Averygoodun's Personal File

Gakked from ladyofthemasque
( meme )

Heh. Well, I can hope it'll come true again (and maybe next time I'll actually remember the different languages).


Okay. I'm going to apologize now for the lack of "Snape's Journal" updates. I do have more written, but I haven't had the time/energy/will/inspiration to revise them enough for postability. Yes, I am lame. However, as unpolished as it is, here's the next entry for those who care.

( Snape's Journal )

Babe takes long naps. When he goes down it can be for as long as four hours, but he doesn't always like going down (heh, what kid does?). Today was one of those days he really objected, so DH put him "down" in his crib while he was here for a late lunch. Babe cried for about five minutes, rather half-heartedly, before succumbing to the sleep he desperately needed. When DH left for work an hour later, saying he'd be home in a couple of hours, there still wasn't a peep from Babe's room.

Anyway, Babe's been asleep in his room, on the second floor, for a few hours now, and I've been down in the basement keeping my ear out for his cries or the rattling of his crib (which I can hear via the duct-work). A few minutes ago I thought I heard something, so I went up the well-lit basement stairs to find the living room and kitchen completely dark. I had forgotten to turn on any lights before retreating to the den.

I heard another squeak, so I turned the corner to get to the second flight of stairs, and, in the space of a second, realized a few things. One, I didn't hear Babe rattling his crib vociferously, like he usually does when he wakes up. Two, the entrance, which is beside the opening for the up-stairs, seemed darker than usual, and three, there was something small and pale moving in an arc in the midst of all that darkness.

It took me another second before I realized that the motion was from a hand, and a largish person dressed in all black was blocking the entrance.

I gasped and jumped back, heart pounding. Then I heard my husband's laugh.

DH scared the crap out of me by coming home on time. =)


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( Snape's Journal )

So, first off, a late birthday wish to zalena. I hope the year continues to get better and better.

Next, a little list of accomplishments for this year, ( so far. )

And I've finally submitted the final chapter of "25 Dates" to the Petulant Poetess. About time, too.

Now I'm tired.

( Short but Rabid Rant ) Go Podunk!

And here's another edition of ( Snape's Journal )

Hmm. I thought of this last night, though the story it belongs to hasn't been written yet, or even plotted out. This is kind of a segue between the first act and second. Please let me know what you think.

Title: Still
Author: averygoodun
Rating: whatever (anyone)
Warnings: inconclusive; excessive use of ellipses (unbetaed)

( Read more... )



( Snape's Journal )

I think I may be a genius.

I have managed to trap myself into the computer room for 2-4 hours while the leveling compound on the basement floor dries. DH is upstairs with Babe. There is absolutely nothing I can do to help him out.

Hee hee hee.

It was an accident (at first). Really, it was. I had every intention of helping him out with the rest of the room. I just happened to be in the wrong place when the first bucket was poured. I could have got out then, but then there would have been unreachable areas, where the leveler wouldn't have reached. Shucks.

However, I think it's probably a fair deal. After all, I was the one who swept and scrubbed the floor (three hours of scrubbing, hands and knees). We probably have an equal amount of physical exertion at this point.

So now all I can do is wait for the floor to dry. I don't know what I'll do...


( Snape's Journal )

Wow. That was quite the experience. I love my family, but God is it good to be home.

Thirteen people. Nine adults and three very loud children, and my son (who occasionally contributed to the noise).

One house.

Fun.

Anyway, I'm back now, and all three of us are very happy to be home. Babe was stumbling around reacquainting himself with his own toys and his own space with a huge grin on his sleepy face. I was happy to make myself a cup of hot tea and relax on the couch, drinking in the luxury of quiet that pervades this place.

It was nice to see everyone. It really was. My brother has gone all shaggy which is really amusing to me. Fortunately, he's lost a lot of the pudge that was developing over the last couple of years (even taking into account that the camera adds ten pounds). My sister is wonderful as always. Still the perfect daughter and sister, you know? How she manages to survive each day with her two wonderful (but super hyper and noisy) daughters is beyond me. I guess it helps that her eldest is mellowing out into a really nice person. When she's not spazzing.

It is actually beyond me why anyone wants more than one child. A few times this trip I was wondering why anyone reproduced at all, and that's with my sweetheart of a baby. I love him dearly, but...

