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28 October 2009 @ 03:00 pm
Ethan and I both have swine flu.

27 February 2009 @ 12:20 pm
08 February 2009 @ 05:59 pm
A few pointless things: 
1.  I pretty much love my fiction workshop professor/thesis advisor. His advice is damn near spot on most of the time, and moreover, he has a way of stating what needs to happen with a story in a way that is precise and incredibly clear. The downside of this is that, following the "Aha!" moment, I sometimes feel rather stupid for not seeing it the first time.

2.  My classes are all ridiculous this semester. I love them, but I'm also kind of afraid that my women in islam class is going to make me irrationally bitter towards men. I occasionally want to burn or otherwise deface one of the textbooks, not because it is hard to read or uninteresting (to the contrary) but because the information it provides is often dark and depressing.

3.  I'm going out for drinks on Wednesday with some meritorious people from my workshop class and a couple of other friends who write, and write well. I'm really kind of excited about this; I think I need a bigger community of writers than I have right now, and am hoping this becomes a regular thing.

4.  I love my friends and I love to entertain them. I do not love the aftermath of having entertained-- namely, that I am ridiculously behind on everything I need to do for school.

5. It's 63 here today. 63! I both love and hate this, as well. This faux spring will disappear and leave me hungry for the real thing, which won't come for a few months now. BOO winter.
30 January 2009 @ 06:05 pm
So I stopped taking Yaz, the pill I was on that made me a crazy, combative, shrewish bitch (I say that like you people would know this, but considering I haven't posted about it, you don't... there needs to be an RSS feed directly to my brain. Let's cut out the middleman! Who needs a computer!)

I hadn't told anyone this, not really, because I felt like it would make me sound like a crazy person. The floodgates opened when I told Lynn I'd gone off the pill today because it made me a bit wacko, and she asked me if it was Yaz.  As it turns out, we both had horrible side effects (obviously) and her sister had a heart attack because of Yaz, too. 

REGARDLESS. I stopped taking it recenty, after a month of ridiculous arguments over stupid shit, blowing comments made entirely out of context, losing any and all confidence in myself, my (hopeful) profession, skills as a mother, and an overwhelming desire to commit suicide (I've never felt that way before. EVER. And for the first time, in the last few weeks, I've honestly thought about how easy it would be, and how it was the right thing to do, and it made perfect, logical sense in my head at the time.) I can honestly say I am a different person after two weeks.  I feel like *myself* again. I'm not angry, I'm not paranoid, I'm not self-hating. I no longer want to drive my car off the road or open the gun safe.

I can write again.  I can talk to people again.

In talking to a long-time friend today, it turns out most of the issues she was having with being in a "funk" last year were also due to being on Yaz. Mood swings, uncontrollable crying, and she also found herself suicidal. She is also not the type to think suicidal thoughts. We're both too arrogant for that kind of noise. 

So, what is this post? A public service announcement? I don't know. In part, it's a call for suggestion. I don't want to be on the pill at all-- I had some minor issues last time I was on it, though nothing this bad, not to mention that whole pregnancy thing happening anyway-- but I'm not sure I'm ready to say I'm not going to have kids sometime in the next five years, so another Mirena is out for now. 

Tell me your best and worst birth control stories. And stay away from Yaz, for the love of god.
Current Mood: relievedrelieved
30 January 2009 @ 01:42 pm
I just told my desperately-wants-to-be-a-nudist son, who was lounging indolently around the house in nothing but a pair of socks, to put some clothes on.

He answered with "So girls don't laugh at me?"

I really thought I had a few more years before he started worrying about what girls think of him...
08 November 2008 @ 02:24 pm
It's awesome to catch up with old friends. I didn't realize how much I missed them until I did.

Role Models is a fairly hilarious movie with great one-liners. I highly recommend you go see it. Seeing it after a couple of drinks is even better.

Off to finish cleaning up before we have people over tonight...
04 November 2008 @ 11:09 pm
That's what I wanted to see.

I'm proud to be alive to see this day.

And I can't wait to see tomorrow, either.
28 October 2008 @ 12:49 pm
Stayed home from school today. Ethan was coughing all night and his nose has been running since yesterday. I do believe I've been had, though, ladies and gentlemen; although this morning he gave me his very best croaky-voice-and-sick-boy act, complete with the deadly helpless looks, he is now darting around the house like he's on crack and generally acting happy. And when I asked him if he was really feeling too sick for school this morning, he got a guilty look on his face (like his father, he is categorically incapable of telling a lie) and shuffled his feet. I'm severely annoyed, as I wanted to take off from class on Thursday to go to his halloween parade and I really can't afford to miss this entire week of class, so now I can't.

I'm not ready for deception, people! Motherhood. It ain't easy.

Reposted from the Flist. Holy hell, if you've ever played d&d, this is hilarious.

Are there any girls there?Collapse )
19 October 2008 @ 11:48 am
So, my stupid ass didn't get into bed until 2 am last night, and I think I may have undercooked the chicken we had for dinner-- from about 2:30 on Ethan had me up every hour, either because of nightmares or because his stomach was bothering him. He kept feeling like he needed to throw up but couldn't, poor baby.  Thankfully around 6 am I turned it over to Brad, who was also complaining of some stomach pains. I'm fine, though. Maybe I'm just more resistant to salmonella. 

I love Facebook, as it has put me back in contact with three of my very favorite people. 

Today includes straining out the chicken stock I've had cooking in the crock pot for the last 15 hours (speaking of which-- how do you all keep  your stock? Do you freeze it? I normally do, but I'm looking for advice on good containers to freeze in-- too often my stock ends up with freezerburn) cleaning the house, reading 200 pages of Moby Dick and another 200  of Sense and Sensibility. Ugh.

All I really want to do is write; I technically need to anyway as I have another story submission due next Sunday and I'm not sure what I'm submitting just yet.  That's probably going to have to get put off for a couple of days, though, as I'm deep in the shit as far as schoolwork goes at the moment.

Later we may take the Nut to the pumpkin patch, depending on when Brad gets back from shooting with the boys.

What's  up on your Sunday?