I've never done this before and I normally wouldn't, but I am posting this to let all of you know that I will be walking in the Indiana chapter of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation GREAT STRIDES walk on Saturday, May 17.
A quick background is that my best friend, Holly, is a CF patient. While she is generally healthy, every time she catches a cold, it is the equivalent of one of us having a nasty case of bronchitis. Every time she catches a cold, a few more of her lung cells stop functioning and die.
CF is a childhood disease which affects the digestive and pulmonary systems. You can learn more at www.cff.org. Research has come a long way since children born in the late 70s had a lifespan of 6-8 years. Holly is 27 years old, and advances in CF treatments now have average lifespans into the mid-30s, with some adults surviving into their 50s. It's clearly an astronomical improvement. But you know what? I don't want to lose my oldest friend when she's 35, 45 or 55. It's too young.
Almost 90 cents of every dollar donated goes directly to research. As far as allocation, I don't think you can beat 90% of donations going right to research.
I would like to raise $500 for Holly's team, called Whetsel's Walkers. Even one dollar, five dollars or ten dollars is one step closer to funding and finding a cure.
I bit the bullet and bought a paid account again and restored my 100 userpics.
I hope this will make me update my journal in general; not just fanfic but stuff about me, like I used to.
I'm going through a big spate of cleaning as I am moving in just over a month. It is a new apartment in the complex I currently live in, less than a half mile away. I already have some 30 boxes packed. I have got all kinds of crap. I am trying to throw things away, though, or sell them on my company's electronic bulletin board. I would rather get some cash out of stuff I don't use or need rather than just have to throw it away or lug it with me.
Some people on here who may consider me their friend might have my old address, so when I move I will post a flocked entry with my new information.
As far as fic goes, I've had a little bit of trouble. In February I lost almost all of my files (in the sense of many of them being corrupted and me having to sift through recovered files to see what is out there). I don't know all of what I have and what I don't, as frankly the stress of losing all that information almost pushed me off the deep end. I hope that I can recover everything. With HP fic, the thing that worries me the most are the sections of Hold Me, Heal Me and Pieces that I had written with the intention of posting them as new chapters. In HMHM's case, it was the last chapter, to be followed by an epilogue.
My file recovery program recovered several thousand files, and I lost things like photos and LJ icons (of all kinds, family, etc. I am happy to say that I was able to recover some pictures of my mom, who is deceased), music and text. I think everything is mostly there, it's just going to take all kinds of patience to go through my stuff. I may have lost all of my NASCAR fic, including two stories that are in the same boat as HMHM and Pieces. It is nine kinds of frustrating when you see things like that happen. Once I get everything organized, you can bet that I am going to back those suckers up like crazy.
Anyhow, hope you are having a good weekend, and for those who celebrate it, have a Happy Easter. I've temporarily lost my Easter icons, but I'm sure I can find something suitable. :) Happy Spring and whatnot too!
Recently I was afforded the honor of having Smoking In The Head Boy's Room, Hold Me, Heal Me, The Head Boy's Laundry and Laundry: Lingerie added to a Classics-sort of archive at DracoAndGinny.com. I appreciate anyone who voted for me to be entered. It really is nice to know that people still care, and want to read the end of Hold Me, Heal Me.
Then I had my story My Snarky Valentine featured as a February story on ThePetulantPoetess.com. I have to tell you, seeing all those reviews were nice.
I am currently easing back into fic. I desperately want to finish Hold Me, Heal Me and of course, Pieces.
My current passion, though, is NASCAR fan fiction. This is real-person fiction. I have my own Invision board and am no longer affiliated with what was formerly TrackBunnies. (I know, I need to clean up some of my links on my sidebar.)
But we do have an other-fiction section there and I am posting some of my HP fics. I also hope to have a section for drabbles and other little things I have started but never finished. Maybe some reviews and suggestions might help me where I have stalled out.
You do have to join to be able to read any of the stories, since it is mostly a mature content site. Only a few of my HP fics are up at present. I will be adding more soon. If I get really ambitious, I would like to overhaul Who and Cut. They really aren't that great and don't represent the current state of my writing; at least, I don't think so. I'll let you know if I decide to do that. Who knows? I might start my own Invision board just for my HP fic. Lord knows there's a decent amount, maybe 20-25 things, not to mention those I have started and should probably finish.
Anyhow, I hope everyone is well and that I might see you soon at my new site.
If you are interested in more NASCAR information, I am a writer on a site called Crucial Taunt. Sound slightly familiar? Crucial Taunt is the name of Tia Carrere's band in Wayne's World. You can find us at www.crucialtaunt.com and I can be linked to directly at http://samanthamaynard.crucialtaunt.com.
Hope you have a great day, and perhaps I might be a more familiar presence in your flists.
Today I became genuinely furious for the first time in a long time (and that fight with my dad about money earlier in the month doesn't count, though it should).
