linden_jay: (F&F: Paul Walker is a hotass)
Fiercy! It's your birthday! Aren't you excited? I'm excited.

You're one of those people who I truly can't picture my life without you in it. You're my friend, you're my cowriter, you're the person who gets me in trouble and keeps me from trouble and pulls me out of trouble when I get myself in trouble. Also, you'd be the person who laughs both at and with me when I told you that the word 'trouble' no longer has any meaning after that much repetition.

I love the people we've created, the stories that we're telling, and the worlds that we're building. But apart from that, I love having you as a friend. You've kept me sane when the world felt very stupid and crazy, and I love you for that.

Be well, take care, and have a lovely and beautiful day.

Happy birthday!
linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
Yes. Um. That. I posted that on twitter, and never quite explained myself. So, new job!

This is one of those situations where someone went 'hey, the night auditor at the hotel doesn't have nearly enough work to do--so why don't we also have them do all the pool maintenance, as well as mopping the pool area/vacuuming the front lobby area/other work that we used to pay a bellman to do. This is much better!' As it happens, I disagree with this assessment. But they don't pay me to disagree.

As much as I tangle my work, home life, and fandom all together, I think I'm going to be mostly blogging at work over at [ profile] jay_bean, just to keep it away from the [ profile] jay_linden identity. I'll also probably be flocking most of my work related rants whether they're here or there, but particularly if they're here (oh, there are going to be work related rants... I can see this already), so if you want to be on that filter, or you want off that filter, then look! It's a handy poll!

[Poll #1557066]

Later, I can do the actual, y'know. Ranting. But I figured I should know who wants to listen to me do the ranting first.
linden_jay: (Not enough Pepsi in the world...)
... I got the job. Part-time for now. I start tonight. At 11pm. And the babies are flat-out refusing to take a nap so that I can nap too, after being worn out by the ER trip and very little sleep last night due to sick, hacking baby whose antibiotics haven't kicked in yet.

I predict that this will be a day wherein there is not enough Pepsi in the universe, let alone the world.

But- I got the job! Yay me!
linden_jay: (Baby is calm.)
Well. That was a giant clusterfuck of a night.

My parents always take the aliens on Wednesday evening... go for a walk in the stroller, show the babies off at Safeway, whatever, and they were worried about how wheezy The Frog was, and how badly he was coughing, and I decided okay, no more screwing around, and I took him to the walk in clinic. I figure that we go in, they say 'oh, it's a virus, blah blah blah' like the last two times, I go home, and I've just wasted some time, but gotten some peace of mind.

We got in, saw the doc, who'd been able to hear him coughing in the waiting room from way in the back, and she took one look at him, a quick listen to his breathing, and said that considering what time of night it was, and not being able to get to a pediatrician until tomorrow, she didn't want to screw around, so she sent us right to the ER. This is what happens when you've got an ear that looks red and horrible, and are coughing and wheezing like a smoker with a fifty year habit.

I stopped at home, grabbed a bag for him and myself, and went to the hospital. They treated him with Ventolin by mask, and checked his lungs in an hour, which were perfectly clear. He has congestion in the upper airway, complicated by a massive ear infection, which I can't believe hasn't had him screaming his fool head off. My wee one is a trooper.

We are now home with a prescription for antibiotics for his ear, an inhaler, and I swear, the phone number of every nurse and doctor (men and women) in that ER. He charmed them all. They thought he was awesome. I think it was the peekaboo with his blanket that put him over the top, plus the part where he only cried once, when the doctor looked in his ears.

So. Yeah. That was fun. *falls down goes boom*
linden_jay: (Baby is sleeping...shhh...)
It's been a full week since my interview, I've heard nothing yet, and they're still running the ad in the paper. I'm really not sure what to take from that... or what the policy is for what someone should do, in this eventuality. Is a follow-up email appropriate? Assuming I could find an email address to even write to. Gah. This is why I hate looking for work. Just hire me, people! I'm awesome! I will bring the internets to vouch for me! I'm organized and all kinds of shiny... can the people in my RPG who have seen my dorktastic organizational skills be my reference? Perhaps not.

The Frog and Monkey are mostly over the cold/flu/respiratory virus of doom, except that the Frog is still coughing his little lungs out. All night. Which wakes him up even more than usual, which wakes me up even more than usual. I can't tell if my sore throat is just a protest of the seasonal change and lack of sleep, or if I'm getting Since I don't know that I ever got over being sick in the first place.

