First of all… Hi! How are you guys? I’m downright bumptastic but finally feeling like a normal human being again. My art show went really well. A couple of sales, great networking and exposure. Altogether an excellent experience.
Anyway, now, being a functioning human again without a major deadline looming over my head, I can focus on the important stuff. TEEVEEEEEE and jewelry, right? My new favorite zombie show (because the only shows truly worth watching are zombie shows, right?) is iZombie on the CW. Anybody else watching?
Sunday is The Walking Dead finale and an article on io9 which may be a spoiler maybe not, so click with caution, has me thinking on one of my favorite TWD topics. Who is unkillable? And why?
The unkillable fall into two categories: unkillable because they are so badass and unkillable because the show would fall apart. At least that’s how I break it down. So who fits where?
Daryl, Judith, Carl, and Rick fall into the unkillable because the show would fall apart category.
Daryl, Rick (?Maybe?), Michonne, and Carol fall into the unkillable because they are so badass at survival. But this show is nothing if not brutal to even the best survivors, the biggest badassses.
So what do you guys think? Who is unkillable on The Walking Dead? And who is getting chopped on Sunday? Anybody else now have “Unloveable” by the Smith’s stuck in their head?
You have maybe noticed that I refer to my honey as “Honey”. I call him “Honey” and he calls me “Honey”. And when I refer to myself to him in the third person I call myself “your honey” as in “Your honey wants you to take the dogs out.” It’s a lot of honey. I also refer to other people’s honeys as their honeys. I don’t know how or where any of this came from. I have no explanation for all this honey business.
But so what I’m wondering today is this: if my honey and I wind up also calling my womb tenants “honey” how are we ever going to know who we are talking about?
Side side side note: I just looked at my post stats page and did you all know we can look at our blog stats going back to 1970!!!!!??! WHAT THE EFF?
This morning I am catching up on all my shows. The Walking Dead, How to Get Away with Murder (thus the handcuffs theme- NATE WHAT?!?), and what else??? We’ll see. The reason I’m missing my shows? They all come on after 8pm and I am now a robot who powers off at 8pm sharp so as to clock in a solid 8 to 12 hours of sleep. I am a sleep robot!!! Or as Susan Elizabeth and I established, I am the opposite of a Night Owl. A Night Sloth.
Next I will catch up on all my blog reading.
But what shows did I miss while Rip Van Winkling my days away? Any good episodes??? What did you love this week?
The Walking Dead: I wish I could quit you!!!
Actually, I don’t wish that at all. Last week’s episode was brutal but here I am, anxiously awaiting another hour in the Georgian Zombie Apocalypse. Though maybe they aren’t in Georgia anymore? My geography is horrible. Anything I write will just insult any Southern Readers and maybe the mid-Westerners too. See?? It’s horrible.
Who else is watching tonight? Who’s going to die and tear our hearts out??? Anybody got some guesses but not spoilers? I hope the preacher finally meets his maker.
It’s been a very exciting couple of days. I was waiting to post about this because my mom made me paranoid. BUT. SO. I found a little clip iPod on the street. Yay!
BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I peed on a stick and a big + appeared!!! Technically first I had my blood drawn and a nurse phoned me to tell me the good news. Then I spent the morning sobbing with happiness. Then my honey ran out and bought a stick for me to pee on so we could have that experience. Then there was significantly more joy-crying. Oh my god, I’m crying again.
You don’t even know what this means to me. It’s been a really shitty year and a half where life reminded me over and over that everything can always get worse. “You thinks infertility sucks? And that your grandmother’s health scare was bad? Well let’s see how you handle your dad’s unexpected death, Margaret.”
It really felt like I couldn’t have anything. I still can’t believe that this, the third and final IVF round, worked. Oh shit. I’m crying again. Fortunately I had for sight enough to confirm with my doctor that crying will not harm the fetus.
I just feel so so so very lucky right now. This mini iPod is going to be so useful.
There is so much to be hopeful for right now but I worry about hope. It ties into “my narrative of self” (as my therapist calls it) where I feel as though I am not a particularly lucky person. Hello, run over by a truck here! So hope feels like a dangerous thing that is bound to hurt me.
I had my IVF transfer yesterday. Three embryos! With decent ratings. I’m so hopeful, so so hopeful. But this is final round three, and I don’t know if hope is even warranted. 👇 me and my honey all suited up.
Then there’s the art fair that I applied to. It’s very prestigious called the stARTup Art Fair, and open only to artists who aren’t currently represented by any galleries. Since I handle my own sales, I qualify! I submitted early. I’m proud of the work, I sort of have an “in” with one of the judges, I want this and it would be a big thing for me. I’m hopeful. 👇 a piece I submitted
Finally. Finally, (I’m shaking now from writing the scariest most precious things down for you all to read) I’ve been working on a story for 8 years now. It started out as a journal of my pain from my accident and along the way it morphed into a novel about a girl who works in a casino. My editor calls it “chicklit noir” and my other editor, Laurel from Dear Writers scrubbed out all my silly nonsense, tightened it up, and perfected it for me. Now, my first editor, Jay, says we’ll start approaching agents. I feel really good about my story, it’s something different and interesting. But again… too much hope.
So I’m sitting here completely terrified. TERRIFIED. Hope has never treated me kindly before, I don’t know why it would treat me well now. All I can do is bide my time and wait to be punched in the face one way or another. Or all three ways! But still I hope maybe for once everything will go my way.
Hope Necklace byJR Dunn
Like literally. A female dog is my big problem today.
We’re dog watching a cute (?) shepard/collie mix this weekend. She is sweet, soft, loving, big, hungry for Leroy, and pulls on leashes. That’s right, she wants to eat Leroy.
Leroy looks like this ring to begin with, so it’s not a far stretch that someone would decide to try to eat him. I almost do on a daily basis because he’s pretty darn cute. But this is not cool. Two attempts now at eating him. NOT COOL, BIG DOG.
So the original plan was leave all the doggies at home today, since both my husband and I are working. But now we can’t leave her with Leroy. And Bandit & Leroy are a unit, so next solution? Bring them to the shop, leave BIG NAUGHTY DOG at our place.
EXCEPT. We left her by herself for 15 minutes and she got on the dining table. Ate an ink pad and knocked stuff off the table. I think that was the order of events. So now, Aaron drove her over to my shop, with the baby gate, and she’s trapped in my back room. Because she still must be separated from Leroy and Bandit. Not to mention, if she’s acting this way with my dogs? What might she do to a customer’s dog?? She’s back there now. CRYING. “Why?” She cries, “why do you punish me? Leroy looks so tasty, can you blame me?”
Uhoh, she’s quiet. I’m afraid to look.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the liking of comments etiquette on WordPress. I don’t know about you all, but my process is to read a post, and only if I like it I do I then “like” it. I’m discriminating with my likes.
But when it comes to comment likes? No holds barred. I like them all across the board. It’s maybe a politeness thing, a sort of ‘thank you for replying I will now reward you with a like’, right? But so, why do they offer this feature if we all are sitting around in a like circle jerk? Was that too graphic? Did I just lose out on your like?
Don’t get me wrong, my likes make me happy and I appreciate both giving and receiving the likes. But I’m just wondering what it means if it’s so easy to dispense. Is there any value to a comment like?