mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Happiness)
I used to to a meme at the end of every year, but when I went back to look for it, I found it no longer really applied to my life enough that I'd want to re-use it. So I guess I'm on the lookout for a new one (maybe shorter than the one I was using before, too).

The New Year seems like as good an arbitrary time as any to take stock of one's life and see about making changes. It helps that my birthday falls close to the beginning of January, so it gives me another excuse to revamp my life a bit every year, and see about living in a way that's more in line with my values. 2016 was a year of up and downs (so many downs, what the hell), but it helped cement one thing in my mind: there is work to be done. So, this year, I'm taking a page out of Jillian Holtzmann's book:


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On a personal front, I think I'm already on the right track, and just need to keep going in the same direction. I've been overall doing better in terms of taking care of myself, though I still have work to do. I'm going to carry on making efforts at going to bed at a decent and mostly regular hour (work schedule permitting), eating as well as I can without getting punitive about it, and exercising. I've been slacking off on the latter because I dislike exercising indoors, and we've had so much snow that I've found it hard to go running. I need to get back out there, even if I walk and don't run, if nothing else. This year is also the year I plan to write my letter of intent to join the Quakers. I still have no idea how I'm going to do that. Darling Quakers and their "There's no wrong way to do it!" approach to this. It's very stressful. ;) I had planned on doing it last year, but I ended up not being able to go to Meeting for several months because of the classes I was taking, and it felt a little weird to apply for membership and then fall off the face of the planet for a quarter of the year or more. So this year it will be.

I have a long list of personal projects I want to pick up, too, but those are less resolutions and more "Wow, it would be so cool to do X!" kind of things. I think two very concrete resolutions I can make to keep myself balanced is to a) write one LJ entry per day, no matter how short or how boring I may think it is, and b) update my bullet journal every day, to help me keep on top of things. I'm still working on my bullet journal, to streamline it so that it's a mix of useful and happy things without becoming overwhelming (which is what happened in December), but I'm optimistic that it will become the reliable tool that it's meant to be if I work at it a little.

On a more social front, well, I need to get myself into gear. The good folks to the South of here look like they're about to have a fascist regime take over, so if that happens I am determined not to be a bystander, not to let the tank of oppression crush everyone under it without at the very least trying to do something. I've been trying to find LGBTQIA activist groups in Ottawa, but I must not be looking in the right places, because all the websites and information I've found have been defunct or obsolete or at the very least not updated in months. I don't suppose any of my local friends know where I could find an active group? In Montreal I always knew where to go and who to talk to if I wanted to get involved, but I will confess that in Ottawa I am all at sea when it comes to this, even after living here for two years. Basically, I think I've done the bystander thing long enough, time to get myself more actively involved.

In short, I'm trying to find a balance between making changes and continuing on with the changes that are already in progress, all without burning out. In an effort to keep posting here, I may pick one project to talk about per day (with some repeats as I progress--or fail to progress--on said projects).

:::ETA::: Hm. Not sure why that gif isn't working. All my tests indicate it should be. Oh, well. I'll see if I can link to it in the comments.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gone Out)
I've been back at work since last Tuesday. I'm doing a gradual return to work, which means three-day weeks for three weeks, then a four day week, then a five day week, and then back to my usual rotating shifts. Last week was four hours a day, this coming week will be six hours, then eight hours a day until I'm back on shift for my usual twelve hours.

For those of you who are confused, I normally work twelve-hour rotating shifts, on a schedule that repeats every four weeks. I've found a blank calendar template online, because sometimes seeing it on "paper" is more helpful. So when I start whining about my work schedule, this is what I'm talking about. Shifts start at 5:30 and finish at 5:30 regardless of whether it's a night shift or a day shift.

Calendar behind the cut )


Mental health stuff behind this cut )

I had a really full week, apart from work and the psychiatry appointment. It was my father's 75th birthday on Thursday, and we had two parties for him. The first was here at my house, where it was just me, him, and my mother. A low-key affair, where we went to see the exhibit of Elizabeth Louise Vigée-Lebrun, which was a really fascinating peek into the politics of the time, as told through portraits. The woman had an extraordinary talent, and because she was a favourite of Marie Antoinette, she was able, like no other woman of her time, to gain acceptance to the Académie Royale de peinture et sculpture. It's most notable because the Académie was both super stuffy and conservative, and being a woman made you automatically ineligible. Because patriarchy.

