I'm going to assume it bad that I've had two really weird dizzy spells today (one when driving!) that lasted longer than the 30 seconds that I've had happen before.
THey were really weird. Where I was perfectly fine, then I wasn't... But if I sat really still, I was fine. I didn't feel the effect until I moved any part of my body. Head made sense, that's where dizzy comes from after all. But moving either arm a few inches higher/lower/left/right? Should not make my head swim.
Luckily no nausea!
The last happened maybe fifteen minutes ago and my head still feels off. Like my scalp is heavy. Like if I tip my head to the side, my hair will slide off. Or the entire top of my head will unhinge and my brain will plop out.
And I just spent way too long tilting my head and analysing the sensation.

And of course I'm on-call tomorrow.



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Oh, how I missed BtVS reruns. Oz should have stayed forever and ever because Seth Green is just so cute, and I reawakened my crush on Spike. Because SPike is... He was an awesome vampire before vampires were (completely) fairies awesome.

First seven days of the 30 Day Doodle Challenge under the cut. I'll apologize right up front for the scan quality. ;) Click for bigger.

( Almost There. )

My aunt apparently left the property we live on to my cousin Robert. Myself, my mother and my cousin Joanna (Robert's little sister) always discussed that my family are the only ones that would want the property upon the passing of my Mum-Mum, let alone Aunt Jean. Me, my mom, my dad. Apparently that never got to aunt Jean. Ah well.
So my mom and I are hatching a plot to offer to buy it so that we own the full 8 acres. My mom has apparently asked around, because she says that no one wants to buy the plots by themselves. Four acres is too small for business or housing development, and too large for the standard family, especially since it is so oddly developed.
Oddly developed? Yes. My aunt's cousin's 4 acres has a tiny little house fit for a guest home or someone over the age of 70, a detached block garage, a 1960s mobile home, large garden, strange assortment of fruit trees, then the other section is completely undeveloped woods. My parents' 4 acres has one badly insulated wooden home (seriously. Apparently some walls are insulated with crumpled newspaper) with no electricity and jerry rigged running reserved rainwater, a large "office", chicken coop and tiki hut made with real palm tree trunks (yeah, its kinda awesome). THe rest is woods. And it has no actual entance. My parents' driveway cuts through property that is not owned by us, but whoever owns it doesn't care, since no one has said anything in the longer-than-my-lifetime that the driveway has been there.
Anyway. Now you know why I was banned from talking about home at school as a kid and am increasingly delighted that DCF was never called on my family. *ahem*

So yeah. If we buy the land, I'd want to move into Aunt Jean's house for a few months scavenge the hell outta the trailer (fans, the huge mirror in the dining room, my glass top stove, etc), scrap the rest, then replace it with a new mobile home, into which we would re-move. Then either fix up Aunt Jean's place as a guest home, or raze that if it would lower the taxes.
RIght now its just a dream though. GOtta find out if Robert even wants toget rid of it.

Fanfiction has negative implications for my contentness in a monogomous relationship with myself. ("negative implications" = DM doing too many assesments at work.)
I'm pretty sure you could chart the effects.
I completely blame myself, since I almost exclusively read stuff such that people that the Powers That Be have not deemed fit are able to get together. At least not yet. Jess and Nick on New Girl is coming. I can taste it. Which doesn't sound creepy at all.

THrough my recent studying of fandom, I have decided there are two ways to get laid a boyfriend:
A) Go to Hogwarts. Wait around. Hex someone. Perhaps have a Wacky Adventure, not necessary.
B) Rent a room with three bachelors advertising on CraigsList. Afford said room in an awesome loft on the salary of a middle school teacher.

I need to keep studying these writtings. ;) Neither is seeming likely at this moment.
I could always succumb to the new trend of living wth someone with no romantical/sexual attachments and woking together to raise any children in the home. BTW, who thought of THAT?! SOmeone like me who would hope to wear down the other person and it doesn't happen, so they go to the reporters that its just like totally awesome!! THe internet, she's full o' articles.
Its late, and I can tell I'm rambling. I rambled on my Doodle Challenge o' the Day. True story. I'm on-call tomorrow. Happy Mother's Day to me!

