linden_jay: (Natalie- The Professional)
Okay. I have Things, and I've decided to separate them into two different posts, because they're whoa nelly different, and combining them would feel wrong. This post is all made up of good things. Thinky things and bad things will come later.

Today, I had a low-key and totally awesome birthday, which is just the way I like them. )

Oh, also randomly, I have a Wonder. Is there an icon that you particularly associate with being 'me'? I ask this because there are people who are much more locked into a default than I have always been, and I don't know that I've got an icon that I super regularly use as 'me', and yet there are lots of people who I totally associate with a particular icon.

This came up tonight a few times, once when I linked to an icon which was totally blank and unfancy, with no name attached, but just from the specific picture, the person I was talking to said 'oh that's [so and so's] icon!'. So now I'm curious. What icon do you think of when you think of me? What says 'Jay'? (And if this is over on dreamwidth, I really need to get on that whole paid account thing so I can actually have my 'me' icons uploaded, and not just a few!)
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: (Mean Girls- Dramatic)
Getting so frustrated whilst trying to get your uncooperative boycreature to sleep that you end up winding yourself up, so that by the time he falls asleep... you can't.

Hey, you know what's not fun?

That, because I just lied.

I will now celebrate my newfound sleeplessness by cleaning my house... after taking two muscle relaxants to make my back stop hurting.

Actually, this could be fun after all....

ETA: Why does it make me giggle that this is the 600th entry in my lj? SIGH.
linden_jay: (Natalie--baby tummy colour)
It's also mocking me. If it were sentient, it would be giving me a raised eyebrow and going 'okay, seriously, with that tummy, with TWO babies in it, you really think I'm still up to the job, you crazy bat?' My bathrobe is mean.

I've updated my RL-stuff journal over here with a baby update, and I've eta'd it since I wrote it this morning. The thirty second version is: babies coming tomorrow. Or, getting kickstarted to come tomorrow. EEK. Am I ready for this? Oh, HELL, no. But then, I don't think anyone ever is.

In not-baby related news, I'm caught up on most of my shows, except for SPN, which I'm an episode behind on. We'll see if I get to that tonight, once the finale is aired. Somehow I think that considering I'll have limited online time in the next couple weeks, I might be able to avoid being spoiled until I get a chance to watch it. We'll just have to see what happens.

I turned 30 on Mother's Day, and I'm still waiting to feel, like, old and stuff. Is that supposed to happen when you turn 30? If it is, I think I'm kind of broken as far as that's concerned, because I still just feel like me. Perhaps this means I'm never going to grow up entirely. This would not surprise me.

Okay--off to sleep, because I am going to go out for dinner for my dad's birthday tonight (May is birthday month in my family, for serious), and then I might kind of be busy tomorrow. With stuff, and things. And stuff. See ya!

The boy!

Jan. 4th, 2008 02:06 pm
linden_jay: (Jay and the AH)
My boy comes back today, my boy comes back today, MY BOY COMES BACK TODAY!!!!!

(Yes. I'm a little excited. I'm sure it doesn't show).

If anyone doesn't know, the boy/my boy = The Academic Husband. We've called each other 'boy' and 'girl' since... hell, I want to say back when we were still dating, it seems like that long. It got me into some really interesting confusion when I started writing in games that were involving D/s, BDSM, and kink, since there, 'boy' and 'girl' have a whoooooole different meaning, but when I started it, it was a Peter Pan thing. When Wendy sees Peter in 'Hook', she always says 'Hello, boy', and I liked it and I stole it, and it took off from there.

God, I love that boy. )


Dec. 15th, 2007 05:34 pm
linden_jay: (Candle)
I'm in the hotel in Kamloops on a spotty internet connection that I'm pillaging from the bar and grill downstairs, so we'll see if I actually manage to send this properly.

The service was very, very hard. I stayed clear of pretty much everyone before hand because every time I saw Caelin's mom or sister or his girlfriend, I started to break down, and I was sharing the eulogy with my mother. Somehow, I managed to hold it together to speak, which I'm really glad I was able to do. That meant a lot to me, being able to talk about him and remember him.

For those who I haven't been able to tell, my cousin died from bronchial pneumonia. I don't know for certain, but I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even know he had it. He had asthma, he smoked, and it was winter, plus the injections he was taking for pain control made him very congested. He went to sleep, and he never woke up.

I've been keeping myself in a state of intentional denial in the days leading up to the service today, knowing that I couldn't let myself break down because I had to speak. The service is over now, and I'm not sure where that leaves me. The goal I've been working toward is passed, and now all there is to do is keep going in a world he's not a part of any more. Right now, that seems really, really hard.

Thank you to everyone who's sent messages of support, talked to me, kept me and my family in your thoughts and prayers. It means so, so much. More than I can ever say.
linden_jay: (Heroes- Mohinder/Sylar...get over it?)
Sleeping in has never felt so good as it did this morning, I swear. I had a run of a good luck, sleeping/insomnia wise, for awhile there, and then this week just decided to kick my ASS. Poor, poor AH had to drag my sorry butt out of bed every day this week, and most nights I just couldn't get to sleep at all until two or three, which sucks when I'd been averaging somewhere about midnight.

In other stuff, I finished the blanket I was making for my mom for Christmas--yay! I started it during Canadian Thanksgiving (first weekend in October, not mid-July, for those who don't know), and I finished it before American Thanksgiving, which is pretty damned shiny. Once the camera gets charged up, I'll take a picture of it. My list of shit-to-make-for-Christmas is shorter this year, but I've still got a few things to get done, but for once, I've got plenty of time to do them in. Me--getting shit done early and not the night before it's due... that's a little scary.

I also went to the SPCA to fill out an application to volunteer. No, this is not a secret plan to get the AH to let me get another seventeen cats! Okay, it totally is, but it's not like he doesn't KNOW that's what I'm plotting. If it wasn't for him, I really would be a crazy old cat lady, for serious. But since I can't have a dog right now, and I had to surrender my last shelter dog when he got too aggressive with my cats, I feel like I need to balance out my karma a little, so volunteering it is. Hopefully they'll call me about it some time next week.

Okay--so laundry, baking (I hope), dishes, and knitting. I'm so domestic I could barf.


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