| God bless public libraries |
[Jul. 7th, 2009|01:56 pm] |
There's a huge public library in Cedarville, about a half-hour from the cabin. Cedarville is also home to a decent-sized grocery store and gas station that won't eat your wallet as badly as the smaller ones in DeTour will. I have an application for a Cedarville library card in my purse, but I don't know if I'll get it. I don't have a local reference.
The librarian was so nice and got me hooked up with a guest pass to the interwebs, and it will automatically log out after an hour but then with five minutes to go it popped up with a message of "Because there are still free computers, thirty minutes have been added to your time." Even the computers are polite and thoughtful up here.
I went on vacation with a four-year-old. What was I thinking? At least I finally have a room with a door. The cabin sleeps ten easily, but only two of the rooms have actual doors. One room downstairs has a sheet-door, and a little "room" has been created upstairs with a handful of old shutters someone found. Every couch in the upstairs living room is a hide-a-bed. When I got up here, my grandparents and my Aunt Cindy and Uncle Corey and their two kids were there, and Aunt Eadie and her daughter Katie, as well. It was a bit crowded at first. Aunt Eadie and Katie left on Saturday after the 4th of July parade in DeTour, which was a rather nice little parade- all the local farmers drive their tractors in it. It's pretty comical, but quite possibly the most patriotic parade I've ever been to. Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Cindy and co. left this morning, and then I made a bee-line for the library for some peace. My computer's still at the shop at home, but I found out I can come here and use their wireless just like one of their computers.
God bless public libraries. |
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| Vacation! |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|07:09 pm] |
Alright, my lovelies, after work tomorrow I am heading to my parents' house in Michigan, and then on Friday we'll be driving to the cabin together. It'll be me, my mom, my stepdad, and my four-year-old niece, Anita, for a week at the cabin. XD I've bought a ton of crafting stuff to do with Anita and I am so excited.
Work has been positively hellish. And I found out today that oops, we have a chart audit on the 13th, so I need to audit all of my charts before I leave for vacation. I had to cancel everything tomorrow so I can do that. Argh. I should probably cancel my appointment with the sociopath, for my own sanity, so I can get everything done. I'm so sick of coverage- it seems that every coverage client I've got, has had a screwed-up chart and a million needs and at least one crisis that requires my immediate attention. -_-;;; I haven't had a moment's peace at work. Yesterday I got cursed at, told I'm ruining client's lives, and that I'm not doing my job, by about nine clients, within a three-hour period. I'm running on empty- I NEED this vacation. -_- |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|06:00 pm] |
Operation: Finish Moving Into My Damn Room Already is now underway.
The laundry is gathered and downstairs to be cycled through the ZOMG AWESOME new high-efficiency washer and dryer. I'm wondering why I have so much stuff, again, but I tend to wonder that a lot. I need to figure out what to do with the boxes I've still got stacked in my room. I think some will probably go to the basement; it's predominantly boxes of stuffed animals and toys. I want to set up my display case. I know I definitely need more than one; the one I've got will probably be completely overrun with Coneheads, and I still have my (pitifully small) Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Perceptor collection, a Smokescreen or two, a smattering of Constructicons, and my Robot Chicks collection, not to mention all the stuff from my cosplaying- I've got something like five or six gauntlets to display. Yeah, I need a couple more display cases.
I had to go to the store and buy high-efficiency laundry detergent, and seems how I've scoped out the Revenge of the Fallen toys at both Meijer and Wal*Mart so far, I decided to hit up Target. I found a Titanium Thrust and Hot Spot Zone (Srsly, Hasbro, stop losing the rights to your names already, and if/when you do, plz just use "Autobot So-and-So" instead of coming up with names dumber than the names the character was already graced with.) I immediately called ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ravynfyre to see if she had Hot Spot yet. She didn't, so I picked him up for her. He is very pretty. I could not resist the siren call of Thrust. I was doomed from the start. (I have the feeling I might've missed a conehead before in the Titaniums line- were there any? I can't remember and this is the first Titanium I've picked up.)
In other news, I'm totally in love with my co-worker Marcellis. He and I are going to the midnight showing of Revenge of the Fallen. We'll see if shenanigans will ensue or not. I dare not say a word. My dating record is of the Not So Good variety. Everyone at work thinks he's gay, but everyone also thinks I'm a lesbian so maybe it'll all work out.
Went to the Rollergirls last night with _kyri. I only had one on-call call during the bout, so it wasn't too bad. Both Cincinnati teams won their bouts. ^_^ My roller derby team rocks!
