Early Birthday Happiness

I had a great weekend this weekend. My fiance did not get called into work so I got to spend the whole weekend with him. Saturday, we went out with "the guys". We went to the Game Room in Toledo, which is big comic book/gaming store. We then hung at Franklin Park Mall. We then went to Best Buy at my fiance's suggestion. And he got me my birthday present early--a Canon PowerShot S5IS!!!

So I've been taking pictures all weekend. And better yet, we went to the zoo with my sister and some friends on Sunday. So I have some cool zoo pix too!

Dork, Nerd, or Geek?

Your result for The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test...

Modern, Cool Nerd

74 % Nerd, 70% Geek, 35% Dork

For The Record:



A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.

A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.

A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.



You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd.



Nerds didn't use to be cool, but in the 90's that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn't quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and "geek is chic." The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)!



Congratulations!




Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in any of the following:



Buffy the Vampire Slayer




Professional Wrestling






Love & Sexuality




America/Politics




Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

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Your result for The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test...

The Lady

You scored 26% Cardinal, 36% Monk, 65% Lady, and 43% Knight!

Chaste and pure, you are a good person. You try to help others and do your duty to your family. However, this duty involves you being sold off to a local noble house in order to cement relations between your families. But you know it's for a greater good, and besides you will retain all the comforts and glamour of your position regardless of if you're your father's or you husband's property.

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Not Bad Things....

Not everything has been horrible lately. I have lots of time to work on things like keeping the house clean, and my two favorite projects Dusk of Innocence and The Enchanted Cottage. My daughter started swimming lessons and seems to like them.

We took her to see Kung-Fu Panda over the weekend. Cute kids movie, nothing extordinary but not bad. Oh, and we got a Wii! I love Boom Blox and Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess right now.

So, things don't seem so bad right now (fingers crossed, knock on wood).

My sister's cat.

Taken from her site again.

An update, because in real life there are no such things as miracles.I went
up to the vets on Friday all excited at the chance of bringing home my cat. We
got there and they were super busy with other pet emergencies. Since I've been
up there almost everyday for a week, I just let myself into the back. They all
know me at this point so it wasn't a big deal. I took Diz out of his ICU unit
and sat down on the floor with him waiting for them to get to us. They still had
to give him some fluids and shots and take out his IV. We were probably there
over an hour before everything got taken care of. Like I said, they were busy
with lots of emergencies. The doctor knocked some money off the bill for me and
everything ended up being just under a grand. Still exspensive but way better
than what we were all expecting. She also gave me her cell number in case
anything happened. She told me to call if there was a problem or I had a
question and it didn't matter what time of day. Seriously one of the best vets
I've ever dealt with. Then I wrapped up Diz in a blanket and we headed for
home.When we got home, I set him down on the floor and he knew he was home. He
tried his best to walk, but without the use of his back legs he didn't get far.
He did drag himself for a couple of steps. I made him a bed in a big cardboard
box and set it by the bay windows in my room. I tried to make him as comfortable
as possible. I massaged his back legs like I was instructed. I tried to give him
some water. I stayed with him as long as I could before sleep set in.Saturday
morning, I woke up and checked in on him. He was crying a bit and I realized
that he had wet his towels. I took him out and cleaned his box up. I massaged
his legs again. I gave him some water again. I made sure he was doing okay and
then left to run some errands in town. When I got home, I went to check on him.
Something wasn't right. It was like he was having spasms and his breathing was
weird. I called my mom. She came and checked his heart with her stethoscope. She
said his lungs were filling with fluids again. I called the vet. His eyes began
to glaze. I was told there was nothing I could do. Just before noon as I sat in
the streaming sunlight in the living room, my cat died in my arms. I somehow
ended up back in my room, holding my dead cat and just crying. Eventually my mom
came in with a box. My dad was digging a hole next to where our family dog was
buried. Our dog died back in April. We got him at the same time as the cat.I
don't know what to say anymore. With all I've lost in the past two years, you'd
think this would get easier. Nothing is easy.

My Sister's Animal Woe's (more Bad Things)

The following is from my sister's web comic, 21deadmonkeys. I went with Hoss to take Cheese to the vet but wasn't there for the rest. I feel really bad and wish I could help her out more. I have a little surprised for her but it's really not going to be enough.

