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dawn_felagund) wrote2006-06-13 08:43 am
dawn_felagund) wrote2006-06-13 08:43 am
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My Little Sister Is an Old Married Lady Now!
Well, it's official: My little sister Sharon and her girlfriend of two years have tied the knot. *pops the cork on some sparkling cider since Sharon's straight-edge and won't drink champagne* So now she's an old married lady like me with full rights to gripe if Kirsty consistently leaves the kitchen lights on or fails to turn her clothes out before putting them into the laundry.
They're in London on honeymoon and aren't here to see it, but here's some obnoxious marquee spam done in their honor!
Sharon is probably regreting the day that she ever agreed to teach me basic HTML and therefore opened a can of worms for me to discover the marquee tag!
In other news, I'm trying to resist the urge to plunge into my next story--an o-fic for Sharon's birthday at the end of June, incidentally--until I get some stuff done. Namely, the Silmarillion readings for the next two weeks so that Jenni can post them while I'm gone. I've got "Of the Fifth Battle" to do, which shouldn't be bad, as the chapter is not that long...and "Of Turin." "Of Turin" is humongous! It's going to take forever, just like the damned "Beren and Luthien" chapter this past week. Someone should have asked the good professor to at least try for consistent chapter length. Some of the early chapters are, what, two pages? Then the ending chapters are novellas unto themselves.
In baby-bird news, we have another egg! Indis laid another egg sometime over the weekend, and she and Finwe have been busy rebuilding the nest. I'll be checking in often to see if she lays anymore, but it looks like we'll have at least one new baby. We'd planned on taking our plants to my in-laws while we're in Puerto Rico, but it looks like we're going to be trusting ol' Mother Nature to assure that the snapdragon gets watered. Mother Nature and Potter, who might stop by the apartment a couple of times while we're gone. He's free, therefore, to use the Xbox 360...as long as he waters my snapdragon.
Coming to work this morning, a saw a tanker truck slam into the side of a passenger car. The guy in the car was fine...or so I presume, since he immediately jumped out of the car and started screaming at the trucker, running back and forth across the highway, waving his hands and shouting. The trucker never climbed down while I was there, and I do not blame him. I think the guy would have kicked his ass. Really, I don't know what the trucker was thinking. Maybe he wasn't thinking, and that was the problem. He made a left turn right into the side of this guy crossing the intersection.
I told Bobby the other day that--despite the things we enjoy doing that seem like they'd be higher risk than driving a car--I am far more afraid of driving lately than nearly anything else. I still flinch when cars come out of driveways to my right. I have to try very hard not to be a back-seat driver when I'm not behind the wheel and second-guess everything that Bobby or Potter is doing. Three times in the past three weeks, Bobby says, he has nearly been hit by people who act as though our car is invisble. (Our Aerio is bright apple-red; I guarantee you, it is not invisible!) Twice, I have been with him. Once, I was driving. A woman pulled in front of me from stopped traffic while I was driving down the interstate on Friday; if I'd been going 5 mph faster or if Bobby hadn't said, "Watch this idiot," right before she pulled out or if I had stopped five inches closer, I would have hit her.
Those of you who don't drive, you have the right idea. I wish that I could join you.
Is it sad when I ponder the feasibility of riding a bike fourteen miles to work each day? Of course, this still requires me to be on the road with insane drivers.
Our higher-up boss Vernon was nearly killed over Memorial Weekend when he took his brand-new Harley Davidson motorcycle out for the first time, and a guy made a left turn right in front of him. He said that the guy stopped, looked at him, and turned anyway. He broke three ribs and punctured a lung; he only got out of the hospital at the end of last week.
I'm really depressing myself now. But it's hard not to think of these things lately.
On a brighter note, Bobby and I are seeing Spamalot at the National Theatre in Washington tonight. He surprised me with tickets; they'd sold out, but they recently opened more seats, and he grabbed them up as soon as he could. One of his coworkers who went with us to the hockey game on Saturday saw it and loved it. Since Bobby, Potter, and I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail every six months or so, I think we'll love it too.
They're in London on honeymoon and aren't here to see it, but here's some obnoxious marquee spam done in their honor!
