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Hmmm. An odd collection of bits tonight.
During the nightly talk with Dad last night, he told me that he plans to pay off my mother's car (that he'd let me drive since she died - the hubs and I had one trashy car between us), and sign it over to me. He's giving me Mom's car; it's only two years old! I told him to put the money in the bank, and he wanted to know why. He lives simply, and the house is paid for. He wanted to know what he'd use the money for. Then he repeated his plan; pay off the car and sign it over to me and then he said, "that's what fathers do." What can you say to a man like that? He's such a sweetheart.
Remember the garage bust-in a few weeks ago? Hubs fixed the door, good and sturdy and in better shape than when we bought the house. Well, we've been keeping an outside light on since it happened. A week or so ago the door was open. This thing has a latch that secures the door, and I can't think of a way for it to "accidentally" open. And if it hadn't been closed securely when I came in from work that day, it wouldn't have suddenly swung open hours later. I'm thinking that someone opened the door, looked around the garage and saw that the same crappy stuff was in there as the last time they went in for a look-see. Bastards. But...at least they didn't kick the friggin' door in this time.
We have a cute little raccoon family that waddles through the back yard in the very early morning, a mom and two adorably fat babies. They're the cutest things - even if they are wild and would probably claw my eyes out if I tried to pet them. :-D I'll admire them from afar (my bedroom window) thanks.
There's some writing stuff that I want to babble about, but I've got the headache from hell and I'm tired and my brain refuses to do what I want. So, the babbling shall have to wait.
Oh, and can I just say this...
JEE. ZUSS. GOD. Just tell the friggin' story, already! Nothing makes me crazier than coy, wordy fic that winds down the creek, across the river and into the next town before getting to the friggin' point. And no, this isn't about anyone on my friends list or either of the two stories that have featured in entries this week.
Speaking of one of those tales...I wish the bereaved lover had jumped off the cliff after him. Seriously. I'm serious, that would have redeemed the entire thing for me. I'd have been shocked, but in an "oh my god, their loveissopure and it's horrible, but it was inevitable" kind of way. It would have been tragically sad and romantically noble and stuff like that. Dammit.
And in other news, JC is the most adorable, beautiful, kinkily sexy man in the universe. That is all.
Wait! I was in another fandom where someone jumped on me for making the characters curse - and it wasn't excessive, either. It surprised me, because it was canon that the character cursed. I'm like, what's the deal?
I love Justin and his cursing habit. I love that he curses so much that he makes New Year's resolutions to stop - and then breaks his resolution. I love it because I curse, too, though I don't use the "F" word (just can't unless it's in fic). I remember hearing my brother and his buds doing their young male cursing-language bonding thing, and I hear that in my head when I write the guys. It pleases me to know that they do it for real. ...and I have absolutely no clue what the hell that was all about. :-)
During the nightly talk with Dad last night, he told me that he plans to pay off my mother's car (that he'd let me drive since she died - the hubs and I had one trashy car between us), and sign it over to me. He's giving me Mom's car; it's only two years old! I told him to put the money in the bank, and he wanted to know why. He lives simply, and the house is paid for. He wanted to know what he'd use the money for. Then he repeated his plan; pay off the car and sign it over to me and then he said, "that's what fathers do." What can you say to a man like that? He's such a sweetheart.
Remember the garage bust-in a few weeks ago? Hubs fixed the door, good and sturdy and in better shape than when we bought the house. Well, we've been keeping an outside light on since it happened. A week or so ago the door was open. This thing has a latch that secures the door, and I can't think of a way for it to "accidentally" open. And if it hadn't been closed securely when I came in from work that day, it wouldn't have suddenly swung open hours later. I'm thinking that someone opened the door, looked around the garage and saw that the same crappy stuff was in there as the last time they went in for a look-see. Bastards. But...at least they didn't kick the friggin' door in this time.
We have a cute little raccoon family that waddles through the back yard in the very early morning, a mom and two adorably fat babies. They're the cutest things - even if they are wild and would probably claw my eyes out if I tried to pet them. :-D I'll admire them from afar (my bedroom window) thanks.
There's some writing stuff that I want to babble about, but I've got the headache from hell and I'm tired and my brain refuses to do what I want. So, the babbling shall have to wait.
Oh, and can I just say this...
JEE. ZUSS. GOD. Just tell the friggin' story, already! Nothing makes me crazier than coy, wordy fic that winds down the creek, across the river and into the next town before getting to the friggin' point. And no, this isn't about anyone on my friends list or either of the two stories that have featured in entries this week.
Speaking of one of those tales...I wish the bereaved lover had jumped off the cliff after him. Seriously. I'm serious, that would have redeemed the entire thing for me. I'd have been shocked, but in an "oh my god, their loveissopure and it's horrible, but it was inevitable" kind of way. It would have been tragically sad and romantically noble and stuff like that. Dammit.
And in other news, JC is the most adorable, beautiful, kinkily sexy man in the universe. That is all.
Wait! I was in another fandom where someone jumped on me for making the characters curse - and it wasn't excessive, either. It surprised me, because it was canon that the character cursed. I'm like, what's the deal?
I love Justin and his cursing habit. I love that he curses so much that he makes New Year's resolutions to stop - and then breaks his resolution. I love it because I curse, too, though I don't use the "F" word (just can't unless it's in fic). I remember hearing my brother and his buds doing their young male cursing-language bonding thing, and I hear that in my head when I write the guys. It pleases me to know that they do it for real. ...and I have absolutely no clue what the hell that was all about. :-)
