wow, brain, just wow

I had a dream that I was throwing a BBQ party at my grandmother's house but it was no ordinary BBQ all my various friends were there bringing their cultural foods and clothing. The odd thing was while I could find all of P's (math teacher) family I couldn't find her. I kept looking all the while trying to explain Indian food to my grandmother. I could see my Eygptian and Persian friends. My good friend from college S, was there with her husband and son (cultural dress being Rennfair get ups in this case)

Then the dream went weird. It began to rain and I was dragged over to see one of P's relatives who just got his new leg. He showed us the leg but it wasn't a prosthesis, it was a freshly grated leg and you could see the surgical line but no stitches and he was so proud of his leg.

Then I had to help S get her son into the house. The weird thing was, her son was absorbing the rain like a sponge, swelling way up the 'blowing' it out of his skin then running back out into the rain to suck up more water.

then I woke up. Seriously, any scientist who thinks dreams are nothing more than the hippocampus converting short term memories to long term needs to tell me what language THAT was

Upon my last day of being 40

Oddly it didn't even occur to me until late this afternoon that this was my last day to be 40. I wasn't very much bothered by the fact that I'll be 'in my forties' not like I was last year. Turning 40 bothered me a lot, bothered me more when my birthday was so summarily forgotten by everyone, including my mother. It was a blow especially after all the talking I did about it and you know that BIG trip to Vegas.

This year is different. My birthday will be quiet. If I wasn't driving back to Pittsburgh next week I might have driven up to Columbus. Heck I might even be doing the laundry tomorrow, I don't know. Maybe I'll go see the Indy movie. I bought king crab legs and tiramisu for my birthday.

I'm going nowhere this year, not that I often do. I rarely have the moneyor time for a vacation. YEs, I'm off for weeks and I guess that's vacation enough but mostly I'm just doing the same dumb things as I do every day.

I'll leave off cleaning the house tomorrow. I made lots of head way today. That can be my birthday gift to myself. Maybe I'll join that travel group as my birthday gift. Maybe I'll pull out the pictures from my photo albums and scan them in and look at myself over the last few years(or at least the 21st century)

Maybe quiet acceptance is what being in your 40's is all about. That and finding your own paths to joy. Like today, I quit doing everything for two hours and just went outside and sat with my house plants and wind chimes. It was such a beautiful day, windy, occasionally rainy and delightfully cool. I only have two horrid nearly un-sit-uponable plastic chairs that even Roy avoids so like a true redneck, I dragged out my task chair and an ottoman and just sat there and read, feeling the breeze on my face, listening to the Fullmetal Alchemist soundtrack and the wind chimes. It was nice. Roy sat out there too. He was thinking what I was, need more wind chimes.

Just because I'm old, doesn't mean I can't annoy the neighbors.

all sorts of stuff

first off thanks to prncssflutterby for reccing my drabble check it out, lots of other stories there in fandoms I know my Flist loves

next snagged from redbrunja this meme

We all know about as much as we want about the canon characters of our respective fandoms. But what about our own creations? Take any original characters from any of my fanfictions, and ask me three questions about them. But be warned, my answers might well contain fic spoilers.

I have PLENTY, FMA, Buffy/Angel verses, Saiyuki, go nuts. if you want I list I could probably work that up

lastly, my landlord comes back (once more after 8 pm) to fix my toilet. THank you says I, the thing just fell apart after you left a week ago

Oh? I bought the seat the next day. (yeah so why did it take you a week?) He goes in and it looks like it'll fit but he DOESN'T HAVE HIS TOOLS. Thank God I'm tool girl, I swear. How do you come TWICE to do a job and don't bring tools either time?

He gets the toilet seat on (leaves broken on) gets the a/c/heat pump filter changed (leaves the dirty one) and when pressed about the death-waiting-to-happen porch he says 'tomorrow' I swear to god if i go out there to take down my wind chimes there'll be hell to pay if he doesn't come. I refuse to move the plants. I did that last year and he never came.

apropos of nothing, if I get as many eggplants as I have flowers....well let's just say babaganoush!

Fic Update - Sorrow's Dark Array Ch 14

Sorrow’s Dark Array
Author - cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition.
Pairing – Roy/Riza, Ed/Win (eventually) Winry/OC, mentions of Maes/Gracia and Al/OC
Rating – will vary from chapter to chapter, mostly Pg-13 but will eventually contain well marked adult chapters.
Time Line – anime based, spoilers all the way through the anime and the movie and does have strong manga elements such as Armstrong’s older sister and the land of Xing
Summary – As Roy and Riza prepare for their wedding, while dodging assassins, Ed and Al try to find their way back home.
Author’s Note #1– This was written after much prodding by evil_little_dog as a sequel to the source of sorrow and is now her holiday gift even if she has beta’ed part of it. So thanks to her and lyricnonsense for the beta. You do not have to read the first story to understand this. You’ll quickly pick up that Riza has retired from the military to be Roy’s wife and bodyguard. Olivia Armstrong is now president and she’s assigned Roy as the ambassador to Ishbal; oh and that Roy was severely injured in the destruction of the Gate, requiring some of Winry’s automail.
Author's Note #2 - This is a longer work and like real relationships, the ones listed in the pairings, take time to mend and come together. They have to work at it. Hope you enjoy the ride.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

“Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.” – Shakespeare


( What did Ed do? )

chapter fifteen