Mixed Nuts

Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • Mixed Nuts

    Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
    sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
    Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • Mixed Nuts

    Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
    sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
    Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • Mixed Nuts

    Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
    sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
    Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • Grab Bag

    Jul. 15th, 2009 10:38 am
    sandmansister: (House of Doors Motel)
    Cleaning service showed up today. Yay! Except I didn't know they were coming... boo? (The last message I got was, "You can do Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday." Ooook?) But they're nearly done and that's A Good ThingTM (though imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at 7:45am)!

    My laptop is fixed and back on it's way to the local Nerd Herd Geek Squad. Yay! Except they never called me to tell me what was wrong—or how much repairs cost. Boo! But when I used the handy little tracking e-mail they sent to tell me what's the what, I saw verbiage to the effect of "covered by warranty." Yay? Yay!

    This, it seems, is the way of my life lately. Mixed blessings ending up mostly on the FTW! side. I'm pretty much OK with that.

    Except because I am a whacko freak (albeit an admittedly high-functioning one), I am trying not to spaz as the efficient Cleaning Goddesses go about their work... because Oh. Em. Gee. They're. Touching. My. STUFF!

    o_O

    Grab Bag

    Jul. 15th, 2009 10:38 am
    sandmansister: (House of Doors Motel)
    Cleaning service showed up today. Yay! Except I didn't know they were coming... boo? (The last message I got was, "You can do Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday." Ooook?) But they're nearly done and that's A Good ThingTM (though imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at 7:45am)!

    My laptop is fixed and back on it's way to the local Nerd Herd Geek Squad. Yay! Except they never called me to tell me what was wrong—or how much repairs cost. Boo! But when I used the handy little tracking e-mail they sent to tell me what's the what, I saw verbiage to the effect of "covered by warranty." Yay? Yay!

    This, it seems, is the way of my life lately. Mixed blessings ending up mostly on the FTW! side. I'm pretty much OK with that.

    Except because I am a whacko freak (albeit an admittedly high-functioning one), I am trying not to spaz as the efficient Cleaning Goddesses go about their work... because Oh. Em. Gee. They're. Touching. My. STUFF!

    o_O

    Grab Bag

    Jul. 15th, 2009 10:38 am
    sandmansister: (House of Doors Motel)
    Cleaning service showed up today. Yay! Except I didn't know they were coming... boo? (The last message I got was, "You can do Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday." Ooook?) But they're nearly done and that's A Good ThingTM (though imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at 7:45am)!

    My laptop is fixed and back on it's way to the local Nerd Herd Geek Squad. Yay! Except they never called me to tell me what was wrong—or how much repairs cost. Boo! But when I used the handy little tracking e-mail they sent to tell me what's the what, I saw verbiage to the effect of "covered by warranty." Yay? Yay!

    This, it seems, is the way of my life lately. Mixed blessings ending up mostly on the FTW! side. I'm pretty much OK with that.

    Except because I am a whacko freak (albeit an admittedly high-functioning one), I am trying not to spaz as the efficient Cleaning Goddesses go about their work... because Oh. Em. Gee. They're. Touching. My. STUFF!

    o_O

    Grab Bag

    Jul. 15th, 2009 10:38 am
    sandmansister: (House of Doors Motel)
    Cleaning service showed up today. Yay! Except I didn't know they were coming... boo? (The last message I got was, "You can do Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday." Ooook?) But they're nearly done and that's A Good ThingTM (though imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at 7:45am)!

    My laptop is fixed and back on it's way to the local Nerd Herd Geek Squad. Yay! Except they never called me to tell me what was wrong—or how much repairs cost. Boo! But when I used the handy little tracking e-mail they sent to tell me what's the what, I saw verbiage to the effect of "covered by warranty." Yay? Yay!

    This, it seems, is the way of my life lately. Mixed blessings ending up mostly on the FTW! side. I'm pretty much OK with that.

    Except because I am a whacko freak (albeit an admittedly high-functioning one), I am trying not to spaz as the efficient Cleaning Goddesses go about their work... because Oh. Em. Gee. They're. Touching. My. STUFF!

    o_O
    sandmansister: (Toon - Mellow Resigned Straightforward)
    A/C is fixed! It took only 15 minutes once the guy showed up (around 6:30pm yesterday). Thanks to MC Arson who allowed us to crash at his place Wednesday night. (Small world—he bought a house 2 blocks east of my WhereIUsedToLiveBeforeHouseOfDoors house.)

    He hasn't posted about it *gasp-of-mock-surprise!* but [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is getting a new car! Yay! I don't have to worry about the radiatior blowing up, or be extra nice (as if!) 'cuz he's hot and cranky from a no A/C commute!

