Lak of Posts

Sure enough, things happen, and I think of the post, writing it in my head, but getting it down onto the computer seems to be a taxing job. I love to blog, but this past month or so seems to be difficult to put my words down.

I have failed you, I am sorry. I do promise to change that. I will do my best to change this. School will start, con stuff will become more pressing, but my crafts will be my release, my blog will be my release, Neil will be my rock, Sam will be my, well, he's my baby, so I'm not really sure what to classify him under.

Should I give anime reviews of animes I watch, the ones Vito insist I watch? Might be interesting, Eh, maybe I might put a few in, just for fun.

Migrains, Menopause and Apps

There is a momentary silence, but it wont last. Ever so small a moment where there is no sharp pain or pounding. What would be the price to pay to be rid of migraines? They seem to be getting more and more frequent as I age. Granted I am only 24- 25 next month. Some say menopause hits and they go away, some say they only get worse. Must I wait till then, ascending in pain levels to see, just on hear-say that they might go away?

With smart phones, you get a whole new world of apps, and I have one that helps track migraines. It's rather neat. I mark the date, time, intensity, triggers, meds (if I take any), location and extra notes. I'm not sure why location is relevant, but it's there. It's like a diary for me. No matter where I go I have this app that almost says "Hey, I understand, now tell me about all of it." Not that it really talks in a voice, that would just be creepy.

Crisis!!!

Now here's my crisis: what should I do with Megan on her day? See, I spent a day with Lauren. We went to a movie (Smurfs, it was fun), shopping, lunch, hung out, but would an 8 year old like that too? Blah. What would she like? Mom suggested the petting zoo, which would be a good idea, then a movie, then some ice cream, but that seems like a lot of money for a day... that could be her birthday gift right? I NEED ideas!!!

Giving blood is a bitch. Today Neil and I went to give blood. Just me, Neil didn't give blood, he was my driver. My iron count was good, yah! But my veins rolled half way threw the bag (can they really do that?) and they couldn't find them again, so the bag was half full and unable to be used. Fuck that.

Knitting has been going well though... got one sock done, Neil tried it on (he's my foot model) and he says I made it a about 1/2 inch too short. T_T So sad. The other one has to match so I have to wait till the next pair to make them 1/2 longer. Ugh. Lately I've been dreaming (yes, dreaming) of different colored fingering yarn for socks. I want to learn how to make them from the toe up, but I'm having hard time understand my fabulous Wendy Johnson book. I love her, but I'm getting confused. >_<

Kitten

Since we had to take back our kitten, I decided it was time for another change. Yup, purple! Well, blue-ish-purple.

The kitten was all black... getting some white on her tummy, and in the right light glowed a little reddish-orange. Her mother was black, her father orange-white. We couldn't keep her because Sam wasn't accepting her and it wasn't fair to him or her to keep her. We had named her and were weening her (she had lost her mother to a coyote at week one, she's at week five), and even litter box trained her. It was a hard decision but we had to make it, she went back to a loving home, they wanted her back too so that was good. She will always be known as Fuku Fumoffu, and Alberta to them. I'll still get to see her when I get my hair done, but it wont be the same.

Our hearts are broken and we need something to keep them occupied a bit more, so here's hoping!

Family

Wow. The family reunion trip we took (a few days ago... sorry for being lazy and not updating!) on the 8th-11th.

It was Neil's first time on the plane and I have to say, it was kinda cool. He got to see a few major landmarks from the air, it was fascinating, though taking pictures of it isn't easy. He of course got the window seats and I got the middle seats (icky!) but it was worth it. The airport scene was great. I didn't relies how much I missed it! The sound of the clicking when the wheels of suitcases hit the cracks of the tiles. The sound and smells. Ah! Miss traveling. Hope to travel again soon.

Meeting family was interesting. It was fantastic. I loved it. I hope Neil told the truth that he was okay and did in fact have fun. Meeting new babies, babies that grew into kids, kids that grew into teenagers, and teenagers that grew into young adults, young adults that grew into better adults, and better adults that grew into elders that are both goofy and wise. Ah, the cycle of life. It was great. Neil met so many family members but also got to have time to himself in the moter-home (he had a computer or two to fix). There was cake (made by our fabulous cousin! She's so talented!), caterers with such yummy food, fruit to no end that the kids just ate up (and me.....). So much fun to be had.

