Today Knuckles and I went down the Cape to where we were married, way back in 2000. :D

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Happy Thanksgiving everyone! It's not a holiday that everyone on my flist will be celebrating, but one of the things I'm grateful for is how many lovely people I've met on LJ over the last couple of years. So MWAH! to you all. If you're American I hope you're all spending (happy!) time with family, friends and a good meal, and if you're not please treat yourself to something fun and/or delicious anyway, just because you're awesome :D

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BTW, I'm about to post an offering of Heroes fanfic if anyone is interested. I'm willing to write pretty much anything within that fandom for my girl's vision!

Omen 2 kept us all entertained in the car on the way home from Avon by telling stories involving turkeys (my siblings have fired his imagination by telling him about the turkeys running wild in the area :P).

Here is one called "School for Turkeys"

"The turkeys went down the road to school and sent all the children home. They put apples on the desk for the teacher. They sat clapsed [sic] like this:" (hunches over and mimes clasping hands on desk) "and waited for the teacher. They scribbled on their papers," (mimes scribbling) "AND THEY ALL GOT A 'F'!"

I just remembered: my mom's whole house is going to smell like Paloma Picasso, the perfume she's worn ever since about the time she met my stepdad. It's not really overwhelming, but it's always there, no matter if there's a fire burning, cookies baking, floors being mopped, other people wearing perfume...anything. Since Dad always used to give her more of the stuff for Christmas every year I'm actually a little surprised she's stuck with it as a fragrance since he left, but I guess it must just be one of those things she enjoys for herself. I liked the smell a lot as a kid, and I certainly don't mind it now, but I used to think when I grew up I would wear it myself. Not sure I ever actually did the growing up part, but I did get older, and man, there is just no way. :P

I was just thinking about it because I wondered if it was something my kids would remember about me, some scent or other. I tend to wear a lot of different perfumes so I don't suppose they'd be able to pin anything down really. My image of myself, or the one I want to present to people anyway, changes a lot and I tend to indulge that in the way I dress and the scents I wear.

But anyway, I'm going to walk in the door at my mom's and I'll smell the heat on and probably something cooking and maybe even a fire in the fireplace if it's cold enough, and under it all will be that warm, grown-up smell that I'm never going to be able to associate with anything but Mom. :)

I had my hair cut today--it came out much shorter than I'd planned, just dusting my shoulders when it had been about at my armpits, for lack of a more aesthetically pleasing descriptor. :P I get my hair cut so rarely though that I wasn't too surprised a lot of it had to come off, and honestly when the stylist showed me the back of my head before the cut I was a bit aghast. I had no idea it looked quite so straw-like back there. So she did a really good job and layered it up and all. It has nice soft ringlets now instead of a load of frizz. Oh, and it turns out I actually had no idea how to use a diffuser until today; oops.

I sent my prompts off for Heroes_Exchange earlier and I'm excited for when I get mine to write. I don't know why I always look forward to exchanges so much, I write for a not-huge pairing and then there's the pressure of deadlines. But screw it, I get excited anyway. :D Yay Exchange!

I'm currently writing a sequel to my Weiss/Sark fic "A Brief Interlude" and I'm having a lot of fun with it. Sark is the prisoner this time, and it's going a lot quicker than most of the stuff I've been writing lately.

And we leave for Massachusetts on Monday morning, whee! I'm so happy to be going home for the holiday; my brothers and sisters are so much fun. :D The plan is to take the kids up to Salem and then on one of the days that my mom takes the kids to school with her Knuckles and I will probably go to West Dennis, where we were married. Although the whole of Cape Cod is pretty much a ghost town at this time of year. :D I kind of like it that way though, it's stark and beautiful and uncrowded. It's supposed to rain and be in the mid-high 50s while we're there...just about perfect.

Knuckles has the flu. He called me this afternoon complaining of aches and fever and I just knew. Maaaaan! I sent him to the ED to have one of the few doctors who will speak to him check it out to see if it was serious, but I guess it's not too bad. They said it was definitely flu and gave him an IV of fluids, which sucks for Knuckles because he's needle-phobic, as I was just telling biggerbeans this morning. :P Then they sent him home and I have him tucked snugly into bed.

