If I eat another piece of pie, I'll die. If I don't eat another piece of pie, I'll die.
A belated happy birthday to tsuki_no_bara , and happy birthday in advance to twasadark . Perhaps this is cheating, but my well wishes are sincere, and the volume of homework I've been dealing with (and will continue to deal with for the next two weeks) is seriously cramping my already limited LJ style. Anyway. tsuki_no_bara , I hope you had an excellent birthday. twasadark , I hope yours is everything you want it to be.
Happy Thanksgiving to my American flisties, and well wishes to Canadian (or any non-American) readers who already celebrated/don't celebrate. I'm grateful for my husband, our health, our cats, and the continued well-being of our endlessly frustrating families. The last 2-3 years have presented us with a number of serious challenges, and I didn't always know how to keep on keepin' on. But we've been lucky this year, and I'm grateful for all the good fortune in our lives. I'm also grateful for everyone I've met through fandom. I am so glad I came out of lurkdom and started participating. You all are amazing.
I have a couple of quick stories.
This one's kind of funny:
On Tuesday I left school after a long day in class and went to pick up a few more Thanksgiving dinner supplies from the store where I work. I bought too much, and struggled with my bags across the street to the bus stop with my iPod in my jeans pocket and the headphones slung around the arm loop of my backpack. When I set my bags down at the stop, I realized that I'd jerked on my headphones and dislodged the iPod from my pocket. It was gone.
I assumed that meant it was somewhere on the floor of the 75,000 square foot grocery store across the street. This caused some panic, not just because I love my iPod, but because it was paused in the middle of a particularly steamy SGA McShep podfic. The idea of having to claim the lost iPod from a coworker, who might somehow have figured out what I was listening to, was terrifying. Also, part of my brain was incensed at the idea of my fangirl status being exposed when that's not even my fandom. Srsly.
I gathered my bags back together and prepared to head back to the store. That's when I saw it: my iPod, in the middle of the busy street which lay between me and my store. I felt a surge of relief - no one had heard my porn! I was safe! Then I watched as a stream of cars proceeded to run over my iPod.
This one is in the spirit of the season:
My mom, like most moms, is kind of weird. She lives across the continent, and when we talk on the phone she tends to monopolize the conversation with long monologues about her neighbors physical ailments, the neighborhood association, and improvements she's done to the house. She also never calls me. I have to call her, or we don't talk. Which I kind of resent, because her calls to me seemed to stop right around the time of my first miscarriage two years ago. Way to support, Mom.
Anyway, I called her this evening to wish her a happy Thanksgiving. I asked her what she and my father had done to celebrate, and she told me a story about a neighbor whose teeth fell out in her sleep. I swear I'm not making this up. Then she told me about a local outdoor cat who she thought ought to be put down for its own good, and gave me an update on the physical decline of an elderly many times removed cousin who lives in the area. All this from asking what they did for dinner.
Sigh. Nickelhusband is half-heartedly watching the Beyonce special on TV, waiting me to finish my (ahem) homework so we can enjoy the holiday evening together. We've already stuffed ourselves with field roast, root vegetables, and pie, and it's time to pop the top button of our pants and engage in the time-honored American tradition of reclining in a stupor before the gentle glow of the television screen.
Happy Thanksgiving to my American flisties, and well wishes to Canadian (or any non-American) readers who already celebrated/don't celebrate. I'm grateful for my husband, our health, our cats, and the continued well-being of our endlessly frustrating families. The last 2-3 years have presented us with a number of serious challenges, and I didn't always know how to keep on keepin' on. But we've been lucky this year, and I'm grateful for all the good fortune in our lives. I'm also grateful for everyone I've met through fandom. I am so glad I came out of lurkdom and started participating. You all are amazing.
I have a couple of quick stories.
This one's kind of funny:
On Tuesday I left school after a long day in class and went to pick up a few more Thanksgiving dinner supplies from the store where I work. I bought too much, and struggled with my bags across the street to the bus stop with my iPod in my jeans pocket and the headphones slung around the arm loop of my backpack. When I set my bags down at the stop, I realized that I'd jerked on my headphones and dislodged the iPod from my pocket. It was gone.
I assumed that meant it was somewhere on the floor of the 75,000 square foot grocery store across the street. This caused some panic, not just because I love my iPod, but because it was paused in the middle of a particularly steamy SGA McShep podfic. The idea of having to claim the lost iPod from a coworker, who might somehow have figured out what I was listening to, was terrifying. Also, part of my brain was incensed at the idea of my fangirl status being exposed when that's not even my fandom. Srsly.
I gathered my bags back together and prepared to head back to the store. That's when I saw it: my iPod, in the middle of the busy street which lay between me and my store. I felt a surge of relief - no one had heard my porn! I was safe! Then I watched as a stream of cars proceeded to run over my iPod.
This one is in the spirit of the season:
My mom, like most moms, is kind of weird. She lives across the continent, and when we talk on the phone she tends to monopolize the conversation with long monologues about her neighbors physical ailments, the neighborhood association, and improvements she's done to the house. She also never calls me. I have to call her, or we don't talk. Which I kind of resent, because her calls to me seemed to stop right around the time of my first miscarriage two years ago. Way to support, Mom.
Anyway, I called her this evening to wish her a happy Thanksgiving. I asked her what she and my father had done to celebrate, and she told me a story about a neighbor whose teeth fell out in her sleep. I swear I'm not making this up. Then she told me about a local outdoor cat who she thought ought to be put down for its own good, and gave me an update on the physical decline of an elderly many times removed cousin who lives in the area. All this from asking what they did for dinner.
Sigh. Nickelhusband is half-heartedly watching the Beyonce special on TV, waiting me to finish my (ahem) homework so we can enjoy the holiday evening together. We've already stuffed ourselves with field roast, root vegetables, and pie, and it's time to pop the top button of our pants and engage in the time-honored American tradition of reclining in a stupor before the gentle glow of the television screen.