daniwithtea: (me and my pussy)
This weekend started off in a very shitty weekend but ended up very cool.

Friday night, I had my first official falling out with my mother-out-law. Well, okay, "screaming match" is probably the most appropriate term. I'm still pissed, but too tired to write about that now. Besides, the rest of the weekend was too much fun to dwell on Friday.

Saturday, we went to [livejournal.com profile] rustymarble's baby shower. I got to see the showeree and [livejournal.com profile] arcadian72 for the first time in about 3 years! i also got to see lj-less sue, and meet lj-less leslie and [livejournal.com profile] autumnslight. the shower was fun, but the "after-party" was the funnest. (wow, I must be tired if i'm using words like that.) you guys all rock, and it will *not* be another three years before I resurface to hang out with you again! i propose a karaoke-and-food night soon.

Sunday, we finally got around to going to the local UU church. it was an outdoor service (gods, it was hot) with drumming (which was cool). The sermon topic of discussion was food and spirituality, and then the monthly potluck was afterward. i ran into someone i work with that recognized me (i still have no idea who she is), and we ran into a woman who works with mer's stepfather.

we came home and I took a quick nap before heading up to allentown to do the father's day thing. my dad is doing really well - getting around on crutches, but up and about and running errands and such. the baby's getting big (almost 9 months already!). she appears to have inherited my father's unruly hair, and she and i may end up with matching "horrid curls". (there was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead...and when she was good, she was very, very good...and when she was bad, she was horrid.) she's strong as all hell - when my dad was still using a walker, she was doing chin-ups on it. seriously. and my brother is, well, my brother. he's been doing landscaping on the side, and looks like he's spent the past 6 months in the tropics.

today has been good and bad - i finally replaced the fan in my desktop, and have my 'puter back (yay!); but i also have cramps so bad i can't quite stand up straight.

but this weekend? rawk.

ps - [livejournal.com profile] cluebyfourgirl, look for a post chock-full of 90's goodness soon!

Dad update

Jun. 2nd, 2006 08:28 pm
daniwithtea: (joss whedon is my master now)
Dad is doing well. He came through surgery like a trooper, is in a lot of pain and cranky - which is as it should be (the cranky, not the pain.) Last I heard, he was still in some kind of holding tank; apparently there's a room shortage at the hospital.

Today has been otherwise extremely crappy. I fucked up something in AD at work, our basement flooded, the malted milkshake I got at DQ to make me feel better is a substandard cup of malted milk, and the headache I've had all week is back.

But, in better news, I'm home, I'm wearing my "Joss Whedon is my master now" shirt, and we're having bacon cheese fries for dinner.

This weekend...mow the lawns, buy shelves for the basement and move everything out of the wet boxes onto shelves, catch up on sleep, pay bills.
daniwithtea: (Diane Duane)
My dad is going in for surgery today. Fairly standard hip replacement, and he's in very good health. But I'm still terrified. So please, good thoughts, prayers, devotions to the FSM, whatever. I know he was going in at 8:00 this morning, but he wasn't sure how long he would have to wait prior to surgery...I'll update as soon as I hear he's out, safe, and sound.
daniwithtea: (gone plaid!)
Well, the bone scan has shown definitively that there is nothing broken, cracked, or fractured in my hand or wrist. The nurse on the phone told me to continue elevating, wrapping, resting, etc., and if it wasn't better in "a few weeks", to go see an orthopod. But being the stubborn bitch that I am, I asked what would happen if I said "fuck it" and just worked through the pain, using my wrist/hand/thumb as normally as I could manage - would I incur any additional damage? Nope. So once again, I have two hands. I can type, and do all the other things two-handed people can do with ease. Because of where the damage is, I'm still kind of missing out on the opposable thumb action, and twisting my wrist is a no-go (so I still have to start my car with my left hand, which is a killer). But, even though it hurts like a motherfucker, it's usable, which is a Good Thing Indeed.

Tonight's dinner will be my first foray into cooking in over a week (ack!), and I'll be making Mer's birthday dinner. Some nice Delmonico steaks, with some kind of random pan sauce most likely consisting of portobello mushrooms, garlic, shallots, and a bit of beef stock. Oh, and peas on the side, because Mer wanted peas.