My mom's birthday was yesterday. She would have been 51.
I used to work at a flower shop, and so I have a standing order that automatically generates each January 30th and July 28th (dates of birth and death respectively).
I had a dentist appointment in my hometown, where my mom is buried. So I originally thought I would just pick up the flowers and place them on her grave today. I called the shop and told them that, probably two weeks ago. Over this past weekend, I decided I wanted them delivered on the 30th, not only because it was her birthday but another reason I won't go into here. So I called Monday morning at 10, spoke with one of the designers with whom I am not familiar. Nevertheless, I left a detailed message so they could find my mother's grave, though you can literally spit on it from the cemetery entrance. Furthermore, they've delivered there before.
I'm going to be writing a Christmas story soon where the female character will be underneath the tree. The fic will be sort of a songfic, based off a humor/parody song called "Open Me First" by The Bob and Tom Radio Show. I'm sure you can guess how a fic based off "Open Me First" would go.
Anyhow, I want the female lead to have some smokin' Christmas lingerie. I've looked at Frederick's of Hollywood's site, and found a couple that are okay, but nothing that really jumps out at me. So I'm asking you to take a few minutes out of your day and search for fun, sexy and flirty Christmas lingerie. It can be trashy, it can be crotchless, nippleless, totally covered up, feathers, lace, whatever. Corsets, bustiers, teddies, garter sets, thigh high stockings. I just want a good selection to choose from! So comment with links to what you find, and I'll check them out. There might be a Christmas fic prize if someone finds something really awesome. Writing an HP Christmas fic would probably be a good idea for me. I haven't written HP in so long I barely remember spells!
So, thanks in advance for any help you can give. Hope you're all having a good day, and have a great week!
Anne Murray - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
I went to a Halloween party last night.
Here's a tip from your Aunt Sam.
Avoid those parties where the host and hostess are on the verge of breaking up. And when it is a given that each will be upset with the other as maximum alcohol saturation sets in. We did have a pretty good time, though. I didn't get any pictures of myself, unfortunately. Maybe someone snapped one and I didn't know.
Why would my mom be proud of me?
It's October 29. I am listening to Christmas music. I am not putting my tree up, but I did two years ago. I sat and watched the NASCAR race and adorned my humble abode in its holiday finery. Today I am not so ambitious. But Mom would still be proud.
I've now officially lost 15 pounds in my quest to lose, oh, basically another person my height who is also overweight.
Still. I'm happy. My pants are getting long because apparently my ass and/or thighs aren't as big. I've started stepping on the hems and rolling over them with my chair at work. And while I like my pants' cuffs to swing like a Clydesdale's fetlock, I'm gonna have to do something. My trainer was excited. We think I can do another 15 by mid to late August, putting me well ahead of the 30 lb mark by the time I reach my birthday. My birthday was to be the original target date for losing 30 pounds, but I'm a lot more motivated now.
I'm still writing. I wrote about 1300 words on Hold Me, Heal Me, but not enough to finish it. Still, I feel good about what I have.
I am more prolific than I have ever been in my life. In the new fandom I am writing in (and if you don't remember what it is I'm not going to remind you, as it would cause general bleaching of the eyes), I've been like a machine. Since May 7, I have written almost 85,400 words, comprising one chaptered, unfinished fic and eight completed one-shots. It is only now that I begin to understand the discipline that one must have to achieve NaNoWriMo goals each year. Maybe I might write in this fandom for NaNo. It's just...the words are flowing here, and not for Harry Potter. I think once the next book or movie comes out I will probably be more inclined to write, but I have almost zero desire right now. I'm still trying to capitalize on those times when the HP bug has hit me, though, so eventually there will be conclusions to things like HMHM and Pieces. Because I know you're waiting with bated breath that probably doesn't smell so good after all this time.
Anyhow, what with all the general drama lately, I am proud to present this entirely drama-free post. And a meme, because it was appropriate.
A person of questionable sanity who starts their own cult
This is the most ridiculous post I will ever make, but every word is true.
I am making a recommendation.
Not fic. Not art. Laundry detergent. Yes. No, I am not kidding.
If you have hard water, don't like using the Downy ball or your softener dispenser, or dryer sheets don't cut it or you hang things to dry, I recommend Purex Seaside Escape + Fabric Softener.
I have a lot of things I can't dry because they shrink. Using this detergent keeps them from being stiff as a board when I take them off the drying rack. It does have a scent, but is not cloying. It is most noticeable when you get the clothes out of the washer, and merely smells fresh on clean, dry clothes. It also is great for towels, since it is only a small amount of softener and doesn't cut down too much on the absorbency.
I think this product is fairly new, and was not able to find it at my Wal-mart but it was at Kroger. I think it only comes in the medium-size jugs (100oz) but is very cheap and does a good job of getting out stains and such without pretreating.
That is all.
First post in a month and I discuss fucking soap. Excellent.