Summer Jolting...

  • Aug. 6th, 2007 at 10:18 PM
Yvonne
What the HECK happened to July?  I can't believe it's been since the 10th that I posted-- what a freakin' blur!  For crying out loud, we haven't even had time to give the dogs a second bath yet, and the generally accepted months of summer are almost gone!  And we've only gotten out the kiddie pool for the dogs once so far!  (Yes, we bought them a kiddie pool; no, they won't go in that, either.  Don't get me started.)

Let's see: Necon was a blast, and I am bit by bit getting picture links and pictures on the Necon site.  Look for more actual photos there by the end of the week, thanks to a few great people who've donated and/or agreed to let me swipe their images.  It's a good thing that old American Indian legend about having your soul stolen by the camera's image isn't true, because the Necon folk would, indeed, be zombies by now.  There's likely some question about that being true in and of itself, but I won't go there.  Nope, I won't.

What else?  I am unsupervised as once again The Husband ([info]westonochse) is bouncing all over the country on business.  So little me, so many Chippendales.  Okay, just kidding.  Really.

Work is... well, work.  The Super Secret Squirrel Project is not progressing very well, being pushed back in favor of other stuff.  But as always, I have great plans for it.  My in-laws came and went, having found and bought their own, exceptionally beautiful (covetcovetcovet) home not very far from us.  We all went to Kartchner Caverns last Sunday, and it was quiet spectacular.

Kudos to [info]faustfatale, who won an IAMTW Award (the first year they've been given out), for her book, Snakes on a Plane.  Excellent!

And finally, at the end of this month, I will return to the world of martial arts, at least for a long weekend.  I have missed it, a lot, since moving away from Chicago and the Degerberg in September of 2002.  The one place I tried here was too heavy on throwing, and my back made it quickly and loudly known it was unhappy about throwing in such quantity.  I've tried to at least keep in shape, and about a week or so ago, I saw a flyer for a Martial Arts Instructors Training Camp in Grand Junction, Colorado, headed by an instructor under whom I was lucky enough to study numerous times.  This is my chance to refresh my memory (and break my body, ha ha) on all the good stuff I haven't had in five years.  With this coming up, I'm trying to cram in as many workouts as I can.  Ow...

And, of course, we must have images.  As always, click for close-ups.  So:

    
Left: Big Ol' Arizona Toad
Right: A July Monsoon Sunset

   
Left: Goblin: "Wait... is that thing going to CRAWL ON MY NOSE??!"
Right:  Ghost, safe and sound in her bed.
  
16 Year Old, With First Car
(Is it inappropriate to say "Gawd help us all?")

Okay, it's way toooooo late.  Must sleeeeeep....

The Third Before the Fourth

  • Jul. 3rd, 2007 at 11:39 AM
Yvonne
Hi to everyone, and happy day before the 4th of July. Things have been busy and time has been flying by so quickly I can barely keep up with everything. I had friends visit, got busy busy at work, then family arrived.  I have skimmed through LJ as best I can, and I apologize to anyone who posted something mondo important to which I should have replied.

The Husband ([info]westonochse) and I celebrated our fifth, yes, fifth wedding anniversary this past weekend. As I told almost everyone who asked or offered congratulations, "Yes, can you believe it? Five years and I haven't throttled him yet!" We spent the time at a swanky Tucson resort where The Husband manged to find an awesome deal, we ate (boy, did we EAT), saw Rise of the Silver Surfer (awesome), and even hiked in the very hot July sun on Sunday morning. We picked up the teenaged daughter for her summer visit by driving to Phoenix on Sunday evening (when she was supposed to have been flown into Tucson; boo on America West Airlines-- their treatment of passengers, particularly a 16 year old girl, goes so far beyond shabby that we weill never, ever, fly on them again). We now have Mom, Dad, nephew, daughter, and miniature Schnauzer staying with us for a bit. It's a houseful and actually great fun (yes, I really mean that). The look on Goblin's face when itty-bitty Finny grumbles at him is truly comical. Tomorrow we have a cookout planned with my Dad and a couple of work friends coming by to join in.

The menu:
  • Citrus Orange Achiote Pulled Pork
  • Chipolte Coleslaw
  • Corn Pudding with Green Chiles
  • Red, White & Blue Jello Triffle
  • Von's Famous Deviled Eggs
  • Whatever other yummy thing we find at the store.
Hardly any work on The Super Secret Project, despite having some time off work.  Really need to buckle down on that.  My good intentions just aren't getting me anywhere.

New pictures in some of the galleries:

    In the Dawgs Gallery, check out "Futility" and "Only If I Must."

    Life Shots has a picture of me and Dad, and me and The Husband's Blue Elvis.

