Memories are films about ghosts

Fall.

I love it.

Also, I haven’t written one stinking word for NaNoWriMo.

GAWD. Before NaNo I was a typing DEMON (totally unofficial for my word count). This is the first year I’ve WANTED to do it and didn’t even try.

I have my excuses… Really, as soon as I figure out wtf they are I’ll get back to you.

In other news… airplants are my newest obsession.

In other other news I’m seriously considering flying Kritty to ATL to visit me. I’ve gone to visit her BUT she’s never been here and she’s not seen the kids in …gawd… almost 5 years.  And she’s NEVER met Keegan.

Also, SisterInLaws. Granted I only have the one but she’s really awesome. For a while I wished I had a sister like her only to realize that the girl would effing hate me by now!

And teasing A.P. is just the best thing in the world. For me. She probably hates me.

Gaining Poppy as a new puppy isn’t going well, Banfield lost my vetting records (thaaaaanks banfield) and so there’s no record of Guinness ever getting his shots.

Apparently my chickens from the farm house (Henny and Penny aka Mean Bitch) will be coming back to me as soon as I get a coop built, which makes me SO HAPPY. I loved hand raising the girls but I don’t think I want to do it all over again. Fatherinlaw dude says he’s getting 3 to 4 eggs a day from the hens he’s got… I think in all he’s got 4. DUDE, ENVY!

Also, Chasm is back. [Glee]

 

And we wear the silver strangely.

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Ephete has always scared him. He thinks of her a dog, and not a woman caught endlessly in her primal form.

I think of her as she used to be, all those moons and moons ago. When winter raged and we raced in our skins through the sleeting snow. I think of her leaping at her prey, fangs bared like hunger. It is this I think of now.

“Fausille?” he asks, voice quiet and unbeliving. “You… you wouldn’t hurt them would you?”

Later in my life, when he is reduced to nothing more than a ghost, he will repeat this question… endlessly. He will ask me in a voice faint from forgetting the use of voices. He will ask me while trailing me. While keeping pace with the endless, sleepless dead.

PUPPY LOVE

This may seem familiar…

…I believe in second chances. That the universe comes around again to give you hope and lift your spirits.

If I could go back in time I would, I’d totally do everything in my power to keep Jane. I realize now I gave up too easy, I should have fought.

I didn’t want the struggle or to fight or to make my living situation worse. I know better know, and I’m totally going to forgive myself this guilt.

Jane found a better home, family, situation… I’m just blue that it wasn’t with me.

So now, into the future… while looking for a dog for Paul I found Poppy.

She’s a dead ringer for Jane (save more brown on her brows and more white on her nose and less on her tail). And she’s everything that Paul wants in a dog and everything that I need in one.

AND Guinness will have a playmate. The kids leave him alone (well the big kids do) because he’s so delicate. So he’s usually under me, curled up against my feet or destroying the hell out of anything that squeaks. The kids will have a dog large enough to run around and play with and tumble with. I think with another dog to play with he’ll be able to expend some of that AMAZING energy of his.

Don’t get me wrong, Guinness plays with the kids, especially the baby (because Kee is made of crumbs) but as soon as the play gets rough Gman is GONE! Smart little dog, if you ask me.When he’s out he’s running all over the house, jumping on the kids beds  and sneaking them kisses and stealing their toys.  I just think that when Guinness was a puppy my constant shouts of “LOOK OUT!!!” kinda made them nervous of him. After all, he WAS the size of a can of soda.

So since I’m really the only one to play with him…and he’s got BAGS of energy while I might have a teaspoon full of it… he wears me OUT.

So the rescue called the people I had listed to recommend me for MOST AWESOME. They did their jobs well. Rock on young monsters, rock on.

So now… it’s the waiting game. After this stage comes the home visit, then they tell me if I’m approved or not for a 2 week trial period to see if Poppy will be a good fit in my home.

Somewhere in there I pay them the adoption fee… S’all good.

Even if I’m not approved I think I will still sponsor Poppy, meaning I’ll still give the rescue money for her care.

Well … here is hoping.

And we take a sip from another cup

So NaNoWriMo is ALMOST HERE, it’s so hard to not start writing out my ideas.

Instead I’m going to go ahead with this years plans to make my NaNoNovel a lot more public by posting each night’s on a blog type thing.

