Middle of the Night Bullshit
Had jury selection this morning. Turns out it was different than last time - this case is gonna take 3 weeks so the attorneys are gonna spend 3 days sorting through the forms we filled out and on Friday we have to call in to see who has to go in on Tuesday.
I knew I wasn't going to be available so I asked the bailiff and this other person, a court manager or something, what I had to do. Both said to go to the county clerk desk and ask for a form. I briefly explained what was going on (family only has 1 vehicle, special needs kid, husband working nights) and they both said it sounded like they wouldn't call me. Phew!
Asked for the form, filled it out, and handed it back. The clerk lady looked it over and said "...you didn't list the days you'd be available." That's cuz I am not available. "You're here now." Cuz I lucked out that my husband had last night off. I won't be so lucky next week. "But you're a homemaker."
I just stared.
JUST A HOMEMAKER. Yeah, I sit on my ass all day eating chocolates while my kids are at school and I have PLENTY of time to come in for jury duty. HOW ABOUT FUCK YOUR FACE.
I politely asked if there was anything else she needed and she said no so I walked away. Cunt.
You know what I did today? I was up at 8. Mondays are usually my sleep-in days but not today. I had to be at the courthouse by 9:30. And I was there til noon doing jury duty shit and then getting a copy of Roxie's birth certificate while I was there.
I went home, slammed a pop tart, filled out an application for this Youth Special Olympics program for Holden and e-mailed it in, got it back saying I missed a segment, fixed it, and resent it.
At 2PM all 4 of us left the house and stopped at the landlady's office. She needed a copy of Roxie's birth certificate and social security card for our lease and I needed a new copy of the lease renewal form since the one I had was half-filled out when Alex got his new job so it was suddenly wrong.
From there we went to the school and had a 90-minute IEP meeting for Holden. That was all very good news, all of us are on the exact same page regarding Holden's schooling. Next year he's going to kindergarten again but we're just gonna launch him into full days and not try to work up to them. With Holden, it's easier to start with what we want and scale back than it is to start with less and add as we go. It was neat to see that all of us - the speech therapist, the special education teacher, his main kindergarten teacher, his PSA, and even the principal - were all thinking the EXACT same thing. It was a very positive experience this time and I'm glad. He's come such a long way and I'm proud of him.
Then to Wal-Mart for some groceries and other miscellaneous items; Roxie needed a summer hat, I found some Hello Kitty tattoos to use for nail designs, that kinda crap. Came home, made dinner, and then we all relaxed the rest of the night.
I might be a homemaker, but I certainly don't just sit on my ass all fucking day. Yes, today was extra busy, but even on days when we have nothing outside of the house, we have piles of laundry and other chores. I can't just skip on down to the courthouse anytime you need me. Idiot.
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Been feeling the writing bug again. I prefer to write my own stories but I have been known to write fanfic. I have posted some on the internet but it was ages ago and it was awful so I won't link to it.
I think I might wanna try my hand at some Dethklok fanfic but I'm not sure where I would start. I do really enjoy reading the NC-17 stuff but I don't think I could write it. And since my OTP varies by the day I don't wanna start writing something I really like but then end up hating later.
I've had an idea for a long time about Skwisgaar and Toki speaking in Norwegian/Swedish to each other, I haven't really read anything where that's been done and I think I could do it. I can't decide when it should take place in the series though. And the couple of times I sat down and kinda scribbled in my notebook (I like to write by hand) the canon ended up changing and while it doesn't bother me when other people's fics aren't perfectly canon I know it would bug the shit out of me. Like I had a whole theory about Toki and Skwisgaar meeting as runaway teenagers but then the season 3 premiere happened and we know that's not true and UUUUUUGH
Maybe I'll just keep sitting on it.
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Speaking of Toki, he's a sneaky shit. I rewatched Diversityklok and holy jeezus he's devious. Remind me never to get on his bad side. Still haven't watched Prankklok or Motherklok yet though, need to get on that.
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Did I mention I was in 2 of gerbilfluff's comics? Cuz I was, here and here. =3
No joke, I have always wanted to be in a webcomic. Years and years ago, I stumbled upon Boy Meets Boy and fell in love. Sandra linked to a lot of other comics, and those comics linked to other comics, and I got linked to comics by friends, and so by my senior year of high school I was following a lot of them. And what I always admired was the way the artists drew themselves or their friends. And I was always curious about what I would look like in their universe.
I still read webcomics but not nearly as much as I used to. A lot of the ones I used to read have ended (either the stories were complete or the artist gave up) and while I have found a few new ones, it's just not what it used to be. But that love for self-portraits and curiosity about myself have never waned.
And even though all I am in those two comics is a squiggly blob with a squiggly blob baby, I cannot express the amount of happy I have. Who knew all I had to do was run into a gerbil in a mask at a Dethklok concert? 8B
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My friend Tristan and I came to the conclusion that I need to have a scandalous affair with Robert Downey Jr.