I made my parents dinner on my new-to-me barbecue, and I wowed them. It's sometimes really heartwarming to see how my parents think that every little thing I do is magic. I did, however, make a fan-fucking-tastic meal. I'm a novice barbecuer, so I was rather worried about how things would turn out, but everything cooked to perfection, including the t-bone steaks I had bought and very lightly seasoned for the occasion. I also grilled portobello mushrooms, which had been marinaded for a few minutes in garlic, olive oil, and balsamic vinegar (next time I am going to halve the amount of vinegar, because I felt it overwhelmed the delicate taste of the mushrooms), corn on the cob, green and yellow zucchini, and a variety of peppers. It was a feast, and we capped it off with a homemade chocolate cake.

The chocolate cake was a bit of an adventure. I am not a skilled baker, and I nearly broke one of the cake layers while cooling it, and the icing (which should be a simple process) had more drama than I would have liked. The first thing I did wrong was ignore my instincts, which told me to melt the chocolate in a double boiler, and tried to melt it in the microwave. BIG mistake. Chocoloate is super delicate, burns like a motherfucker, and smells terrible. So I started over with a double boiler, then dumped the ingredients into a bowl before realising that I was supposed to do them in a specific order. Oops. Not to worry, I thought, it's just buttercream icing, I'm sure it'll be fine if I blend it as is. I then tried to add 1 tsp of vanilla extract from my brand-new bottle. It had a convenient squeezy-top thing to allow me to carefully measure out the vanilla without spilling, which was a great idea—right up until the squeezy-top thing popped off and literally 3/4 of a cup of vanilla gushed into the bowl. I quickly donned my superhero cape and managed to drain most of the vanilla into the sink without sacrificing the other ingredients, and managed to salvage the whole mess, but let's just say that the icing tasted way more of vanilla than it did of chocolate.

Luckily the cake still turned out okay, if slightly lopsided, because I still don't know how to level or tort a cake.
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When I'm done with my dog training course, I may sign up for a Wilton cake decorating class. It would be nice to know how to make a cake that doesn't look like it narrowly escaped a harrowing death. ;)

For posterity, here are a few other highlights of that evening's dinner:
Birthday photos! )


On Friday I drove to Montreal for the second party, which was a surprise party. My party was a decoy, so that my father wouldn't know there was a surprise party for him. He was, for the record, very surprised, and quite touched. All but one of his brothers and sisters were there (one sister lives in France and is having health issues), and we had a sumptuous dinner that my mother cooked (I went up early and helped her). I don't particularly like my father's family (they range from bigots to self-important blowhards to unpleasant cynics), but I can put a good game face on and so can they, and so we all made an effort and it went really well overall. My father is incredibly loyal to his family (and slightly blind to their faults), so he was incredibly moved that we'd all gone to such lengths for his birthday.

In short, a really busy, but good week.

Oh, and before I forget, today was also my first day of dog training classes. I was late because I misunderstood the time, but as it was the first course I didn't miss much. It was all introductions and whatnot. I'll have a better idea of things next week, I think.
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mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Virtual Timbits!)
It's my birthday!

Capricornucopia isn't until the end of the month, due to scheduling conflicts. I feel oddly un-birthdayish this year, in the same way I felt un-Christmasish as well. I think it was mainly the fact that there was no snow going into the holidays. I usually ride the holiday high right into my birthday, and that didn't happen this year.

On the plus side, I'm 37 years old today! It feels a little weird. Somehow, I never really pictured myself past the age of 35, so I'm now in that grey-foggy area of my life that I never thought about, and I'm not sure what to do with it. I'm currently torn between two courses of action, so that's not helping. I think once I've made a decision about it all, things will settle down. Overall, I'm really enjoying this period of my life, so no complaints.