Tomorrow we will be getting up early to go house-browsing, and then we have an appointment with a realtor somewhere in the 2:00 hour. As of now, we're looking at the Norristown, Phoenixville, Pottstown areas, where neither of us will have a completely suck-ass commute. I'm hoping that the realtor might be able to shed some light on other areas that are affordable yet not more than a 45 minute commute from my office. I love my job, I really do, but why do I have to work so damn close to the Main Line? If anyone out there in the internets has a suggestion on other areas we might be able to look in, as close to the Malvern/West Chester/Exton area as possible, lemme know. Also, we're waiting for a call back from my little brother, who, as of this week, is a mortgage broker. Then we're meeting Mer's grandparents for cocktails and dinner.

In work news, I'm starting to get clued in little-by-little to what my "expanded" responsibilities are going to be this year. So far, everything seems to be heading in a Project Management direction, which I'm very happy with.

Mer's almost home, so I need to start dinner. For now, I leave you all with THE news story of the year.

daniwithtea: (you rock)
happy birthday to my much-beloved [livejournal.com profile] fuzzybutchkins!

may your day at work not suck, may your flu go away, may your craigslist ad be answered by someone other than bitter men, and may the docs figure out wtf is wrong with my wrist so we can have hot sweaty nasty sex very, very soon.

i love you!!!!!


Dec. 19th, 2005 10:12 pm
daniwithtea: (broken)
I'm cranky, and tired, and moody. That was your warning to run away.

I went to pay the bills today (because I didn't pay them last week when we got paid like I should have) and discovered some things that I fucked up last month, probably because I was so damn busy with work that I didn't know which was was up. So I'm popping Buspar because money is one of THE triggers, the ones that set me off and make me go kaplooey into evil, melodramatic, crazy in the literal sense Dani. And I'm pissed. Not only because I fucked up the bills, but because after all this time, it's still the same damn triggers that get me, money being the biggest of them all. Logically I know that being able to see "ooh, that's a big trigger, possible freak-out ahead, take your anti-anxiety drugs NOW" and do it is a good thing. I guess I just wish I didn't have those triggers anymore, feel like I should have gotten a handle on them somehow. All fires are out, everything that needs paying has been paid, s'all good on the surface.

There's something else nagging at me, that I didn't realize was bothering me so much until I vented at one of the girls at work today about it. All of our friends (IRL, LJ, and otherwise) have been very much "whee!" at the ring/party/presents concept. But our families, those who know so far, have been more along the lines of "oh, that's nice."

Um, 'scuse me?

How is it that y'all love us both to death, treat us as an old married couple, and then when it comes down to this, it's just "nice? I don't fucking think so. I've been through this deal before, and I seem to remember it being a little different last time. I want to know what the deal is. Stand up and say it if you've got a problem with it. Don't act like it doesn't bother you and treat us both like the family of bitter old dykes we are for two and a half fucking years and then act wierd because we want to have a party. It'll be interesting to get the rest of the reactions over the holidays.

As a random aside, Brian Setzer's drummer looks like Elvis Costello. Very strange.

For something completely non-ranty, I'm not going to have a chance to send out winter holiday goodies this year; however, my mom and i will be baking cookies in February (since we couldn't do our normal holiday numminess), so if you want goodies then, including our Magical Mint Cookies (secret family recipe), let me know.

ETA: I don't know what happened with the formatting there, but it's better now.
daniwithtea: (i love boobies)
i'm an unapologetic fan of the show, and here is my rundown on why this week is the "best week ever", in my little corner of the 'verse.

1. Henson Studios is making a major motion picture out of Fraggle Rock!
2. Baby sister coming soon!
3. Finally started physical therapy!
4. Grocery shopping on Monday got me twice as much food as I had planned, and I spent less than I had budgeted!
5. New haircut requires no product!
6. Eye exam tomorrow means new glasses soon, which means I can roll back the 800x600 display settings on my laptop!
7. Firefly marathon on SciFi last night, ending with an inside view of the making of Serenity!
8. I get to take guilt-free time off soon, crash in my home town, and hopefully see my beloved far-away friends like Topher, [livejournal.com profile] bunnyjadwiga, [livejournal.com profile] maziemaus, [livejournal.com profile] juergen, and Becky when I'm not fawning over new baby sis - and I won't be at work!!!!!!
9. OMFGVMSqueeeeeeee!!! (roughly translated, that's oh my fucking gods, veronica mars [tonight] - squeeeee!!!!!!!)
10. Serenity! Serenity! Serenity! Serenity! Serenity! Serenity! Serenity! Serenity! Serenity! Serenity!

