dextra: (It's funny and I'm mean)
-Coffee is good.
-Skin is ouch.
-Mom taking me and Tony out for Mexican last night was great.
-Mom having kidney stones is ouch for her, but at least her sleepy vicodin rambles are funny.
-Tony starting work today is good.
-Me having to chauffeur everyone in the house for the next couple of days is only a minor suck.
-Having little kids around is fun for the most part.
-Waking up to Lando yelling because he's created a body bridge between the computer chair and desk is heart attack inducing (he's 18 months old).
-Aiden insisted on Beth buying him a baby doll yesterday. He named it Steve.
-Finding my brother asleep on the living room floor was slightly disturbing.
-Finding out he did it because Ray (Beth's cat) brought him a dead mouse in the middle of the night was seemingly a good reason for it.
-Finding out that the dead mouse was actually a catnip-stuffed toy I'd bought for Zoe was enough to make me nearly piss myself laughing. He brought it to me wrapped in a paper towel to show me Ray's "kill".

Randomness

May. 9th, 2009 12:01 pm
dextra: (Dr. Horrible - Wow sarcasm)
I have discovered that I'm probably allergic to Band-Aids. One more thing to add to the list of stuff that makes me sneeze, swell, break out and/or explode. I put one on a little scrape last night and it gave me a rash.

My sister didn't want to say the word "jail" in front of her kids, so she said "I have to go talk to Brady at the J-I-L-E."

Me: The what?

Beth: The J-A-L-E.

Me: Seriously?

Beth: You know what I mean.

Me: *laughing* I want you to start spelling everything you say from now on.
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Fannie Mae Davis Goodpaster

December 10, 1912 - March 21, 2009

My great-grandmother passed away this morning.

Oh hai!

Mar. 14th, 2009 03:11 pm
dextra: (HP - Hay gurl hay!)
Yes, it's official, I'm back. :) The bad news is, I no longer have Serenity, my laptop. So I'm either going to be posting via my PS3's browser with a USB keyboard (which I prefer, because who doesn't want to have a 40” monitor?) or from my mom's laptop.

Mom picked up an Asus Eee PC for like 200 bucks, and I have to admit, it's not too shabby. I never have been a Linux fan, but I'm getting used to it. It has fuck all for storage capacity, but that's ok. I managed to resurrect my external hard drive, and all its contents. Turns out it wasn't bricked after all, just Serenity decided she didn't want to fool with it anymore. She always was a snob when it came to peripherals. Oh well. It's a 500 GB drive, so this tiny little laptop will do just fine with that added to it. And I do mean tiny. I could hollow out my hardcover copy of Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix and hide it in there.

Wherein I update you on the last five or six months of my life )

My weekend

Aug. 18th, 2008 10:50 am
dextra: (SIP - Smoke and Mirrors)
I got my first strip for Nipple Soup drawn over the weekend. It's twice as big as what a normal strip is going to be, because...well, just because. I'm not going to have a certain format that I'm going to adhere to, but for the most part, I'll probably stick to six panels. The one I drew over the weekend has twelve. I'm not too crazy about the artwork I did on it. But I'm still trying to adapt to drawing in a more simplistic style. I'm used to being a lot more detailed.

More comic blathering... )

Oh, remember how I said my keys disappeared on me last week? I found them over the weekend. The cats had them, and apparently have a hiding place behind the fridge where they were keeping them. I heard something in the kitchen Friday night, and went to investigate. I found Blue and Cheese under the kitchen table (which is next to the fridge), with my keys, batting them around. I'm really baffled as to how they got them in there. I guess they just picked them up and carried them in their mouths, because you have to step up into the kitchen from the living room. Last place I saw my keys was on the coffee table. Weird. But at least I know where they are now. After I had all my keys replaced. *facepalm*

I went with my mom and grandmother to visit my great-grandmother yesterday. That was depressing. She's 95 years old now, and she's really gone downhill in the last five years. Five years ago, she was still living on her own and doing just fine. Now she doesn't know where she's at or who anyone is. She barely talks. She's getting to the point now that she can barely feed herself. My aunt Lucy (my grandmother's sister) has been taking care of her the last couple of years, since she started to show a major decline in her mental capabilities. But now it's getting to be more than she and her daughter can handle by themselves, so a hospice nurse is going to be coming by regularly to help out.