Sharon is probably regreting the day that she ever agreed to teach me basic HTML and therefore opened a can of worms for me to discover the marquee tag!
In other news, I'm trying to resist the urge to plunge into my next story--an o-fic for Sharon's birthday at the end of June, incidentally--until I get some stuff done. Namely, the Silmarillion readings for the next two weeks so that Jenni can post them while I'm gone. I've got "Of the Fifth Battle" to do, which shouldn't be bad, as the chapter is not that long...and "Of Turin." "Of Turin" is humongous! It's going to take forever, just like the damned "Beren and Luthien" chapter this past week. Someone should have asked the good professor to at least try for consistent chapter length. Some of the early chapters are, what, two pages? Then the ending chapters are novellas unto themselves.
In baby-bird news, we have another egg! Indis laid another egg sometime over the weekend, and she and Finwe have been busy rebuilding the nest. I'll be checking in often to see if she lays anymore, but it looks like we'll have at least one new baby. We'd planned on taking our plants to my in-laws while we're in Puerto Rico, but it looks like we're going to be trusting ol' Mother Nature to assure that the snapdragon gets watered. Mother Nature and Potter, who might stop by the apartment a couple of times while we're gone. He's free, therefore, to use the Xbox 360...as long as he waters my snapdragon.
Coming to work this morning, a saw a tanker truck slam into the side of a passenger car. The guy in the car was fine...or so I presume, since he immediately jumped out of the car and started screaming at the trucker, running back and forth across the highway, waving his hands and shouting. The trucker never climbed down while I was there, and I do not blame him. I think the guy would have kicked his ass. Really, I don't know what the trucker was thinking. Maybe he wasn't thinking, and that was the problem. He made a left turn right into the side of this guy crossing the intersection.
I told Bobby the other day that--despite the things we enjoy doing that seem like they'd be higher risk than driving a car--I am far more afraid of driving lately than nearly anything else. I still flinch when cars come out of driveways to my right. I have to try very hard not to be a back-seat driver when I'm not behind the wheel and second-guess everything that Bobby or Potter is doing. Three times in the past three weeks, Bobby says, he has nearly been hit by people who act as though our car is invisble. (Our Aerio is bright apple-red; I guarantee you, it is not invisible!) Twice, I have been with him. Once, I was driving. A woman pulled in front of me from stopped traffic while I was driving down the interstate on Friday; if I'd been going 5 mph faster or if Bobby hadn't said, "Watch this idiot," right before she pulled out or if I had stopped five inches closer, I would have hit her.
Those of you who don't drive, you have the right idea. I wish that I could join you.
Is it sad when I ponder the feasibility of riding a bike fourteen miles to work each day? Of course, this still requires me to be on the road with insane drivers.
Our higher-up boss Vernon was nearly killed over Memorial Weekend when he took his brand-new Harley Davidson motorcycle out for the first time, and a guy made a left turn right in front of him. He said that the guy stopped, looked at him, and turned anyway. He broke three ribs and punctured a lung; he only got out of the hospital at the end of last week.
I'm really depressing myself now. But it's hard not to think of these things lately.
On a brighter note, Bobby and I are seeing Spamalot at the National Theatre in Washington tonight. He surprised me with tickets; they'd sold out, but they recently opened more seats, and he grabbed them up as soon as he could. One of his coworkers who went with us to the hockey game on Saturday saw it and loved it. Since Bobby, Potter, and I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail every six months or so, I think we'll love it too.
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When I should happen to drive a car I only realize how many people drive like idiots, especially on the highway since we have no speed limits there. While I like driving fast I'll only ever do so, when it's safe but there are many people who act like they're the only ones on the street actually. *eyeroll*
But going by bike can be rather nerve-racking, too. Especially when there's those folks in the big SUV that literally seem to think "Girl on a bike? Ah well, I have the bigger vehicle... I do not need to be careful to not endanger anyone." Idiots.
And on a more positive note:
All my best wishes to your sister and her girl-friend!!! :)
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So Indis laid another egg! Good for her! How many did she have already, two? So who will this chick be?