I'm starting the 30 Day Doodle Challenge. I'll likely post a week at a time instead of once a day and I just did Day 1. Yay! This will give me an excuse to post at least once a week. :D

And no, my self-portrait has not changed much since early college. I'm still thin (in the drawing, not IRL), but I think my boobs are bigger and hair slightly longer.

http://littlenubnubs.tumblr.com/post/2467107694/alright-guys-its-done-hooray-my-drawing

Just got on Pottermore thanks to the help of a Ferret.
I have a ginger cat. (and I want to know how Ron and the Twins before him were allowed to bring a rat and I can't!) A 12.5inch hard sycamore wand with a pheonix feather core.

And I just got sorted Hufflepuff.

I don't know what to do with this information. I've never seen myself as a badger. Usually Gryffindor, occasionally Ravenclaw if I'm trying to be subtle in my fandom...
*sigh*
Go Hufflepuff!

We are having Luke's birthday party early this year.
Like, really early.
Like, next month?

You see, his birthday is on the first day of school this year. That's right. I think his school does a graduated start for kindergarteners, so its not for certain, but there's a possibility that he could go to big-kid school for the first time the very DAY he turns five.
Sorry, I'm a little fixated on how big AND how little he is. AT THE SAME TIME.
So he won't have any new friends to invite and Ms. Social Awkwardness over here doesn't want to bring together kids that have barely met for a birthday, so we're inviting the PreK class. And to invite the WHOLE PreK class, we have to give out invites before the 31st of this month, since that's the last day of school. And so no one forgets, we have to have it soon after that. Which leads to him getting a party 2 full months before his birthday.
(There may be a weekend Disney trip in his future to make up for the gap. 'Cause attention spans are short and he may forget. He was grumpy at Santa for getting him a $50 TRU gift card this year when Santa also gave him a $300-all-told bed three days earlier.)

So I really need to start planning this Star Wars party. I think the first key is the date and invitations...

As usual.
Quote from facebook feed: "It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That's where your heart is."

I disagree. I maintain strongly that my last thought is mainly because I know what/who I would LIKE to dream of at night, so I think of that.
I swear.
And no, I do not protest too much. *eye twitch*

I think its natural to think of someone before going to bed, even if one has been single for 3.5years with nothing on the horizon. Therefore, if there's a small crush anywhere in there, that's who is going to show up.

I seem to have forgotten to give a pet update back when it happened. Of course, I spent a week really really hoping it DIDN'T happen, so I can be slightly forgiven.

An unknown amount of time ago (roughly March 30th according to my Facebook), Gypsy and Pi decided to stay out for the night, which was the first time in awhile. I woke in the middle of the night to yowling. Not horny cat yowling (while Gyppers and Pi are fixed, we get some strays), or Pi-vs-stray-male yowling. This was a cat-scream. And it happened again, accompanied by woods rustling. And I suddenly remembered the warning my mom had given me a few days prior: SOmething was snatching my parents' cats. All the tame ones, not the ferals. Of course. My mom thought coyote, my dad thinks panther.

And here was cat-screaming coming from the woods, seemingly right under my window and my stomach was in my throat. Because I knew that no matter how hard I hoped and prayed, odds were bad that it was one of my coddled little lovies. Then I sobbingly hoped it was Gypsy.
I know, I'm going to hell. I chose between my fur-babies.
But all of Luke's rats kept dying. Only his, who were always healthy- and he considers Pi HIS cat. So I bargained. Please God, let it be a stray. If it has to be one of mine, let Pi live.
God, can I say the noises were horrible? Gypsy did not go gently into that good night, but I really wish she would have. I get sick thinking of what I heard that night. The plaintive, strangled mews. The rustling between the mews that I envisioned as the captive being shaken.
I tried yelling out the window. I tried shining my flashlight. Nothing gave the creature pause. My mom argued that it was not as near as I thought, and so it felt protected enough to continue. I went to the front door and called for them both to no avail. I spent the rest of the night half awake, praying that they would both come running in when I openned the front door in the morning. That whatever was out there didn't want a chaser.

