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Miaren Crow's Daughter's Blurty:
| Thursday, October 28th, 2004 | |
| 12:48 am | Puzzled I just got a letter from an electric company. It says they have no record of a customer at my meter. I have to call them tomorrow. I have no idea what's going on - whether they're going to want immediate payment for an uncertain amount of time (We've been here since September '03, and the lights were on when we got here. I always assumed that it, like the water bill, was handled through my sister.) Current Mood:  distressed |
| Friday, September 24th, 2004 | |
| 11:02 pm | Truckers are the root of all evil. My friend Hawk has also recently become a trucker. He lives in a trailer park in East Bumfuck, VA, and they refuse to let him park his truck or bob-tail there. In fact, the entire county of East Bumfuck has a problem with allowing truckers to park in the county. This is why: Truckers attract prostitutes. All prostitutes are drug addicts, so they attract dealers. Drug dealers cause an increase in teen-aged drug use. Increases in teen-age drug use cause gangs. Gangs cause an increase in crime. Increases in crime drive down property values. (for trailer parks?) Therefore, truckers drive down property values. Repeat after me: BUH?!? Current Mood:  confused |
| Tuesday, August 31st, 2004 | |
| 11:39 am | Attitude. Disney is about to get a rather pissed off letter from me. In the midst of their programming for preschoolers is a show called "Rolie Polie Olie", and it appears to be the source of a bunch of attitude that I've seen recently. So far, she's acquired the following phrases from it: "Oh, maaaan!" (when being told to do something she doesn't want to do) "Allll riiiight..." (when it's clear I'm not bending) and today "It's not fair". (This when I told her she could have the computer after I finished checking mail.) Then we had the Lego-throwing incident. I'm not sure where she got that, but I saw her hurl several pieces when she was frustrated with a collapsing structure (she has yet to figure out building stability.) The Legos were promptly put away on top of the fridge, and did she *HOWL*. I told her that she could do without them for 10 minutes, hugged her, and put her on the Daddy Chair. She's stopped crying already, and she has 6 more minutes to deal without them. Current Mood:  annoyedCurrent Music: *My* shows, dammit |
| Wednesday, August 25th, 2004 | |
| 10:05 pm | Blah. We decimated the back yard today - rototilled it down to slightly mulchy soil (from all the grass and leaves that got tilled into it. My sister is considering putting in a brick patio area, and planting some stuff that won't need as much tending. I'm thinking there should be a privacy vine on the trellis next to the church. Either grapevine or honeysuckle, maybe trumpet vine. Something that will climb and spread over the fence and trellis. I've gotten quite a bit done on my drawing. The staff is complete, but I won't upload that until the very last bit. All four wings, the head, and a rough sketch of the male half of the chest are done. I've got photo references for the female arm and hand, and I'm thinking that I should be able to get male photo references over the Twilight Reflections weekend. (Hey, wanna be a photo model? Just let me get the camera and the wine goblet....) |
| Saturday, August 14th, 2004 | |
| 10:57 am | Whooops Forgot to update yesterday :) Yesterday was mostly ordinary, although Hazel has inherited some "Jewish mother" genes from her Nana. I was having "girl issues" (no little brother this year!) and while I was upstairs dealing with that, she comes up to me and says "Eat your food, you feel better." Last night she woke up twice, once at 4:xx (and got taken back to her room) and once at 6:xx. The second time, I was half resigned to getting up, but she curled up next to me and we slept in. It's been a while since I've been able to stay in bed till 10. I've finished the sketch for the right-hand wings, and I'm rather pleased with the way they've come out. OK, the to-be-dark-later angel wing was just a mirror-tool away from the white angel wing, but the moth wing was carefully constructed by lining up oval-tools to create a smooth curve. I'm such a math-geek. Erp. That means I need to start working on the human bits. Wait, there's still a staff-topper and a cup to design. Yeah, that's it. Current Mood:  awake |
| Thursday, August 12th, 2004 | |
| 8:09 pm | Gah! OK, not much happened today...my sister brought the car back (and was surprised by the proximity sensors), we pulled some of the less tenacious yardstuff - we now have a sidewalk back there. My second wing is up on my art gallery Anyways, I was working on something and Hazel was next to me coloring. OK, that's good.... Then she moved behind my eye-range and was still coloring. Turn. Look. Orange marker. All over the base unit to her LeapPad. And on her. The video went off until I was able to locate the cap to the marker (she said it was "hiding.") The funny thing was how she drew on herself: Two long lines from her knees to her ankles down the shin, and lines along each finger down to the wrist on the palmside. Current Mood:  artistic |
