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My old car was bleeding me. It was paid for, but in recent months I've spent more than the monthly car payment just to keep fixing whatever new thing was wrong. The last straw was when the engine light went on, and I had to take it in to get it fixed, spending over $200. The month before that was over $300 for a different problem. There was more work that needed to be done, but I was thinking.. um.. NO. I'm not doing this, and I don't want to be driving anything unreliable. So off to Carmax I went. Here's the new baby. A 2008 Mazda 3 Hatchback.
And, I think my older dog Logan is finally getting used to the new pup, Rayne... either that, or he just wants to use her as a pillow. (She's only 3 months old.. yeah, she's going to be huge!) She's always wanting to play with him, but he's 13 now, and usually doesn't have much interest in childish games.. you can almost hear him scoff and think, "Go away, child."
Back to work on Monday.
Some of you may remember that this past October, we had to put my ten year old Belgian Tervuren to sleep because she was very sick. It was so crushing and sad for all of us. Over the past month or so my kids have been talking about wanting a new baby girl to love, so I relented, and we brought home our German Shepherd puppy today. She'll be three months old next week, all black, very sweet, a little shy still as she's getting used to us, but very friendly. And HUGE. Here are a few pics! Say hello to Rayne. :)
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I've been sick for three weeks (a nasty case of bronchitis). Three freakin' weeks of my vacation spent coughing my head off, with Mucinex and Robitssin DM as constant companions. I get to go back to work on Monday, with barely a voice to teach. I'm sure my students will love that I currently sound like a 90 year old five-pack-a-day smoker. What really sucks is that I can't sing in the car without sounding like a demonic squeak toy.
I have to write lesson plans tonight. Blah.
New Year's resolution: Get back to the gym... once I stop coughing, that is.
Fandom Rant: Celebrate your show, your favorite characters, your favorite 'ships, sing their praises to the heavens, dance and squee and flail till you drop, but for the love of all that is holy, do it without bashing other characters, actors, fans, or 'ships, especially in the more general fandom areas. (What you say in your own designated places is your business, have at it). Is it really that hard to play nice? Thanks. It's just something about fandoms in general that I will never understand. I mean, it's supposed to be fun, right? Right? Stop the hatin', people.
And because I can't post this enough: Some time ago, my friend, the lovely laurelnola discussed the power of the male British accent on the American female ear. Welllll...... goodness, (thanks to umigame I love you forever for this) wouldn't you know? Click here--> BRADLEY JAMES DOES VOICEOVERS!!! Holy shit, I'd buy an iPhone, a Vodaphone, and join the military for this man, if only he'd talk to me all day long and read me bedtime stories at night (*ahem*). I seriously got all squishy and melty inside just listening to him. I think I ovulated. *puddle of goo* I'm seriously going to download those and put them in my iPod... whenever I get one.
I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year celebration, and that the coming year brings many good and beautiful things your way. *hugs entire Flist, but not too closely; I don't want you to catch my cough*
Thanks so much to my friends here for your kind and comforting words over the loss of my beloved pet. It was a hard thing to do. She had been fine the week before, and when we took her to the vet after she'd shown signs of illness two days prior, we never expected to come home from that visit, with nothing more than a collar and a leash and broken hearts. We were with her when she was euthanized, sitting on the floor with her, the three of us just sobbing. She went quickly. It's very odd not having her here, and I know that will take some time to get over. I think aside from her death, what hurt most was seeing and hearing my childrens' grief. I wished I could take their pain away, it just tore my heart to see them so broken up over the loss of a dog they've had since they were five and six years old. But they wanted to be there with her, and my daughter will keep Hallie's ashes. Sometimes I wonder how nuts it is too feel so horrible over the loss of a dog, but then I remember how much they love us unconditionally, and then I don't feel so nutty.
I also want to thank anyone who voted for me in the Smallville Fanfiction Awards. I never expected to win anything. I mean, the couple I write for is not even a couple, and there are so many wonderful authors and stories out there in the Smallville fandom, that I never thought I'd have a chance in hell of winning anything.. lol But, WOW! I'm thrilled that Chlollie stories won in three major categories. I think that's an accomplishment for the 'ship, and says a lot about their potential as a supercouple. They are so much fun to write. I'm sincerely grateful to people that voted for me. Typed words written here can't begin to express how honored, and humbled (and shocked!) I feel. Anyone who writes fanfic knows that we do it for the love of it, so to be recognized for it, is just beyond-words wonderful to me. Congratulations tobella8876 for her Chlollie story "I'll Explain Everything When It's Friday". If you haven't read it... go. Now. And read. It's fabulous. Chlollie has so many talented writers, art makers, vid makers out there, that more of them need to be recognized for their work. Not bad for a couple that's not a couple.
Thanks again to my LJ friends. I'd hug each and every one of you if I could right now.
House of Blues, standing for almost seven straight hours. Everyone's taller than me and my sister, so of course I have to peer between large heads, shift to one side or another past shoulders, and stand most of the time with my arms folded over, so as not to bump anyone. Thank goodness I don't suffer from claustrophobia... all this, just to catch a glimpse of my musical heroes. And you know what? It was worth every foot aching, back aching, sweaty moment to finally see them after years of having worn out every Extreme CD I've ever owned. I never had a chance to see them perform live. Yet this was a band who's music got me through both good and bad times in my life, through thick and thin they were there, and this meant a lot to me. Nuno Bettencourt is truly a guitar god, and Gary Cherone's voice and stage presence is just unmatched, IMO. Pat Badger's bass is amazing, and as they sing, "Not bad for a pasty faced white boy."
The band had split up around 1995 and this reunion was like a dream come true for me. When I'd discovered they were coming to Chicago I had to get tickets IMMEDIATELY. This was my chance to see them finally! And they didn't disappoint. It was as though they'd never been apart for 13 years. They all look GREAT! No old has-beens here. Nuno still is hot as hell, and thank God he played most of the night shirtless, so the swooning ladies got to see that gorgeous bod, and those six pack abs. Haha. HOT HOT HOT I tell you, and oh yeah, he literally makes love to that guitar, and gets it to make the most unbelievable sounds. Guitar God, he is. I snuck a few horrible pictures, most of them holding my cell phone up over my head. The pics are bad, but I don't care, I got to stand about twenty feet away from my heroes, and it was an experience that meant more to me than I can explain. I got to scream and yell like I was 18 again, and swoon like a goofy fangirl. Gosh that felt good. Thank you, Extreme!