Plus Omen 1 came home with a stye on the inner bottom corner of her eyelid, so we're all just a hale and hearty bunch today. I've got a bruise the size of two grapefruit on my left thigh from that fall I took the other day, but thankfully it's stopped hurting every time I move.

Omen 2's fine of course, though--the boy didn't so much as break a sweat after that rattlesnake bit him last year, some may recall, so not much else is likely to bring him down. He's too busy keeping a constant stream of food going into his mouth to bother getting sick, I guess. Hopefully no one else will catch Knuckles' flu before we go back to Massachusetts--being sick over the holidays blows.

Just got home from taking Omen 2 to speech therapy. He greeted me at the school by hurling himself on me so that I fell backwards onto the stairs, and I can't tell you how much I needed that hug. :D

We went to the grocery store to shop for dinner, where Omen 2 selected Swedish meatballs, sushi, watermelon and canteloupe. There was a brief moment where I thought he would pick what the store had decided to call 'enchilada-style burritos', which *did* look pretty good, but they were neither enchiladas nor burritos, really. More like chimichangas with red sauce.

And on the way home we had this conversation regarding the children's favorite subject, i.e., my diet:

Omen 2: Momma, do you remember you said you miss cheese the most?
Me: *grimly* Yes.
Omen 2: Do you miss cheese the most?
Me: I do. *silently weeps*
Omen 2: *SINGS LOUDLY* CHEEEEEESE is what Momma misses the mooooosstt! *repeats six times*
Me: *grips steering wheel*

He then reminded me of The Great Cheese Incident, wherein several weeks ago the family went to Whole Foods and I sneaked a cheese cube off the sample tray, ordering the kids not to tell their father. Which they did, immediately. Apparently, to the elementary school set, that story is the most hilarious thing in the history of the universe. I'm going to still be living it down at Thanksgiving dinner 2100. :-O

Ugh, I just told my college roommate something I don't tell a lot of people because it's kind of sensitive, and she *cracked up.* I don't actually know what I expected her to say, but I could probably have done without that. D:

Knuckles bought this DVD workout program called P90X and asked me to do it with him, and I agreed despite that I'm not really supposed to be exercising at all while on my diet. Something about consuming barely enough calories to maintain organ function. I'm kidding!

So we got the pull-up bar and mats and resistance bands and what have you, set tonight as the date to start, and all through dinner Knuckles kept elbowing me and demanding if I was ready to "bring it." I assured him I was. I could tell we were kind of irritating his sister because she didn't know what the hell we were talking about, but tough crap, Tina: you were pissing me off, too. BRING IT!

I was a little too keen to bring it though, because before we began the workout I took my life in hand and stepped onto our Bongo board. The Bongo board is this skateboard-like device that sits atop a single wheel which slides from one end of the board to the other, and we got it a few weeks ago to do balance/ab work. I tried it out a couple of times and then decided to let it mellow in the corner for a bit, hoping that my technique would improve through staring at it. But oh no, tonight I got on, put my left foot down on one end, then brought my right down on the other. Despite a cautious application of weight the board instantly flew off to the right; the thing bloody launched me into the air like a cartoon character. It was spectacular. I came down on my left hand and hip, badly jarring both as this was on ceramic tile of course. For a few seconds I was going to cry because it really hurt, but then I had to laugh. The whole thing was so ridiculous. I did scare the living hell out of everyone who witnessed the spectacle though.

That set the tone for the whole workout. I have zero upper body or core strength, so I really couldn't do a single exercise, and my wrist throbbed through every single attempt at a pushup. Forget getting down on my left side to do anything, either.

Sorry Knuckles: I so did not bring it. :P

Oh man! There's a user on something called folkd.com with my name. It's really annoying to me if only because boudecia7 is such an unusual spelling/number combination--how the hell did this happen? And if there's someone out there floating around with the same name, who knows what kind of trouble they might get into that could come back to me. :(

Hee hee, not that he/she has said anything offensive at the moment. They're probably far worse off being associated with *my* content.

What the hell? Knuckles just came home from taking Omen 1 to dinner and she produced a 20 dollar bill that someone had given her in the bathroom after she provided them with a paper towel or something. Mind you, this was Scottsdale, but still. Then Knuckles tells me that some other woman came up to him and asked if our daughter could sit at the bar with her and her friends. Jesus Christ. I need to bottle whatever that kid has, because it's ridiculous.