Life and death... )
dextra: (Justice League Internet)
I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed that I almost had sex with one of my friends in Louisiana. Almost. At the very last second, we both decided that it wasn't a good idea and we should stop. Well, it was more his idea than mine, but I agreed. Jesus, even in my dreams I can't get laid properly. :p

For some reason, my keys have vanished. They have to be somewhere in the house or in the yard because I came home Friday and didn't go back out until last night, when I discovered that they weren't in any of the usual places. Mom and I tore the house apart looking, but still they were gone. So far I have six suspects: two cats, two daughters and two nephews. The cats could probably only knock them off a table. The girls would just bring them to me if they found them. Landen isn't very mobile, since he's just learning to crawl, but Aiden...he's my number one person of interest in this case. That little bugger was everywhere and getting into everything. Knowing my luck the little shit probably buried them in the cats' litter box.

ACK. A mosquito got in here and got me four times before I managed to kill it. A mosquito bite on your pinky suuuucks.

Uh. Ok, weird thing that happened at work today was this conversation with a police officer and a woman outside (who are still there):

Woman: Hey, aren't you Christy's uncle?
Man: Yeah, I am. You look kinda familiar...
Woman: I was the one that tried to give you a goat!

Okie dokie then! *laughs*
dextra: (Smallville - Daily Planet)
My Aunt Teresa and her husband Rick (I've never been able to call him "Uncle" - he's only 10 years older than me) are photographers. I've known this for years. I didn't know they were so damn good, though. I was showing them pictures from the movie set on July 4th, and Rick was telling me he liked some of the photos. He gave me one of their cards, which were very nice, and said that if I did want to get into acting, they'd do some head shots for me for free (since I'm family and all). I stuck it in my wallet and forgot about it.

So I was rearranging stuff in my wallet last night and found the card again. I noticed they have a website, so I went to look. Wow. I'm impressed. They do great work, and the website is slick as satin.

Go look at my aunt's pretty site! :p

I was also a little envious, just because, well, I do that. But then, when I think about it, Teresa's always been really into photography. I remember when I was really little she used to take all these pictures of everything with this camera with a huge fucking lens. And then she got married, had a couple of kids, and that was it. Then she and her first husband divorced, and a few years later, she married Rick. I like Rick, but he's a bit odd. Not in a bad way, just odd in a different way than me. Next thing you know, they're starting to do weddings and such. And Teresa basically went from having a hobby back in the late 70's/early 80's, to nothing for ten years or so, to starting a fairly successful photography studio.

To top all that off, they both have worked as production management at Toyota for over 20 years, and Teresa was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a few years ago. But she doesn't let it bother her. She knew she was sick for over a year before she even told anyone other than Rick, and that was just because her "bad day" symptoms were getting to be more than she could handle. So that's pretty badass.

Now what I can't understand is how she and my mother came from the same woman, and yet are so vastly different. Weird.
dextra: (Talk geeky to me)
I have a job now. Another purchasing gig, and I like it so far. I'm having to learn a little Japanese, because the management and a good portion of my coworkers are themselves. So there's a little bit o' sunshine.

The kids stayed over last night, but I wish I'd have gotten to see them sooner or got to keep them longer. Due to being unable to afford gas to get to Morehead, I hadn't seen them in about three weeks.

I think my mother is losing her fucking mind. Can stomach cancer affect the brain? I'm starting to believe it. She's acting like a friggin' teenager, and not in the fun, frivolous way. More like the reckless and irresponsible way, and I don't like it.

Anyway, I'll make a voice post later tonight that's a little more detailed. I should at least be pretending to work, but everyone's in a meeting but me and I ran out of things to do. :p
dextra: (Sinfest - Glory that is US)
That's the sound I made when I got up this morning because my back hates me. I've gotten almost everything moved over to Mom's. I'm at the old place in Morehead right now. I brought the laptop since I can still mooch some wifi here. :p Not so at Mom's. Which means I'll be MIA from the internets for a while. Which is going to make me fucking batty for a while. I'll still be able to check my email from my phone, but if I reply, it'll be brief. I text message like a mofo, but sometimes I'll just get tired of staring at a little screen and just call you. :p

So if you don't have my number and would wish to harrass me (which is totally welcomed), my number is 606-356-4549. I'm sure most of you had it anyway, but just to be sure.

So I've been tired and sore and a little annoyed. I got up this morning and decided to make a cup of coffee, and couldn't for the life of me figure out why the coffee pot wasn't working. Took me and Mom 15 minutes to realize the power was out. *facepalm* Her shitty friend Ginger had the electricity cut off without telling us she was doing it or when. I mean, it was going to happen eventually, but a little warning would have been nice. So Mom went to go get that fixed. She called me when I was on my way here, and said that when she called, the power company told her that they might not be able to get it on until Monday. WHUT. I told her to go to the office and demand that it get fixed to-fucking-day. And to also tell them that she has a large, mentally unstable, easily annoyed daughter that will kill them with a rusty spoon if they don't. I am NOT sitting in the fucking dark for two days because someone else neglected to tell us about this. And I just saw Ginger yesterday. She didn't say a thing about it.