It's kind of ridiculous the stuff that happens while under the influence of lack of sleep. I know that the Frog woke me up at sometime past 5:00am. I know that I took him to bed with me and we both fell back asleep. I know that I did not put him back in his crib. I have no memory record of the Academic Husband coming in and relieving me of the Frog. So, at some point, he came in and like, literally took my wee one out of my arms and spirited away with him... and I do not remember this at all. One hopes that if it were someone, y'know, OTHER than my husband doing that, I would remember it. SIGH.


Apr. 14th, 2010 11:03 am
linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
That's the sound of me hitting the floor. Ergh.

Know what's unfair? Having to be charming and intelligent in an interview on less than two hours of sleep. Oh. I had an interview. Did I mention that I had an interview? Because I had an interview. My maternity leave only covers me until mid-May, and I won't go back to work at my really job until September, and the boy's work will start to seriously slow down in June, so... job. Even though I don't want to go back to work. I want to stay home with my babies until they go to school. Why can't the world be like that? It's nofe air.

So yes. Interview. For a hotel. Which I said I'd never work at again, and yet, the ad came up in the paper, and I answered it. I think the interview went well. I think I talked too much, but that's nothing new, and at least this time I managed to keep from doing my worst ever thing I do in interviews when I get nervous--interrupting the person who's interviewing me. I mean, WTF, Jay! Way to self-sabotage!

I'll know something by the end of the week, and while I really don't want to work... I do want the job. So, think happy thoughts for me? Please?

linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
Sigh. The Frog did not sleep. I know, right? Shock. He's still sick, still snotty, and I think he keeps trying to breathe through his nose in the middle of the night, not being able to do it, and freaking himself out into a coughing fit because of it. Every. 45. to. 90. Minutes. Good grief on toast.

You know it's bad when the babies are so tired and snarky that they can't get through a bowl of applesauce. Take a bite, lip tremble, SOB. Only an hour after they wake up. Okay, back to bed for you. Never mind that Mummy hasn't slept yet, that's immaterial! Clearly we need a nap! Except... why are you bouncing in your crib? Two minutes ago you were so tired you were rubbing apple sauce in your eyes and hair... and now you're bouncing? WOT? That makes NO SENSE.

Babies are freaks, man. Also possibly evil.

I was already prepared for today to suck. I'm a month away from running out of maternity leave (I know, cry moar you Canadian, with your year long paid maternity leave), but that means that I need to find more work. Because my job won't start up again until September, because that's when the new school year starts.

There are two things I hate more than anything in the world: doing the cold call walk in the door and drop off a resume thing, and training for a new job once I get the new job. HATE HATE HATE. I hate not being good at things. I hate the fucking up until you get it right stage. Plus, I'm convinced that my resume looks like it was put together by a particularly intelligent Shi-tzu.

I think that I don't hear babies. Oh please, please let me be right. I am so tired.
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
I remember when baby sneezes were cute. Kind of wee tiny and precious and adorable. That lasts as long as them getting their first icky disgusting head cold. Which, okay, they're mostly better now--no fevers, not so congested that they can't function, but they're still coughing, and there's still STUFF. It's like they're little ticking time bombs of gross. Look at them wrong, and they EXPLODE.

And of course, their little noses are sore, so trying to mop them up with a tissue or a cloth, no matter how gentle, produces shrieks so loud that any minute now someone is going to knock on my door and ask me what on earth I am DOING to those children you horrible woman.

This is my world right now. Grumpy, post-cold, current-disgusting children who think sleep and tissues should be outlawed under the Geneva Convention. The next person that tells me that having twins must be so much fun/omg, I wish I had twins/it can't be that much harder than a single baby? They're getting kicked in the shins.

With steel toed boots. I'm just saying.
linden_jay: (Frog and Monkey)
Why? Because this is my wee frog, who is still supposed to be a tiny baby and not growing up and getting ready for y'know, his own car, and university, and dating, and whatever, but here he is, at ten months, sixteen days, and he's standing, all by himself.

*does [ profile] iharthdarth BREATHE*

I'm not ready! Where did my tiny wee alien who left the hospital at under five pounds go?

And you know, his sister's not far behind him. Look!

I think I really do need to go lie down. Or have a drink. Or a cry. My babies are growing up!