Meanwhile, mere moments before the pair had returned home, Omen 2 sleepwalked his way out of his bedroom, paced a few circles in front of me while I stared like an idiot, then pulled down his pants and peed on the floor.

It's kind of a mixed bag in the old gene pool here. :P

Title:Every Day
Author: boudecia7
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
Verse: I think this can be read without the others in the series, but it follows on from: Still, Passage , Soon, Toothache, Interlude, Go Fish, Port , and Chennai.
Summary/Notes: The boys adjust to their new family and life in India. This is where I always wanted the story to go, so while it may not be the last in the series, I just thought I’d say that :P. Many thanks to all who followed along and gave encouragement as I was writing. <333

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This seems to be making the rounds and I know it's a variation on a meme I've done before, but I'm horrifically bored at the moment and wouldn't mind the distraction. :D Alternatively, commenters can ask me to pick something from their own work for them to do the meme to, that'd be just as much fun.

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

ETA: My index, just to make it all a little less of a pain in the ass :P

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARMEXGIRL!!


Love you honey! Now go eat some carbs and ting. <33333

OK, so tonight I basically got tired of the nastiness that are my fingernails, but I'm useless with nailpolish. I think I'm going to try to squeeze in time to see a professional about this problem tomorrow. My nails are really short, the way I like them, but they desperately need to be evenly shaped and seen to.


Poll #1477824
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 6

So! What color should I get?

Should I have my toes done as well?

Did you say yes to the #2? Then what color should my toenails be?

Ugh. Just had this conversation with Knuckles:

K: Is worker a verb?
Me: Eh?
K: ‘Thomas Edison was a hard worker’?
Me: That’s a noun!
K: So what’s the verb, hard?

He was checking Omen 1's homework, where she was supposed to underline linking verbs and hadn't got a single one right. Nor did she care to listen to my explanation, she just wanted to cry about having to redo it. Arrrgh...

On a more interesting note to anyone who's friended me for fic-reading purposes, I did get something sorted in my head this morning finally :D Massive rewrites ahead, but that doesn't take too long once the idea is properly there.

I've been learning lately that when I'm not entirely sure where something is going it's best not to post in pieces...that works fine for a lot of stuff but when I'm trying to wrestle a plot out of my plot-challenged brain, it almost always helps if I can go back and fix stuff earlier in the story to fit with later goings-on. :P

I'm bored, please forgive/ignore the babbling nature of this entry.

I got home from dropping off the kids this morning--oh!--and let me tell you, I'm in a foul mood with both of them. After forgetting his homework the night before last, Omen 2 had double the amount to complete with me when he got home yesterday. So as I'm sitting there on the couch like a fool, waiting for him to return from the back of the house where he'd run to get a pencil, I hear what sounds like his voice outside. I open the front door and find him on the lawn with partner-in-crime Donna, once again playing with the hose like I've asked him a million times not to do. He'd climbed out his bedroom window! @#%$$^^*@

Right. So I got home and turned on the TV this morning to find it was on some shopping network--don't know why, no one in the house watches those--and some woman was displaying a really ugly turquoise ring circled with what I'm guessing were probably fake diamond-type things. Turquoise and diamonds. Erm, ICK. But I guess she must have a certain amount of time she has to fill talking about each item, because she put it on her index finger and started chatting about how it's fashionable to wear big rings on your 'pointer finger' now and 'I've always said if you're going to wear a ring on your pointer finger it should be a show-stopper' or some such crap. She started demonstrating by jabbing around the studio like an idiot. Poor woman, what a job. I'm sure when she realized she had another 5 minutes to go with the damn piece she probably tried it on one of her toes or something, but I'd already turned the set off.

I've been flipping through the fall magazines so: why do jewelers persist in trying to sell the public on brown diamonds by calling them 'chocolate'? Fuck off jerks, if I had money for diamonds I'd want pretty ones. Send those things back to whichever dealer stiffed you in the first place and quit trying to market them as a delicious new trend, it's not happening.

