photo from nhl.com
For the second time in five years, I’ve sat glued to the tv and waited for a list of names.
The first time, it was the daughter of a college friend.
The second time, thankfully, there was no one that I knew.
It was close, that second time… Parkland is between my home and my office. I know a lot of people with connections to Parkland, to Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. I was waiting to hear a familiar last name, and I hoped to God I wouldn’t.
The kids of Parkland are amazing. I’m sure you’ve seen the news - they are not taking this shit lying down. They are going to change the world and I’m excited to watch them do it. The grown ups have been in charge for way too long and they’ve not done a damn thing to solve the problem.
Columbine (1999) was supposed to be a one-off. This wasn’t supposed to become a regular occurrence, but apparently, it’s more important to deny me my right to CHOOSE whether or not I want to “murder my unborn baby” than it is to ensure that assault rifles aren’t sold and that gun control laws are changed to protect the innocent children the politicians say they care about.
This isn’t a party issue. It’s an issue of deep pockets and greed. Pointing fingers isn’t going to solve anything. It’s time to work together to create the change we need so badly.
I don’t have the answers… I wish I did.
I’m just an anonymous voice on the phone telling my politicians that I’m not happy with their performance. I’m just an anonymous name on an on-line petition. I’m just another email in an un-monitored mailbox.
But at least I’m doing something.
I’ve heard a lot of shit about how the Cats are handling the tragedy in our backyard, a lot of it from people who know nothing.
For what it’s worth, the Panthers are doing more than offering thoughts and prayers. They’re doing more than sewing on patches and applying decals. They’re working behind the scenes to take care of our community. This isn’t the time or the place to be making grand gestures and pointing out how great they are. They’re working quietly, doing the appropriate things, in the appropriate way. I can’t ask for anything more.
This is the time to protect our territory.
And protect it, we shall.
fun with froot loops
So… I’m taking a sewing class in order learn how to make costumes for my Harry Potter and Katniss Everdeen cosplays.
Everybody has to start somewhere and I started with sewing lessons because I can’t remember how to use my sewing machine. The store I’m taking classes at has a five lesson program - it starts with learning how to use the machine and then making pyjama pants. Today was the first day of pyjama pants class and I’ve already got the majority of the easy stuff done. I’m going to finish what I know how to do and hope that we can move forward in the next three classes.
There’s a lot of stuff I want to learn and a lot of stuff I’m impatient to get to… like this.
I think I would look stunning in it. Yes?
(It’s a damn good thing I’ve started to walk more.)
3 pottermore accounts :: ravenclaw, slytherin, slytherin :: wtf
New year, new me, blah, blah, blah…
I joined the Hogwarts Running Club recently after walking my first 5K in November. I never thought I’d be interested in doing 5Ks, but I want to do more. Even if I have to walk. I mean, there’s runs at Disney (some of them even Stars Wars themed!) and then there’s the Universal 10K… plus the Viktor E Dash. Yeah, I’m kind of hooked.
I’m excited to be part of an organisation that does #somuchgood - logging the miles as I fight zombies (Zombies, Run! Couch to 5K) and applying them in an app that turns miles into donations.I even love the fact that the Ravenclaw House is made up of people who embrace book canon over movie canon - blue and bronze forever, baby!
Also of note, I’m enjoying my new commute. I can leave the house at 8:15 and be to work at 9, even with a stop at day care. I used to have to leave the house at 7 and HOPE I’d be to work by 8:45/9. This means that I’m going to pick up Ukrainian and Spanish (again), since I have that extra house in the morning.
Then, there’s the small issue of my Harry Potter obsession coming back with a vengeance. We’re going to the Celebration of Harry Potter next month / next year / end of January and I can’t wait to cosplay, even if it is as a just a boring Ravenclaw student. I might be playing in the Teen Wolf fan fic sandbox, but my heart belongs to HP and Drarry.