    (Pester him for details, 'K?)

    I know I'm not that far into treatment, but jeez I am already weary of tent-like open-in-the-front muumuus made of bed sheets...

    ... also wishing for a week vacation to do nothing. That's the one big suck about consulting... boo.
    sandmansister: (Toon - Mellow Resigned Straightforward)
    A/C is fixed! It took only 15 minutes once the guy showed up (around 6:30pm yesterday). Thanks to MC Arson who allowed us to crash at his place Wednesday night. (Small world—he bought a house 2 blocks east of my WhereIUsedToLiveBeforeHouseOfDoors house.)

    He hasn't posted about it *gasp-of-mock-surprise!* but [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is getting a new car! Yay! I don't have to worry about the radiatior blowing up, or be extra nice (as if!) 'cuz he's hot and cranky from a no A/C commute!

    (Pester him for details, 'K?)

    I know I'm not that far into treatment, but jeez I am already weary of tent-like open-in-the-front muumuus made of bed sheets...

    ... also wishing for a week vacation to do nothing. That's the one big suck about consulting... boo.
    sandmansister: (Toon - Mellow Resigned Straightforward)
    A/C is fixed! It took only 15 minutes once the guy showed up (around 6:30pm yesterday). Thanks to MC Arson who allowed us to crash at his place Wednesday night. (Small world—he bought a house 2 blocks east of my WhereIUsedToLiveBeforeHouseOfDoors house.)

    He hasn't posted about it *gasp-of-mock-surprise!* but [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is getting a new car! Yay! I don't have to worry about the radiatior blowing up, or be extra nice (as if!) 'cuz he's hot and cranky from a no A/C commute!

    (Pester him for details, 'K?)

    I know I'm not that far into treatment, but jeez I am already weary of tent-like open-in-the-front muumuus made of bed sheets...

    ... also wishing for a week vacation to do nothing. That's the one big suck about consulting... boo.
    sandmansister: (Toon - Mellow Resigned Straightforward)
    A/C is fixed! It took only 15 minutes once the guy showed up (around 6:30pm yesterday). Thanks to MC Arson who allowed us to crash at his place Wednesday night. (Small world—he bought a house 2 blocks east of my WhereIUsedToLiveBeforeHouseOfDoors house.)

    He hasn't posted about it *gasp-of-mock-surprise!* but [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is getting a new car! Yay! I don't have to worry about the radiatior blowing up, or be extra nice (as if!) 'cuz he's hot and cranky from a no A/C commute!

    (Pester him for details, 'K?)

    I know I'm not that far into treatment, but jeez I am already weary of tent-like open-in-the-front muumuus made of bed sheets...

    ... also wishing for a week vacation to do nothing. That's the one big suck about consulting... boo.
    sandmansister: (Kaylee Shiny)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Kaylee Shiny)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Default)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Kaylee Shiny)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Wee Me)
    As those of you who have known me 1) well; or 2) for a long time probably know, I was adopted. I was only a month old, so I never had conflicting ideas about who my parents were growing up. (I knew folks who were toddler age, and remembered other mothers, siblings, and such. Unimaginable.) I've always known, too. My mom wasn't supposed to be able to carry a child to term, so they went through the arduous process. In the late 60s, of course, there was no such thing as open adoption. A little over two years later, my family had a miracle baby and my sister Patty was born. When mom was pregnant, I asked what was in her tummy, and did I come from there? No, I was told I was special. I never had the shock of finding out, and I am grateful that I was precocious enough to ask, and mom was smart enough to start with simple answers and stop when I seemed satisfied.

    I share all this because I firmly believe that the basis of my existence in this world is about love. I don't mean sickly sweet sappy hearts-and-flowers-and-squashy-babies-with-wings kind of love, either. I mean the kind of love that prompts a woman to tear out her own heart by giving her daughter away because it's what's best for her. I mean the kind of love that drives a couple to so seamlessly take a little girl into their home and into their heart. The kind where they forget a child is adopted, and if/when someone asks, they have to think hard to remember which kid it was.

    It wasn't always rosy, of course. In the early years of trying to figure out who you really are and find your place in the world, being adopted just makes it trickier. Not insurmountable, but it's a different challenge. And in trying for the best defense, I created a good offense so that no one could tease me about my "real mother" not wanting me. I told Patty that our parents were stuck with her. They got to pick me.

    On Friday, Febaruary the 13th, I celebrated the 40th anniversary of my birthing. As if that's not enough to wrap my brain around, I invited my birth mother (MM, the Michigan Momma) to join me. She did, and at 6:30pm that day I stood in my kitchen and watched the one that made me meet the one who raised me for the first time.