Oh, how cruel life can be.I've noticed that my dog, Cheese, has had a limp
for a little over a week now. So on Tuesday, I had Hossome take him in to see
the vet. Turns out Cheesy has a fucked up knee and is going to need surgery.
Surgery is going to cost somewhere between $1600 - $1800. The x-rays alone were
like $300. This is quite the suck, but I have to take care of my dog and I
somehow have to find a way to make this work.Cut to later in the evening on that
same Tuesday. Me and some friends are about to head out to catch the new Hulk
flick. Before we even get to the car, we see my cat lying underneath one of our
cars. His eyes are glazed over and he's gasping for air. As I pull him out from
under the car, I can hear gurgling in his lungs. We nixed the theater plans and
drove to the vet's office which was already closed. We found another vet nearby
and went there. I walk into this place with tears streaming down my face and
clutching my cat. Right away they realize his breathing is fucked up and they
take him into the back. I don't even know how long we were there. It seemed like
all night. His lungs were full of fluid. His stomach and intestines were full of
air. They told me it was heart failure and he'd be lucky to make it through the
night. On the way home, I got so sick that I actually threw up all over the
floor of Denny's and then went and slept in the car until the guys were ready to
go home. I've been through too much with my cat to see him like this.Well, cut
to Thursday night. After two days of crying and not sleeping, I made the drive
back up to the vet. It had been weighing on me all day that this was the day
that I'd have to put him down. The air was out of his lungs. The fluids had
drained out. He wasn't eating or drinking. He was dehydrated. He'd somehow lost
the use of his back legs though. It was all unexplained. He'd surprised
everybody at the vet's office by living this long. I told them he was a fighter.
They found out the hard way as I saw his paws were taped so that he wouldn't
claw them. Walking into that back room, I was prepared for the worst. I thought
it was over. Then my cat sat up. And he tried to walk. He still didn't have the
use of his back legs, but he tried to walk anyways.So now I'll be going up
Friday to pick him up. They said it's possible that within a week or two he
might actually walk again. I'm not overly optimistic on that front. Still, I'm
bringing him home. I figure if he's going to fight for his life, then I'm going
to fight with him. I still haven't figured out how I'm going to pay his vet
bills (they're huge). And what's more, since I did all of this for my cat, I
don't know what I'm going to do about Cheese. Talking it over with people, it
looks like I won't be quitting the factory at the end of July like I thought I
would be. It kills me to say that too. You guys have no idea how bad I want out
of there. Just last week I basically told my boss off and that I'd be quitting
in August. Now I'm stuck there a bit longer. I have to get out soon though. I
don't want to be a lifer. I guess I can't complain too much. I'm getting my cat
for a little bit longer. Here's to miraclces. off the train,

Bad things...

I've had a bit of misfortune this week. My air conditioner is broke. Well, its not so much broke as the venting underneath the house has come loose in a few places and there's no pressure. Which wouldn't be such a big deal to fix, if it weren't for the fact that the crawl space under my house keeps flooding every time it rains. And it has rained (or more aptly stormed) nearly every day.

Luckily, I do live on the lake and there is almost always a nice, cool breeze blowing. So I've kept the windows open, the fans on, and the house is tolerable for most of the day. It's only between noon and 3 that its gotten unbearably hot. Solution--go over to my grandfather's and go swimming! Brilliant idea, only I forgot to put sunscreen on and now have a serious sun burn!

Despite all this, I am enjoying summer for the most part. I've been writing and getting things done for the most part. There are things still to do, but I've got time.

I'll be naming my next child...

...Elvendork (its unisex after all).

If you have no clue what I'm talking about, go here and read the short story by J.K. Rowling.

Go Wings!!!!!

We Got Stanley! We Got Stanley! We Got Stanley!

Web Comic of The Day

I have always hated this stupid ad.

Cleaning...

I know its a total 50's housewife cliche, but by the Goddess, there is nothing like the feeling of a having a clean house. I spent all of yesterday and most of today cleaning the one last bastion of mess in the house--my daughter's room. She helped (and surprisingly of her own free will too). She's happy because she tons of room to play in and I'm happy because its clean.

Admittedly, we have to see how long it stays this way, but I think she finally gets why its important to keep things clean.

Have you ever....

Have you ever looked back and wondered where it all went wrong, then looked around you and wonder how it managed to go all right anyways?

My Personal Blog

Well, I've been playing around with blogger for a bit now and really like it. Mostly, I like the fact that I can have more than one blog all in one account. I've already set up my summer project blog--Life at the Enchanted Cottage and the blog for my novel, Dusk of Innocence. I figured I might as well round it out and add my personal blog here too. I'm just setting things up right now. Once I've got everything set up the way I want it, I'll probably go about "announcing" my new home at all the sites I frequent.

So, yeah, this is my personal blog. It will be where I post the latest news from my own life, my rants and raves, and the occasional random nonsense.