However, between screaming children and frustrated parents, I managed to actually get some book reading done. I think the majority of my pressies were books, which is really amusing because I think I've read two (actual) books in the last 12 months. Sad, I know.

( Book report )

And then there was the trip back. Fun-ness quadrupled. We left the house at 4:30 this morning, and Babe never got back to sleep. Did I mention that he cut two molars this week, and I believe he's cutting a third? Take off and landing was nightmarish. There wasn't anything DH or I could do to stop the screaming because he was too tired to go to sleep, which meant he was too tired to do anything to cooperate, like suck on his bottle to ease the pain in his ears.

Fun.

And now I can hear DH is back from the doctor. Oh yeah. That was also fun.

Babe came down with a mystery illness on New Year's weekend, you know, when all doctors' offices but the emergency room were closed? He developed a really nasty rash that started at his ankle, then spread all over his body, though in a less vicious form. I thought it might be a reoccurrence of chickenpox based on the nastiness of the rash, but the nastiness was only around his ankles and feet. It wasn't blisterlike anywhere else. Then, Jan 2nd, he developed a fever. That started speculation with diseases such as measles and scarlet fever being brought up.

( details )

So Babe seems fine now, but DH is sick. That's how vacations work, though, right? You go on them intending to rest up and relax, and end up getting sick. Right?

Sea World was fun, though. I got to pet a dolphin. Made me very, very happy. And the manatees made me weepy. Their gaze is just so... compassionate. Weird phrase to use on big, fat, floating blimps, but there it is. I think I like them very much.

Downtown Disney was also fun. Went there on a date with DH (YAY!!! A date! An actual date!) and saw some really beautiful kitsch. Some really nifty art as well. At a store called Pop Art there was a beautiful and completely awesome glass bust made up of holes. There were also some paintings by the background artist of Disney's, Eyvind Earle (?), who worked on the backdrops for Sleeping Beauty, and the like. Those paintings were good. I liked them immediately, then, upon closer inspection, thought they were a bit kitschy, then saw them from a distance and was impressed again, then saw them again a couple days later and was still impressed. They were nice.

( More descriptions of art I saw )

Oh, and the Lego store where you can buy legos by the cup full, with lots of bins organized by type and color! That was pretty darn cool too.

Oh, if only DH and I were rich. Then I would buy myself two houses, one modern and sleek where I could display all the modern art and sculpture I like, and the other more traditional, where I'd live most of the time, and surround myself with beautiful objects d'art that aren't as edgy. And then I could go on vacation more often, and with less of an excuse than a family reunion.


( Snape's Journal )

What, you mean it isn't the 25th yet? Christmas must have come early, then, because these are wonderful, wonderful headlines!

( Political fun-ness )


Joy to the world, there may be hope yet.

( Snape's Journal )

( Bugbear of self doubt and the defeatism of depression )


Today I managed to get 10 dozen cookies made (rum balls... yummm), had a small hissy fit, and got DH to finish a project that's been dragging for the last year. Yay! He was also very, very nice and let me have a long nap this evening.

Tomorrow I get to pick up his Christmas present from the post office (yay!) and go look at frames for "Squashed" at the craft store. Maybe I'll also manage to get the next two batches of cookies made, as well as write and address the Christmas cards. (Anyone want one?) I'll try to be optimistic. Hell, I could even remember to water the plants! Miracles have happened before...

( Snape's Journal )

I have a request to make.  Would people help me figure out all the reasons it's a bad idea for Snape and Hermione to be together?  I've come up with a few obvious ones, but I'm looking for as many, and as vaired, reasons as possible.  The smaller the details the better (like she has good teeth, he doesn't, they'd use different hair cleansers, etc.). 

I would really appreciate the input.


And Happy birthday, amsev! 


( Snape's Journal )

I don't feel good.  Now is really not a good time to get sick, although it might be better than when DH comes home, since he'll almost certainly be sick and need 50 consecutive hours of catch-up sleep...

Maybe some comfort food will help?  Maybe shunting babe off onto someone else will help?  Maybe not getting woken up from naps by telephone calls would help?  Grrr.


Gakked from maebynot ( Bloody Long Book Meme )

(some of my favorites aren't even listed, though!  Like Golden Gate, Vikram Seth;  Emily of New Moon, L.M. Montgomery; Long Dark Tea TIme of the Soul, Douglas Adams... etc.)


( Snape's Journal )