    Hory Clap.


    It took all of 2.5 seconds, I think, for them to realize they've known each other forever. They spent the rest of the ghoulishly themed Friday the 40th party with their heads conspiratorially close. I knew they would get along, but watching them bond? Ack! Now I am totally outnumbered!

    It was an amazing start to a wonderful event, and to all those who sent wishes, shared hugs, and gifted me with your presence and the occasional bag of loot, I am so grateful. Beyond grateful. Thank you for sharing in the love—and gore—that was Friday the 40th.

    On top of all that, I am fortunate enough to say that I had famous sickos showing up at my party: Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling, the Black Dahlia, Jason Voorhees, and plenty of victims. Me? I went as the killer from the 80s classic Happy Birthday to Me. Pictures of the crime scene are forthcoming.

    I'm still processing, so odds are good that you'll see multiple posts as I remember details. But this much I know... the Beatles were on to something: love is all you need. *schmoobles*
    sandmansister: (Wee Me)
    As those of you who have known me 1) well; or 2) for a long time probably know, I was adopted. I was only a month old, so I never had conflicting ideas about who my parents were growing up. (I knew folks who were toddler age, and remembered other mothers, siblings, and such. Unimaginable.) I've always known, too. My mom wasn't supposed to be able to carry a child to term, so they went through the arduous process. In the late 60s, of course, there was no such thing as open adoption. A little over two years later, my family had a miracle baby and my sister Patty was born. When mom was pregnant, I asked what was in her tummy, and did I come from there? No, I was told I was special. I never had the shock of finding out, and I am grateful that I was precocious enough to ask, and mom was smart enough to start with simple answers and stop when I seemed satisfied.

    I share all this because I firmly believe that the basis of my existence in this world is about love. I don't mean sickly sweet sappy hearts-and-flowers-and-squashy-babies-with-wings kind of love, either. I mean the kind of love that prompts a woman to tear out her own heart by giving her daughter away because it's what's best for her. I mean the kind of love that drives a couple to so seamlessly take a little girl into their home and into their heart. The kind where they forget a child is adopted, and if/when someone asks, they have to think hard to remember which kid it was.

    It wasn't always rosy, of course. In the early years of trying to figure out who you really are and find your place in the world, being adopted just makes it trickier. Not insurmountable, but it's a different challenge. And in trying for the best defense, I created a good offense so that no one could tease me about my "real mother" not wanting me. I told Patty that our parents were stuck with her. They got to pick me.

    On Friday, Febaruary the 13th, I celebrated the 40th anniversary of my birthing. As if that's not enough to wrap my brain around, I invited my birth mother (MM, the Michigan Momma) to join me. She did, and at 6:30pm that day I stood in my kitchen and watched the one that made me meet the one who raised me for the first time.

    Hory Clap.


    It took all of 2.5 seconds, I think, for them to realize they've known each other forever. They spent the rest of the ghoulishly themed Friday the 40th party with their heads conspiratorially close. I knew they would get along, but watching them bond? Ack! Now I am totally outnumbered!

    It was an amazing start to a wonderful event, and to all those who sent wishes, shared hugs, and gifted me with your presence and the occasional bag of loot, I am so grateful. Beyond grateful. Thank you for sharing in the love—and gore—that was Friday the 40th.

    On top of all that, I am fortunate enough to say that I had famous sickos showing up at my party: Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling, the Black Dahlia, Jason Voorhees, and plenty of victims. Me? I went as the killer from the 80s classic Happy Birthday to Me. Pictures of the crime scene are forthcoming.

    I'm still processing, so odds are good that you'll see multiple posts as I remember details. But this much I know... the Beatles were on to something: love is all you need. *schmoobles*
    sandmansister: (Wee Me)
    As those of you who have known me 1) well; or 2) for a long time probably know, I was adopted. I was only a month old, so I never had conflicting ideas about who my parents were growing up. (I knew folks who were toddler age, and remembered other mothers, siblings, and such. Unimaginable.) I've always known, too. My mom wasn't supposed to be able to carry a child to term, so they went through the arduous process. In the late 60s, of course, there was no such thing as open adoption. A little over two years later, my family had a miracle baby and my sister Patty was born. When mom was pregnant, I asked what was in her tummy, and did I come from there? No, I was told I was special. I never had the shock of finding out, and I am grateful that I was precocious enough to ask, and mom was smart enough to start with simple answers and stop when I seemed satisfied.

