Wow.  Two years.  It doesn't seem that long ago, in some ways.  In others, it's a lifetime.

Ah well.

Current fandoms:
Supernatural (of course - the original and the best!)
Teen Wolf (currently just started watching Season 2)
Sherlock
NCIS
Bones
Grimm
And sort-of-Arrow, in that The Other Half is watching it and I'm sort of being dragged along for the ride.

Oh, and I have tickets to Asylum in May, which I may be slightly excited about.  Just a bit.

Bloody vet.  Our usual vet wasn't there so we saw a different one; she doesn't listen, and she can't handle cats.

I told her Bailey won't take tablets.  I told her Jane our usual vet uses the plastic tablet-giving-thingy.  She said "I don't like that" and proceeded to try to give him the tablet with her fingers.  She nearly lost her fingers.  He's sitting there puffed up and hissing and giving her the Devil Glare, so instead of letting him settle down, she puts the tablet in the plastic thing and fucking tries again.  Like he's not stressed enough.  He was SNARLING and attacking her.  So she says she'll just do the examination first and tries to look in his eyes etc and you can see he wants to KILL THE VET.  His ears were flat to his head and he was just pissed as hell.  And then she tried to look in his mouth and she was surprised when he tried to bite her.  No shit, sherlock.

So I said, why don't you hold him and I try?  Because, you know, I have actually managed to give him tablets before.  No, she says, and she gets the vet nurse in to hold him.  He nearly had her fingers AND the nurse's fingers; the nurse was Not Impressed and gave the vet the Evil Eye of Doom before leaving.

Vet decided to give the worming drops on the back of his neck instead.

Smart move, vet.  The only fucking smart move you did through the whole exam.

...your daughter slaps a sticker on your forehead when you're waving her off to school, and an hour later you look in the mirror and wonder what the hell the square blue thing on your face is.

The sun is shining, it is a glorious May day, and I only have to work for one more week!  You know when you have that incredible lightness-of-being feeling?

That.  Just that.

I am taking my daughter out to a gorgeous National Trust house with a huge woodland walk, there may be some highly-frowned-upon paddling in the little stream, and I'm sure there will be an enormous unhealthy ice cream at some point. 

I have decided my self-imposed hiatus from all fannish and lj-based activities can be relaxed a bit, as it's been over a year since I pulled an all-nighter reading a fic that I just could not put down.  It has been a hell of a year, family-and-friends-wise, both good and bad but mainly bad.  But things are now back on track and apart from the usual too-many-bills-not-enough-money, everything is looking up.

And to celebrate being 'back', I have to rec Dies Irae by AlchemyAlice. This is the way the Apocalypse should have been. 

Took my daughter to my parents holiday home, we all had a fabulous time with far too much food and fun.  My husband even got to spend the last few days with us - almost the first time I've seen him in five weeks as he's been off working around the country (and staying in 5 star hotels but lets not go there, not jealous at all, nuh-huh...)

Anyway, we all came home on Thursday and planned to have a good friend (almost a sister; her mum died several years ago and she's my mum's 'second daughter') over to stay for the weekend along with her daughter, finishing with a huge family meal hosted by yours truly tomorrow.

Friend turned up last night with Big News.  She is filing for divorce. 

I can't say it's totally unexpected; her husband is a workaholic, hardly ever at home, and has worked abroad for the past 18 months - by choice.  He had an affair 3 years ago with my friend's Best Friend.  Well, ex-BF now of course.  He has now informed her that when he comes home next month, he will be staying for 3 years then is leaving to go back to America and wants her to give up her job, wants their daughter to leave her school (then aged 17), wants to sell their house, and all to drop everything and go there to be with him.  She has told him where to stick his nice idea.

After much wine and many tears, her and her daughter are both tucked up in bed in our house and I'm just - sick to my stomach.  I saw it coming, but it still feels like I've been kicked.  And tomorrow is our big family dinner.  Woo hoo. That will be just so cheery.  We still have to break the news to my parents.

I haven't had nearly enough Scotch yet to begin processing this.  There is half a bottle calling my name right now.

Huh.  With all the family stuff going on, I simply don't have the time to get online as much as I'd like.  And when I do, my computer is Not Working.  It's a beat-up old laptop, connects to the internet when it feels like it, freezes up in the middle of important things (like updating Facebook and reading porn important e-mails) and now the left-hand keys are sticking so Q A and Z need to be hit twice before they'll work.  Makes typing very, very interesting.

I'm going to give up for a bit.  I'm looking at a pretty shiny new laptop and I will buy it as soon as I can divert enough money from the household grocery budget afford it by saving diligently.  Until then, I'm only breaking out the laptop for banking and email.  It's too much hassle.

It's half term, and I was planning on lots of nice things, taking my daughter out for lovely trips and the buying of shiny!pretties and maybe the seeing of the seals again because they are Of The Cute.  AND it was my dad's birthday last week and we had planned a lovely meal at his favourite restaurant.

All plans are buggered.  Cancelled or postponed.  Because ( my uncle is in hospital and I don't have a car for half-term week )

I need to find something fun to do.

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"The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" by Roberta Flack.  Oh. My. GOD.  Sloooooowly now - "..aaaaand laaast til the end of tiiiiime, my looooove". 

My dad loved it and played it in the car when I was a kid.  No wonder I had motion sickness.  It's been re-recorded a bunch of times and they are all better than the original, but still whenever I hear it, I still hear in my head - "your face, Yoooouuuur faaaaace, YOOOOOOOOUUUUUR  FAAAAAAAAAAACE"

I'd listen to it all day for - oh I don't know, how much do I owe on my credit card?  $700 or thereabouts.

OK so I'm fickle.  Yeah.

In your face.

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Oh my poor cats...   I've always bought Hartz flea spot-on; our local store hasn't had any for ages so I bought Bob Martins back in October.  My old boy Toffee (he's 15) started scratching about mid-November; he had some sore spots, I asked at the vets and they said if it wasn't fleas (I checked him: there was no sign of fleas at all) then it was probably a food allergy.  I changed his food, got all worried, kept checking him, gave him more Bob Martins just before Christmas - and lo and behold, found flea signs last week!  AND he has a bald spot where the Bob Martins was put on.  I had to wait til now to treat for the fleas as I had just dosed him with the spot-on, so today he's had a dose of flea meds, plus a flea collar, plus all his favourite spots have now been sprayed with flea treatment, AND my other cat Bailey has had a flea tablet which he was NOT IMPRESSED WITH (especially as I sat on his tail as I was holding him down).  

So I have one cat with itchy sore spots and a bald spot on his shoulders; and another cat who isn't speaking to me, and my house smells of flea spray which is not really nasty but... it's definitely a 'smell'.

Bob Martins.  Flea-friendly, apparently.