Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

I have cramps that could fell an elephant.

even the good drugs only take the edge off.

and to top things off, they are coming in waves. the steady ache I can shove to the back of the brain with only occasionally ouchies, but these pain waves? So impossible to shove away.

ouch dammit.

Happy Mother's Day to the moms (of all flavors) on my list!

and now a mom story

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I just got to see The Cleveland Orchestra's Chamber Orchestra (three violins, a cello, and a piano) perform a 50 minute program...for free! in a 135 seat house! dude! Gershwin, Foss, Copland, Schoenfield, and Joplin. wonderful does not quite begin to describe it.

And tomorrow, I will probably see a staged reading and The One-Man Star Wars. Yes, one guy doing all three original films, in an hour. Everyone I've talked to says its pretty entertaining. And there are folks in costume hanging out outside the theater. The Boba Fett today was pretty amazing.

like I said, sometimes, I really love my job.

How did I not know this? really, I know I was in shows all day Saturday, but I would assume that someone would have mentioned it when I was back at work. I assumed wrong.

Read a bit more here and a wiki here.

-Two more shows and the April Madness of teenagers (and this year middle schoolers) will be over

-over that is except for the whole striking thing, but that is a mere technicality

-thanks to kernezelda, I realized I've been here for six years. I think it was fourteenlines that gave me the invite code. It's been surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way.

-The season finale of Chuck. dude. ( cut for spoilers )

-that's about it, off to work now

Tired. students. lots and lots of students. It scary to think that my entire career path has prepared me for this. seriously. pregnancy pad from crap lying around to done and on stage in less than five minutes. really. my life is so weird.

doing a cross-post test and update in one

Alive. Basically in one piece and healthy. attempting to dig all of my tax info out of the boxes I shoved them in during the mad rush to move. unpacking boxes months after the fact is a little like christmas morning and an archeological dig rolled into one. am trying to get as much sleep as possible with the hope that it will save up for April, which is also known as my time in high school theater hell. oh festival of serious madness, how I love you so. sometimes. especially after taking the good drugs. I missed birthdays and I am sorry, so happy belanted birthday wishes for all those born the end of January and all of February. I just bought a new bra at the fatgirlstore.com. its structure reminds me of flying buttresses without the you know, buttresses. but still, it lifts! it separates! it makes my boobs look perky, and considering my boobs have been intimate with gravity for a very long time, thats saying something. I am hoping to visit the boston area late summer early fall. I will keep y'all posted. I want to write, but can't find the modivation. it is a crunumdum, or however that's spelled. I don't know why I am putting all of this into one huge paragraph and not my usual bullet points, but you know change is good. so is chocolate. mmm...chocolate. might have to break into the soy ice cream when I gethome. who needs real food for dinner! regarding the bs that has happened to one of our online brethern, all I can think of is "Me think she dost protests too much" and calling of shenanigans. also, I want to tar and feather the asswipe and sit his honey stuffed asshole on a mound of fire ants. giving I can't do that I will follow kerne's example and strike those folks off my sf/f reading list. for details got to ryda_wrong's lj or cofax's who alsp has links. I'm too stupid to link today, or format in any way. I've never been able to spell so that doesn't really make today any different for any other day. and now the clock ticks closer to six, so I will say anon my fellows, anon.

Tater-tots can make the entire world a little nicer place.

Girl Scout Cookie time!

YAY! for crack in small easily edible pieces!

Thin Mints how I love you so.

NOM! NOM! NOM!

That is all.

I either, ate something, or touched something, or somthing something because I have broken out into mini hives all over my face.

there is burning, bumps and itching. this is an allergic reaction. the antihistimines haven't kicked in yet...

*full body shudder*

god I hate when this happens!

and on a completely different subject:

Ap sent me a postcard from her trip!

YAY! *does a happy dance*

Thanks apathocles you da bomb!

I have got to remember to take the caps lock off when I'm posting. silly rabbit.

anywho, here I am happily trudging away at the vendor statements when suddenly *BAM* my brain kicked into sex, sex, sex mode.

WTF? seriously, WTF?????

ah hormones, you foil me at every turn. I mean, its natural and stuff, but middle of the day at the office? not the place to get hit by the horny glove. GAH!

and in other news...

happy belated birthday kerne!

I love you lots and lots, but not like that *point to top portion of the post* because to purposely adjust a quote from the truth about cats and dogs: You can love your Kerne, but you shouldn't love your Kerne.

Hope it went well with all the crzy that currently surrounds your life.


and now off to move payable statements. really, my life? so very very exciting.

I'm alive.

Everything is going well for me and the fam.

January was a monster of a month. I am very happy it's over.

It's supposed to get into the 40s this weekend. for like 3 consecutive days. seriously. the 40F day we had yesterday was glorious. and there was sun! Oh pretty sun and your vitamin D producing properties, I have missed you!

There is a new Chuck tonight. This is officially my happy place. YAY! CHUCK! now if only we get Bryce back again. *hearts bryce*

I am now off to work.

and I think it's time for a new challenge at farscapefriday. *bg*

I did not write this. I, however, live in the trenches of this everyday. This is something that is very important to me, not just because it's my job, but because ,imo, we (America) are turning out multiple generations of incomplete people. And anyone who thinks this is bs, I will show you hard facts via test scores of the students who attend the school I teach at vs other schools in the whole area and state.

Also, I think this is so important, I'm not cut tagging it.

