so, I put these up on the corner wall behind where my laptop sits. the longer quote to the left, which I have a tendency to look to, smaller quote higher on the right. Lest you think I've gone girly, butterflys are the transgender symbol. Seahorses are more appropriate for genderqueer, but much harder to find in removable wall decals.
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Today we went into Bryce and hiked around through the snow up to some of the lookouts.
Then it was thanksgiving redux for lunch. A nap and then the guns came out. Shot off the handguns, no biggy, the fun ones were the AR15 and the AK47.
I want the girl child with me when the Zombie Apocalypse hits. First time firing any gun…ever. She’s a natural marksman with the AR. She hit everything she aimed at.
There was elk chili for dinner.
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some turkey cupcakes. Princess is very creative.
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NO, not something like that...
I know I've been absent. I don't vote on polls like I used to, or comment like I have in the past. I've been in a dark place lately (not deep dark, needing meds kinda place, but a sucking hole nonetheless). I just haven't had spare energy to interact like I used to. I still try to read my F'list...but that gets about 5min of the hour between waking, getting coffee, rousing the spawn, getting myself presentable, rousing the spawn again, getting the "running of the chihuahuas" fed and outside in the AM, finally insuring the spawn are in clean clothes and brushing teeth, and then out the door. I may, or may not, actually drink a full cup of coffee in that time. Coming home is grocery stores, dinner (thankfully SG cooks, so eating) and falling into bed pretty f'ing exhausted.
I want you to know I do read.
And I have now learned how to keep score (sort of)...although at one point I did stand up and yell at all the dads who hadn't jumped in to do this thing (and it's complicated and takes every bit of your concentration) to SHUT THE F" UP b/c they're all starting to do MLB talk about odds in the 4th and 5th inning and we haven't finished the 4th and Blue (the umpire -- who counts the MOST of everyone) is asking me questions about what happened in the "top" of the 4th (the first team's turn at bat) and who's up first on the bottom of the 4th (the other team's at bat)...and my brain went to Jamaica for a moment and I got completely confuzzled.( Stop now if you don't care about sporty parent squeeCollapse )
Seriously, I have a line for each player, and for each at bat there is a little 1" sq. box with a TINY diagram of a softball diamond. I have to check off the balls (bad pitches) and strikes (and the 1st 2 foul balls -- hits going backwards instead of into the playing field -- count as strikes and then every foul after that is a teeeennnnyyy F written at the bottom of that box). If the girl hits I have to draw a light line where the ball went. Dark lines around the diamond show the runs. X where they got tagged out. BB if they walked (4 balls -- balled to base), PSB (Pitcher struck batter) if they took base b/c the got struck by a ball. And then there's a ton of shit I can't even put down b/c I don't get what's an assisted out, unassisted out, double play, forced out, dead ball run. I have to keep track of who's pitching on what inning and where it switches out (and it's fall ball, which means these are "mixed" teams so they wear the jersey of the team they played in spring -- so I can't use jersey numbers b/c I have 2 #1 on one team and 3 #6 on the other...and I actually lost track of a player and had to stop the game to say, "oaky, girl with the Dodger's camp shirt is up...what happened to player 27 who I show should be batting right now?????? Sorted it out, went on.
Double header against the same team in 104degree heat. Tied up both games 4/4. Considering our leagues first practice was FRIDAY, they killed.
Princess had some fire moments this game -- considering last season sucked donkey balls for their team (they won NONE of their games and most of their losses were like 20 runs to 0). This game she did strike out one time b/c the coach kept telling her to bunt...but she listened to her coach. And she actually hit the bunt, but the pitcher charged the plate and caught the ball before it bounced in the dirt. That's luck.
She sacrificed at 2nd (as in she slowed up and allowed herself to be tagged out so a runner could make home). She caught a pop fly while manning center field...and her glove fell off (new glove) so it didn't make the play. She hit a ground ball and ran for first...my tiny little 12yr 85lb 4'5" kid against a 14yr 120lb 5'2" (fall ball is "mixed ball" where we have 10yr through 14yr olds on the same team) 1st base player who wouldn't move off the plate (if you don't have the ball you are required to step aside for the runner) ...and took the girl into the dirt. The other coach started to protest and Blue got in his face and told him to suck it up or he'd give my kid a walk to second for his player "interfering" with a base run. She played second base, caught a ball tossed in from the outfield and, literally, threw herself at the runner to tag the girl out a foot away from the plate.
And now I have 4 massively wound up girls upstairs. Shit, I threw them in the pool for 2hours and they're still bouncing off the walls. That's okay, that's what teams are about. Camaraderie, sportsmanship...caring more about kicking ass than what the idget boys are thinking about. 'Cause, seriously, she can out bat, out run, out play most all the tween boys she knows and that gives her a confidence to tell them to bugger off that her non-sporty friends don't have.
So Princess's Princess ran away on July 4th. For those not in the US that's the annual insanity of fireworks from 1) legit sources like the Rose Bowl less than a mile from us, and 2) tons of illegal crap that gets fired off for a week before and after. She was with the kids at the pool when they came in at 2:30, when we went to let the dogs into the house for the night at 3:30 she was gone.