The first reunion, the one on the 9th was at the family adobe. HUGE amount of people. There were so many family I didn't know we had. There was a snow-cone machine (huge fan of it....), cotton candy, mist tent, bouncy house, dunk tank, and so much more. OH! and I live mariachi band, or how ever it's spelled. Where there is the Mexican attire and like five in the band one singer, it's awesome.

The next day was spent at grandma's. And that's where the fruit was and the catering and the amazing cake came in.  Plus the amazing pool. Salt water pool. I was in it almost all day, didn't remember sunscreen. Note to self, REMEMBER SUNSCREEN!!! I have this odd super-hero-type-suntan on my back. A white X on dark skin. I'm a superhero in revers! Ha ha. It was so great to spend time with my family and have them all meet Neil and say that they like him.

Overall fantastic!

Out of Shape

Cleaning your massive room can make you winded. I had to use my inhaler! Since we moved in almost two months ago there have been some boxes left in the room, since there is room in our big room. It doesn't help that I'm very lazy and get panic attacks whenever I see said boxes. Not today. Today I decided to tackle them a bit. Got a good amount done before I noticed I wasn't really breathing. Scary. Gasping a bit I reached for my med chest and got the inhaler. Little Totty (Vito's daughter) had been 'helping' me with the cleaning (she's 4) and seeing me use the inhaler wanted to try it. I said no. So instead I decided to try our ultra special perfume that makes you smell like cake. That did it for her and she forgot all about the inhaler.

Man, am I out of shape or what?

Good news though. Not only am I going to start school in the fall, I'm doing more for the con! That's right, I'm helping Trinket out more with the con by being "Assistant Public Relations Manager". She believes in me and I her so I know this will work out. I have Neil to be my rock, he believes in me too. I've always wanted to do more for the con (con  is short for Sakura-con) and this is a great time to spread my wings.

No crafts, well, just my barf scarf. Having fun with it. Just different patterns along the whole thing. When it's done you guys get to see it. ;)

Internet Junkyard #16

Manure:  In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported
by ship and it was also before commercial fertilizer's invention, so large
shipments of manure were common.

It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when
wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, it not only became heavier, but the
process of fermentation began again, of which a by product ismethane gas.
As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and
did) happen.


Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came
below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM!

Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just
what was happening.

After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the term
 ' Ship High In Transit ' on them, which meant for the sailors to stow it
high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold
would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane..

Thus evolved the term ' S.H.I.T ', (Ship High In Transit) which has come
down through the centuries and is in use to this very day.

You probably did not know the true history of this word.
Neither did I.  I had always thought it was a golf term.

Little Things

It's the little things that keep you going. Like the cute teabags in your tea-tin. Or the sweet smelling lotion you rub on your hands. Or the way most men (generally older) hold the door open for you. Little things like that. Those special touches that make life a little more enjoyable. Such as my latest craft!

As many of you know, one of my dear friends is having a baby girl! Woots! So all those cute baby socks that I made, that I didn't know the gender for (thank god it's a girl because there were some pretty feminine socks in there) but made anyways. So yeah. I finally got time, and space, to work on the box!

It started off as a box I got from a chocolate store. Round and neat. The chocolate place is awesome by the way. I know that not everyone wants their hopes up when they see a box labed that it's full of chocolates and then don't get them so...

Wrapping paper time!

Doesn't it look pretty? I had to do all those triangle cuts to make it go around since it's a circular box... make sense?

So there it is. An hour of dedicated work for the little things to make their baby gift a little special. After all, without the little things, where would we be?

Golden Wine

While life IS going forward, it feels like it's going so slow it's in pending mode. Going back to school (dealing with FAFSA), regular exercise on the wii (we got a black one!), and room enough to get started on my craft projects. But all I seem to be doing is the first two, and reading books! Oh and tea... plently of tea for me to drink.

I can't help but wonder where this all is leading to. Wonder if someone will come up to me and say "Would you like to know how it all ends?" and how would I answer? Part of me says yes, and part of me says no. The schooling, the whole moving out. Was it a good idea? Is this all leading to a good path? I have enough regrets as it is, I don't want this to be one more. It's hard to imagin that more school would be a regret, but anything is possible.

Now for something positive! Sammy's doing better. At least he looks it. The meds I think are helping with the fluid in his lungs and blood in his bladder. He has become more needy and demanding of attention. Very unlike him. It's rather nice, like last night, I was laying it bed reading when he came up and laid on the book! Well, I had to give him attention then! He was so damn cute I couldn't help it!

Dear readers, I am off to watch more Doctor Who and paint my nails Golden Wine and drink green tea. Wish you luck.