kittydesade | Entries tagged with family: mother

( Gaeilge )

Apparently we don't even get to have a silver lining to the Great Shutdown of 2013 (and by we I mostly mean my family), because Mom was declared "essential personnel" and so is still working 60-80 hour weeks on programs that, as far as I can tell from what little trickles down to me, only keep breaking because the people testing them are fucking morons. As in "Program, tell me the answer to 2 + 2" "4" "It's supposed to be 5! This program is broken." No, idiot, the program isn't broken, your input is broken. Your HEAD is broken. Oi. Congress is broken, the people (okay, person) who could use a couple days off doesn't get them, and the tens of thousands at the very least of people who need their damn paychecks don't get them, either. Argh.

Thinking of my mother, though, it's worth remembering that when she first moved back after being a teacher in San Diego for a couple years, she was originally going to be a car mechanic. Grandpa talked her into taking a computer programming aptitude test, which she apparently tested so high she may have broken it, and she discovered she liked programming. And here we are today.

Did get my closet halfway cleaned out yesterday, including tossing some clothes into the donation bag that I've been holding against losing X amount of weight, upon finally deciding that even if I do, this isn't going to work, I'm a short curvy person and always will be, not a tall stick. A few pants I won't wear again, put back a few skirts that are snug now, would feel better with an inch or two off my waist but oh well, and am debating tossing onto the donate pile because no matter how much weight I lost, it's not going to change the fact that they come up higher on my waist than I want them to. And yet, I like the cut of the skirt itself. Maybe I'll take it apart for pattern pieces. I'm going to take apart some of my current blouses for pattern pieces because the fabric they're made of is about as thin as a Tea Party politician's excuses. And I'm going to get some new blouses because I can, because then I can sew blouses off that pattern and make them with actual damn fabric. Maybe I'll sew some beads onto them or embroider them or something.

So. There's that, and we're going to get curtain rods this weekend. And I need to sew the two curtains I have material for now, after some weeks and months of having it and not sewing it. Maybe tonight, probably Friday night before Haven. Maybe I'll set up the sewing machine tonight. I did clean off the patio area so I can set up the crockpot for dyeing. If I get more merino I might set up both crockpots, but as it is I think it'll just be the one for Silas Weir Mitchell's scarf. And I really should spin some things with the fiber I do have before I start going completely nuts with the dye stuff. Although I still want to do a turquoise and brown fiber. Argh. Maybe I'll see if there's more merino at work and set up a second dye pot because lo I am weak. The remaining question is, then, what do I do with probably around 200 yards of fingering/sport weight yarn? Or do I make more and make something bigger. Decisions, decisions.

Anyway. Stuff and things. This month is working on Nerd Girls, drafting that, and maybe figuring out what I'm doing for Nano and outlining that. And blog work, of course, and Gods and Monsters. So. We'll see how all of that goes. The next few days as much as I can will also be worked on Dragon, because my fucking wrist.

( 日本語 )

My brain seems to have shut down most of its function right now. Come back later for an introspective ramble on the money laundering that may be going in an anti-Muslim "non-profit" trying to shut down a mosque before it's built, and why I'm so much less surprised when conservatives pull this shit than when liberals do. And double standards in politics. And I'm exhausted just thinking about that.

Instead you get: Marry, Shag, Cliff.

inkandalchemy gave me: Jareth, Sherlock Holmes, John Constantine. There are no good choices there.
Marry - Sherlock Holmes. He, at least, is calm and stable enough to treat marriage as a social contract. We would negotiate terms, draw up a list of responsibilities, and conduct ourselves in a rational manner. When his bipolarism and drug addiction permit, but I expect he'd make a very civilized husband. Which is more than I can expect from the other two.

Shag - Jareth. He's hot. And we all know what his most famous feature is. Plus, out of the three of those, he would be the easiest to leave behind, being largely restricted to his own little pocket dimension or chaos realm or whatever it is. I'd just have to watch what I say.

Cliff - John Constantine. I wouldn't mind a shag with him, either, and I wouldn't mind too much being friends with him, but I like life. And his loved ones, or even people he brushes up against in passing some of the time, have a nasty tendency to end up dead. As badass as I can be, I harbor no illusions that sleeping with him would be a one-night or one-weekend stand as far as the forces around him are concerned. And marrying John Constantine is tantamount to mental and emotional suicide.

kikibug13 gave me: Caleb Danvers, Drustan, and Crowley (SPN or Good Omens) Argh.
Marry - Strange as it is to say, I think I'd marry Caleb. He's not so bad with the Sorcery that I'd be constantly minding him, I think. He's obviously well off, so I can write all I want. And I could deal with the magic heritage thing. And with New England. Massachusetts isn't a bad state. Also, dude. He's freaking hot.

Shag - Um. Um um. My Mark Sheppard fixation is winning here, sorry Drustan, that means you get the

Cliff - Bye bye, Drustan.

I seriously haven't had a day off since last Monday, and last week was insane at work enough. I really, really hope this week is quieter. I'm not getting a weekend this weekend either, because the my mother's former Welshman is going to be in town and wants to hang out. Oh joy. All I want to do is curl up in the apartment and sleep, and read. I have things I could be reading! And probably prep and spin, too. Maybe I'll get sick or something.

... I also might kill my mother for giving him my cell phone number and saying they would be happy to hear from you, but I might not. I don't answer my phone half the time anyway. Still. MOTHER. I was looking forward to ALL THE SLEEP. And all the spinning and reading. Maybe I'll get really lucky and he won't be able to do anything. Maybe. (OR, you know, I could remember that saying no is also permitted.)