AND: What's with all the fur? When I was a teenager, fur was so reviled that most of the magazines I read wouldn't even accept ads from furriers, let alone push them as a trend. I realize I don't really have a leg to stand on as I'll wear leather and I eat meat, but...it just saddens me to see the sea change in attitude toward fur. It's not like fake fur doesn't look just as good. If I had to hazard a guess...and this is total conjecture, I'd say it has to do with the economy sucking. The haves are in a big panic trying to make sure they don't get mistaken for have-nots in the age of buy-outs and belt-tightening by stepping out in the most expensive stuff they can lay hands on.

Sorry for all that; as I said, I'm bored :P

While cleaning out the bedroom this afternoon I found a bracelet Knuckles gave me when we were dating.

( happy happy )

Yeah, I can't really wear it to work. :P But I ain't working today, baby! :D:D:D

Knuckles' parents had us over for dinner tonight and afterwards his mother made some charming remark about Arizona being crawling with Mexicans. Knuckles said, "Just like those damn Irish in Boston," (his mom's from Ireland), and got the most seriously evil glare ever, but FFS. How does she think it's any different?

Knuckles later suggested that she puts boiled potatoes outside the door at night to ward off spirits; obviously, he likes to rag on his mom. :P

I had the weirdest thing happen the other day. A lot of what I do is teaching for people who've just come home from the hospital, and in some cases people are on coumadin to prevent blood clots. Well, almost always if they've just had a surgery, but whatever. In some cases they're going to be on it for life, and if their insurance is halfway decent it will pay for them to have their own meter to test how their blood's clotting so they don't have to go into the lab every week or what have you. It's called a PT/INR meter and there's about 3 versions I teach.

Here's the weird part: I had this woman INSIST she was coming to my house to learn the meter the other day, and that just wasn't happening. Since when do patients do that? I'm not sure if she thought I was going to rob her (I already know the address, lady!) or if, like me, she keeps a virtual sty and just didn't want me to see it. Anyway, I called up my office and told them I was going to do the teach there and they were quite pleased as apparently S, my nursing director, has been wanting to learn how to use the machines as well. A)I learned how to use them from watching the little DVD that comes in the box, so there's been nothing preventing S from learning to this point and B)I don't really want her stealing my cases. She's supposed to be in the office fielding phone calls from me when I need direction, and instead every time I call she's 'in the field' and bloody useless besides when she DOES call back. So the last thing I want is her being out of the office even MORE and taking my paycheck while she's at it.

How is this my life, LOL?

This is rather sad, but I cannot stop staring at my husband's veins. Ever since he lost weight they have been like, so perfect for getting a stick. We'll be sitting on the couch watching FlashForward, and I'll be fingering his arm, feeling up his veins...he can't stand it. :P He's afraid of needles. Man though, I wish every patient I did a blood draw on had his veins.

Bah! I had such a miserable day yesterday. Every time--and I mean, literally, every time--I tried to go somewhere I'd take a wrong turn that would end up nearly doubling my mileage (I drive around all day seeing patients who live variously in the city and in the sticks), and my GPS kept acting up on me, my phone kept dying, etc. I would recharge it from my laptop because I stupidly don't have a car adapter, so it would then take a few minutes to open back up and naturally I was late everywhere I went, too.

I had a break in the middle of the afternoon but I spent the entire morning going through this and then I spent the late afternoon through evening the same way. My last case was about an hour from home, and on my way back I decided to stop and buy graham crackers so the kids could make s'mores. Well, and toilet paper, we needed that too. So I loaded the items in question into my car and dumped my shopping cart in the little collection place, and drove off. Ten minutes from home I realized I had no idea where my wallet was--I'd taken it out of my purse to go into the store so as not to be dragging a hefty collection of patient records with me just to get a few things.

The wallet, I realized, must've been left lying on the infant seat in the shopping cart. I called the store up and they didn't have it. I called Knuckles and he was really at the end of his rope as he'd had to take both kids with him to a long event Omen 1 was supposed to attend that night, and it was 9:30, so...yeah. Tiredness and frustration all around. I came home and dropped off the groceries, and by then he'd cooled down and felt bad for me, so he loaded the kids into his car and we all went together back to the store. Where they still didn't have the wallet, and it wasn't anywhere in the parking lot. So that was another 2 hours wasted because we still had the drive home.

Bad enough losing my driver's licence and a wallet that I really, really loved--it was blue with squid imprinted on it!--but, for once in my life, I'd actually had money in it, too. $220 to be exact, which was my gas and lunch money for next week. Don't know how I'm going to cover fuel expenses now. I'm so upset and mad at myself; I was exhausted and I'd almost not stopped for the groceries in the first place,but I'd wanted to make the kids happy. Ugh.

