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Okay, so I missed a week or two. Shoot me. No, don't.  I have too many projects to finish. Either way:

• My brother is out of Afghanistan! He is safe and sound with his family!  I am so grateful!
• I had a wicked awful dream that could make a killer plot for NaNoWriMo if I can flesh it out more.  I always wanted to write at least one horror novel.  Just one.  One that is enough to make the skin crawl in the shadows of the night.  Just one.
• On an SCA front, we will have a new Baron and Baroness this weekend, and I'm already seeing those I determined will be total dickheads fulfill my expectations and several I thought would fall to the wayside declare they will do the best they can for the good of our Barony.  Those latter folks make me feel proud.  The others will definitely get a good scowling.
• My craft room is functional!  Super Hubby taught me to lay tile, so I spent the weekend ripping up carpet and laying said tile in a non-sexual manner, and feeling quite proud of myself.  Of course, I wish he had some advice for not wearing most of the adhesive.  I couldn't get my damn shoe off...
• My craft room is functional!  It bears repeating.  It's not finished, but oh, the paper mache and paint will splatter once again!  I'm all giddy and stuff!
• I finished an emergency embroidery project that was well-received by our baroness-elect.  Of course, I forgot to take pictures.
• Apparently, Zombie Apocolypse is the theme for this year's Halloween party.  That was the original plan, sure, but we couldn't get the venue we wanted, so I thought I'd put it off until next year when there's more time to plan...  Yeah, I had people and their children - seriously, their kids - pout at me.  The words "But, Richard has been planning this all year." came to me and I had to relent.  So, zombies.  This is not a bad thing, but the difference in venue definitely poses some interesting hurdles.  No time to teach the zombies how to do the Thriller dance, though.  Bummer.
• Next year's Halloween party theme is Freak Show.  Oh, yes, baby, I so have plans...
• It's going to be hot as hell for the event this weekend, isn't it?  *sigh*
• Oh, wait, it's supposed to rain all weekend, so the humidity will prevent me from actually being able to get out of my dresses.  Joy.
• Weight Watchers...still doing it...sort of...I keep hoping for the jello-giggly mindset to turn to concrete...
• Holy moley I want a whole lot of chips.
• Tomorrow will ben an adventure of juggling.  Eventually, we will get to site.  Whether or not we have food, we'll see.

And, this introduces your Friday.  Friday will be as plain or awful as you see it.  It's Friday.  It's always better than monday by default.  Live it up! ________________________ I am totally counting the points for these italics.  Totally.  Maybe.  Well shit.  This was easier on paper.

I don't know what the hell is up with Wordpress right now.  I keep getting these weird errors that go away if I reload. It's happening a lot lately.  If anyone has problems, let me know.  I might have to have Super Husband look at the code. Yeah, so I've been looking in the mirror, which is a whole lot of dangerous. I've gained a lot of weight.  I really need to do something about that. Here's the hysterical thing: I was hanging with the girls last night after we fed and then kicked the guys out the door (nearly literally) and K. was talking about how her baby might be allergic to corn syrup.  I made a comment about how that will be hard because she couldn't eat anything and how I might be jealous of that.   A. looked at me and said, "Pretend you're allergic."  That immediately set off my "Why the hell didn't I think of that" alarm.  So, today, I set about nixing the things with corn syrup to which I was faux allergic.  Wouldn't you know that we only have the soda we keep for guests and one bottle of salad dressing that fits that bill?  My really easy diet solution just sprouted wings and flew out the window. Dammit. You know, all that argument about high fructose corn syrup making you fat seriously crashes when it's not even in your house. I suck at counting calories.  I'm looking at the things I can cut out of my diet.  Imagine a smoker going cold turkey.  This will not be pleasant. I've also come to terms with the fact that I may have to allow myself to jump into the evil white-water river that is Facebook.  People don't send fucking emails these days.  They just update Facebook.  I can't find out what my friends are doing otherwise.  (Except for those few who are resisting.  I feel so weak.) As I've said on my equally evil Twitter account: it will be the grumpiest Facebook ever.  "Fuck you all!  Now, what the hell are you up to?" I am afraid of the friends list that will create. Speaking of creating, there has been little of that these days.  This disturbs me.  A lot of it is because our "mess room" has not be set into motion. That needs to happen soon.  Partially because I have this incredible desire to shop for peel-and-stick floor tiles at the Dollar Store as has been recommended to me, and also because I refuse to make a bigger mess in our almost empty sunroom than the cats have already achieved.  The recommendation by a friend to call it the Vomitorium might not be far-fetched.  (Fucking cats.  They feel the need to puke, and of course, they choose the only carpeted place in the house.) My mom has also offered me a chance to sell my stuff at her local farmer's market.  I think my permanent jack o'lanterns might go over well. Only one way to find out. Also, just for the randomness:  Ymac Sumac had a friggin' amazing voice! Google her if you don't know.  It will increase your Google-Fu powers. ____________________________ Yeah, so it's not the most coherent post, but ask me if I care.  It's what's happening that's a helluva lot more interesting than the fact we got new curtains for the den.  A part of me is seriously thrilled, the other part wants to kill the obviously house-wifey part and bury her under the poorly-made wishing well created by the previous owner.

Okay, I've felt sorry for myself long enough.  Gulf Wars is over.  The Con is over.  It's time to get off of the computer and finish some projects! And, by projects, I don't just mean the ones that I have to finish soon because they need to go to people.  I'm talking things like the two embroidered tokens that should've been finished long ago.  (We need them for events, but also, there's a larger project I want to start but won't until those are done.) My niece's pony and at least two bunnies for Easter for her and her older sister. I need to get Todd's I Love That You're A Geek Day gift framed.  I have a lot of paper mache ideas... Maybe I should've given my Monster of Creation a form a while back so he can stare at me or kick me in the head and make me do what I'm supposed to.  If nothing else, I could feed to him the Procrastination Pixi that's hovering around my head.  I'm not sure why he likes them.  They always give him heartburn.  He says they taste like bacon, though. I'll have to take his word for it. Anyone else given their Monster of Creation a form yet? Is there even anyone out there? Echo! If there are any readers, feel free to kick me in the ass to get these projects finished.  Sometimes, I can use a drill sargeant. Especially this week.  So much to do and dammit if obstacles aren't being thrown at me.  Tonight, surprise party for the boss.  Tomorrow, best friend's play.  Friday...well, Friday works because there will be stitch.  Saturday, helping friends move and getting taxes done. I'd say I need a week off to get things done, but I know me better than that.  I would spend the week on the 360 while my Monster of Creation chewed on my ear and threatened to eat one of the cats if I didn't get off my ass. Ah, well, I'm bound to find time to finish things.  I think.  Maybe.  Perhaps... Wish me luck.  I'm gonna need it. _____________________ My computer has been doing weird things lately, and I'm starting to think my Monster of Creation has actually figured out if I get frustrated enough with the comp then I'll go crochet/embroider/paper mache to let off steam.  He's not stupid.  Devious, but not stupid.  And, I tell ya'll, since I haven't done much in the way of creation this last couple of weeks, whenever a cat disappears I get a little scared...Monsters of Creation don't like to be bored.