| 12:23 am | One of the commentators *finally* made a comment about the fact that Scott Peterson (on trial in CA) was a ::cough:: fertilizer salesman. For those not following the case, the man claimed to be in Paris on New Years, as well as having other international trips on other occasions. I never thought I'd hear a grown man fake a bad cell connection. "Sorry ::kssshhhh:: barely ::ksshhhh:: you" level faking. Today was reasonably good, took Hazel out to the pop-frogs. We would have gone to the park with the swings, but it rained heavily this morning and throughout the day. After consulting with my sister, we've decided to nuke the backyard and re-seed it. So I put down a couple of tarps over about half the yard and weighted them with some mulch bags. Current Mood:  amused |
| Wednesday, August 11th, 2004 | |
| 9:17 am | Morning... Finally finished the recent package for work. There are a couple labs in the UK that should have various personnel shot for not being able to document their experiments. Hazel woke up at 2, but it took me less than 7 minutes to get her back to sleep. My sister came over for dinner last night, and we'll be going out tonight for the usual Wednesday night parking shuffle. I'm going to start looking for the new TW pattern - Hazel has her Yule stocking from Black Swan already. Ick. It's raining. |
| Monday, August 9th, 2004 | |
| 4:29 pm | New deviation (Link is in the last entry) This is the "wish cover" for my novel. It's they way I'd want the cover to look if I can have any say in it. It's missing the two main characters, because I want to get them "just right" before incorporating them. |
| Saturday, August 7th, 2004 | |
| 12:47 am | As some would say, "Moof." I've joined the herd :) I now have a DA account for the sole purpose of showing off the work-in-progress that I descibed in my last entry. Here it is My first entry is in the Scraps section here Current Mood:  accomplished |
| Wednesday, August 4th, 2004 | |
| 12:11 am | A new design is filtering into my brain OK, it's using a jackhammer, not a filter. And I have to tell someone or my brain will burst. This is for a House that I recently attended the warming of, consisting of several members of House Kepheru . The central figure is an androgyne, one half physically male and the other physically female. The facial features will have that pre-Raphaelite androgyny feel to them, the hair (color=?) shoulder length, with enough wave to keep it interesting. The figure will be wearing a simple robe (color=?) that leaves the male half of the chest bare and provides enough contour to make the female half identifiable. The robe will be belted at the waist with a sword clearly visible on the male hip. (Feet/shoes=?). A braided cord (colors=research) will be worn as a sash of office. The male hand will be holding a cup at chest level (high enough for the dual gender to still be visible). The female hand will be holding a staff vertically, hand at waist level, topped with an ankh/scarab combination. Finally, the wings. These actually were the first part to suggest their inclusion. On the male side, a dark bat-like wing, fully extended in front of a white/light feathered wing, half-open (maybe a 30-45 degree angle from the wingtip to the "elbow" to the shoulder). On the female side, a butterfly/moth wing (I'm still screening candidates here - have a number from the silkmoth spp.) fully extended in front of a black/dark feathered wing that mirrors the light one. The fact that I can't draw a straight line without a linetool is not lost on me. I can see this figure, though. ::curses the fact that holding a camera to one's forehead DOESN'T WORK!!!!:: Current Mood:  frustratedCurrent Music: ...but creatively so. |
| Friday, July 23rd, 2004 | |
| 3:42 pm | It's a good thing It's a wonderful feeling to have to decide between new employers. Current Mood:  good |
| Friday, July 16th, 2004 | |
| 10:02 pm | My mother practices autocolonoscopy Here's the situation: My husband and I are traveling to DC for a friend's wedding. The service and reception are "Adults only", so we're leaving our child with a a good friend in MD that is on our way. My mother lives just south and west of DC. Dear mother: You know that "bathie time" starts around 8:30, and getting to bed goes until sometime after 9:00. So what time do you call? 9:00. So, of course, you get to talk to my husband, who tells you what's up with our life, and that we are going to this wedding. I *don't* appreciate you calling up *his* mother and crying to her that we're not letting you be a grandmother. For one thing, she's not in the best of health, and you just end up stressing her out by putting her in the middle like this. For another - how often did we ever visit your mother or Dad's mother as children? MAYBE once a year. And Dad's mother lived closer to you than we do now. You say you haven't heard from us - I called on Father's Day, talked to Dad, you never got on the phone. I found out later from my sister about the "big news" that you apparently couldn't wait to share with everyone. Every time we visit you, there is drama. You either criticize every decision we've made in our lives, or you get upset when we want to leave at the time that we had originally planned to leave. Yes, we told you we wanted to be home at a certain time, and would have to take that into account. I find it sadly amusing that you've told my sister that your father (who she loves dearly) "wasn't the easiest person to live with". I see where you've gotten it from. Fed up Your daughter. Current Mood:  angry |