Agghh! Some drivers are such maniacs! You know, since I've been at home during the week for almost two years now, I swear I hear sirens every single morning coming from the main street/highway that runs through the centre of this burg from north to south. I always think to myself, "How can there be an accident every single damn morning??? What is wrong with people?" But when you mentioned riding a bicycle to work, I cringed. This is just a personal squick, but I used to work with a girl that I was becoming very good friends with, and she was hit by a truck and killed while riding her bike to work one day. It was just so horrible. It happened twenty years ago but I'm still horrified by it. I'll never forget the awfulness of not having her around anymore. So - please - whatever it's worth - DON'T!!! On a bicycle you have no protection at all - whatsoever - you are a sitting duck. And there are way too many idiotic drivers out there. With cell phones. *shudder*
Okay, on a brighter note - I hope you enjoy Spamalot - I am sure you will (not that I've seen it or anything, but it looked like a lot of fun when I read about it in Entertainment Weekly - I subscribe to EW). You'll have to post a review tomorrow.
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Sometimes, I amaze myself at how much I hate the right-turn-on-red law. I do think it's responsible for a significant portion of arrogant drivers on the road. Yes, I know how much it saves in emissions, and that's great. But, on the other hand, it's caused increasing numbers of drivers to think that the red light means that stopping is optional. Even if there's a "no right turn" sign. Or if, say, a pedestrian is using his/her own right-of-way to cross the street. I cannot count the number of times I've been crossing a street on my own walk light and some asshole who desperately wants to turn right starts edging at me and giving me a dirty look. Because, yannow, why should s/he have to wait the three seconds it takes for me to cross in front of his/her car on my walk light? Why can't s/he turn right NOW? Sometimes this happens more than once at the same intersection.
And then there are the drivers who think it's funny to come barrelling up to an intersection at forty miles an hour and then jam on the brakes right at the very last minute. Yes. Ha ha. Wotta knee-slapper.
Mazel tov to Sharon and Kirsty, and may they discover the joys of an entire marriage without once having to remind their spouse to put the toilet seat down.
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*g* I think I'll curse Tolkien a lot once I come to those chapters in my copying work. *mental note to not pick too elaborate frame decorations*
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LOL you named the bird Indis? *Giggles* So cute! I hope the babies keep on doing well!
...saw a tanker truck slam into the side of a passenger car.
*Shudders* Been there. Not fun. According to my sister I was rude to the driver too... I don't remember but I hope I was! Why can people not drive properly?! Argh!
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This is wonderful news and I am so very happy to hear that their wish has finally come true. The deserve all the love and the joy in the world.
Indis laid another egg sometime over the weekend, and she and Finwe have been busy rebuilding the nest.
What?! I must have missed the post in which you named the birds. I almost snorted the wine I was drinking when I read "Indis laid another egg" Feany is on the floor, howling with laughter at this one. I'm going to look for your previous post on this one.
About driving... I'm one of those lucky ones who don't drive and don't feel like it, either. I'd rather walk anytime. I'm getting my driver's license only when I can afford the biggest and most secure 4x4 out there, so I don't get killed by some random idiot, on the road.
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I still love to drive, depite all the nut cases out on the road....I watch myself and the people around me. I have a paranoia, for the babie's sake, but I really don't stress it out on the road-in fact, I must be off.Gotta go get my WIC stuff and Joey needs eyeliner, my 3rd time today going out...
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*waves from 50 miles up the M11 and sends love and good vibes and much bouncing*
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The Turin chapter?? I'm sorry. Yuck. I skip that chapter.
Yeah, people are major idiots on the road. Everytime I'm in the right hand left turn lane, I think "watch some moron try to cross over into my lane" and lo! Some moron doesn't know that it's possible for there to be two left turn lanes.
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Indis laid another egg sometime over the weekend, and she and Finwe have been busy rebuilding the nest.
Isn't it amazing the amount of poop those little buggers can put out. We unfortunately raised 5 on our front door wreath last spring. When they started their second nest, I gave them the boot. Enough is enough. My front door was streaked in white slime.
Makes you wonder what a Lothlorien talan looked like in the spring. Could be slippery too....
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