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Lung for G-Daddy!
Break out the celebratory goods, folks! Tonight, the Cleveland Clinic is giving my G-Daddy a new lung, making him, at 78, the oldest person ever to get a transplant! Let's hear it for old guys who take such good care of themselves that they can qualify! The doctors were in awe of his superb health when he applied.
According to Daddy, they're putting him under at 7 p.m. & starting the op at 8 p.m. (EST). Please cheer him on, minna!
According to Daddy, they're putting him under at 7 p.m. & starting the op at 8 p.m. (EST). Please cheer him on, minna!
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Idea
Okay, I had this conversation on #REO in the wee hours on a possible Transformers Animated fic idea. Problem is, I'm nowhere near good enough a writer to pull it off. I'm looking for a writer willing to try it out. I figure I'll post the entire conversation here & see if I get any bites.
So, any takers?
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In the Spirit
Well, I got my brother to put up the Christmas tree. It's one of those with the big lights already on; I just have to put the bubble lights, garlands, & ornaments on & replace the burnt out bulbs. He took the time to indulge in a little Christmas tradition, & so I have to dodge random army men in the tree; he really outdid himself this year. I have never seen so many of the things in the tree, not to mention tanks, including a huge one. Ever seen a giant tank in a Christmas tree? I'll see if I can remember to post a picture.
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Of Tin Men & Pus-loaded Squirt Guns
We just finished watching Tin Man; it was pretty good. What bugs me, though, is when Azkidalia(sp?) is reunited with her parents after they get the witch out, Mom starts sarcastically commenting on how all they can think about is DG, the little sister who started the whole mess. It struck me as really hypocritical seeing as she & Dad do the exact same thing to me.
I still remember the time my brother fell down the basement stairs; I was immediately blamed & Dad started screaming at me. I still wonder if my brother would have still told them it wasn't my fault if his little friends hadn't been there to give lie to his words if he didn't. I have a bad feeling whenever I think about it.
I think I will ask them if I should change my name to Azkidelia next time they get nasty with me.
I forgot to post about this, but the night of my post about the shrink, we found a really bad injury on the left side of my poor Big Stupid Yellow Cat (BSYC for short) Yuki's face. It seems my brothers stupid cat Freeman used his scythe-like claws & embedded them in my baby's face, as there were four puncture wounds. It was infected really badly, so we plopped him onto the island in the kitchen & Dad & me proceeded to restrain him while Mom drained it. I was coming with a towel to hold him with when Mom got it open &, I kid you not, the damn thing squirted clear across the room. Dad barely ducked in time; it was like someone shot a squirt gun full of pus with a hint of blood. It was gross as hell, but at the same time, pretty damn impressive.
We've had to drain & put peroxide on it several more times since, & it's gotten much better, but it still squirted a little the second time, too. Yuki has complained rather vocally & given us hell each time, but not nearly as much as he could have; he knows we're trying to help, he just doesn't like it. He is the resident Brat-Cat, after all.
I still remember the time my brother fell down the basement stairs; I was immediately blamed & Dad started screaming at me. I still wonder if my brother would have still told them it wasn't my fault if his little friends hadn't been there to give lie to his words if he didn't. I have a bad feeling whenever I think about it.
I think I will ask them if I should change my name to Azkidelia next time they get nasty with me.
I forgot to post about this, but the night of my post about the shrink, we found a really bad injury on the left side of my poor Big Stupid Yellow Cat (BSYC for short) Yuki's face. It seems my brothers stupid cat Freeman used his scythe-like claws & embedded them in my baby's face, as there were four puncture wounds. It was infected really badly, so we plopped him onto the island in the kitchen & Dad & me proceeded to restrain him while Mom drained it. I was coming with a towel to hold him with when Mom got it open &, I kid you not, the damn thing squirted clear across the room. Dad barely ducked in time; it was like someone shot a squirt gun full of pus with a hint of blood. It was gross as hell, but at the same time, pretty damn impressive.
We've had to drain & put peroxide on it several more times since, & it's gotten much better, but it still squirted a little the second time, too. Yuki has complained rather vocally & given us hell each time, but not nearly as much as he could have; he knows we're trying to help, he just doesn't like it. He is the resident Brat-Cat, after all.
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If I die before I wake.....
I just had a bad altercation with my dad. Mom & me were arguing & he came in & decided to get in on the action. I dared to look him in the eyes & not flinch so he grabbed me by the back of my neck & my arm & shoved me face-first into the bed as hard as he could. I got up & told him that what he did was assault, that I was going to take pictures of any bruises that formed, & tried to walk by him with my things but he kept getting in my way & shoving me.