Yeah, break over. Back to cleaning. |
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| Stuff |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|03:46 pm] |
I realize that I haven't posted anything in a bit, but I simply don't know what to say. There are so many things I want to do, and yet I can't seem to make myself actually do them. There's yardwork to be done and my bedroom is a mess and I need to do some laundry. The washer and dryer were delivered on Thursday, and then the delivery/installation guy broke one of the water lines so the plumber had to come and he fixed it yesterday, so I finally have the facilities to do laundry, and yet I haven't.
I want to write. I want to read. I want to do so much and I just can't seem to make myself do it.
Guess I need to just get off my ample white derriere and do it, then. Ciao. |
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| Weekend! |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|12:54 am] |
Please note, this entry was written under the effects of copious amounts of benedryl. I hold no responsibility for the coherency of this post.
Michelle's parents came to visit this weekend. This is Not So Good because her mother hates me, and her father is... well... he's helpful like Helpful Cat is helpful.
He was being so very helpful, in fact, that he mowed the yard for me. It's been raining so much I hadn't been able to mow lately. However, HE MOWED MY HOSTAS. WTF. I'm getting very territorial about the yard as it is, and he was out fussing in it. He trimmed the pine tree and very nearly trimmed the branch with the cardinal nest in it. I don't mind that he flushed the eaves, because I really am not keen on that chore, but HE MOWED MY HOSTAS.
IT ARE MY YARD. MY BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS. GRRRR.
Today was Cincinnati Pride. I had signed up to volunteer, and I went early and was having a grand old time, when it started to rain. And by "rain" I mean "the heavens opened and threatened to go all Biblical flood on our asses." I was the dunk tank caller, and made inappropriate sex jokes to the amusement of all around. I had already been pushing it but then I was suddenly, inexplicably soaking wet and it just got worse. XD It was raining so hard, some of the tents collapsed under the weight of the rain. _kyri and I wandered around in the rain and I sang and danced because I was already soaking wet. I had my Voltron shirt on my head, because that totally helped, and my clothes stuck to me like a second skin. I was signed up to tear down from 7-10, but I was tired and well saturated and actually becoming pruny, so I took _kyri back to her car due to the shuttles being nowhere to be seen (both passed us when we got to my car, however.) I went home and dried off and was too exhausted to think, much less return to move stuff again. When I got there, I was quickly recruited to haul all sorts of things all over the park. I had no problems with that but ZOMG SO TIRED NOW.
I flirted shamelessly with pretty much everything that moved. I reminded myself of Captain Kirk, or Captain Harkness. (Need fic of the two of them together, bee tee dubs, STAT.) One of the other volunteers and I flirted pretty hard. I sat down in a rickety death-chair and nearly fell on her, to which she replied, "Go ahead and fall in my lap! I'll catch you! It's not every day voluptuous women fall in my lap! :D!" Ahh, only at Pride. It was fun being totally inappropriate in a work-like setting again. I can't get away with quite that much at work nowadays; at Wendy's the innuendo flew like woah, but not so much at Centerpoint Health.
All in all, a great time was had by all, but around seven or so I noticed that I was breaking out into full-body hives. Generally I have stress-related eczema, with sometimes is bad enough to be hives, but it usually manifests a few days after the stressor. My sociopathic client was in on Friday. That's all I can think of that could be the cause. *shrugs* Who knows.
The room is spinning. Bedtime. |
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| COVERED IN BEES. |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:07 am] |
So, funny story I keep forgetting to post. Not only did my house come with FREE KITTENS, it also came with FREE BEES.
Yes, BEES. We have great big bumblebees- the B52 bomber-looking ones- living INSIDE OUR GARAGE DOOR. Like, in the hollow portions that roll up and down and the surrounding frame. They surprisingly are rather chill about the door rolling up and down whenever Michelle comes and goes. I suppose that's better than, say, a death swarm forming or something. O_o
Thank god neither of us are allergic, as my hippie butt is all like "But Colony Collapse Disorder! WE MUST SPARE THE BEEZ!"
It's weird to get buzzed walking in or out of the garage by these great big bumblebees that look big enough to make off with my cat and would make short work of the dog. I love the great big bumblers, at least you can see and hear them coming from like a mile off. They sort of bumble around while I wander in and out of the garage getting out stuff for yard work. They get a bit tetchy about the lawnmower but so far have been content to just fuss at me. I'd hate to have to get a beekeeper getup and gear to mow my lawn. As if it wasn't already too complicated with the push mower!
I wonder who I'd call to come remove the colony? |
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| *sigh* |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|05:02 pm] |
Didn't get the job. It went to one of the other girls, who's been with the agency about a month longer than myself.
Oh, well. Michael said, "I'm sorry you didn't get it, but I'm glad I don't have to replace you. You're an awesome case manager. It would suck to have to train someone else." |
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| alone |
[Jun. 6th, 2009|02:40 am] |
Alone, again, late at night. It's always the wee hours when one gets morose. I want to cry. Stream of consciousness ahoy.
