chase_acow

I am the sorest girl is sore town. But this story starts one week ago.

Some of y'all might remember a post a couple of months ago where I just needed to vent about an absent mom and heavily unequal effort in our relationship. She did finally text back, and without really opening up about her thoughts and her life, apologized and did actually invite me over at a specific time with a specific activity planned. And she did try a little harder to text and call back and forth in the meantime.

On Tuesday, I loaded up the dogs and off we went. We got idk, 9.5/10th of the way there before the car started clicking and decided it was done. Very busy highway and I am suddenly doing 30 mph - I'm imagining I got flipped off quite a bit. But there was a nice little rest pull out, and I waited for Mom and Carl to come out and drive the rest of the way with me just in case.

Long story, still kind of long - I have to replace the engine. WHY ARE ENGINES SO EXPENSIVE?!?

I still actually had a very good visit. And she tried really hard to be present and do things.

( Blue Heritage Spring Center near Eureka Springs pics )

Rented a car to get back home for work because they don't expect my car to be done before Friday, and Enterprise gives me a brand new Camry with a thousand miles on it. I looked at it and immediately suspected a trap. I finally figured out the A/C, then I finally figured out the bluetooth, eventually I figure out the cruise control. This car is so much smarter than I am. It was fun to drive, but also, little terrified of messing it up.

On Sunday, I grab the car keys to go to work, and it isn't until I pull back up the driveway that I realized I forgot to grab my house keys which I had not added to the GIANT car fob.

Alas.

So I gotta break into my own house. Okay. How hard can it be? I don't lock any of the windows, and I have some tools and a ladder. I go around the backyard, because I don't really want this to be a neighborhood slapstick show, and pick the window for the utility room because there's less stuff to break in there. I pop the screen and the poorly fitting glass out, wedge my little spade under the window and leverage it up several inches. This house has a crawl space, so it's up. I say this because it's also a very old wooden window I haven't tried to open in the last three years.

( the set up )

I heaved. I struggled. I worked one side, and then the other. I bent at the knees, straightened my arms out and used all my strength . . .

and I still didn't have a chase_acow sized opening. But I could see the cats* sitting in the doorway watching my increasingly pathetic attempts. They do not seem to care.

Both my guy-friend dispatchers are on nightshift, so I wasn't going to bother them in the middle of the afternoon. My other dude coworker is currently on duty in his black pajamas, so he's a last resort. But I do have neighbors with teenagers. I usually try not to bother them because except for their dogs during the day, and when the 23 year old makes the 13 year old cry, they keep to themselves and mow their yard. Unfortunately, mama redneck (affectionately) rouses the 23 year old and sends him over, beggars can't be choosers, and he does manage to wedge the window up another four inches before he declares that's it and heads back to his nap.

All right, it's now or never.

I first try head first. There's an end table under the window to help stabilize my weight while I wiggle in. I get to my waist, realize how much it'll hurt and how impossible it will be to change my mind once I commit. I back out and study the situation again. I grab a smaller wooden ladder, get up on the top rung and swing one leg through while balancing on the other leg and . . . I don't know how to keep going. But all my weight is on one leg which is quickly letting me know that it's struggling.

Oh no. I'm too high to duck my head and upper body through the window. I have probably less than a minute before my other leg gives out. I am now regretting every single decision the universe has ever made that has led to my birth which has led to this day.

Luckily, lightbulb comes on. I step down one rung while clinging to the window so I don't overbalance, this gives me room to duck through and I am now standing inside my house! \0/

I immediately went to attach my house key to the car fob. And two days later I am still so sore in such weird places!

I took the neighbors chocolate chip cookies to thank them, and so they'll help me the next time too.


*more about the cat status later!

I am way in over my head on the thing I'm working on for the MarvelReverseBang. Clothing is hard. However, I imagine nudity is also hard and is frowned on harder when looking for reference pics at work.

My second attempt at lasagna might have had too much meat sauce, though Wal-Mart gave me weird thin flat noodles instead of the thicker once with the wavy edge, so at least they definitely cooked through. However because of the substitution I have two more boxes of them, and I doubt I'll finish the extra in my freezer for another couple of months. So what else do people do with weird flat oven ready noodles?

