I am so incredibly stressed out from this election of the one of the most horrifyingly possible people to the office of president, that even the mild additional stress of trying to call my doctor's office and preparing to host a party have me literally screaming at the walls, bursting into tears, and wanting to fling things. I don't know think I'm ( Read more... )

Ah... I haven't been keeping up much with all that's been going on with me, so lemme catch people up, for all who are still reading me.

The husband and I have bought a new house!

( The Saga, the Drama, the Furniture Arranging )

There's a reason I have a LiveJournal, and it's because there is some stuff you just can't put on Facebook ( Read more... )

Or, where Jaune Chat needs to rant about her household, her husband, an unequal division of labor, and just Go To the Damn Doctor, Sweetie.

( It should not be this hard )

Ooooo.... kay.

So... something just happened that was not good. I'd like to talk about it.

( Talking about original fiction writer's club and hubby's strange reaction. )

It's my birthday! I'm 32 years old! Huzzah!

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday dear Jaune Chat,
Happy birthday to me!

So, the other week, Mr. Chat made a lamb roast. And though the lamb was stupidly expensive for being so out-of-season, we rubbed it with herbs and lemon juice, pushed garlic into it, and roasted it, and it was quite good. But then we were left with two meaty lamb bones just chock full of flavor ( Read more... )

Sorry anons, but the level of spam has just gotten to unprecedented levels. I've tried being patient, I've tried CAPCHA, and now it's gotten to the level of disabling anonymous comments. I swear to Pete, if I have to see one more spamvertizement for Ugg boots, Chanel bags, duty-free cigarretts, or cheap Nike jerseys, I'm gonna lose it.

So, I am a big fan of trick-or-treat. And as I'm too old to go myself, what we end up doing is setting up a big display in the front yard and making the kids work for their candy. "We" being my husband and another couple, and the front yard being my mother's front yard, as she gets five times the foot traffic or more than at our house ( Read more... )

There are some good things and some bad things about my job. (For those that don't know, I work in an aluminum rolling mill.) I wanted to give you guys the low-down on why I do what I do, and then share some rather sobering news about what happened last Monday night.

Bad Things:No air conditioning - Which means in the summer it can get over a ( Read more... )