So… my three words, as weird as they are, are 5K, language, and fandom. Each has a SMART goal attached which is new for me, so we’ll see how it goes.
5K is tied to health. I want to finish Zombies, Run 5K app, complete all the HRC virtual runs, and do actual IRL 5K runs. I also want to make 2018 miles in 2018, even though it’s 5.5 miles/day. I know I can get there by December.
Language is multi-faceted, and might be better off if it were change to connect, but fuck it. I want to continue with my Ukrainian and connect with my culture. I want to learn Spanish and connect with my coworkers (and the majority of South Floridians!). I want to focus on The Hunger Games series and read all of them this year in Ukrainian. One a quarter. That gives me 4 months to get through a book. I don’t know how possible that is, but I’ll give it a try. Maybe the first book takes 6 months and the other two will go faster… who knows. I’m going to count the chapters of the first book and see if I can work it out.
Fandom may be the weirdest one yet, but it’s definitely the glue that keeps this year together. Hear me out. Through fandom, I can make new friends, grow personally / professionally (YES! TOTALLY!), create, and it will help me with the other two words.
So there you go…
Bring it on, 2018. I’m going to kick your ass… if I survive the next round of Darth Cheeto’s insanity.
these two, i swear to fuck
A great majority of our shit is at the house. There’s still a few things left at the flat, but we’re starting to unpack and settle in.
We have cable, we know what is going in what room, I even know what colours I’m painting most of the rooms.
Starting with that fucking Tinkerbell room.
The previous owners of this house replaced really nice hardwood floors with ceramic tile and then painted all the fucking walls with colours a shade or two too dark. As if that wasn’t enough, they painted one of the bedrooms purple and green and plastered a Tinkerbell border on the wall. I don’t know why, but Tinkerbell fills me with RAGE. I’ve taken little chunks of time here and there to begin the COMPLETE DESTRUCTION of that room and I feel so much better. We’re going to paint it a blue colour that is a little too vibrant, but I’m going to tone it down with some white furniture and I’m going to build out some window trim. (I don’t know what it is about Florida, but none of the windows have interior trim and they all have marble windowsills. *sigh* We’ll be changing the interior quite a bit.)
I already hired someone to come in and remove the largest two mirrors. I’ve also removed some of the ridiculous mirrored medicine cabinets that took up all the wall space in the master bath. No more fun house!
There’s been a white board on our fridge for years and without a doubt, someone with either draw a dick or scrawl the word “PENIS!” on it. I took a 5 minute break from unpacking to defile the clean white board, because reasons.
And now, it’s a home.
i can’t find the street :: look for the one that looks like a penis
So. We have done the impossible.
We have found a fucking house!
Praise the Lord and send ten dollars as my father used to say.
We had such lofty ideas when we started this, so many things we didn’t want and didn’t want to budge on… and all of those things went by the wayside.
I present to you The House on Tallywhacker Terrace.
I wish that were the street’s real name, but it’s not. It did however get christened “Penis Street” when I couldn’t find it on Google Maps and the hubby told me to look for the street that looked like a penis. It wasn’t until I got bored at the MINI dealership on Saturday, that we happened upon Tallywhacker Terrace. The perfect combination of real address and the subtle dick joke. (We’re twelve years old, after all.)
It’s in a gated community with an HOA. In a sub-development called Lake Pointe. POINTE. WITH A FUCKING E. Because, I don’t know, we’re all fancy or shit.
But, there is one nice thing about Lake Pointe - the house is on a lake (Surprise!). 80’ of waterfront, motherfuckers! Granted, it’s not my lakeside cabin in the woods of Maine, but it’s waterfront and we don’t have to drag the kayaks all over creation to get onto the water.
We’re going to close on the house by the end of the month and then a few days later, we’re going back to Universal.
I’m going to miss winter, but I think I could get used to this sort of life…
even if it’s weird to be at the beach in November. Wearing a t-shirt and shorts.