I knew I wasn't going to be available so I asked the bailiff and this other person, a court manager or something, what I had to do. Both said to go to the county clerk desk and ask for a form. I briefly explained what was going on (family only has 1 vehicle, special needs kid, husband working nights) and they both said it sounded like they wouldn't call me. Phew!
Asked for the form, filled it out, and handed it back. The clerk lady looked it over and said "...you didn't list the days you'd be available." That's cuz I am not available. "You're here now." Cuz I lucked out that my husband had last night off. I won't be so lucky next week. "But you're a homemaker."
I just stared.
JUST A HOMEMAKER. Yeah, I sit on my ass all day eating chocolates while my kids are at school and I have PLENTY of time to come in for jury duty. HOW ABOUT FUCK YOUR FACE.
I politely asked if there was anything else she needed and she said no so I walked away. Cunt.
You know what I did today? I was up at 8. Mondays are usually my sleep-in days but not today. I had to be at the courthouse by 9:30. And I was there til noon doing jury duty shit and then getting a copy of Roxie's birth certificate while I was there.
I went home, slammed a pop tart, filled out an application for this Youth Special Olympics program for Holden and e-mailed it in, got it back saying I missed a segment, fixed it, and resent it.
At 2PM all 4 of us left the house and stopped at the landlady's office. She needed a copy of Roxie's birth certificate and social security card for our lease and I needed a new copy of the lease renewal form since the one I had was half-filled out when Alex got his new job so it was suddenly wrong.
From there we went to the school and had a 90-minute IEP meeting for Holden. That was all very good news, all of us are on the exact same page regarding Holden's schooling. Next year he's going to kindergarten again but we're just gonna launch him into full days and not try to work up to them. With Holden, it's easier to start with what we want and scale back than it is to start with less and add as we go. It was neat to see that all of us - the speech therapist, the special education teacher, his main kindergarten teacher, his PSA, and even the principal - were all thinking the EXACT same thing. It was a very positive experience this time and I'm glad. He's come such a long way and I'm proud of him.
Then to Wal-Mart for some groceries and other miscellaneous items; Roxie needed a summer hat, I found some Hello Kitty tattoos to use for nail designs, that kinda crap. Came home, made dinner, and then we all relaxed the rest of the night.
I might be a homemaker, but I certainly don't just sit on my ass all fucking day. Yes, today was extra busy, but even on days when we have nothing outside of the house, we have piles of laundry and other chores. I can't just skip on down to the courthouse anytime you need me. Idiot.
-----
Been feeling the writing bug again. I prefer to write my own stories but I have been known to write fanfic. I have posted some on the internet but it was ages ago and it was awful so I won't link to it.
I think I might wanna try my hand at some Dethklok fanfic but I'm not sure where I would start. I do really enjoy reading the NC-17 stuff but I don't think I could write it. And since my OTP varies by the day I don't wanna start writing something I really like but then end up hating later.
I've had an idea for a long time about Skwisgaar and Toki speaking in Norwegian/Swedish to each other, I haven't really read anything where that's been done and I think I could do it. I can't decide when it should take place in the series though. And the couple of times I sat down and kinda scribbled in my notebook (I like to write by hand) the canon ended up changing and while it doesn't bother me when other people's fics aren't perfectly canon I know it would bug the shit out of me. Like I had a whole theory about Toki and Skwisgaar meeting as runaway teenagers but then the season 3 premiere happened and we know that's not true and UUUUUUGH
Maybe I'll just keep sitting on it.
-----
Speaking of Toki, he's a sneaky shit. I rewatched Diversityklok and holy jeezus he's devious. Remind me never to get on his bad side. Still haven't watched Prankklok or Motherklok yet though, need to get on that.
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Did I mention I was in 2 of gerbilfluff's comics? Cuz I was, here and here. =3
No joke, I have always wanted to be in a webcomic. Years and years ago, I stumbled upon Boy Meets Boy and fell in love. Sandra linked to a lot of other comics, and those comics linked to other comics, and I got linked to comics by friends, and so by my senior year of high school I was following a lot of them. And what I always admired was the way the artists drew themselves or their friends. And I was always curious about what I would look like in their universe.
I still read webcomics but not nearly as much as I used to. A lot of the ones I used to read have ended (either the stories were complete or the artist gave up) and while I have found a few new ones, it's just not what it used to be. But that love for self-portraits and curiosity about myself have never waned.
And even though all I am in those two comics is a squiggly blob with a squiggly blob baby, I cannot express the amount of happy I have. Who knew all I had to do was run into a gerbil in a mask at a Dethklok concert? 8B
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My friend Tristan and I came to the conclusion that I need to have a scandalous affair with Robert Downey Jr.