*awesome Hollywood t-shirt from [ profile] sabrinagb

**awesome monkey dress from [ profile] ashinae

A few more GIANT ALIEN pictures behind the cut... )
linden_jay: (Canadian Money)
Anyone want to guess what I've been watching? I know, I'm Canadian and this is the first time I'm actually watching Due South, which I think [ profile] apetslife has been trying to pimp me into for even longer than the Fast and Furious franchise. I'm about halfway into my second disc, in the middle of an episode where there is a baby and a baby faced Mark Ruffalo, and this episode is making me SAD. Because however it ends up, it's going to be sad in some way and I don't ever like adoption storylines because it just... something always feels sad about the whole thing, whichever way the adoption goes. Which I suppose is realistic. I just don't have to like it. SAD.

But. Still. I have questions. Questions which the Due South people will have to answer for me, as I am, of course, very late coming to this party.

Fetish mounties? In 1994? )

In unrelated to that news, the babies are both disgustingly sick. Frog's worse than Monkey right now, with the head cold to beat all head colds, combined with a truly disgusting cough. I'm still not even going to get into the colours of what's coming out of their noses, except gross. I've had a humidifier going in the nursery around the clock, to the point that I hear white noise every time I close my eyes. I've clearly watched too much SPN because it's freaking me out. Still. Poor wee ones.

So if you don't see me right now, it's because I'm packing around wee aliens who are doing their best to wipe every yucky thing coming out of their noses and mouths on every shirt I own. Pray for me.
linden_jay: (Star Trek- Kirk is a Browncoat)
Okay. Point one--happy (belated) birthday to [ profile] apetslife! I hope you had a wonderful day and got into all kinds of wicked and wonderful trouble. And that there was cake.

Point two--happy on-time birthday to [ profile] ashinae! I expect you to have a wonderful day, and get into all kinds of wicked and wonderful trouble. And have cake.

pet, you are about nineteen different kinds of awesome, you know that? You're one of those people who is a truly good person, just because that's who you are. I love your writing, I love your Daniel and Jensen and Adrian, I love your enthusiasm, I love how you love your ponies, and I forgive you for talking me into watching The Fast and the Furious, even though I had to put up with Paul Walker wearing those horrible clothes in the one with the numbers in the title. Because really, the hot, the gay, and the awesome fanfic? Totally worth it.

Bee, you are my bee. You push me and you challenge me, and you trick me into fandoms, and into writing things that are dirtybadwrong in the very best of all ways. Really, it's all your fault, because like I've told every other person who talked me into writing naughty things, I'm a very innocent person. Heroes is your fault, SGA and SG1 is your fault, Chuck is your fault, Torchwood is your fault even though you told me it was too scary for me to watch because you also made it sound too good to resist. Hayden is definitely your fault. And if I haven't said thank you any time lately for all of that, and all of the wonderful people in your brain, oh, and for you yourself? Thank you. So much.

Happy birthday, ladies. You make my world a better place to exist in.

Love Jay.
linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
...maybe tomorrow.

Vancouver Island is beautiful. The smell of the ocean is everywhere, it's already spring here, and there are flowers and blossoms and green all over, and I'm in a house right on the beach. Love it.

On the other hand, my babies don't sleep, and tonight managed to exhaust FOUR adult women who were trying to convince them that it was a good idea. Yeah. Welcome to my every day life, people!

The trip went well at least, as far as the traveling part went. The frog fussed up a bit at the very start of the descent, and then fell asleep for the rest of it. The monkey was an angel. She saved the being a monster for when we got back to the house.

Tomorrow, visits with my grandma, knitting, baby wrangling, and hopefully a walk on the beach. It's quiet here, and peaceful, apart from the urchins. I wish that I could send some of that quiet and peace to the people I know who are hurting right now.

Take care. I miss you guys. There's no porn here.
linden_jay: (Candle)
I wonder if I went back and did a check, how often I'd find that as the lead up phrase in any post I write? Probably it would just depress me if I found out the answer to that. I haven't slept yet--at all--and I still need to go out shopping for jeans, go to a physio appointment, and then--joy of joys--I will be taking the babies on their first airplane ride as we go to visit my grandmother and aunt for a week. My mother's coming with me, I'm not so totally insane to fly with two not-quite-ten-month-olds on my own.

I'll be gone for the better part of a week, and I won't have much access to the internet, although I will be at least checking email, so if anyone needs to get a hold of me, use that, or contact [ profile] fiercy or [ profile] ashinae. They can track me down.