I know I said something about resolutions in a previous post, and I may try to post those later today, if there's time. I have to take Sergent and Octavia to the vet (her for shots, him for bloodwork and such), and I'd like to take myself to see Star Wars afterward, if I can, as a birthday present to myself. We shall see. I haven't seen a movie in the theatres since I went to see Avengers back in... July? I think? Maybe it was August, I can't remember.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Carpet Ship)
The universe rewarded me for turning 36 with a wicked bout of vertigo in the middle of my night shift, which I was working alone. So I had to call my boss in disgrace for the second time in six months and crawl home and wait for death, but not before I ended up puking in the trash can at work because I couldn't make it to the bathroom. It was extra humiliating. /o\ I also had to cancel my first ever volunteer session at Shepherds of Good Hope, which also sucked.

So things are a little like my icon, but without the vodka, and it's not nearly as fun as it looks.

I spent today curled up with my laptop, posted some fanfiction and took a nap. I also did dishes, so that today wouldn't be a total write-off. I'm scheduled to have a Skype chat with my parents later on too, which will be nice. The world has (mostly) stopped spinning, and moving doesn't make me throw up anymore, so that's a win. :)

Now seems like as good a time as any to talk about my plans for the year. I've decided not to do "resolutions" in the traditional sense of the word. That being said, I do have a lot on my plate for the foreseeable future.

2015 behind the cut! )

Anyway, that concludes my lengthy rambling about what I have in mind for the year. I'd promise to post more, but that's probably a lie. I seem to go through phases when I post a lot, and others in which I post only sporadically or not at all, and I think I'll just stick to that. I'll post when I feel I have something of value to share, and that will have to suffice.

Happy New Year again, everyone!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gahoogy hoo!)
It has been All Birthday, All The Time at Casa [livejournal.com profile] mousme this week. We started with a wee celebration on Monday because I wouldn't be there for Bean's actual birthday on Wednesday. Then Bean had a special birthday celebration at school on Wednesday, complete with Monster High-themed cupcakes, and received some presents from [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter as well.

It my party NOW? )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Piglet & Balloon)
Bean turns 4 years old today. It also marks the not-quite anniversary of when he and [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter moved in last year (that will be tomorrow).

He's grown so much over the past year, I barely recognize the photographs of the short-haired toddler I knew last March. Now he's a preschooler with a distinctive sense of style and very very loud opinions.

He went from this:

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To this:

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All that in the span of less than two years.

Happy birthday, Bean!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Lifetime)
But it's her birthday, so happy birthday, Mim!

I have already called her to sing her Happy Birthday in all the languages I know. She thought I was hilarious. She's 77 years old today. It feels a little surreal, though probably not as surreal as the day she'll turn 80. It's funny how, as I get older, my own definition of "old" changes. Fifteen years ago, 60 sounded pretty damned old to me. Now it strikes me more as "middle-aged." 40 doesn't sound like middle age anymore, now that it's a scant five years in my future.

I assume most people go through this little mental shift as they get older. Or maybe some people don't, and that's why they have a mid-life crisis. "Oh God, I just hit my own definition of 'old,' what do I do now? I know, I'll buy a new car and have an affair!"

Nothing has happened in the past few days that can't be summed up as "Work. Also work. Furthermore, work."

My Watch Commander and the new guy are getting along super well, especially on night shifts when nothing happens. Unfortunately, they tend to act like 12-year-old boys when they get bored, and so they get into mischief. I'm not in the same room as them, so usually all I hear is giggling from the other side of the doors. I ignore it, carry on with whatever I'm doing, and then it usually gets worse.

Me: *works on stuff*

New Guy: *from other room* "HEY DAPHNE!"

Me: *rolls eyes and carries on*

New Guy: "DAAAAAAPHNEEEEEEE! ARE YOU ALIVE IN THERE?"

Watch Commander: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Me: "Working! Go away!"

New Guy: "WE'RE BORED, DAPHNE!"

Me: "I can tell."

WC: "COME OUT AND TALK TO US!"

Me: "No, I'm busy!"

NG: "BUT [WATCH COMMANDER] IS BEING MEAN TO ME!"

WC: "I AM NOT. HE'S BEING UNPROFESSIONAL!"

Me: "Don't make me break out the hose. I will use it on you if I have to!"