I don't know about the job and Dottie's evidently going out of town for a week this coming week, so who knows when I'll find out.
Scary client calmed down and hasn't killed us all yet.
I have to take the dog to the vet tomorrow because Handsome has a staph infection from how it looks. Michelle has a brunch date with her boyfriend. I insisted because Handsome's been miserable for a few days and Michelle has been putting it off. I noticed the first spots two weeks ago but Michelle insisted it wasn't anything, and now the poor guy literally has sores all over his whole body. Looks like another round of antibiotics for the pup. Guess I need to pick up some yogurt. Antibiotics and Handsome don't mix otherwise.
Tomorrow I will also buy a proper lawnmower. I'm tired of mowing the same bit of grass six times and it still looking like it's got mange. The push mower cuts grass just fine, it just doesn't know what to do with weeds.
Me: "I'm going to buy a proper mower tomorrow. I'm tired of the yard looking like it has mange."
Michelle: "Just go over it again afterwards with the weed whacker."
Me: "I don't *want* to have to do that. I *want* to be able to just mow it *once,* and then use the weed whacker to catch up on the corner bits, not to re-mow the lawn again."
Michelle: "Well... did you try adjusting the height of the blades?"
Me: "Yes, it just makes the mange taller. I'm buying a mower. Being a planeteer is too much work with a mower that doesn't do the job in a tidy manner."
Michelle: "I hate gas-powered mowers."
Me: "It's that or you're mowing it yourself."
Michelle: "...Okay, but you're buying it."
Me: "Already said I was going to. I'll take care of it and feed it and clean up after it."
Saw a trailer for "9". It looks amazing.
Bedtime, I suppose. |
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| Let me tell you a tale of dating woe. |
[May. 30th, 2009|01:22 pm] |
So I had a date last night. Nothing terribly serious, and the guy was 23. I knew that was a mistake, it always is. We decided to meet at one of the malls to make it easy to find one another and I have a deep passion for mall food court bourbon chicken, so I voted food court for dinner. We're sitting there eating when his phone rings and it's his friend, who saw his car outside. This is the conversation:
"Dude! I saw your car outside, and I'm at the mall! Where are you?"
"I'm on a date, eating dinner in the food court."
"Cool! I"ll be right there!"
So Awkward Friend appears out of nowhere looking like the misbegotten lovechild of the Unabomber and Weird Al, with his girlfriend who is every bit as uncomfortable with this as I am. He then proceeds to join us and just sit there. Making it all awkward. Awkward Friend kept laughing and saying, "Well, this is awkward!" and then lapsing back into silence.
Me: So, anyway, I'm a case manager and I work with the mentally ill.
*silence*
Awkward Friend: *laughs* Yep, awkward.
*more silence*
Awkward Friend then starts loudly heckling passing tween girls. "Nobody loves you!" "Your parents hate you! I'd hate you if I was your parents!" The date thought this was hilarious.
Shockingly enough, I was less than impressed.
We then went and saw "Up", which is delightful. While in the car, though, the date broke the cardinal rule in my car and yelled at another vehicle. I do not allow passenger road rage in my vehicle. If anybody grumbles about another car, it's me. And it was entirely unprovoked and completely startled me. Someone was taking their time going over speedbumps and he started yelling.
"Get out of the way!"
"....um.... wow. Yeah, they're just going over speedbumps."
"They were going too slow!"
"....They're speedbumps."
Yeah, not going on a repeat date with him any time soon.
On the other hand, "Up" is delightful, and if you get a chance to see it in 3D, do it! I think I started to cry something like five, six times. It was wonderful. |
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| Argh. |
[May. 20th, 2009|11:40 pm] |
Got dumped via text message today. He even admitted that it was a shitty way to dump someone and apologized.
WTF. Srsly. |
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| Today's happy |
[May. 16th, 2009|11:25 pm] |
Today was Saturday. Saturday is all kinds of happy in and of itself. ^_^ |
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| Happy? |
[May. 16th, 2009|01:00 am] |
I think the happiest thing that happened today was that it was Friday. Other than that, it was not so happy. |
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| Happy! |
[May. 14th, 2009|10:57 pm] |
ZOMG Star Trek made me a VERY happy Poptart. I waited patiently ever since the debut to go, seems how I was on-call and didn't dare miss any of it because a client was at Psych Emergency or God forbid REGULAR emergency for something. (I'd prefer PES; at least I know why they're there. The regular ER scares the bejeebus out of me when they call, 'cause it could be ANYTHING.)