Happy Birthday Kethni!!

Mwah! Hope it's a good one, sweetie! <3333333

I just signed Omen 1's planner for last week and noticed she got written up for not listening to the teacher. When I observed this to her, she responded, "But it was the P.E. teacher." Oh, well, problem solved then, lol.

She comes by it honestly at least. :P


ETA: And Omen 2, already far more like his Uncle Joe than anyone cares to admit, is now pitching a fit in the bathroom over someone leaving toothpaste leaking out of the tube. Joe, btw, with his refusal to eat the last bite of any food he may be eating on the questionable grounds that it may have his own spit on it, is well on his way to becoming a certifiable weirdo.

perdiccas picked out 6 of my icons for me to explain...yes, I *do* actually have more than the dandelion. See!

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Urrrgh, I'm destroying my eyes! Yesterday the right one started getting all red and sore, so I changed my contact lenses--they're the kind that you change monthly and can sleep in at night, but I always take them out anyway because I still wake up with that stuck-on feeling if I don't. And I swear it can't have been a month already since I changed them. Regardless, it did feel a lot better after the change, but my right cornea remained blood-red. I put some drops in last night fully expecting the condition to be cleared up this morning, but no. Not only that, but now my left eye is red, too.

I'm wearing a lens just in the left until I have to go see a patient at 10, then I'll put in the right and suffer I suppose. Hurts so much! These fucking lenses are killing me!

I scanned in images for the toffee bars, peanut butter blossoms, and vanilla butterfly cupcakes in case anyone wants to follow in my sweet-tooth loving steps. :D

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OK, where the frak is my bongo board? I have been waiting on the damn thing for a week. The UPS tracker says that it arrived in Phoenix yesterday so presumably it's out for delivery, but of course they're not going to update the tracking page until after I already have it. Late this morning I received a text message from Amazon telling me I had received a book that was delivered yesterday. Yes; yes I did, Amazon. Thanks for that helpful addition to the list of Stuff I Already Know.

I'm making glazed garlic prawns for dinner from my new Indian cookbook, but I'm going to have to leave out the mango chutney since I can't have fruit. *sadface* It'll be good anyway.

And then I have a list of dessert-y snacks I'm going to make with the kids: toffee bars, peanut butter blossoms, and vanilla butterfly cupcakes. Mmmm. Yeah, I can't have any of it, but it's still fun to bake. :D

Sleeeeepeh....

And true to form, not going to bed yet. :P I'm like a 6-year-old. Speaking of 6-year-olds, I know I posted pics of Omen 2 last week after his teacher emailed us to whine about his long, lustrous hippie locks. I trimmed them up myself, and didn't do a half-bad job if I do say so myself. I left it a bit long on top though, just to keep the curl in, and some days it's unrulier than others.

So individual picture day rolled around and I slapped a little Be Curly in Omen 2's mop-top to keep it from going all flat and shipped him off to have his photo taken in his favorite Vampenguin shirt (yeah, vampire penguin, hee!). And presumably the photographer took his picture as that's his job and all, but we got word from the teacher later on that the guy was complaining Omen 2's hair hadn't been brushed that morning! The hell it wasn't, and since when does he have any business griping to kids' teachers about their hair, anyway?

Of course my first concern was that someone might have brushed it, as they used to do that to Omen 1 ALL THE TIME and drive me bonkers. She'd return home with these pictures that looked straight out of the Seinfeld episode where they all got low-flow showerheads, oy. So what's the deal, are crazy-ass curls a big problem now? It's not like my kids have rats' nests or anything. I'm certainly not going to take a flat-iron to the pair of them. I guess my children just look like street urchins. Maybe next year I'll give them mohawks.

Any one else remember those old Saturday morning ads where Bugs Bunny showed the dangers of household appliances? Loose cords, pot handles sticking out from the stove, etc?...I swear to god, *every* time I have dinner at my mother-in-law's I'm always stalking by the stove turning pot handles in. It's not even just my kids I worry about; that kitchen is TINY and there's always at least 3 people who don't need to be there mucking about. My mother-in-law is about as nimble as a Holstein, and one of these days she's going to just back herself right up into one of those pans and scald her back something fierce.