NG: "COME OOOOONNNNNN..."

Me: *getting up to go to the door* "If you're that bored, I can set up suicide drills for you to run."

WC & NG: *immediately pretend to be busy*

Me: "Yeah, that's what I thought." *goes back to work*

Let it not be said that we can't have a little fun on shift, now and then. I just wish they'd find a way to entertain themselves that doesn't involve pestering me. :P
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Serious Face)
Or, in which my dreams are a lot more literal than I'd like, and yet still more awesome than my current life. I think this one was triggered by my alarm clock, but I can't be sure. Either way, in my dream I woke up to the strains of "A Well-Respected Man" by The Kinks and started getting ready to go to work. Only in my dream I was actually Susan Ivanova (see icon), or at least her equivalent in whatever my new dream-universe was. My duties weren't exactly clear, nor did it seem to matter, as most of the dream involved being very annoyed at having to get up so damned early. Ivanova, as I recall, was not a morning person in Babylon 5, either. :) I was kind of disappointed when I woke up and realised that if I wanted to listen to The Kinks then I'd have to fiddle with my playlists on my iPhone myself, rather than have a spontaneous soundtrack to my life. I was still pretty displeased at having to get up at 3:50, so that part of the dream was nicely literal. Also, I am not Claudia Christian, which is a perpetual source of disappointment.

More dreams, cut for length )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sleeping Dogs)
Two more days of night shift, then I'm on days for the next little while. Woo!

My colleagues all signed a birthday card for me, which was sweet, only they got my age wrong, which I thought was hilarious. It was full of "Congrats on turning 30!" notes, and "Welcome to the new decade!" etc. Which, of course, I already did last year.

I giggled madly until they forced me to explain myself, and then they were all sheepish.

None of them believe that I'm much over 25 anyway. I have a baby face. I got carded in places until I was well into my mid to late twenties.

Still, I appreciated the card. It was a nice gesture.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (I so rock)
It's my birthday!

24 HOURS OF ALL ABOUT ME!

Too bad I'm working night shift, eh?

Still, I have my computer, and a cool night shift partner who's willing to turn down the lights (fluorescent lights = ick!bad!bright!), and things are pretty quiet on the Eastern Front.

So.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Cone sold stober)
Okay, folks. It's my birthday this Tuesday, but since I have to work (boo) I am postponing my birthday by one day.

This is an open invite. Anyone who wants to show up and have a drink at Hurley's is welcome. Bring friends!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Tea)
I forgot to mention that I had a fantastic time on Saturday at [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse's place, celebrating [livejournal.com profile] chibipunkdemon's birthday with cake, nibblies, and Beatles Rock Band. I sang waaaay off-key to "Back in the USSR" and then restored some of my credibility with "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," and then [livejournal.com profile] pasley and I rocked the house with "And Your Bird Can Sing."

We had a blast. [livejournal.com profile] ashforestwalker did a great job with "Yellow Submarine", and [livejournal.com profile] the_exclamation did a rockin' version of "Boys." [livejournal.com profile] chibipunkdemon naturally outdid himself with the guitar, and then actually sang. [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse said later that it was the first time she'd heard him sing in nine years of marriage. Good times.

I am omitting a TON of people, but everyone acquitted themselves well, we had a blast, there were announcements (I am not making them here because they're not mine to make), and by the end the last few guests were camped out in the living room talking books, manga, and comic books. We eventually threw ourselves out at just past midnight, and I went home and spent the next few hours not sleeping, since I'd had way too much caffeine apparently.

Yeah, good times, like I said. Two groups of friends in two weekends, and the two experiences couldn't have been more different or more wonderful, each in their own way. I'm just sad that I had to miss the Invisible gig last weekend, which was fantastic according to my trusted sources. Unfortunately, I have limited free time on my hands, and since Camel's Hump had been planned first, I had to miss the concert, hopefully the only time I ever will.

And now I am going to have breakfast. I suspect tea may be involved.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Ahem)
Umm, hello?

No one replied to my last post asking about birthdays. Does this mean that no one born in July wants a birthday card?
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Damn Straight)
Is it your birthday in the coming month? Would you like a card or a note?