( Cut for potentially spoil-riffic squealing. And all-caps. )
I also squealed really loudly at the Transformers trailer, which I saw about a week ago when I saw Wolverine. Michelle again pretended she did not know me and threatened to change seats.
I think overall Mr. Roddenbury would be very, very pleased with this movie. |
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| Stuff what makes me happy |
[May. 13th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Happiness is getting to do my job while in my pajamas, and getting paid to do it. I finally had the first on-call call tonight- why is it always *my* clients?- and it was easy enough to deal with. |
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| Happiness is a Nap. |
[May. 12th, 2009|11:49 pm] |
I lay down when I got home and conked out for hours. That's my happy thing today. ^_^ I'm going back to bed soon, too.... Mmm, sleep! |
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| What made me happy today! |
[May. 12th, 2009|12:17 am] |
The things that made me happy today:
-"Chi's Sweet Home" theme on repeat
-Golden grahams
-Another $35 for carrying my on-call phone and never having to answer it! On-call ROCKS when nobody uses it. XD |
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| Ah-heh. |
[May. 10th, 2009|04:14 pm] |
So, I didn't fall asleep until waaay late, through a combination of having caffeine too late and being totally sucked into Chi's Sweet Home, which is quite possibly the cutest anime I have ever seen. I read all of the manga Friday night, and last night my buddy X introduced me to the anime. Each episode is only 2-3 minutes long, and it tells the story of a stray kitten who looks an awful lot like one of the two kittens I fostered, so it makes me choke up sometimes. ;_;
Anyway, so I didn't fall asleep until probably five AM. I woke up at seven with a start, and immediately came to the conclusion that it was in fact seven PM, and I'd slept fourteen hours. Ignoring how tired I was, I decided to get up so I could sleep tonight and forced myself awake for two hours. I fed the critters, walked the dog, and puttered on the interwebs. Around nine I remembered it was Mother's Day, so I called mom up, as I was worried she'd be heading to bed soon. We talked for a while about landscaping, and she ended the call with "I'm glad you called me this morning!" My brain did a quick spit-take, and I glanced at my clock. I realized the little "AM" light was on, and gee, it's 9:30, why is it so sunny outside?
Cackling, I realized my error, and happily put my pajamas back on and went back to bed. After all, two hours of sleep really do not make a coherent Poptart make. XD |
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| Things I have learned about buying a house |
[May. 7th, 2009|07:36 pm] |
A few things I've learned about home ownership.
1. Sometimes, your house comes with FREE KITTENS! This isn't so good when momma abandons them at four weeks on your porch, because suddenly the care and feeding (and pottying) of these creatures is Your Responsibility, darling home owner. (Pictures of the darlings to come when Michelle gets back from Indiana with the camera. And yes, I finally found a no-kill shelter willing to take them on Sunday.)
2. Just because you're a Planeteer doesn't mean that a combustion-engine lawnmower is a terrible idea. Just saying.
2.a. When one decides to forgo the lovely combustion model and opts instead for a push mower, one should make sure that they ensure it has been sharpened before giving one's roommate the puppy eyes and offering a discount on the rent if said roommate would tackle the lawn that has been allowed to grow to a foot in height before the purchase of a grass-cutting device. I swear I could chew through the grass faster MYSELF.
2.b. Also, one should not kindly buy said complaining roommate a pair of garden shears when she asks for a weed whacker to catch up with the edges that cannot be reached by the aforementioned push mower. Your weak offer to go do it for me, when you clearly are not capable of taking the time away from studying for grad school to mow the lawn in the first place, do not impress me.
2.c. When one is struggling mightily over the course of several DAYS to catch up with the lawn with a dull push mower, every kid in the neighborhood will offer to run home, fetch their parents' mower, and do it for you. Sooooo tempting... Michelle never has to know... -_-;;; |
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| HALP PLEEZ. |
[Apr. 30th, 2009|02:54 pm] |
So, I have two small problems. A cat had kittens under my porch, and she's abandoned or orphaned them. There are two, both little girls, and they're about four weeks old right now. I've been bottle-feeding them but I can't do this for the long-term, both for my sanity, Michelle's, and my critters, both of whom show great interest in murdering the little noisy beasts. I've called every no-kill shelter in town and one agreed to take them once they've been weaned, but now I've got to find someone able to foster them for the month it'll take to wean them. I've left a lot of messages so far. :/
Anybody in the greater Cincinnati area willing and able to foster these babies for a while? Please feel free to pass this link along to anyone you know who might be able to help. To be honest, I'd be willing to drive a hundred miles or so to hand them off to someone. I'd be happy to take them back and take them to Pet Connection once they're weaned, so this is a rather short-term need. Please, help me out! My marbles are precious and few and these kittens are making me lose them. :/ |
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