Just dropping in quicklike to let you guys know that I'm here, I'm safe, and dear lord on toast do I hate the bus. It was a long, boring, tiring trip, cramped and boring and I had to share a seat with an overly perky psychology major. Honestly, does it not make sense that if a person is wearing earphones and there's sound coming from them, they' ( Read more... )

Okay, so this is off with me. In... roughly twelve hours I'll be in Vancouver, being picked up by my sister at the bus depot. Joy. How do I love buses? (Hint? Not even a little bit ( Read more... )

So. This is the other side of Christmas. It makes me sleepy, but not tired. Thank goodness I've got two weekends and a full week before I have to go back to work ( Read more... )

I think, all too often, we don't take the time to tell the people in our lives how much they mean to us. I know I'm certainly guilty of that, even though I'm blessed to have wonderful friends and co-writers who I love and appreciate and am so glad they're in my life. So when an opportunity comes up for me to tell one of them how much they mean to ( Read more... )

Also packing tape, and balled up newspaper, and other moving related nonsense. Except that no, I don't love these things, and I'm totally fibbing because yeah. No. And we haven't even really, really gotten into an unpacking groove yet, because we've had company for the past two days. Now, granted, he was here on a research trip, and he couldn't ( Read more... )

So, last night, I got to spend my first full day and night all by myself since we moved here. Bliss. Seriously. I got to run around and sing along to the Dixie Chicks at the top of my lungs, and watch six episodes of Heroes, and eat white powdered donuts without my dad acting like they were going to kill me (seriously, this isn't Flowers in the ( Read more... )

The year, and the Smashing Pumpkins song. Almost everyone in my grad class was born in 1979, which made us all graduates in 1997. Which makes today my 10 year high school reunion ( Read more... )

It really does feel kind of surreal, honestly. I fought getting a journal for a good... well, since about February of that year, which was when I found fanfic. I didn't see a point in having a journal--I didn't think I'd ever use it. I didn't write, I didn't even beta, and I was too shy to leave feedback or comments, even anonymously ( Read more... )

The good:

- I had an awesome weekend in apetslife-land. We watched SPN and bird documentaries and put together an exercise bike (I tell you, we are party people, man!), and chattered our heads off pretty much non-stop. Oh, and I got to visit the worlds cutest pony who did not eat me or even freak me out at all (usually I have some pretty serious horse- ( Read more... )

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday--good wishes, cards, posts, emails and presents, I was really and truly spoiled--thank you all.

And for now, off I go to visit apetslife for the weekend! This is my first meet-an-online-person-in-person, and I'm totally excited, even with having to ride the greyhound for, well, ever. Oh, ( Read more... )