linden_jay: (Jared and his emo hoodie)
I've been out of sorts lately, behind in writing and posting and commenting and tagging in all the games that I'm in, on my journal, on my everywhere. And it's been bugging me and stressing me out when I realized that it's been since sometime in August since I've posted anything, and that I've got a few tags that have been lingering since spring. I hate that. I hate not being organized, and I really hate being behind. And then I started doing the math on things.

In May--there were those baby-creatures who showed up, and a twelve day hospital stay to go along with it.

Summer--baby things, combined with insanely hot temperatures that made doing anything just about impossible.

And then? August hit, and that's when things really fell apart. )


Aug. 21st, 2007 03:37 pm
linden_jay: (Firefly- If wishes were horses)
Okay, know what? It's someone elses turn, m'kay? I'm done. Too much nonsense, fate, do you hear me?

Probably not.

So, I need a place to live. )

And here comes the part where I rant. )
linden_jay: (Mathilda)
This was supposed to be the post where I let folk know that my Nana was doing better. Because she was. She'd had surgery on her hip (both broken and dislocated, because why do things half-way?), and she was out of the hospital less than a week after surgery, moved on to an intermediate care and rehab center where she'd get care and learn how to do things differently while her hip healed, so that she could probably-maybe (don't know) go back home.

Then last night, she had what appears to be a seizure. They don't know for sure--she's back at the hospital (and pissed as hell about it, as only an 87 year old Scottish-Canadian lady can be--hint? It involved copious use of foul language), and undergoing tests, trying to figure out what happened, if it's likely to happen again, and make sure she's all right. I don't know any more than that right now, so for the moment... that's how that is. Continued thoughts and prayers are appreciated and very welcome.

Cut for talk about moving and life... )
linden_jay: (Prozac Nation- Depression)
So it's been just over a week now since we came back to the town we both grew up in, and moved back in with my in-laws.

God, it sounds kind of pathetic worded like that *shudder*. All right, moving on.

Longwinded babbling about moving, work, family, stress, medication, and depression, below the cut. )
linden_jay: (Equilibrium-embrace freedom)
This is another one of those 'so much stuff tumbling around in my head I can't figure out what to talk about first' days. Ugh. But, trying to put it off until I've got time to write about all of it isn't making that list of stuff any shorter, so here goes.

Some of you know this, some of you don't, but we're moving. Those of you who've been around for a few years will remember the great trek from British Columbia all the way out here to Ontario. Well, we're doing the same thing all over again, but in reverse. All the way back to BC, all the way back to the town I grew up in, even all the way back to the spare room at my in laws house. And we're doing it by the end of May.

More on the whole moving thing... )

Things are going to be a little (lot) discombobulated over here for the next few-couple months. I'm alternating between being totally cool and fine about the move, and then freaking the absolute fuck out. I'm trying to keep things as business as usual as possible, but if I forget something, a tag, an email, a post, anything, well... my brain isn't always cooperating with the whole business as usual not freaking out thing. So, I'll either be normal (as normal as I get), or possibly a little emo if I start running out of boxes or something...
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
The past few days and weeks, well... could have been better, in a lot of ways. The heat isn't helping. Still needing to find a home for the dog isn't helping. My wrists being in constant pain and for absolute shit isn't helping. Needing an absurd amount of sleep (for me) which isn't leaving me feeling rested, and which I'm not usually able to even start to get until past... well, I started writing this at 10:30 am, and I've not been to sleep yet, so... yeah. It's wearing on me. Dragging me down, and giving me a brain full of pudding. Pudding may be all very fine and well when you're writing food kink, but it really doesn't settle well in one's head, and it doesn't lead to good writing.

But I watched the OC for the first time the other day, and it made me giggle and my Stephen Dorff pup sigh all dreamy like over Ben McKenzie like I used to over Christian Bale when I was about twelve. So that was a good thing.

But aside from that, I've been thinking on and realizing some things in the past few days that I'm not wild about. )
linden_jay: (Yellow rose)
Thoughts after trying to go to sleep and failing. )


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