No one ever wants to listen though :P

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So we got this curt email from Omen 2's teacher today, probably because it was Class Picture Day:

The handbook states that : boy’s hair should not extend over the top of the collar in the back, over the eyebrows in the front, or over the midpoint of the ear on the sides.

Just look at him:
( The horror )

Heehehehe, OK, I have to admit that he does look like a filthy scamp. Sorry we ruined Picture Day, Ms. R. :P Also, "boys' hair" should have the apostrophe after the "s" and not before.

Just in case anyone didn't see kethni's invite, let me repeat it here: we're going to be IM chatting during Heroes tonight, starting 8 pm Pacific Standard Time. Anyone who'd care to join in is more than welcome, you can find us on Windows Live Messenger at kethni@hotmail.com and boudecia7@live.com. I'm not 100% sure that *I* know how to connect multiple people into one conversation, but Kethni does. :P

It's probably not going to be possible to get everyone synced perfectly either, so if having someone squee or curse about something in the show 30 seconds before you actually see it is going to be too distressing, you'd probably be better off waiting until you've seen the episode in full, then join us Saturday when we plan to watch again.

Other than that, please join in even if you're shy and don't think you'll want to say anything. :) I think it'll be fun!

Ugh, so I've been on this diet, right, and I wasn't going to post about it because listening to other people's diet info is monumentally boring. D: Here's the thing though, it's working fantastically, but this afternoon I had to really force-feed myself a chicken soup I made for lunch because I'm just so damn bored with my food, and then tonight I couldn't eat at all. I put some food in my mouth and literally had to spit it out before I gagged on it; the texture's gone all bad for me.

And I'm still not hungry. I've had about 5 cups of coffee since dinnertime, but no food. And this is a problem, because if I don't eat the prescribed amount of protein/vegetables, I'm going to end up losing muscle mass and/or, well, fainting.

I need to get some beef or lamb tomorrow, I guess, or some fish. The problem's got to be that I keep eating turkey and chicken, and I'm sick to death of them. I guess one good thing that's come of the whole thing is I no longer have any interest in snacking whatsoever. Food has truly become a chore for me. Le sigh.

And hopefully this is my last post about my diet. :P

Yesterday it seemed to me that Elliott had not been eating his food, but I thought perhaps Knuckles had been topping off his bowl because it's hard for Ellliott to bend his neck with his arthritis. But I got him a can of soft food for a treat and he gobbled it down, and later after questioning Knuckles discovered he hadn't refilled the bowl, so Elliott hadn't eaten in maybe 2 days. I bought a bunch more soft food.

He's been peeing in the house a lot, so we put him out in the yard while we watched a movie last night and then Knuckles went out to get him around midnight. He usually needs some help getting up from wherever he's lying down. Just as I realized Knuckles had been gone an unusually long time he came in carrying Elliott, and he had blood all over his jeans; evidently Elliott had started flailing about so hard when he tried to get up that he smacked his head on the ground and started bleeding from his mouth. I wanted to take him to the animal hospital then and there, but Knuckles insisted we give him ibuprofen and see how he was doing in the morning.

I just don't know what to do anymore. I spent the entire night crying and I fully expected to find my dog dead on the couch this morning, but he's out in the yard right now. He's so stiff, he keeps his head at this strange angle all the time, and his back legs give out on him practically every other step. It's miserable seeing him this way, and I don't think he's happy either. I'm just sick over the whole business. He has a vet's appointment on Wednesday and I don't even know if he'll make it that far, and I don't want him suffering. :(

I started recording "A Little Princess" to watch with Omen 1, and I'm already pissed off because the little girl cast as Sara is this blonde little thing with tiny blue eyes, and maybe it's not such an important thing, but one of the details I still remember about the book after decades is that the girl had short black hair and HUGE green eyes. Bah! Bah, I say. :P

ETA: Oh, screw this thing to hell. I think someone maybe glanced at the cover of A Little Princess once and decided that gave them all they needed to know to make the movie. *scowls*

So my kids were yelling at each other in the back of the car today while I was on the phone, as is their wont. Mostly just Omen 2 trying to get my attention because Omen 1 spilled the ice pack that he needed for reasons I just don't have the energy to get into :P. So Omen 1 screams, "She's ON THE PHONE!" and her brother shouts back, "And you're on the crazy!"