I finally got past him & upstairs, but he kept shouting. He kept saying how he hated living here & that it was all my fault, that I was a worthless bitch who would never amount to anything. I, rather incensed by this time & never one to take being treated badly lying down, pointed out that he'd already told me he wished I hadn't been born. I told him that if he was in a bad mood he should take it out on someone else for once. He kept yelling about how I was the bane of his existence & I told him the truth; that I learned my attitude from him & that I wouldn't quietly go along with being his scapegoat. He said I didn't do anything around the house & that I had no life, I said that I took verbal & physical abuse from him whenever he was in a bad mood & that my life was on the computer. He kept saying how miserable I made him, so I asked him why he didn't just kill himself. He said he'd rather kill me; if he killed himself, he'd make sure to kill me first.
To anyone who figures out who I am in real life, if I am killed I want him to be behind bars for it. It won't be hard; my lj profile has all the info to find me & my name really is Kitty. I'm not stupid; I know I don't have the ability to live on my own, so unless he really hurts me I can't afford to take action. I took some pictures of my neck, but I don't think I'll get anything; I don't bruise easily, & it's probably too early for anything to show.
My brother's coming home from college sometime tomorrow, so hopefully Dad will lay off; I really don't feel like finding out of my goody-two-shoes brother will do the right thing or throw his freak sister to the wolves. God knows he always made tracks whenever an argument started.
Maybe I'll find his facebook & post a link to this on it if something happens & he doesn't help me.
I think this is worse than the time a couple weeks ago when my mom nearly strangled me with my own braid because she didn't want me going upstairs to get away from her, or last night when she took one of my cats hostage. As long as they don't hurt my boys & don't send me to the hospital I'll be here. If they hurt my cats, then I'll likely be in jail for murder.
In the meantime, however, I think I'm going to password the router; that way, if they try to take away my life, I can remind them that I'm the one who fixes things around here. That's pretty much the only thing I can control.
I finally got past him & upstairs, but he kept shouting. He kept saying how he hated living here & that it was all my fault, that I was a worthless bitch who would never amount to anything. I, rather incensed by this time & never one to take being treated badly lying down, pointed out that he'd already told me he wished I hadn't been born. I told him that if he was in a bad mood he should take it out on someone else for once. He kept yelling about how I was the bane of his existence & I told him the truth; that I learned my attitude from him & that I wouldn't quietly go along with being his scapegoat. He said I didn't do anything around the house & that I had no life, I said that I took verbal & physical abuse from him whenever he was in a bad mood & that my life was on the computer. He kept saying how miserable I made him, so I asked him why he didn't just kill himself. He said he'd rather kill me; if he killed himself, he'd make sure to kill me first.
To anyone who figures out who I am in real life, if I am killed I want him to be behind bars for it. It won't be hard; my lj profile has all the info to find me & my name really is Kitty. I'm not stupid; I know I don't have the ability to live on my own, so unless he really hurts me I can't afford to take action. I took some pictures of my neck, but I don't think I'll get anything; I don't bruise easily, & it's probably too early for anything to show.
My brother's coming home from college sometime tomorrow, so hopefully Dad will lay off; I really don't feel like finding out of my goody-two-shoes brother will do the right thing or throw his freak sister to the wolves. God knows he always made tracks whenever an argument started.
Maybe I'll find his facebook & post a link to this on it if something happens & he doesn't help me.
I think this is worse than the time a couple weeks ago when my mom nearly strangled me with my own braid because she didn't want me going upstairs to get away from her, or last night when she took one of my cats hostage. As long as they don't hurt my boys & don't send me to the hospital I'll be here. If they hurt my cats, then I'll likely be in jail for murder.
In the meantime, however, I think I'm going to password the router; that way, if they try to take away my life, I can remind them that I'm the one who fixes things around here. That's pretty much the only thing I can control.
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Fucking bastards
My Mom's been hauling me in to see this shrink. Today they're talking about places they could send me to "fix me". Yeah, Mom, I don't like people so I need to be sent away. I mean I was sitting right there. Then the bastard accuses me of lying when I say I don't understand stuff. I'm hungry, I've got another mouth ulcer so I can't eat my favorite foods, & I want some fucking ice cream. & they wonder why I walked out of the session & made a beeline for the computer.
