Kaymyth

Heh. Deck, in this case, refers to the wooden raised structure in our backyard. Kind of like a front porch, but on the back of the house and bigger, sort of an outdoor entertaining space with no roof.

Starting from zero is awful, but you'll be surprised at how quickly you improve. Cardio gets better rapidly. I remember when I first attempted to start exercising; a few minutes on the elliptical just about killed me. Now I do 30 minutes a day three times a week, and while it's strenuous, I can do it without dying.

Eh, I am creeping up closer and closer to 40, and I still get crushes. Then I go home and tell my husband about them and he giggles at me. ...this probably would not work with many relationships, but it does for us. Here is a story now about James and one of the few things about him that drives me nuts: Saturday, after we have finished up a long day of working on resealing the deck, I hear suddenly from James, "Ooch! Ouch!" And I turn to find him picking his way barefoot through the gravel under the deck towards the hose so he can rinse off the paintbrushes. This frustrated me, because I was wearing shoes. Had he said something, or asked me, or whatever, I could have done it instead. But no, he just goes and DOES the thing without asking for help and by the time I learn what's going on, it's too late to do anything. He could've cut his feet. He did strain a toe. All because he wouldn't ask me to do a thing (or just go inside and get his danged shoes).

Agree with this. I still want to be Holtzmann when I grow up and nobody can make me change my mind.

This will be the first weekend in a good, long while that we haven't been busy. So we're going to make ourselves busy, heh. It's time to clean and re-waterseal the back deck! We're gonna have a challenge in keeping the local family of foxes off of it while it dries; our deck is a favorite sunning/playing spot in the mornings for Mum and the kits. I also have acquired PVC piping, joints, and netting. I have a bed of thornless blackberries that need to be birdproofed if we wanna get any berries this year. This also must be done this weekend, as the plants are in the end of the flowering phase and starting to grow fruit. I've already found three ripe berries that have been pecked on.

Friends I have who do not even normally attend GCUU services are now talking about going to God Auction. Cause they want to see me be Bast. (Or, more accurately, they are intrigued by my costume skills and want to see how it all comes out.)

Yep. We're friends on Facebook. She's fine.

Oh, my screen name isn't helping, is it? But! My avatar pic has red hair! (Feel free to just picture me as my unicorn avatar. That is a thing which would amuse me.) Heh. I'm not going to string this out, partly because my real name is already floating around the site if you look hard enough. I'm Rosemary.

Thank you. My spellcheck thinks I've gone mad. I call that a win. And thank yoooou!

Heh. My real name starts with "R" and I'm a redhead. BOOM! Headsplodey.

*raises hand trepidatiously*

The appeal letter I faxed them was suitably professional with some subtle salt thrown in. I divided it into three points: 1. "You told the doctor's office that you covered this brand of Thing before it was installed. Here is the reference number for the phone call, cos I know you record rusting everything." 2. "Your SPD document says that you cover ALL FDA-approved Things." 3. "The ACA says you have to cover ALL FDA-approved Things." And then I told them that if they denied my appeal, my next step would be to contact the Kansas Insurance Commissioner. Your avatar pic still terrifies me, but I have no knowledge of this thing that you say happened. Return, O Terrifying and Adorably Anxious Spidery One! I'm guessing your mom had a pretty strong bond with her grandmother. She may try to cover her distress around you because it's extremely awkward for parents to lean on their kids in times of emotional turmoil, so you will probably have to be proactive about being there for her. If yours is a huggy family, give her hugs. Help with chores more than usual. Bake a batch of cookies on the sneak. And if your mom starts to cry, don't freak out. She needs to purge the grief out of her system; try to create an environment where she can feel like it is OK to do so.

That outcome seems just a wee bit unrealistic. I'm mostly shooting for "get them to cover Thing like they're supposed to." If that fails, my goal will become, "Cost them more money than it would have been to just cover Thing."

My insurance company has...displeased me. I got Thing on March 15. Insurance is attempting to not cover this particular brand of Thing. The problems with this: 1. Doctor called Insurance company before I got Thing. They were assured this brand of Thing is covered. I have documentation of this. 2. My work's insurance SPD document clearly states that all FDA-approved Things are covered. 3. The ACA states that all FDA-approved Things must be covered. Now it is time to fax in my appeal letter and documentation. Beware, Insurance company, for you are now about to face the wrath of She Who Researches And Documents All. YOUR DOOM IS NIGH.

It's also worth noting that Brandon himself has stated that the Era 1 tables are in-universe, created by people who were working with limited information. They were trying to jam in the metals they knew into a pattern without considering the possibility that there were additional metals they simply didn't know about. Rashek probably knew about them, of course, but given the power involved with the temporal metals he had every reason to make sure that information was not released to the public.

Clearly, I am accomplishing great things today.

This is what Google Calendar reminders are for! (Seriously, you don't really have to do this. Not that it wouldn't fill me with glee, because it would, but this whole thing is mostly me talking out of my nether regions.)

*crawls onto the forum, flails around a bit, and finally collapses in a heap upon a convenient pile of cushions* Guys, convention staffing is exhausting. But ConQuesT is done for another year, which of course means that next month we start planning for 2018. I think I'm gonna have to take an extra day or two off of work in order to properly recover, especially since they're slowing heaping more responsibility onto my shoulders. There is so much that goes into even a small convention like ours. Hee. It's August 24. I turn 40 this year.

I'm just going to go with, "the color balance on my monitor at work is probably off." It really does look purple over here; definitely a blue-heavy purple, almost more of an indigo, but it just doesn't look blue on my screen. Either way, blue is still a superior color to mustard yellow. Not quite as superior as purple, but it is definitely a good color. Maybe somebody will be kind on my birthday later this summer and overlay my Moderator rank with rainbow sparkles for a day. I do believe this is the first time I have ever been featured in a meme. I feel honored, and slightly giggly.

I have to confess, you are truly worthy of your pretty purple rank. I must hang my head and admit that mustard yellow is indeed all I deserve.

Sanderland has a certain ring to it...

This is fantastic. I'm sure you already have plans to link the Storm Cellar into this, but once it's up and running I'd like to announce it over to the JordanCon group as well. Brandon is definitely going to be in attendance next year, so I've no doubt that we'll have a ton of stuff to upload at the end of April 2018.

She's fine, she just needs a bit of a break. I'm in regular contact with her on Facebook.

Facebook and its constant need to futz around with functions that worked perfectly well, but now are crappier/more cluttered/less efficient all in the name of squeezing out just a few more cents of ad revenue.

Well, if it drags you into the fandom, who am I to argue? Heh. Their regular fourth-wall breaking is rather legendary at this point. There was an episode a couple seasons ago where they were zapped into an alternate universe where they were actors on a TV show that remarkably resembled their lives... ALL THE HELLS. I can't just stop. Jensen Ackles is too pretty.