Neither happened.
I called my mom and asked her to keep an eye out.
Pi showed up late that afternoon and wouldn't go outside again unless we were with him. Literally, we would walk outside, he would follow. Then as soon as we walked in, he was right on our heels.
Almost a month later, Gypsy is no longer on the missing list. I accept that it was her calling out that night. My "little" calico ball of squish. The one of the kittens I intended to get. Pi had simply not gotten a home yet, so we took him as well when we picked up Gypsy.
Pi now sleeps next to me where Gypsy used to and spends every night inside at my insistance. But he caves easily. If I shut him out because he's not coming when I call, I'll hear scrambling acros the porch roof or a plaintive mew in 30 seconds, at which time he will saunter in and give me a backwards glance as if to say, "I wasn't paniced for a moment. I swear. Thanks for holding the door, BTW."

So I'm driving along, going to the home of a client. A client I was not looking forward to meeting 'cause it could either go fair-to-middlin' or bad. There was no fabulous or good. Anyway. I was pulling into the same dirty driveway I pulled into the previous day and went through a small divot-like hole. Not a pot hole or anything like that. Same as the previous day. And there was a terrible noise from the region of my driver's side tire. Figuring my tire a'sploded, I tried to pull a little further into the yard so the cop with me could pull in too. No go, not movin'.
So I curse and grab my work stuff and get out to examine the damage.
Tire is whole. B'roo?
Back tire = fine. Passenger tires, fine. Confused!mouse.

Cop examines and peeks under the car. "That looks like your axel and [something I can't remember] snapped."
Minor freak out.
Establish that the person I'm looking for is not there.
Call my supervisor. Call a wrecker. Call my mom. And wait.
Its amazing how paranoid one can get when waiting for a not-too-happy person to pull in behind you at any time with no method of egress.
Yes, the cop stayed with me. No, not-happy-person did not come home. No, its not the axel, its the ball joint that came out. Yes, my car dislocated its tire/arm. Which is weird to think of.

And my car now has a name. Tori. Because she's a Crown Victoria. And I didn't know I was attached to my car until she broke herself. Or I'm attached to not being forced to buy a new car.

And I'm not sure who did it...

Luke was sick all weekend, throwing random fevers and requesting to go to bed early, so he stayed home from school on Monday. We went to Chik-Fil-A for lunch because, miraculously, he managed to NOT be sick all day. *shrug* I was texting with Rey about Disney possibilities and Luke and I were talking about theme parks, and he brought up Harry POtter. He decided he would be too scared to go on the rides, even though I claimed no knowledge of the types of rides in the Wizarding World. So I told him simply, that's fine. When we go, we will likely be going with Molly and AJ, and if its too scary for him, its probably too scary for Drew, and someone can stay off the ride with him.

And he eyed me.

"We're going with Molly-n-AJ?" ((Sorry guys, your names are one))
Probably. Molly and I were talking about it.

He contemplated this new information for the duration of one waffle fry.
"I'll ride the rides with AJ."
Oh? I query, amused.
I can SEE his opinion solidify. "Yes. I'll ride with Molly-n-AJ and you can ride by yourself. No." His eyes brighten further, his grand plan taking shape. "I'll sit with AJ and CHAD. You can sit with Molly."
Boys in one and girls in the other?
"YES. Me with the big boys. You with Molly. 'Cause you're girls."
And what about Drew? He's a boy.
He looks confused for a second. "Drew can ride with you and Molly. 'Cause he's a baby. And Molly is his Mommy. He can ride with girls. I will ride with AJ and Chad."

If it wouldn't be weird, I'd think he was jealous of Drew and his "big boy" crew.

By the time I left for college I had a baby seal that I got from the treasure box in kindergarten, two large dogs wearing sun glasses that a friend gave me in middle school... Angel from Buffy, Star Wars, jets (posters and scraps gleened from various magazines) and dragons. I think that covers most. I also wrote the poem High Flight on the arch over the "door" to my closety area.
(High Flight can be seen on the side-bar of my journal)
This was obviously during my "I'm going to be a jet-pilot even though I can't drive and have really bad eyesight" phase. :/

I also had a Highlander postcard, clipping from the paper of Moto-X rider Travis Pastrana riding his bike into a river after winning the XGames. And a picture from a TV Guide with Mulder and Scully looking very couple-y. Inside was an article that described this new fad of--- Hmm.. It was something that never quite caught on... Oh yeah! Fanfiction.
Heh.

