, but I’ll probably make more jewelry (which is productive, as it’s for my business) and watch Supernatural or Doctor Who.

Robot Wanted

I’m exhausted. The end!
No, I’m kidding. Well, not about the exhausted part. That would be a boring thing to kid about. My sense of humour is wayyy better than that (or so I like to tell myself).

I went to do an assessment/training for a new job today. I think I did fairly well, I’ll find out in a few days. It’s a factory job. I’ve been in childcare for 13 years, at one childcare center, but I resigned that position last month (long, ranty post about that coming, no doubt). I’ve never worked a factory job. Heck, I’ve never even been on the production floor of a factory. Today I went for the assessment, for a Toyota plant.

I did not get to build a robot. *sulk*

  no robots

I did, however, do a lot of repetitive tasks, bunches of lifting, and some kickbutt drilling. Would have been better if I was getting paid for the four hours I was there, but alas, they waved their cutlasses about and I was without my Jack Sparrow hat, so I agreed to a non-paid assessment/testing.

 Image Johnny Depp. Dreamy sigh.
What? Where was I? Oh, right.

After the hour’s drive home, I prompty and enthusiastically…  sat my butt down on the couch and fell asleep for about 30 minutes. My hubby & our roommate (my brother’s lovely girlfriend is staying with us) came home half an hour after I dozed off, and I whined about hunger, as I hadn’t eaten since 6:30 a.m. Legit whining, it was 1 pm! Hubby offered to fix me food. I growled out something incoherent, and it was decided that wifey (me!) and roomie should go out for Chinese food. Yum.

I’ve spent the last hour learning a dance (“Break The Chains”) for the 1 Billion Rising movement, which will be taking place on Lovey-Gooey Day. That’s Valentine’s Day in street terms. Image

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So. Worked my booty off today, then came home & danced for an hour. Yay exercise. *collapse*

I should be making jewelry that I’ve sold & need to ship out tomorrow. If I had gotten to build that robot at the factory, it could be doing it for me!  D:<

It’s time to make the young’uns do homework. I could use a whole army of robots for that.

I’ll leave you with this:
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[Amy Pond, you groovy, snarky companion. (<3 Doctor Who)].

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