| Wednesday, July 7th, 2004 | |
| 11:41 pm | Book update First real rejection letter. If anyone cares to know, you know how to reach me. Current Mood:  aggravated |
| Monday, July 5th, 2004 | |
| 10:48 pm | This week will be newsworthy What a collision of events! We've known for weeks that this Friday is when DS is going for his CDL test, but I've gotten news that by the end of the week I'll be finding out if the publisher wants to read the rest of my novel. I think my loan at the Karmic Bank has finally cleared. Current Mood:  bouncy |
| Friday, June 25th, 2004 | |
| 9:05 am | Figures  Discover your Zodiac Personality @ Quiz Me I've always said that I was way too typical of my sign. Current Mood: awake |
| Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004 | |
| 9:17 pm | How do you tell them? "Please don't do that." "It's fun, don't you think so?" "No, I don't. It makes me uncomfortable." "But it looks that way to me." "Not everyone thinks so. *I* don't think so. Please stop." "It's just the way I am." "I. Said. No." But they don't stop. And you keep trying to explain, to convince, to withdraw, to defend. On the one hand, you feel as though forcing the issue by severing the relationship would hurt even more - they are so well-connected that you hesitate to be classed as "the Enemy". On the other hand, you have your own boundaries, you've posted the warning signs, "Keep out", "No trespassing", "Never mind the dog, beware of owner." But they don't see them. They don't hear them. Once they've managed to cross the line once - including that first time when they didn't know the line, and you had to tell them, *did* tell them - and verbally, not assuming that they could interpret the sudden coldness, the cessation of laughter, the stiffening spine, the veil behind the eyes - they will not stop crossing that line. And you can't escape them. You go places and hear their name, see them around. You try a new venue, and they appear. Your friends know their friends - may even be their friends. A few even understand and a few have even been through it, but they don't have any more solutions than you do. You don't want to have to restructure your social circle. You don't want to tell your friends who they can socialize with. You don't want to drag your friends into the class of "the Enemy" - because no-one can be friends with "the Enemy" and not *be* "the Enemy". You want some safety, some sanity, even just some silence. There is a compression that you feel - have been feeling - to the point that you wonder what it would be like if it weren't there. Your speech is guarded, trying to eliminate openings. Your reactions are scrutinized before they are expressed - how will that be interpreted? Some people notice the change, ask you about it. Some of them can be told. Others can't. They don't see that the line-crossing is just as unnerving as a stalker or a persistent crank-caller. Some of them may even try to reassure you that "Oh, don't worry about that - they do that to a *lot* of people. Just ignore it." But it doesn't make it any easier to deal with. You can't ignore it, and just because others have had the same experience doesn't make it acceptable...does it? Why is it that other people who are accused of this behaviour - wrongly or rightly - get flamed, get ostracized, get the hairy eyeball from the group 'W' bench? But this person, who casually waltzes across the boundaries that others have set, is treated with at least outward toleration. You start to doubt your interpretation. Did you invite this? Is it something you did? Is the blame - any of it - yours? If it is a *real* problem, why doesn't anyone else say anything? Or you tell yourself - or someone else tells you - that you should confront that person *yet again* when they cross the line. But how do you tell them? How can you make them understand? Stop means stop. No means no. |
| Saturday, June 19th, 2004 | |
| 10:14 pm | Awwwwwwww There's something frighteningly cute about a three-year-old singing Bowie's "Dance Magic". Especially after she's just finished singing "Rippy the Gator." |
| 8:07 am | Blah. Hazel got up at 6:30 today. While this virtually guarantees a nap today, I could have done with another hour or three of sleep. I'm not sure what it is, but I haven't been sleeping well at *all* recently. I've considered trying to go to bed early, but even when I go to bed late, I'm still having trouble falling asleep. Add to that the fact that I have work to do again, so I have to stay up at least an hour after I put her to bed. Then there's the fact that I want to have a *little* time "to be me, for myself" - usually that's done during nap-time, but naps have been less regular these days. Current Mood:  exhaustedCurrent Music: cartoons I prefer not to be awake for |
| Thursday, June 10th, 2004 | |
| 6:40 pm | |
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