    I share all this because I firmly believe that the basis of my existence in this world is about love. I don't mean sickly sweet sappy hearts-and-flowers-and-squashy-babies-with-wings kind of love, either. I mean the kind of love that prompts a woman to tear out her own heart by giving her daughter away because it's what's best for her. I mean the kind of love that drives a couple to so seamlessly take a little girl into their home and into their heart. The kind where they forget a child is adopted, and if/when someone asks, they have to think hard to remember which kid it was.

    It wasn't always rosy, of course. In the early years of trying to figure out who you really are and find your place in the world, being adopted just makes it trickier. Not insurmountable, but it's a different challenge. And in trying for the best defense, I created a good offense so that no one could tease me about my "real mother" not wanting me. I told Patty that our parents were stuck with her. They got to pick me.

    On Friday, Febaruary the 13th, I celebrated the 40th anniversary of my birthing. As if that's not enough to wrap my brain around, I invited my birth mother (MM, the Michigan Momma) to join me. She did, and at 6:30pm that day I stood in my kitchen and watched the one that made me meet the one who raised me for the first time.

    Hory Clap.


    It took all of 2.5 seconds, I think, for them to realize they've known each other forever. They spent the rest of the ghoulishly themed Friday the 40th party with their heads conspiratorially close. I knew they would get along, but watching them bond? Ack! Now I am totally outnumbered!

    It was an amazing start to a wonderful event, and to all those who sent wishes, shared hugs, and gifted me with your presence and the occasional bag of loot, I am so grateful. Beyond grateful. Thank you for sharing in the love—and gore—that was Friday the 40th.

    On top of all that, I am fortunate enough to say that I had famous sickos showing up at my party: Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling, the Black Dahlia, Jason Voorhees, and plenty of victims. Me? I went as the killer from the 80s classic Happy Birthday to Me. Pictures of the crime scene are forthcoming.

    I'm still processing, so odds are good that you'll see multiple posts as I remember details. But this much I know... the Beatles were on to something: love is all you need. *schmoobles*
    sandmansister: (Wee Me)
    As those of you who have known me 1) well; or 2) for a long time probably know, I was adopted. I was only a month old, so I never had conflicting ideas about who my parents were growing up. (I knew folks who were toddler age, and remembered other mothers, siblings, and such. Unimaginable.) I've always known, too. My mom wasn't supposed to be able to carry a child to term, so they went through the arduous process. In the late 60s, of course, there was no such thing as open adoption. A little over two years later, my family had a miracle baby and my sister Patty was born. When mom was pregnant, I asked what was in her tummy, and did I come from there? No, I was told I was special. I never had the shock of finding out, and I am grateful that I was precocious enough to ask, and mom was smart enough to start with simple answers and stop when I seemed satisfied.

    I share all this because I firmly believe that the basis of my existence in this world is about love. I don't mean sickly sweet sappy hearts-and-flowers-and-squashy-babies-with-wings kind of love, either. I mean the kind of love that prompts a woman to tear out her own heart by giving her daughter away because it's what's best for her. I mean the kind of love that drives a couple to so seamlessly take a little girl into their home and into their heart. The kind where they forget a child is adopted, and if/when someone asks, they have to think hard to remember which kid it was.

    It wasn't always rosy, of course. In the early years of trying to figure out who you really are and find your place in the world, being adopted just makes it trickier. Not insurmountable, but it's a different challenge. And in trying for the best defense, I created a good offense so that no one could tease me about my "real mother" not wanting me. I told Patty that our parents were stuck with her. They got to pick me.

    On Friday, Febaruary the 13th, I celebrated the 40th anniversary of my birthing. As if that's not enough to wrap my brain around, I invited my birth mother (MM, the Michigan Momma) to join me. She did, and at 6:30pm that day I stood in my kitchen and watched the one that made me meet the one who raised me for the first time.

    Hory Clap.


    It took all of 2.5 seconds, I think, for them to realize they've known each other forever. They spent the rest of the ghoulishly themed Friday the 40th party with their heads conspiratorially close. I knew they would get along, but watching them bond? Ack! Now I am totally outnumbered!

    It was an amazing start to a wonderful event, and to all those who sent wishes, shared hugs, and gifted me with your presence and the occasional bag of loot, I am so grateful. Beyond grateful. Thank you for sharing in the love—and gore—that was Friday the 40th.

    On top of all that, I am fortunate enough to say that I had famous sickos showing up at my party: Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling, the Black Dahlia, Jason Voorhees, and plenty of victims. Me? I went as the killer from the 80s classic Happy Birthday to Me. Pictures of the crime scene are forthcoming.

    I'm still processing, so odds are good that you'll see multiple posts as I remember details. But this much I know... the Beatles were on to something: love is all you need. *schmoobles*

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