In other news... )
daniwithtea: (dance like no one's watching)
I just heard from my step-mom, and she said that my baby sis is healthy and should be about 6-7 lbs. when she arrives. at their last visit, the baby showed no signs of wanting to come out yet, so if there's no sign of progress by this thursday's visit, they plan to induce her next week.

squee!!!! snoopy dance!!!! big sister (again) dance!!!!

damn, i'd better finish that quilt!


Jul. 30th, 2005 01:14 am
daniwithtea: (she feels everything)
this week at work we had mandatory harassment awareness training. the presentor had a chart showing all the things covered under our company's harassment policy, and went over all the things once by one. what he left off the chart was sexual orientation, which is covered in the policy. so i raised my hand to ask him why exactly he was skipping that. he pointed to me and said "yes, sir?" it wasn't until he corrected himself and said "yes, ma'am?" that i realized what he said. a strange moment, that was. the harassment training lawyer getting upset because he thought (correctly, in this case) that he spoke the wrong gender. in this situation, it was weird, because it obviously made him uncomfortable. it's amusing to me how the same gender question a few weeks ago at nolose would have been a courtesy rather than a mistake. anyway, he hemmed and hawed about how he "forgot" to add that to his board, and said a little blurb about sexual orientation, yadda yadda yadda. it pissed me off because he had done probably a dozen classes with that board before the one I attended. the other thing that pissed me off was when he made a statement - went on some length, actually - about how there are two genders: "you're either a man, or you're a woman. there's only two." But, having just outed myself to a few dozen co-workers and execs, I didn't have the balls to argue gender theory with a corporate lawyer.

on a slight tangent from that, there is the matter of my forthcoming sister, and her uber-catholic relatives. quick recap: my dad's wife's family has their religion shoved so far up their asses that until a few weeks ago they were refusing to acknowledge their grandchild, because she was conceived out of wedlock. that has changed, and i'm glad for my dad's wife's sake. now maternal grandma-to-be is throwing the baby shower. i got the invitation in the mail, and it was addressed only to me. not wanting to fuck things up between baby-mom and baby-grandma inadvertently, i called my dad and asked if [livejournal.com profile] fuzzybutchkins was invited to the shower or not. he said that yes, she was invited, and that he and baby-mom want us both to be there, but that we are just to be "friends" at the shower. my dad made it very clear that this was not a reflection on what he and his wife think, and i truly believe that. he says they haven't told her parents yet because for the time being, what they don't know won't hurt them. i asked him if he realized that they were going to have to know eventually, and he said yes, but that could wait. in a way, i understand this. i do. i want baby-mom to have a good relationship with her family, because they're important to her. a happy mommy makes for a happy baby, and that baby is my sister, damnit, so she'd better be happy. so when i called baby-grandma to rsvp, i told her that "my dad said i could bring my roommate". i felt like i was back in college. and i need to remember to call my relatives that will be there, so they know that we're just "roommates" that day. but part of me wants to scream, "what the fuck?!" this is my kid sister we're talking about here, and i will never be anyone other than who i am to her. she will never know mer as my rommate. she'll know her as her sister out-law, or whatever better term we come up with by the time the kid has concepts for such things. come the holidays, am i going to have to spend a few uncomfortable hours pretending i'm somebody else? yeah, it'll take a couple years before paige gets the concept. but after a few years of showing up to everything with the same "roommate", i have a sneaking suspicion that her parents might figure it out. and so all my fears about the back-and-forth of what this kid's going to have to listen to growing up have come back to smack me upside the head, just as i'm crashing down off a week lived entirely on adrenaline, long hours, and yoghurt smoothies. fuck.

tomorrow (or, more accurately, today) and Sunday, we're going away to mer's parents' place at the shore, where i can smoke like a chimney, curse like a sailor, lose myself in a book, and be the fat dyke that i am.


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