Apparently discovering an not-previously-known allergy leads to nightmares.
Combined with a new fandom = weird.

I was totally in the Hunger Games. The part from Catching Fire? And I was going to die because everyone had those nuts to eat and I couldn't eat them because they were tree nuts so I was either going to starve to death or have an allergic reaction and die.

I did not sleep well last night.



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In other news, my new shoes are awesome except they rub weird. Not on the back of my foot, NOOOO. The tongue rubs my ankle right above my sock. Which is stupid.

So apparently my aversion to having nuts in, well, anything for my entire life was well founded. For the record, I only enjoy peanuts in a few incarnation (dry roasted or boiled, mainly), cashews and pistacios, but not IN anything. I had the annoying (and disgusting) habit of spitting out any pecans that cropped up in brownies or cookies.

Today, for the first time in over a year, I bought myself a bag of pistacios, and I sat down and ate more then half of them. About the time my tongue got to that oh-so-familiar "I've going to BLEED if you suck on one more salty shell" state, I started getting itchy. THen a cough began. A weird cough that I had had a few weeks ago that had started suddenly and had been accompanied by body itching, which I had deduced to be an allergic reaction to either the new flavor Goldfish (a lot of dye), or the new Honey Wheat bread. It didn't last long in that case, but I ate a lot more this time. So I had a weird cough for a few hours, occasionally weezy breath, an itchy part-that-feels-like-it-connects-your-lung-together and a worried mother who is sleeping with her phone on tonight. Feeling better now, but those pistacios have to go. Which is sad.
Up side? Pistacio = tree nut. Tree nut = I can request no nuts with an allergy excuse, which sounds less picky than "I just don't like them."

I have a coupon from CafePress for buy one get one mugs. Forget for a second that I don't drink coffee, and drink cocoa seldom enough that I should be able to wash my four mugs out (two Luke uses, two I use).

I need mug suggestions. I am torn between a Firefly one, a Harry Potter one (I have one, but its screwing up and I'm pissed), a Hunger Games one and-- well, I'm sure I can come up with at least 4 more fandoms I want a mug from...
Ooo, like Dark Tower!
...
Yeah, help me my nerdy people!

Stole'd from zeugma

( Reading Meme )

Luke is reading! I need to get a video of it, its very cute. Its slightly amusing that when I suggest he read something, he denies that he can. I have to remind him to try to sound things out and then he remembers that he has learned such things. I think this book is giving him a lot of confidence. It has a lot of simple words (Sam, Pam, Will and Jill)and large print and sight words (Luke now knows said, and, they and the thanks to this book) but still tells a cute story about four alligator friends who want to go sledding on a snow day, but realize that they have school. Then lo and behold, they are the principals and they cancel school so they can go play. I like it. :D Which is good because I have a feeling we will be reading it a lot now that he knows his own power. lol

My mom works at a few different Lowes and Home Depots during the spring, including the one I used to work at. She reports who she sees and what they're up to when she goes to that store because I was fairly attached to my coworkers.

Mom: Oh, and Joe asked about you today. (the guy who teased me about my rainbow umbrella, and him asking about me, or mom seeing him, is rare. Don't know which.) He seemed really-- interested. Was he-? *raises eyebrows*

Me: Married.

Mom: Damn. ....Well, he asked about you.

FIrst and last: sick days. Random thoughts that I don't want to bombard facebook with.
Such as: Sick day at work = inescapable urge to wear a baseball cap.


I have issues. And need to find my Seeker hat.

Someone explain to me why I feel like crap all day except when I'm out of the office doing work? Wake up? Crap. Get to work? Crap. Do paperwork? Crap. Go into the field? Awwwwwesommmmmme! Back to office? Crap. Home? Crap.
Ugh.
My nasal decongestant is not working.