A week ago, over my objection, SG went and got a new dog for Princess at la Perrera (the pound). I wanted to at least wait until after this coming weekend as we'll be in No.Cal. for State Tourney. I got out voted 2/1 with an abstention (Emo Boy who's a total cat person couldn't give a crap either way).
New dog is actually my idea of a perfect dog...doesn't lick, doesn't bark, want's to be in your lap -- and that's it. Sit in your lap and watch TV, less intrusive than the cats who expect some petting. And she's smaller than either cat...totally not yappy. Worst was when the girl left for day camp she "yodeled," in this muted, low key tone. So, this is Baby. Oh, yeah, that's her name.
Today I came home from trial, changed, came down and caught the message being left.
The pound found Princess. If you lived on Mars you could have heard the girl child scream. She was so wracked up she almost hyperventilated. She had the SPCA chick crying on the other end of the line with how emotional she was (OMG I hand to tell her to go suck on a paper bag, just so I could confirm that, yes this was our dog over her freak out).
She's home now... a little fatter (we feed 1x per day b/c that's what our vet recommends for our dogs and she probably got found by someone who left food out all the time). Collar was torn up, dog was, otherwise, in good shape. We walked up to the "quarantine" kennels holding the just brought in dogs and she charged the fence barking and dancing (she dances on her hind legs). The SPCA guy looked at me and said, "even if I didn't 'know' that was your dog, I'D KNOW that was your dog by her reaction." Apparently, until our arrival she'd been cowering in the back of the kennel and would run away from anyone who tried to handle her. They weren't sure she'd been spayed (or if she was really female --guessed but she twisted and ran so much they weren't 100% convinced), they did manage to hold her still enough to scan for the "chip," which is how they knew to call us.
We're up to 4 dogs, 2 cats and a rat now. Oh, well, Princess and Baby seem to get along fine. They're both inside dogs, the other two are outside dogs (size and proclivity). But, it's good to have her home and to see the girl child happy (b/c as I predicted, new dog DIDN'T Magically Solve The Problem of upset child). Luckily the new dog is completely accepted by the "pack," so it's all workable.
So today was day one of the So. Cal. Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime joint conference. This is a “writer” con, far more than a “fan” con…but there are small book-signings after each panel since authors are readers too. I pretty much spent my day in one room and, except for the time when I’m doing room set up for a panel in another room, will be there all day tomorrow as well.
There are all sorts of panels going on about agents (don’t really want one at the stage), contracts (I got that one pretty covered), editors and writing process. The panels I’m attending, and the reason I chose this con, are the guys/gals doing it for a living and sharing that with us panels.
The first two panels were kinda joined together. First an overview and then a “hands on” type of course. An LA County coroner set up a crime scene and showed you how she worked it, dealt with the bodies and how she did what when (and do you know there is a chemical that completely obliterates DNA?..Its what they clean their equipment with). Presenting in conjunction with her was the LA Sheriffs Detective who worked that case as well and picked it up about how she interviewed the witnesses and at what point she would look at the computer in the office (it was an workplace double homicide) and how they found the hidden security cameras and got access to the footage. They played the footage and showed how what looked like a robbery gone bad was a murder/suicide where, because of how the shooter held the gun and stood, he was knocked a good ten feet away from the gun.
In the afternoon, we had a detective from the El Cajon PD come in and discuss witness interviewing and suspect interrogation. He also touched on DNA cross-contamination…how the tests are so sensitive now that sometimes they’re useless — a rope used in a hanging became so cross-contaminated just from the officers and investigative staff in the room with it that they couldn’t use it. We got to watch “sting” tapes with him pointing out exactly what the officers were doing and why.
The last presenter was an FBI agent. He discussed investigation from their agencies standpoint and went into the FBI’s culture. He’s married to an LAPD detective and could use that experience to explain how she can get a victim to make a call to a perp while she listens in on her own decision, while he has to fill out six forms with four higher ups signing off — B/C FBI has been “burned” on the privacy invasion thing (think Watergate) whereas he never has to worry about Use of Force investigations but she lives under that shadow every call out she gets (think Rodney King). He also discussed the realities of inter agency cooperation in a post 9-11 world, now that most police agencies and federal agencies are on joint terrorism task forces (federally mandated program). 15 years ago most cops had never met an FBI agent. Now it is highly likely that there is someone in the FBI and that Department who have worked together.
Sue Grafton was the luncheon speaker. I haven’t read any of her books (I never got sucked in by the blurb). But she turned out to be a charming, amusing and very engaging speaker. Surprising as many writers are not the most outgoing folks in the world.
Tomorrow I’ll attend the Arson Investigation workshop, the Homicide Prosecution and the Gang Crimes panel on taking down LaEme members.
20 years ago I had RK (like lazik, but they used a scalpel to do it). My vision went from so nearsighted that I needed my glasses to find my glasses in the AM to 20/20 in both eyes, no astigmatisms.
Things have been getting blurry lately. So, after 20 years I go to the eye doctor, I'm now slightly far sighted (which is actually an issues)...but the astigmatism is back in both eyes. I have to have glasses now for near and far because the "twist" in your eyes screws up all distances. Crap. Crap. Crap. I hate glasses. I hate how I look in glasses. Even when I was young and lean and sexy glasses looked like shit on me.