As I watched the inauguration yesterday, I was struck by something in
addition to the historical significance of the event. When it comes to
the highest degree of ceremony in our land, we turn to that which is
often the first to be on the chopping block in tough financial times:
the arts. There was singing, poetry, an ensemble of some of the most
talented and accomplished instrumental solo artists in the world,
discussion of the particular painting featured at the luncheon, grand
marches played by a band. Because great societies are often measured by
their progress in the arts, we seem to understand intrinsically that
these things belong, yet we are often unwilling as a society to preserve
them in our education system. For every artist who blessed the nation
with their gift yesterday, there was someone who had initially
recognized their talent, nurtured it, guided its technical preparation,
encouraged its development. Someone introduced Yo-Yo Ma to the cello,
and put Aretha Franklin on a stage. These things do not just happen by
accident.

The next time you hear the flippant suggestion to cut the arts out of
the schools because it’s “nice, but not necessary,” imagine yesterday
without the arts… a walk to a podium, an oath, a speech, a walk to
whatever comes next… no parades, no balls. Imagine the band members who
played “Hail to the Chief,” told in middle school that music would not
be offered in their school any more. Imagine if Itzhak Perlman never
held a violin. Imagine the featured choir given over to the directorship
of someone with no vocal training because the chorus position was cut.
These things are happening every day, and someday we may be faced with a
quickie courthouse ceremony rather than royal pomp and circumstance
befitting a presidential inauguration. Think about it.

Jennifer Erickson
Orange County Public School Teacher

yeah, what she said.

So, Obama is now President. That's cool. but what's real cool is what just showed up online.

The White House's new blog

I guess the times are really changing.

editorial note: I skimmed through it. It's pretty frelling cool and will be really frelling cool if it does what it's supposed to.

we have a whole lot of snow.

like lots and lots of it.

in an hour or so, I am going to break open Dad's xmas gift from bro#1 - an electric shovel. yes, not a snow blower, because we really don't get this kind of snow more than a few times a year, so I can't quite justify the blower, but the snow shovel that flings the snow two feet away? oh fuck yes, that will work. and to be honest its only for where we park the cars. the rest of it I can do by hand.

but seriously, a butt load of snow. especially for where I live which is usually the hole in the donut as far as accumilation is concerned.

still grading, children are still stupid. only have six more to finish this weekend, so I guess this snowed in thing is good.

just an update to let you know all is relatively well here.

now back to your regularly scheduled nothing.

-fbf

Also a Happy New Year and stuff.

Tonight, once I finally leave work as this report is finished running, I will go home, then off to my old boss' house for a new years todo. IF it was anyone else I probably wouldn't go, but for him, just about anything.

I send out well wishes to the entire flist. and extra love and kisses to kernezelda and scapeartist for the lovely gifties! coffee and baklava, really how can you go wrong!

I'd post my year end fic review thingie that folks are doing, if I thought I had actually written anything this year. please correct me if I am mistaken. comment fic counts, especialy when you have been as bad as I have with the writing lately.

I hope everyone is safe tonight in any and all of your endeavors.

Also, if you didn't know, 2009 is the year of YAY! why? I will be turning 40 this coming May, so be on the lookout for the party info. hee.

*hugs the flist tight*

-fbf

Once upon a time there was a wormhole. And aliens, but not hip teenage aliens because that was the prior fandom, so were the thief-turned-spy-turned-killer-angstfest people, but I could be wrong.

So there was this wormhole, and a whole lot of people fell down it. A website was created (why? got me before my time), friends were made, small ulcers found, and all in all a relatively sane freakshow.

and then the bottom fellout and the wormhole was shrinking, and the relatively sane freakshow became a rabidly insane freakshow, and fingers were pointed and ulcers got larger, and yet...

and yet...

the impossible happened. The wormhole reformed. And the masses cheered and celebrated (and some folks quietly slunk away to hide out in a different part of the universe from the still rabidly insane in a different way freakshow) and things settled down again.

And somewhere in all of that I met you (as one little person living in a computer meeting another), and later actually met you (she's real! she's real!).

And through it all (Firefly, monkeys, robots, Dr. Who, Alias, Torchwood, TSCC, Ghost Hunters, Chuck, stupid people making your eyes bleed, you still never having sent me UFO to take the red-pen-of-death to) I have never once regreting and often celebrated getting to know you.

Happy Birthday themonkeycabal!

And they all lived happily ever after...

Until the Giant Robots came.

but that's another story.

seriously. seriously. the frustration, it mounts.

grrr

Its not that she's actually stupid, per se, it's more along the lines of she is not really listening to what I am say. It's not processing and hence I now have to find and fix her mistakes. while I am trying to get my gak done.

now this is after dealing with teenagers this morning who had the same problem. enough already.

I know I'm very good at this crap and cannot expect other people to pick up as quickly as I do, but this shit has to stop. and what makes it worse? she took fucking notes on the whole process! step by step notes! why the fuck do I have to hold her fucking hand if she wrote down how to fucking do it?

GAH!

now, in the short time left I have to get my stuff done today. not happy at all.

also? if something is wrong why don't you figure out why on your own and not just ask me to do it for you? figuring it out on your own is how humans learn. this woman would be eaten by the zombies come the apocolaypse.

This Saturday is my first day off since nov 15 (Thanksgiving doesn't really count).

I have reached new levels of exhaustion.

I just spent the last three weeks doing theater with children. 60 children to be exact.

It was a version of hell I never want to go through again.

I am alive, contrary to popular opinion.

My will power is strong, which is the only reason I'm still functioning.

B-12 is my friend.

Ever notice that the difference between fiend and friend is one letter? Kinda says something doesn't it?

Chuck is my happy place.

I have a list of fics bookmarked to read, once my life is back to it's normal chaos. Broken Wings is top on that list. I need brains and time for that.

teaching is fun. no really. serious. love them high schoolers, really I do. At least class is later this year. Children are just as bad, but class is later.

now to do the data entry job that pays the bills the theater gig doesn't.

my life is so glamorous.

and margaritas will be drunk tonight.

later.