Trick or Treat!
| My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul |
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| Kitty11Chan goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Black Cat. |
| atreyu452 tricks you! You get a block of wood. |
| calic0cat gives you 10 pink cinnamon-flavoured pieces of bubblegum. |
| digi148 gives you 14 brown spearmint-flavoured pieces of taffy. |
| goldenmane gives you 11 dark green strawberry-flavoured pieces of taffy. |
| kc_anathema tricks you! You lose 14 pieces of candy! |
| moonymonster gives you 9 light orange pineapple-flavoured wafers. |
| nashidesei gives you 10 red-orange chocolate-flavoured wafers. |
| nekosalosa tricks you! You lose 35 pieces of candy! |
| teh_kittykat tricks you! You get a rock. |
| temptedmischief gives you 8 white mint-flavoured gummy worms. |
| Kitty11Chan ends up with 13 pieces of candy, a block of wood, and a rock. |
| Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern. |
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I've rounded up the animals. The dogs, Bonnie & Bismark, are in their crates; my cats are in three carriers, Yuki & Pearl in one, Sweetie & Freeman fuming in another, & CoaCoa & Joey in the last; Puff the beta fish has been carefully transferred into a small carrying case (we will refill his bowl later); & Sally the ten-foot red-tailed boa constrictor has been loaded into her normal giant tupperware transportation (we're bringing her terrarium along, too). My gang's been secured in Teiric's trailer, along with his fifteen or so cats, & between us, Hyperman, John, & the others we should have plenty of pet food.
Bismark, Sweetie, & Joey's meds, along with my own, have been carefully hidden away in my bag, plus a whole bunch of miscellaneous painkillers & antibiotics. John's bringing his plethora of medical goodies, & Josh is raiding the shelves of the Wal-Mart he works at & loading it into a semi he somehow comandeered; we decided we really didn't want to know where he'd gotten it.
I've raided Daddy's knife collection, along with his katana & the BB gun, Teiric has gotten his weaponry (including that ridiculous full-size Masamune replica which he insists will be useful), & the others have hauled their eccentric collections of sharp, pointy goods along. My bike's been lashed to the trailer.
Losso(sp?) has just pulled up with a huge trailer. We were getting worried about him when he wasn't at his house, but it looks like he just went for extra hauling capacity. He has some gear that he guarantees will get us internet access from anywhere...I don't want to know where he got that, either. He's also managed to pick up Ashley & her cat.
Stephanie's here now, too. Shit, what did she do, rob a gun store?! She's the last person I'd expect for that! I have to smack a few of the more violent members of our group (nevermind that I want to play with the toys, too) to get everyone back on task.
Since John & I are of no use for lifting (he for medical reasons & I for being a weakling), we each grab a gun & are on the lookout.
My parents & my brother are here; guess they finally admitted that there's trouble. Glad they brought all three cars. I waste no time in directing everyone to load stuff into my brother's car. Then, I haul Ashley aside & ask her to accompany him; he's going to be making the dangerous journey south to pick up Grandma, Uncle Buddy, & Aunt BJ, because none of us trust the family we have down there to get Grandma to safety. It's a good four, four & a half hour drive, & pretty dangerous alone, but none of my family will let them down.
As they ready to leave, I call Grandma. Turns out, my cousin is home on leave; he assures me he'll take care of them. I trust the mortar man, & the destination of the break-off group is changed to Fort Wayne, where G-Daddy lives. He's got cousin Timmy staying with him, & no weaponry but a BB gun. I call G-Daddy, & he's already packed up my cousin & supplies. The incursion has pinned them down in the garage, but they'll be safe for the four hours until the calvary arrives. Daddy's car is immediately added to the break-off group & loaded, & Losso's sister volunteers to ride shotgun with him for some additional firepower. I tell G-Daddy to get my cousin into the garage attic & be ready to head up himself & pull the ladder just in case.
The break-off group leaves just as Amie, her boyfriend, & her guinea pig pull up in a pickup that is definitely not hers. The extra trailer is hooked up, & Josh's semi is just outside the allotment. Still no sign of Teiric's girlfriend.
Everything's loaded now. We stuffed the last bit in what was remaining of the space in the semi. I'm riding shotgun with Teiric, my "little sister" Courtney with my mom in her van, little Sarah from down the street (whom I'd practically kidnapped to save) in the RV with Hyperman, Amie with her boyfriend as shotgun got the pickup, Josh & Brandon in the semi, & Losso & Stephanie each riding solo. Stephanie takes off to pick up two chat room buddies of mine that live relatively nearby, & the rest of us, after making sure the nondrivers knew how to use their guns, start to move out.
We hadn't gotten far before several of Mommy's friends & their family's joined our caravan. We stopped briefly to reorder & pass out artillery, & then we were off to the desert, hopefully to meet up with the rest of our group & KC.
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