darklingdawns
Very Dangerous Over Short Distances
darklingdawns

I had my first workouts this week! I forgot just how much fun swimming is (and how tiring it actually can be) and I’m loving the gym right now. We’ll see how long it lasts - hopefully long enough to form a good, steady habit. The gym I’m going to gives everyone a free training session every month, with an additional

Amen to that! For the vast majority of my adult life, I’ve had somewhere between 1000 miles to the full span of the continent between me and The Parentals. Needless to say, their announcement that they were moving 2 states over from me (and right in my brother’s backyard!) was enough to provoke a sheer panic attack at

Oh, God, the whole ‘talk to the voicemail like it’s an answering machine’ thing! Just about every message I get from Mom starts off with her saying my name 2-3 times, then asking me to pick up, before she finally gets around to saying what she was calling about. Makes me wonder what obsolete tech things we’re going to

I’ve got a spare cauldron or two I’m willing to contribute to the cause... use it to whip up a magic potion to rid us of these asshats, or just skip the middleman and boil ‘em all in oil. Either way, I’m good.

Trust me, us Feb babies aren’t much better off. My birthday’s three days after Valentine’s Day, which has meant that much of my dating life has consisted of going out to dinner for V-Day, whereupon I’m then presented with my birthday present. And one asshole actually wanted to crow about how efficient he was with that

You hit the nail on the head with your last paragraph, here. I kind of rolled my eyes when I saw the title of the article, thinking it was going to be some kind of ‘special snowflake’ kind of thing, but instead found myself nodding as I read, particularly with the guy who said most food was overwhelming and that

We need a new word for that enraged/despairing/face-palmingly embarrassed cycle that’s been going in that neverending loop since last November. Maybe the Germans have one?

Same here. My family always used the supposed Dakota blood to explain why I was the ‘throwback’ - the one with darker hair and skin than most of my clearly Anglo/Irish relatives. Then I went and did the DNA test and guess what? No Native American anywhere. There was some Indian in there, though... and damn if THAT

That was a problem with Kidlet, too. It was what used to really drive me crazy - half the time, when he snuck or stole to get stuff, it was stuff that he could’ve had for the asking! It was just getting him to ASK instead of just TAKE that seemed to be the stumbling block. All I can say is just keep at it, keep

Welp, I signed up for a membership at Muv fitness this week - they were having a Black Friday special that even beat out the Y, which makes them the more affordable option at having access to a pool. And given the way my hip has been refusing to heal from/be affected in any way by my surgery, a pool seems to be the

Oh, boy, does that bring back the non-fun memories! Kidlet stole about $300 from our vacation fund one year to buy Magic cards and shit. I was HOT, lemme tell you! I called the cops to see if they could scare him straight, but they wouldn’t so much as let me bring him down to the station for a talking to unless I was

Joss says to get better soon, and be sure to wear your coat when you go out!

Bear in mind that getting a cactus instead of scripture isn’t necessarily a dealbreaker... (especially if I happen to be able to ram said cactus up the nearest sanctimonious Republican lawbreakermaker’s ass sans lube)

Girl Scout cookies were the easiest sales I ever made. This was before there were tables at every fucking store on the planet, so most of us were just handed order sheets and cut loose, since our troop leaders didn’t want to bother with the whole table nonsense. I went door to door with one sheet, sent each parent to

The worst part is that even if you’d been there in the kitchen with her when she made it, you STILL wouldn’t know how she did it! My MawMaw made homemade biscuits and country gravy that beat any I’ve ever tried. She would let me follow her around and I tried SOOOO hard to learn how to do it, but I swear there was some

I’m thinking that two different Grandmas, Auntie Sue Ellen, and Uncle Bobby Joe all had their own opinions about how a turkey should be cooked and the family learned long ago that it was easier to just get them each a turkey, stand back, and eat the proceeds than deal with the fallout.

So. Things went very, very pear-shaped with Kidlet’s school this week. He hadn’t been doing his schoolwork, hadn’t told me he was in the hole as deep as he was, and I didn’t find out about it until he was failing all his classes. Like, barely above 50 in all classes failing. Thankfully, he was able to withdraw (found

For the Thanksgiving meal proper, Kidlet and I are going out to the buffet at the local casino. They put on an amazing spread with all sorts of food that neither of us have to cook or clean up after. But we both love and demand leftover turkey sandwiches, so I make a turkey (Kidlet calls it the DGT - Damned Good