*sigh* Anyway. Other than that, I've got a weekend's worth of cleaning and unpacking to look forward to. And then Monday it's back to the job hunting. S'funny, I got a call from AT&T a few minutes ago. I almost didn't answer it because I was afraid they were going to ask me when I'm going to pay my bill. That's doubly funny since they're sending me that check. But anyway, I had applied for a position at one of their call centers a while back, and they were calling to ask me if I wanted to come to a presentation about that. I went ahead and scheduled it, but it's not until the 12th, and it's all the way in Grayson. I'll go if I don't find something before then, but damn. If I were still here in Morehead that wouldn't be so bad, but now that I'm further away from there, that blows.

My mother's friends are weird. *laughs* Well, a different kind of weird than me, anyway. Her friend Kelly called last night and kept trying to hit on me. My mom is such a dyke hag. She talks to Kelly or Mary (Kelly's wife) all the time. And Kelly and I were pretending to flirt with each other just to skeeve Mom out. It was funny. :p She's fun, but not my type. And I don't like to talk about other people's weight, but that chick is close to 500 pounds. That's not even an exaggeration. I know people that would love to have death by pussy, but I'd bet they'd think twice if that's the way it was going to happen.

Thank god Tony called so I could have an excuse to get away from their weird. :p I think it freaked him out a little with the way I yelled at Mom. She asked who I was talking to, because she was being a smartass and nosy. I just yelled back "It's none of your goddamn business!" He was like "Who were you talking to?" I said "Oh, just a couple of lesbians. And my mom." Thankfully he doesn't scare easily. *laughs*

We talked for a while last night and came to the conclusion and realization that we're falling for each other. I mean, we do get a little on the romantic side too, but we both have that same kind of dry, acerbic, humorous way of approaching the subject of our feelings for one another. But at the same time there's a little bit of junior high mentality too. Like he'll say something like "Y'know, I think you're really really pretty and sweet, and I just want to hold you sometimes." And then he'll follow it up a beat or two later with "Shut up", like I'm going to laugh at him for saying it. That little bit of insecurity is endearing to me. Confidence is good, too, and he does have it, but he's not so arrogant that he assumes he's the shiznit.

And damn, anyone that can keep up with me texting Bloodhound Gang lyrics back and forth is a fucking keeper. My text messages on my phone are hilarious, because the lyrics to "Fire Water Burn" are all right there, you can read them straight through. :p
dextra: (Keep Music Evil)
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I'm going way back for this, since I've already had recent reasons to praise Mom. She has done a lot for me in the last ten years or so. But my favorite memories are from when I was very little, before she went to join the Army.

She used to sing to my brother and I a lot. She's where I get my intense love of art and music. I just remember that she had that "mommy voice" that could soothe me to sleep. But I still remember all the songs she sang to us. A lot of James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, Janis Joplin, Three Dog Night, and other 70's folky stuff.

And she had a hell of a record collection. In fact, she still has her spindle of 45's, which I listened to obsessively as a child because I'd gotten one of those Fisher Price record players for my 5th birthday. She had a good mix of stuff in there. I got my first taste of Aerosmith and Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeppelin that way. But being five years old, my favorite was The Jackson Five. :p

I didn't listen to any current music until I was about ten or so. I didn't see the point since I knew what I liked. And then on Christmas Day 1987, She got me a shelf stereo with a better turntable, and a cassette player. And I'm not sure if she knew anything about them when she bought them, but my first LP was George Michael's Faith, and my first cassette was Guns N' Roses Appetite For Destruction. And she wonders why I got all angry and gay later. *laughs*

So yeah, my favorite memories of Mom almost always involve music in some way. Mom is very talented, but she never uses her abilities. She can play guitar, and she can make you cry with a violin. She hasn't had one in forever, though. I think, if I can afford to, I'm going to try to get her one for Christmas this year. Even if it's just a cheap one, because she deserves it.
dextra: (Elvis Sparta)
I checked my MySpace page earlier, and that shit is covered in gore! Between Twitch (my friend Chris from Louisiana) and my brother (coincidentally also named Chris - he's trying to ditch the "Goober" now), I've seen enough blood and guts to last me a few months. *laughs*

Cut for rather gory movie makeup picture of my brother. )

I've got a couple of other drawings started that were in my head. One I started after watching 300 again the other night, and another of Zatanna (hit up Wiki if you don't know who that is). I'll post what I've got on those later tonight.