Had to call for another visit from the plumber and I'm hoping they can fit me in today. The drain for the washing machine gets backed up and the water spews down the wall and I'm getting sad for my wood flooring. I mean I've mopped it up ever since I noticed, but still. I tried to stick the drain poker thing I have down it, but it's not long enough. I haven't washed clothes for the last two weeks and my lounge clothes are getting more and more ridiculous as I try to find clean things I evidently STOPPED WEARING FOR A REASON!

eta: they're here! Maybe I'll be able to continue to wear clean underwear!
eta2: oy that's a bad smell.

Mowed the lawn, but used the highest setting because I didn't feel like crying. This left enough of the weeds there that I felt fine finally spraying them so they will hopefully be deader when I mow them short next week.

I'm 24,000 words into my J2 big bang with probably another 8/9,000 words left to go. I'm into part three, and suddenly Jensen is trying to insist that he needs equal POV time. Somebody just shoot me now. I might have to bribe him with a separate (and short!) one-shot.

I’ve had some sort of glass fragment stuck in my foot for the last three days. It doesn’t always hurt, but when it does, it is hella annoying. To continue my whine, my house had better turn the air conditioner on soon. Last night was hot enough that I couldn’t go to sleep until around 2 am. Some of the other apartments still have their heaters on, it boggles the mind. I need to find a job, but I have zero references. That doesn’t not make it very easy. Finally, it’s dead week, and I don’t want to do anything but I still have two papers to write and two tests to take.

There’s been a lot of SPN wank around, but I wisely did not click any of the links. Just knowing it was there was enough to throw off my fandom orbit. I got to thinking though, about my hopes for the future of Supernatural:

( Non spoilery wish list. )


Also, my unpopular fannish opinions on Daniel Jackson:

( winces )

Also, there's a guy in my program from Brazil. I told him his powerpoint was spiffy and he got really confused because he didn't know the word. It was cute, and I had to explain how lame I am. : )

I went to church today. I think I had repressed how much it offends me to sit there for an hour and listen to how I should be subservient to any male that comes along thinking that he knows what's best for me. That's probably why I haven't been for over a year.

I have stuff I want to post, but now with all the secrecy of my mcshep_romance prompt I can't because I don't know which of the various plots I'll end up writing. It's kind of frustrating. And yet, I'm still very excited about the whole idea, I got a great prompt.

If anyone else is willing to let me inflict my icon making skills on their interest, my last post is still open.

I'm on my way home tonight, so I'm going back to not having any internet access at home. I have definitely decided to move to Arkansas. Now I just have to figure out how to do it. I'm excited for the chance to have real people to talk to again, even if they are family...
: )

So yesterday, I pampered myself by leaving the A/C on all day. That was nice. I even turned on my fish (which since I just filled up their tank again decided to rechristen them - Curt, Lincoln, and Kenobi. Curt likes to bother Kenobi.) on for part of the evening. Yeah, that's me splurging on electricity.

I found out that there's no good way to clean up raw egg from a carpeted floor. At least I couldn't find it, so please enlighten me.

Then, I couldn't go to sleep until aobut 3:30 in the effing morning. I get freaked out enough when I stay up 'till midnight because I'm between roommates and the doors don't actually lock, and this sucked big time. I've started sleeping with a hammer on my headboard, that's how paranoid I am. Then I get woken up at nine, by sounds coming from the attic directly over my room. Not a fun time.

( Am I the only one who can't stand the new Island premiere pics? )

Star Wars-

- I wish Jedi would curse like normal people. It would make our job hella easier.

- Hermione is a Jedi, it's canon. I'll admit, I bought Anakin Skywalker: A Jedi's Journal on eBay and I use it to write down my fic ideas and for a bit of inspiration. It's got notes and sketches by Annie, and towards the end he mentions the other Jedi Padawans, including Hermione, a human female.

- I want to write Jedi on a Hot Tin Roof casting Anakin as Brick, Padme as Maggie, Palpatine as Big Daddy, and Obi-Wan as Skipper. I should probably seek professional help.

- It's my goal to finish ESB by the end of the week, and then take a bit of hiatus to get back into the school swing of things. Wish me luck.