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My entitlement issues, let me show you them.

[Dec. 3rd, 2008|04:06 pm]

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Bad week. And it's only Wednesday. whimper

Busy as hell at work both Monday and Tuesday. THEN the contractors want to start a day early on the downstairs (phase two) of the house renovations, which entails ripping out the main level bath and 'laundry room' (HA!). Arthur is forever traumatized (again) when his upstairs litter box has to move downstairs. But the framing is in for the new powder room when I returned home Tuesday.

The neurologist has determined that my migraines are mostly photosensitivity triggered -- bright lights do it for me. So at my semi-yearly check-up today at the opthamollywoggle (who I love because she's a wacko, a wonderful wacko but still) she dialates both my eyes and hello, bright sunny day, I do not want. The neurologist, with whom I have a follow-up visit immediately afterwords, thinks this is amusing. The Child thinks it is further amusing that her mother looks like a space alien. Bad Child. No House.

I have One Day to do the laundry before they come in tomorrow, move the washer and dryer to the garage, dig a hole in the floor, move the electrical box for the dryer, move the washer something (? water box?) for the washer, and begin doing whatever it is they have to do for the rest of it. Fast shower in the morning before work, I guess. Arthur is certain to become traumatized again.

And I'm still unhappy that I didn't get the tub I wanted upstairs. But maybe I can convince MrHamill that someday we need to renovate the basement and can put in one hella huge jacuzzi tub down there, where there's plenty of room and all. Of course, not until after we've managed to pay off all this crap, which is gonna take a long while, I suspect. If ever.

The whole thing is just one big inconvenience and I'm whining, so pay me no mind. I'm also trying my damndest to get caught up on email and things, to which I'm woefully behind. I've got stuff I haven't replied to since MAY, and there's no excuse for that. As for writing... I dunno. Maybe a nibble. But no time, no time at all. Because, of course, it's the hols, and that means parties, for my work, for MrHamill's work, for his Covenant Group, for my friends... no time anywheres. Gah.

Okay, never mind. Here's an insta-rec instead. (I never do these, because what I think is absolutely spectacular someone else thinks is lame but I just fucking love this story!) Secrets by Keira Marcos (SGA, G, slash). It's just talking but damn. I wish I'd written it because she crawls into John's head and Rodney's head and this is exactly what I think they'd say. But then I'm a hopeless romantic anyway.

This isn't the whining you've been reading... move along... move along... hand waves

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And people say penguins are dumb.

[Nov. 27th, 2008|12:31 pm]

mrshamill

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MrHamill sent me this link, which is quite silly and shows just how smart penguins can be... ( Embedded YouTube behind the cut )

There ain't no flies on him! Though the orcas look a little pissed. ;-D

There is a large dead bird in the oven, my special solid butter pound cakes on the counter, potatoes waiting to be peeled and cooked, stuffing to be made, and people are on their way over, bringing love (and hunger!) to share. I hope everyone reading this has much to give thanks for today, whether or not you are in the U.S., and may those struggling with pain and sorrow find their burdens lessened. May the blessings of peace and contentment rain down upon you, and may Buddha hold his hands to you and help you find your path to true enlightenment.

Joy be with you, my friends and family.

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