Right now I have to try to figure out how to fix the "+=" key on my laptop, since the kids somehow managed to knock it off. *grumble* They were smart and decided to play outside for a while. Right now they're in the back of the Jeep with the hatch lifted, watching for the salamanders to dart in and out of the flower beds.
dextra: (Invisible BJ)
Anway...I now have a tiny little BALD PATCH on the back of my head. Thankfully no one else will be able to tell but me. But I KNOW. And that's bad enough.

I stopped by and saw my mom on the way back home. She looked pretty miserable. Of course, she'd just woken up, and she's worse than I am about that sort of thing. For the record, it's generally not safe to even gaze in my direction until I've got a cup of something caffienated in my hand.

She has an appointment next Thursday to...do something. She didn't know what it was called. All she knows is that they're gonna shove a tube down her throat and take some tissue samples for biopsy. I'm hoping for the best. It's really all I can do.

Think I'm gonna go drag that table out to the back porch and start painting while I've still got some daylight left.
dextra: (Elmo's a mean drunk)
My little brother, the everweird Goober, has managed to land himself a part in a movie. He's been acting in community theater for years. He is a pretty decent actor. He's just a bit of a spaz. Anyway, he posted this bulletin on MySpace today, and I thought I would post it here.

If you would like to be an extra in a movie, help work on a set, or maybe even get a small speaking role, then let me know. I'm getting my first role in a movie, called Hellaphone, and I went to a production meeting today. They said they still need extras and people to work on the set, and I think there was a small chance they may need a couple more people for speaking roles. If you think this will be something fun to help with, let me know and I'll give you the info on who to contact and all that, but try to hurry because even though they probably wont start shooting for a few more weeks, they are filling these positions now!

Hellaphone.

HELLAPHONE YOU GUYS. SRSLY.

That's right up there with Deathbed: The Bed That Eats People. Which is a real movie. It's on IMDB, I checked. Patton Oswalt will not lie to us. Oh man, Drew, you must email him and tell him of the Hellaphone. He'll shit his pants.

But yeah. That just amused the hell out of me. So if anyone knows anyone in the vicinity of Lexington, KY that would be interested in such a thing, let them know. Hell, I'm tempted to go grab a part as an extra just so I can say that I was in the masterpiece known as Hellaphone.

FUCK. Now I have that damned "Hella Good" song by No Doubt stuck in my head.

You know I got a Hellaphone
And it just won't stop stabbin'
I use it like I should
But it's gonna keep on stabbin'

*stab stab stab stab stabba stab stab stab stab stab*

OH GOD NO WAIT.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring......THE HELLAPHONE!
(or switch out the ringing with more stabbing or screaming or something)
dextra: (Firefly - Twixt my nethers)
I've just been either busy or distracted. So here's a list to save my sanity:

1. My mother called me yesterday upset because she'd been sick, and when she went to the doctor, found out she has diabetes. I'm not too surprised, because her father had it. But yay. One more disease to put on the list of possible things that will kill me. Apparently she's got a pretty bad case, since the doc wants to try her on pills before going straight to insulin, but told Mom that the insulin is looking like the only way to go.

2. I'm going job hunting on Monday, since the roads are clear again. And I don't have relatives all over my house.

3. I've been trying to help Chris out with the store. I've been getting convention materials together, and making signs and whatnot. I like doing it, and since it directly affects the welfare of my children, well, how can I not help out. Plus, hey, comics.

4. Also, the weekend before my birthday (April 26th or 27th) I've been shanghaied into attending Botcon, which is a Transformers convention. I know people going, and it's good for business, so I'm getting the store registered for that. And since it's in Cincinatti, I'm hitting the LUSH store while I'm there. *GLARINGLY OBVIOUS HINT, LEENIE*

5. I bought the children a robotic panda. The longer the day goes on, the more I am regretting this decision.

6. I have a ginormous pile of boxes in the kitchen that still need to be broken down and put out with the garbage. I'll get around to it. Eventually.

7. I bought a power screwdriver and a bit for dealing with stripped screws, because I am intelligent. And because half my bed is still in the living room.

8. I got a little irritated at a friend for showing up unannounced at Chris and Sara's house because he was looking for me. One, that's not cool. Two, it was Valentine's Day. I had bought alcohol for us all and they were going to have pity on me and drink with me. Instead, Adam shows up with his girlfriend's brother (who none of us had ever met) and just hangs out there. So I finished my drink and had them follow me to my place. I didn't mind hanging out with them, but a phone call would have been nice. Plus, the whole showing up at Chris' house was not cool because there was apparently a problem with Adam hitting on people when their significant others were not around. So...that wasn't good. And I felt like an asshole because I told Adam to come hang out "sometime". I didn't mean THAT NIGHT.