But I feel like *I'm* the one on the crazy. :P

I'm really excited about Fringe starting up again tonight though. Yay! :D

So! *hands on hips* It's our wedding anniversary today and Knuckles took off for a business trip to Atlanta a couple of hours ago. :P To be fair, he did tell me last week that he was going away today, I just didn't put it together with Wednesday being the 16th and all until last night. And he didn't really schedule the trip, his secretary did, and I know she didn't realize either so...just a muddle all around.

Also: I think I'm going to have to put my dog down this weekend. He has terrible, terrible arthritis that seems to have come on in just the last couple weeks from your basic slight stiffness to full-on, can't get up on his own, always falling down, miserable arthritis. He's always been an active dog and he looks so unhappy with not being able to move around. He's making me cry, darn him! Elliott is 13 now and we've had him for about as long as Knuckles and I have been together. He's breaking my heart.

( Ficcish stuff...lots of blathering on )

Title: One More Try
Author: boudecia7
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Luke/Nathan
Summary: ( Cut for those who haven’t seen/don’t wish to be SPOILED for Vol. 4 )
Warnings: For Vol. 4. If you know who Luke is, there’s not much else that’s spoilery.
A/N: Happy Birthday, frogs_alive!!! This fic is for you, hon; hope you enjoy! (and sorry I’m posting so late in the day!)

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Urrrgh, I have no time to write anymore. I know it doesn't look like it since I just posted that huge 12-part monster, but it was all finished so all I had to do was remember to post the next chapter every day.

Beyond that, I'm never home in the mornings which is when I most like to write, and in the evening I'm so tired I turn out awful, awful stuff. I know, wah. I'm employed in a time when plenty of people aren't, and I actually like my job, so I'm not trying to complain, really. I do kind of miss being able to have that free time in the mornings, though.

Title: Captive 12/12
Author: boudecia7
Pairing:Matt/Mohinder
Rating: R this part; NC-17 for the series as a whole
Summary/Warnings: 5YG AU in which Homeland Security Director Matt Parkman is a rebel operative who kidnaps Mohinder to further the cause. Warnings for my attempts at plot, as well as bondage in numerous places. Nothing worse than that though.
A/N: Eeee, last part! Thank you so much to everyone who's read and stuck with it all this time. I had so much fun writing this fic, so I really hope everyone who's read along has had fun too. And I hope the ending is worth the wait! <333


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Title: Captive 11/12
Author: boudecia7
Pairing:Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This is a really long fic (64,607 words, all told), but I’m pleased to say it’s finished and not a WIP. I’m posting it one part/day so as not to overwhelm the flist, but it’s all complete. Grateful thanks to kethni for feedback and continued support as I was writing this beast. :D
Summary/Warnings: 5YG AU in which Homeland Security Director Matt Parkman is a rebel operative who kidnaps Mohinder to further the cause. Warnings for my attempts at plot, as well as bondage in numerous places. Nothing worse than that though.

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Well. I just found a lollipop stuck in my cat's armpit; that was a fun extraction. My poor cats.

Title: Captive 10/12
Author: boudecia7
Pairing:Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This is a really long fic (64,607 words, all told), but I’m pleased to say it’s finished and not a WIP. I’m posting it one part/day so as not to overwhelm the flist, but it’s all complete. Grateful thanks to kethni for feedback and continued support as I was writing this beast. :D
Summary/Warnings: 5YG AU in which Homeland Security Director Matt Parkman is a rebel operative who kidnaps Mohinder to further the cause. Warnings for my attempts at plot, as well as bondage in numerous places. Nothing worse than that though.

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Title: Captive 9/12
Author: boudecia7
Pairing:Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13 this part; NC-17 for the series as a whole
A/N: This is a really long fic (64,607 words, all told), but I’m pleased to say it’s finished and not a WIP. I’m posting it one part/day so as not to overwhelm the flist, but it’s all complete. Grateful thanks to kethni for feedback and continued support as I was writing this beast. :D
Summary/Warnings: 5YG AU in which Homeland Security Director Matt Parkman is a rebel operative who kidnaps Mohinder to further the cause. Warnings for my attempts at plot, as well as bondage in numerous places. Nothing worse than that though.

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