thursdays_child: (9th Doctor: Could Be a Little Insane)
( Jun. 14th, 2009 11:42 am)
Trying to write a paper with two little monkeys running around screeching constantly, is incredibly difficult.

If I can clear enough brain cells out to actually keep writing this thing, I will include this in the 'challenges to completing graduate study'.
thursdays_child: (Misc: Dragon)
( Jun. 9th, 2009 09:02 pm)
It's 9pm and I am going to bed.
It's been a long stretch of days with far too little sleep.
I'm looking forward to just ... letting go and resting a good long rest with comfy covers and no interruptions so I can tackle tomorrow really fresh.
thursdays_child: (Places: Washington D.C.)
( Mar. 9th, 2009 08:55 am)
Hello there!
Yeah. It's been that busy. Really.
Proposal after proposal and then client meeting in D.C.

More under the cut )
thursdays_child: (Misc: Dragon)


( Feb. 19th, 2009 10:32 am)
Well. Not quite yet.
Have to get through this next proposal then do a couple of little short ones.
My brain feels like fricassee.

I'm staying in bed, working on the laptop from bed and this weekend there will be more bed and then housecleaning.

I need to recover.

And then I need to start my training program.

But in order to do that, I have to recover.

Because I can't run if I can't take a full breath.
I am feeling much better and less hormonally rageful than I did yesterday. This is mostly due to being allowed to sleep in and Sabs' care and patience. Thus I am able to be more my usual self and shower all of my loved ones, near and far with some virtual hugs.

I've never really hung a lot of weight on Valentine's Day, nor am I someone who is rabidly against it.

This got long )

In the meantime, I just want to say to each and every one I care about, that I love you all very much, whether we've met face to face or only know each other through the ether of the 'net.

Have a wonderful day, no matter what you choose to do today.

To Sabs: Happy anniversary, honey. Here's to another 8 years of smiles amongst the tough times.
thursdays_child: (Vic: Smile)
( Dec. 18th, 2008 03:49 pm)
I stepped out into the chilly, but not cold air, pulling on my coat to meet Victor at the steps as he came charging off the bus. "Back up a step! Back up a step!" he asked and patiently I backed up one to wait for him to come up the driveway. He told me about his day a little as he walked, then we stopped to empty the mailbox which was quite full.

As I pulled out coupon mailers and other junk, two red envelopes slipped out and I couldn't help the little grin that crossed my face. My grandmother always sends a little something by mail for us every year and there were the kids' cards today, each one with their names and the address typed on Gram's old typewriter. Gram was a secretary for twenty-five years, starting work when my grandfather divorced her when she was 60 and 'retiring' when she was 85. She still worked part-time sometimes, or went in to help out until about two years ago when she was 86.

Gram just had major surgery in October to remove an ovarian cyst and my mother took a leave of absence to take care of her. She's had some ups and downs since, though she is by and large recovered and just as chipper and feisty as ever. Still, I wasn't sure if she'd feel up to cards this year, so it's a happy thing to find those bright, holiday envelopes in the mail.

I opened Vic's for him and we sat and read the card and I told him all about who it was from. His face lit up with a smile for the nice words inside and for the green bill that meant he could go over to the store to pick out whatever he wanted.

Another chilly walk across the back yard and the parking lot and we stepped into CVS, walked down the glittering holiday aisle, stuffed full of cheap gifts, candy and seasonal decor. Vic didn't even hesitate and went straight for the remote controlled cars that he's been ogling for the last few weeks since they were put out on display. He picked out a shiny red one, of course and hugged the box to his chest, looking up at me with rosy cheeks and gleaming eyes.

A short trip around through other aisles led to a chocolate bar joining the car and I picked up some snacks and some more milk to re-plenish our dwindling supply. At the counter, Victor proudly stacked his purchases up on the counter and held his twenty out to the lady. "This is my money from my Nana!" he said loudly and beamed up at her. She talked to him about what he was buying and counted out his change carefully so he'd know how much it was. "I'm going to /save/ that," he said with a big shit-eating grin and couldn't help but laugh as I nodded. "Good idea to save up for something else." He's got a date with his piggy bank later to put that change away.

In the meantime, he's sitting on the floor with his car in his lap, still in the box until his dad gets home to help him put it together. Me, I'm enjoying chocolate with my feet up and hoping we get to drive up to see Nana so we can say thank you in person.
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( Dec. 17th, 2008 09:09 am)
The steps are blanketed with a frosty coating that looks like powdered sugar as I look out the back door. Stepping on it gives lightly, like biting through a crisp cookie to get to the soft middle. The bannisters on the other hand are slick, frozen solid with an inch of clear ice on top of the snow that looks like it ought to have the same give, but doesn't when you grab on.

I've scattered fondant front and back to help keep things clear throughout the day, though I'll probably have to toss some more out the back to make it safe for Sabs and Julien to come home tonight in the dark. In spite of the space heater, I'm shivering up here in the office. Even the lightbulb in my lamp is casting palpable warmth that makes me lean towards that golden pool of light, eager for even that slight heat.

The cats clustered around me tightly earlier, all four in different positions around me in the bed as I hid under the covers for a few minutes before getting up again after the morning exodus. Tara cuddled up under my chin, Sasha perched on my hip and Pearl tucked herself in against my spine while Khepri played foot warmer. I can't blame them for gravitating to the big warm body. If I were as small as they are, I'd make a nest in the quilts and wouldn't come out until the house warms up some with the heat hiked up a little.

It looks like another busy day here. Yesterday was a constant stream of one thing after another for work that kept me gainfully occupied for the whole day. That level of busy is actually what I like: constant and consistent without tripping over into emergency 'chicken with head cut off' mode.

The space heater is starting to actually make a difference so I'd better get to it. The cold makes my brain sluggish and slower to kickstart, but I think I'm awake enough now to tackle something more complicated than my email.
thursdays_child: (Beth: Park)
( Nov. 1st, 2008 06:54 pm)

Baby In Motion
Originally uploaded by littleowl.
Two years ago I uploaded this photo to Flickr. It was taken two weeks prior on one of our many days at the park in Walnut Creek.

Julien was such a happy-go-lucky guy that day and that year's fall fashions from Old Navy were just totally precious.

I still have this sweater but it's tucked away in a memento box ... with chocolate stains.

I'm realizing going through these photos just how much time we used to spend outside when we lived in California. We rarely go to the park now and the kids don't like to go outside because it's too cold.

These are things that I'd like to change.
thursdays_child: (Dragon)
( Oct. 11th, 2008 11:54 am)
Still tired out from the travel. Had some good sleep the past few days, but yeah with the still tired. It's a nice day out, the boys are running around like hooligans. I think I might get dressed, toss some clothes on the kids and head to the park for a bit, or go out in the garden and dig up some weeds and prep things for autumn/winter.


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