9. I'm going to dismantle that goddamn panda while the kids are asleep tonight. I can feel the urge rising.

10. Or, alternately, I just really need to get laid.
dextra: (Jesus Christ on a pogo stick)
So now the only people that haven't been informed of my impending departure is the bosses. That's because I'm waiting for Benny to come back from his vacation before I spring that on them. I think he comes back on Monday, so that will give me about 3 weeks from then.

Blah blah, babble babble )

PEEKCHURS!

Dec. 31st, 2007 10:39 am
dextra: (Squee - teh freakiness)
Clicky for biggerness:


Jackie and me.

All this and cat macros too! )
dextra: (Ugly Hat)
I finally made it home yesterday. Pardon my emo post from a few days ago. I'm over that now. I appreciate the text messages though. I feel a little embarrassed about it now. Oh well.

Anyway, I had a pretty good time while I was there. Spent as much time with the munchkins as I could. One extra little thing I did for them just for fun was I got a whirlpool room at the Fairfield Inn. I don't think they've ever been that clean in their lives. I think they took like 8 baths in 3 days. :p

I got to see my new nephew, Landen (I still hate that name). He kind of looks like a tiny, angry old man. Most babies do when they're a week old, so I can't really judge his cuteness yet. Aiden was still adorable, but I didn't get to spend a lot of time with him. He's crawling now, and making out one-syllable words. I worry about that boy, because he just turned a year old on Saturday, and he's really just not developing very fast. I know he's a preemie, but still.

Good times... )
dextra: (Firefly - See Jayne)
Urgh. So...groggy. I overslept this morning and it's thrown me way off my game. All I really want to do is go home and curl back up in bed.

My sister could be having her baby any minute now. She's been having contractions on and off for a week now, but nothing regular enough to constitute actual labor. If she's showing progress on Thursday, they might admit her and induce labor then, but if not, then the 20th. Definitely by then, because her doctor's going to be on vacation after then, and she really wants him to be the one to deliver. So either way, I'll have a new nephew by the time I get up there. Which is cool with me, because that'll give me an excuse to steal Aiden from her for a while.

I got a pretty little package from Avy last night, and I lurves it. :D And she got her card from me, so you guys should all be getting cards any time now as well. I've got some presents for a few people that will be going out this weekend, seperate from the cards. I'm just waiting on one last package to arrive, and then I'll be good to go.

Also, I had to put a post-it note sign on my computer at home that says "Put down the credit card and step away from the computer". That would be because I get stoned and then make retarded purchases. Oh, I'm sure that particular item will come in handy later, but had I been sober I'd have thought twice about it.
dextra: (LJ - Bored at work)
My sleep got seriously screwed up over the weekend. I stayed up all night on Friday for no reason. I just kept finding things I needed to do. Of course, I bailed on work at 2 because of my head, so I went home and did all my usual remedies, which involves a lot of caffiene, so...there you go. I was up until 2 am this morning because I just hadn't realized what time it was. Whoops.

I've got my Christmas shopping about 95% done. There's a couple of minor things I need to pick up in the next week or so, but that's about it. And if I can find or think of something else for the kids, that would be good too. I overdid on their birthday, so finding things I know they want is getting a little difficult. They've each got a Barbie, a Cabbage Patch kid and an oversized Care Bear. Joey's got a Wii Zapper and a set of some Judy Blume paperbacks. Jackie's got the first season of the Muppet Show, and I need to get her something else for sure to make it even. And maybe one more big thing that they can share. I dunno if they have a dvd player in their room or not. Or maybe a PS2, since they have games for it. I dunno.

Today is my great-grandmother's birthday. She's 95 now. She's not doing very well. The Alzheimer's has pretty much taken over and left her very reliant on others. She lived by herself up until a year or so ago, but now she lives with my great aunt Lucy and her husband Albert.

Man, just two weeks until Christmas. I can't wait, so of course, this means the next two weeks are going to fucking DRAG. There's a couple of parties this weekend, though I don't know if I'm going to go to the one for Pelican (our sister engineering firm) or not. It's semi-formal, and I'm not feeling much up to dressing up just to get drunk. I can do that at home in my sweats and be comfy. Ashley's having a party at her place on Sunday, and we're going to exchange gifts there. Everyone just buys a gift and we draw names to see who's we got. Pretty sweet idea.

Yeah, I think instead of going to that party I'm going to get my hair cut instead. I'm getting pretty shaggy. I mean, this cut will grow out well when I want to, but I don't want to right now. If I don't have a hat or a headband on, my bangs are trying to get in my mouth. So it's time for a trim.

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