I’m not really sure about it though. There’s a huge project due at work, moving to a new facility, BIRTHDAYS and just getting my words on the screen might take up all the extra time I have.

We’ll see.

Until then, here’s where I got the title from

“While greedy we/ glut ourselves/ on spilling goblets of

might and life/ laugh chortle silly phrases -

she great hunter/ smiles so sly/ and modestly sips/ of another cup.”

Smoke this, I’m getting a monkey.

I’ve made a very important decision regarding the new house.

The guest bathroom will have a toilet unicorn.

[GRIN] This comes from an awesome shop over at etsy that sells decals on and for everything from windows to toilets to stockings. So serious. Stockings. Click the pic, it’ll take you there.

Now in other news-

Knitting. Remember when I was learning to crochet and wanted to kill everything with the crochet needle b/c I just couldn’t get ANYTHING RIGHT. Let’s revisit that really quick because KNITTING SUCKS.  Though I’m using my experience with crochet, spinning, butter making, ice-cream making to kind of keep myself from losing my nut.

It’s hard, but soon it’ll get to a point where I just can DO IT no problem, no stress.

I’m just gonna keep telling myself that.

Packing, Packing…always packing.

So, here in la la land we post pictures from windows BECAUSE our new computer has no images on it BECAUSE our husband type beasts have destroyed the camera by exposing it to life changing, scarring and potentially fatal experiences….  Like Rocky Horror.

I kid.

It wasn’t ‘like’ Rocky Horror…it WAS Rocky Horror!! For some reason our camera rebelled and now it won’t do the picture taking thing.

Damn.

So, we’re moving again. Into a house without a view. I’ll post pictures to explain…oh…wait a minute, nvm

I sold my first scarf from my $3 Scarf Project!

It’s 99 inches of scarf (not including the fringe) that’s finding a new home in Australia! I’m pretty damned excited! It’s a super thin design, like a long warm piece of ribbon. [glee]

Oh NANOWRIMO is raising it’s ugly head, soon!!

I’m pretty excited, I think I’m really gonna get into the whole thing by launching a website and everything. Because I really want to get published, you know, but I’m so fucking lazy it’s a damn shame…like now. I don’t even think I’m gonna finish this post.

We can be happy underground.

So. Dragon*Con!

First, PISSED that I didn’t have the calling cards that I wanted… and no not the Call Nigeria for $.05 per minute!!! calling cards, I mean like this. Mainly because I had SO MANY PEOPLE asking me about my bubblewatch [glee] I even sold one this weekend!

Second, DragonCon rocked. OH MY GOD DID IT! And it’s still ROCKIN’ till Monday.

Third, mention you met me @ dragon*con and you get 20% off in my Etsy store ClockworkRabbit Crafts and Contraptions.

Fourth, I couldn’t find Dash, the chick who bought my clockwork wings. And this made me sad.

Fifth, I found someone I lost a few years ago. I was sitting, drunkenly blathering, when some dude was suddenly in the conversation. Paul said something about sharing his rum and he said to me “I’ll share, if you can remember my name.” I was all like “Yeah? It’s S.P.S.” I said it all nonchalant. As if I haven’t been looking for this dude for YEARS, right? And he was all “Wow, you’re right.” Then I said his name again…and it clicked. You know like a light switch went on. OMG!!!

So I tackled him and accosted him with the drunken blah blahs. Lucky dude.

That is all.

And don’t think we don’t know to weed ‘em out.

So I found this awesome place that has really beautiful and amazing corsets at a low low price, seriously. I even found corsets up to 6X! Check it out. Be amazed!

this is the end of bollywood

I can’t stand incompetency.

I hate depending on anyone else. I hate having to rely on some shitdick to do what they’re supposed to do so that I can do what I need to do.

Fuck.

Give me a kiss to build a dream on

Last year I gave away scarves to my friends on Twitter. T’was most delightful mailing amateurishly crocheted scarves to all my loves…now I’m much better and I have a GAME PLAN!

I’m going to give the scarves away but make people pay $3 for the shipping because when I was unemployed the shipping kicked my ASS!!

Did you enjoy yesterday’s storylette? I hope you did. There’s more you know.

there’s always more.