If so, let me know and don't forget to give me your address. Some people last month waved frantically at me for correspondence and never provided an address. If you are in any doubt that I might not have yours, you must give it to me. :)

Kids with birthdays will be given priority over adults (so let me know if your tadpoles like cards), but last month I pretty much managed everyone, so I'm not too worried.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Piglet & Balloon)
Hey flist!

Is it your birthday this month? If so, email me with your birthday and your address, and I shall send you a card. :)

I know of two people whose birthday it is this month: [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti and [livejournal.com profile] sultrysong. Anyone else?

In fact, send me your birth date and address anyway, and I shall compile a list for future use.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (News Flash!)
I am getting really sick and tired of this whole overtime thing. I'm here today, and will be doing OT on Tuesday again, and bleah.

The n00bs are getting trained, slowly but surely. We're supposed to be getting three or four more in the upcoming months, which is good, so we should be okay by the time summer comes around. I hope.

[livejournal.com profile] curtana, [livejournal.com profile] forthright and Arthur are in town this week, and I hung out yesterday afternoon with [livejournal.com profile] curtana and Arthur in their hotel room, along with [livejournal.com profile] miseri, [livejournal.com profile] moonandtree and [livejournal.com profile] sorceror. We watched a horrific movie called Ator (or something like that) which was some incomprehensible story about a barbarian with crimped blond hair and a receding hairline and an evil-but-lonely overlord with warts trying to force the barbarian's girlfriend to marry him. It was weird.

We went out to dinner to Dundee's (death by food... oog.), after which [livejournal.com profile] curtana and I made a quick detour to [livejournal.com profile] mellybean71's birthday, which was lots of fun, if brief.

My evening ended all too soon, as I had to go home and go to bed so that I could come to work this morning. I am going to see them again tonight, though, so bonus!

Okay. I hear the radio. Time to go back to work.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Flap!)
I'm 30 today! Go me!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Goat)
Capricornucopia is around the corner. I think I still have some outstanding invitations to send for that. Oops.

I am considering getting myself a massage-type-thing as a present to myself. I've heard good things about Ovarium, plus they have this neat sensory-deprivation bath thing which sounds really lovely and relaxing. Not sure about this yet, but we'll see.

I'm also thinking about doing something extra for my birthday this year, because it's a Big Number. Maybe I'll do a Hurley's Night. Not sure. I'm open to suggestions. :)

Fishies...

Mar. 4th, 2008 06:58 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dreaming (Ratatouille))
It's my mother's birthday today. She's a pisces, hence the fishy title. I called her up and sang her happy birthday, which was a hit.

Spent most of today sleeping, not surprisingly. Today is the go-live date for CIIDS, and everyone at work is freaking out but good. It'll be interesting to see how it works out tonight. There's a whole lot that can and likely will go wrong, but I'm still excited about how it's all going to work out.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (That went well)
Many thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! It was very nice of you to do so. I think the collective happy-wishing mojo had its effect, because I had a really really nice birthday.

It started out at [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti's place, where I stayed the night after her End of Holidays Lament Potluck. I slept until about 9am in a very comfy guest bed, and woke up to her parents wishing me a happy birthday and making me pancakes.

We went clothes shopping, because I was in dire need of suitable tops to wear to work, and I apparently won at clothes shopping, because not only did Penningtons have a 70% sale, but I also got an extra 10% discount because it was my birthday. It rocked.

We had lunch at Casa Grecque, where [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti treated me to calamari, and then we bopped around various stores for another couple of hours before she very kindly drove me home on her way to a party. I also bought a cat toy that hangs off doorknobs for the cats, and so far it's been a hit. I am quite pleased with the day's purchases, all told.

I had dinner with the parental units, which included oysters (yay!) and a very nice Alsatian Riesling. It was delicious, and I had had so much food that day already that I couldn't finish it and passed entirely on dessert.

I got to bed at a relatively decent hour, and just awoke about fifteen minutes ago. This morning's plans include groceries, a bit of tidying, and perhaps a bit of writing. Then this afternoon I am off to see [livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and his lovely girlfriend. I am anticipating another good day.

Life rocks.

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