By no means am I flouncing from my own site, but I may not post or respond anywhere for a while. Too much RL things to deal with will do that do a girl. I’m fine, Hobbit’s fine, Istar’s fine (though may need another trip to the vet for a steroid injection), so there.
If I don’t make it back in time, Happy Holidays. 
Current Mood:
Disappointed
Arrgh, Urrgh, and Hmmph! Every time I’m on the phone with one of my parents, without fail, they get a call waiting beep; which they always take. That is, they take the beep if they don’t flat out cut our conversation first. Just now, I called them and it rang busy, thus signaling that they were either calling out or receiving a call at that very moment. I waited a few minutes to call them back, and whaddya know? They aren’t answering my beep.
I really do not want to hear any more about “Oh, you’re such a hermit,” or “Why don’t you ever want to do anything outside your home.” THIS is why, y’all. 
and 
Arrgh. I can’t even bother to talk TV or fandom. 
Current Mood:
Rejected
It’s been a long time since I posted anything, for a number of reasons. First and foremost, my grandmother had serious surgery this week and I’ve been a bit more into family than friends. She’s doing great and I’m not going to worry about her needlessly.
Secondly, I’ve been reading a couple of books. With the movie version of Eragon coming out soon, I finally felt the rush to read it. I’d been thinking about reading it for quite some time, but it began to feel like a race against time. I finished it Thursday night, absolutely certain that I had already figured out a huge mystery hinted at in the first of the three books of The Inheritance. Yesterday, I stopped on the way to work and purchased Eldest, the second book. As usual, not only am I NOT clever, I’m worse: Thinking I’m clever has made me an even bigger fool than usual, as my theory was clearly not even close to the truth of the mystery. Looking back, I see that it was not my own sharp thinking that lead me to my conclusion, and everyone reading probably thought the same way as I did. Suckas!
The books themselves borrow heavily from Tolkien. I mean HEAVILY. The words, places, a bit of the mythology, it’s all Tolkien-lite. I’m not complaining, just stating. I’ll be waiting for the concluding book with much anticipation, as the story has hit home for me; Hobbit is my Saphira, proud and independent, and Istar is the Dragon Rider, if only for the way Hob has to drag his goofy butt around on her back.
See? It always comes back to Da Hob.
Sorry for the lack of writing, but there are always reasons. For those of you who pray, send vibes, send wishes, etc., please do so for my brother and his wife. They’ve suffered a setback in their quest to add to their family. We’re all very sad, but I’m sure we’ll be celebrating happiness again soon.
I was responsible for my nephew, Cage, for two and a half days and OMG am I tired. Seriously, how do people manage? He’s probably the most lovable, intelligent, adorable six-year-old ever, but he damn near killed me. I’m more convinced than ever that I don’t want kids, not because of Cage, just because of my low energy level.
I am pleased, however, to announce that I have recruited a miniature sci-fi fan in Cage. He loved SGA and Doctor Who, and that just makes me so proud! He already loves Star Wars and Harry Potter, so we had a blast hanging out. We watched Superman Returns, which he was kind of meh about (and so was I), oh, and he LOVES vids. His favorite was the Spiderman vid listed on Fanvid-Recs. Yes, he’s a great kid and he’s so frellin’ cute!!
My aunt and cousin from Ft. Lauderdale are in, as are my uncle and aunt from Knoxville, so we’re having a bit of a family reunion this weekend. Unfortunately, they all ventured down to their childhood hometown and won’t be back in time for dinner, so I’m on my own for tonight. Hmmm…what to eat in preparation of STARGATE night?!?!?
p.s. I’m on an Egyptian kick again, so default theme? Egyptian 
p.p.s. Going from the fridge to the cupboard and back is NOT helping dinner selection. Food has not, and will not, magically appear.
p.p.p.s. Narayan isn’t coming to visit. Eh, f’ him.