This has been a really tough week for a lot of people I care about. I'm crossposting this, and of course many of you already know this all too well, but for those who don't, we lost [ profile] lunasv to cancer this past week. I have thoughts, and I'm trying to get them in coherent order, and if I do, before I go, I'll post them. For now, I have two things to say. I respected [ profile] lunasv deeply, as a writer, as a person, as a mother, and as a friend, and I wish very much that I'd known her better. The second is, in the words of [ profile] apetslife, fuck cancer. Fuck it so hard. I know that's not a positive or uplifting thought, and I'm usually better at those, but I'm so tired of losing people to it.

Take care of each other, and be good to yourselves. Be at peace.
linden_jay: (Jayne- I could get nekkid)
Babies are evil, sleep is non-existent. Oh well, at least my current issues are ecologically sound. I'm recycling.

The Monkey also has nasty diaper rash, which seems to be bothering me more than it's bothering her, at least in the sense that I want it to go away, and she doesn't seem to be all that in pain or itchy because of it. However, since it has currently refused to respond to the fistfuls of zinc cream I've put on it, we're trying something new.

Leave the baby naked.

I can sense that some of you are seeing some flaws with this plan. First of all... it's winter. Second of all... the baby is not wearing a diaper. Yeah. I know. This is gonna be a fun couple of days.

The one positive in all of this? She thinks that getting to be naked=Christmas and her birthday all wrapped up in one. So, at least she's happy.
linden_jay: (F&F: Paul Walker is a hotass)
I spent the entire evening caught in a wiki loop, researching up on orcas. One news story, and I got stuck for hours. IRRITATING. I had PLANS.

I have more or less learned how to use delicious, and I will now be moving most of my bookmarks over onto there, for the stuff what I read. This will make me much less tense about losing the links for the bunches of stories I've got saved. It's also giving me the impetus for a project I've been wanting to do for ages.

See, I suck at feedback. I mean I epically suck at giving feedback. I get shy, I get worried, I'm afraid that my comment will suck... whatever. And it's all stupid because I know how much I love getting feedback, especially on my older stuff. It's neat knowing that people are discovering things years after I write them.

So. I plan to bookmark things as I reread them, and try and leave feedback for the authors. So, if you're wondering why you're getting feedback from me on something that you wrote years ago? It's because I've had it in my memories or my bookmarks and I've reread it seventeen times, but been too shy up until now to comment. So... yes. Anyway--that's my plan.

That and scouring around for every bit of good fic from the Fast and the Furious world as I can possibly find, now that I've finished the fourth movie. (And am not watching the third one. I need the thirty second version, because no Paul, no Vin, no Tyrese? NO.) I babbled about the fourth movie here, and I'm glad that I finally watched them. After poor [ profile] apetslife had to keep at me for like, hell, nine months? Hee.

Also sleeping more. Good luck there though.
linden_jay: (F&F: Paul Walker is a hotass)
My child still thinks sleep is for suckers and keeps getting me up every few minutes. That means that it's time for Fast and Furious. Not too fast, nor too furious, but just fast and furious enough. There are also no numbers in this title.

Well, Brian has not developed any sense of protecting himself from getting all kinds of dead and/or seriously injured, it seems... )
linden_jay: (Baby is sleeping...shhh...)
And in the world of the completely unrelated, can someone teach me to use delicious? I think there's a period in there somewhere, but it's four am so I don't know where it is.
linden_jay: (Jayne- lets be bad guys)
Apparently you never know how much you can miss Vin Diesel until he's gone. Funny that. Still, this movie had many things going for it, and many things that made me want to hit my head with a rubber mallet until it Stopped Being Like That Oh My God. Also, Paul Walker is a pretty, pretty man, who has clearly made someone in wardrobe very unhappy. I sincerely hope that this trend does not continue in the next movie, or I may sustain a brain injury of some kind.

I begin by restating my opinion that if the police wanted to stop this whole street racing thing, they might want to start by following the booming music, giant crowds, and dozens of so-bright-you-can-see-them-from-space cars. Just a thought. )
linden_jay: (Mean Girls- Dramatic)
I'm watching 2 Fast 2 Furious because [ profile] apetslife told me to (and the English major in me is flinching every single time I type the title, I'll have you know), and I'm at the 40 minute mark, and I just have one question:

Did Paul Walker sleep with the costume designer's boyfriend?

No, I'm serious. Did he? Because I'm hard pressed to come up with any other reason for the god awful clothes that they're putting him in. This is causing me mental damage, man, I am so not even kidding.

[ profile] apetslife, you owe me something HUGE for putting me through him in those clothes. And I haven't even gotten STARTED on the colour of the cars....


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