My toes are girly.
:D

And I want Penny's turquoise couch from Big Bang Theory. With the bright cute pillows. Which is likely rediculously expensive even though she's a waitress.

And we got two new rats today so that when the next one dies, we don't have to immediately run out and get another. So we have three little girlies. Trey (legally Tracy on her vet file) is the original and she is my blonde red-eyed one. Luke's is Squeaker and she is a blue Essex, which means she is a very nice gray color with a white belly and a white dot in the middle of her forehead. And the one we share is Belle who is a Siamese (just like the cat) rex (curly furred) dumbo (big ears). They all got dabbed with vanilla and thrown in the bathtub while I cleaned the cage. Now they are sleeping in a rat pile in the back corner of the cage, Trey deigning to come down from her hammock because the little ones haven't figured out that there is more then one level yet. CUTENESS!

My rat finds my cleavage to be irresistable.
...
I would put a quip about attracting only females. Or "motorboating? She's going for a cruiseline", but I'm too busy fending off inappropriate advances.
Plus side? Claw marks between my -er- assests were a lot harder to explain when I had a boyfriend.






I need to go camping with someone who will hold my hand by the fire after Luke goes to sleep. And doesn't mind claw marks on boobs. Or so the other night's waking-up dream claims. It was very convincing.

"Mom, where's Stitch?" ( Rat: A Long Drama )

From zeugma:

Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

Her questions for me:

1. What's your favourite thing to draw?
Any time I start to doodle, I draw a puppy. The same puppy every time, occasionally wearing a collar, most of the time just a disembodied head floating about the paper. I also do this profile of a boy with an upturned nose and spiked hair.

2. What do you regret doing?
I regret skipping education as a major in favor of criminology. Of course, at the time I had no idea that I wanted kids to be a part of my day. I was going to be a cop, after all.

3.What do you regret not doing?
This is my biggest catch. I don't regret much I've DONE. Its what I didn't do. I didn't dump Cameron when I should have (prior to his ruining most of my life [no, I'm not alluding to unplanned pregnancy]). I didn't enlist in the Navy with Guy. I didn't keep in touch with high school friends or Loren from college.

4. If someone gave you $50,000 rightnow, what would you use it for?
College loans. A weekend at Disney. Fix my teeth. And save the rest toward a down payment on a home that is not as old as my mother and looks as old as my deceased grandmother.

5. What's your favourite word?
Right this second: Kerfluffle. Although I'm partial to Conniption (thanks to mom) and Estraculate. [eh-STRAH-cue-late] Likely a made up word that my dad uses, meaning to injure (usually oneself) grievously. Normally involving twisting or wrenching body parts, though can also be used for extreme blood loss, broken bones, gratuitous road rash, loss of limb, etc.

6. Who's your favourite Jedi?
I feel as if I should say Luke Skywalker since my kid is named after him, but I'm partial to Mace Windu. Gotta love the purple lightsaber. And Yoda. Of course Yoda.

7. What's your biggest pet peeve?
Bluetooth headsets. I don't like not knowing if someone is talking to me, the phone or themself. I like to know if I should be answering or back away slowly, y'know?

( HUGE Spoilers for Newsflesh series: )
IneedthenextbookOMGnow.

I wish luck/karma/God took either-or requests when neither option seems likely. I would like to win the car the local radio station is drawing for on Tuesday (seems like a good make-up for Valentine's day) OR the awkward/cute date my brain dreamed up last night with my Subconcience's Best Friend. Hey, the latter led to camping with said guy- my brain moves quick- and the former would lead to good gas milage and lack of death noises when I turn the wheels or go over bumps. WIN-WIN!

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My fingers like to type minutes as "mintues". It looks like it should mean something.

Naming an entire group of journalists after Steve Irwin was great. But this quote made me lean back in my chair, kick my feet and cackle.
Literally.
"'This is Shaun Mason activating security protcol Campbell. The bridge is out, the trees are coming, and I'm pretty sure my hand is evil. Now gimme some sugar, baby.'" ~Shaun Mason, Deanline, #2 in the Newsflesh trilogy by Mira Grant.