    Arizona Stuff has a couple of shots of a new creature, and the latest update on the Cactus on Steroids.

    Friends has a couple of shots showing recent pals visiting.  Since we live so far away from everything, I have to import my pals, often from the east coast.  Shira comes from there, as do Marsha and Beth, while Michelle lives it up in the California sun.

Dad tells me he's adopted a little girl from the local animal shelter, a Russian Blue named Sushi (now there's a name for a cat!).  That's good news-- he's been lonely since cancer took Sugar several months ago.  Sushi is being spayed right now, and I can't wait to meet her and add her picture to the melting pot that's the Internet!

Lazy Sunday

  • May. 20th, 2007 at 6:14 PM
Purple Cactus
I'm not sure my self-imposed deadline thing is working.  I started with a bang, then began to get serious side effects regarding the dry eye problem, which is getting worse instead of better.  It's hard to concentrate on developing a character and plot when every time you blink it feels as though the edge of a knife is being dragged across the surface of your left eyeball (then add feeling like you have several sharp shards of sand in it besides).  We're going to try a call to the opthamologist tomorrow and see what, if anything, can be done to get our insurance to allow me to see him again... assuming such a visit would actually accomplish anything.  Eye drops burn and make the eye blurry, thereby making me even more cranky and miserable.  ::hmph::

In the meantime, the living things in the yard are enjoying the warm days and cool nights that have finally arrived.  A few pictures from the Spring 2007 Gallery:

  

  

There's more if you follow the Gallery link above-- I didn't want to bog down the LJ. 

The baby bunny?  It was in play-dead mode and our highly hunter-oriented dogs (especially Ghost, who theoretically has a much more developed sense of smell because she's deaf) literally walked right over it.  The only thing that would have been funnier would have been if they picked up their toes like it was a mud puddle.  The bunny could have fit in my cupped hand.

Upper right: Flying Saucer Cactus.  SEVEN blooms at once.  The cactus was much chubbier originally, and the blooms sucked everything out of it.  If you click on the photo, you'll note the stick I had to use to prop it up because it was literally bending in the middle from the weight of the blooms.  Oh, and at this point it was still in the way small pot we bought it in, because we were afraid transplanting it during the bloom would harm it.

Top left: Ghost.  She appreciates the flowers, too.

And finally, bottom right (no, I don't have to go in order, so there): CHERRY TOMATOES in our potted containers!  Three of them on this plant, one on another, buds on yet another.  And we have jalapeno buds on our pepper plant!  Clearly we need to buy 80 acres and start farming.

And overalls.  Yeah, we need overalls. 

Munday Munday...

  • Feb. 12th, 2007 at 10:31 PM
Yvonne
We had a pretty good weekend, saw The Messengers at the movie theater. I'd been dying to go, and I will say that this was quite the edge-of-your-seat flick. Not recommended for those who hear noises in the dark... unless, of course, you're like me and enjoy that sort of creepy thing. There were several times when I jumped. We then did a little bit of clothes shopping and we are now both making serious efforts with diet and exercise. I think that statement speaks for itself.

We're back at work (bleh) after a comp day off on Friday. The Husband ([info]westonochse ) had to spend his comp day flitting about the country in a futile quest for a new-job polygraph that was ultimately canceled... after he flew 1,900 miles to take it. But I digress. We had fabulous curry and red pepper chicken in roasted squash with mango salsa couscous and fresh mango and avocado slices (oh, yuuuuum) for Sunday dinner (as always, thank you, Wes). Tonight we had diet TV dinners (gaaaawk). I worked out today, so did Wes. I am now sore and tired. Thus is the report of our exciting lives. Wes did, however, get a great box of books Wednesday after work (okay, so I've gone back a bit farther than just the weekend) containing primo contributor copies of Recalled to Life. Excellent! I've also made it through the first chunk (of eight chunks) in Level 1 of Rosetta Stone Latin America Spanish. Although it's fun and captivating while I'm doing it, and I think I'm doing okay, I despair of my brain actually remembering these words a half hour after I shut down the program-- this after I've made myself retake the first lessons at least three times on three different occasions. Right now I can remember how to say cat, jumping, and purple. Somehow I think I should be doing better.

Poor baby Ghost-- it seems Goblin's Toes (he of the overly loud snoring right now) outclassed her and only one person commented on her cute and prickly chin. If only everyone could feel her joyfully snuffling against their cheeks with her scratchy little whiskers. Let's see if she can win a few hearts with a soulful look instead:



Click for a close-up and personal peek at that baby blue eyeball.
Yvonne



Ghost's Chin.
(You know you're just dying
to tickle those whiskers!)

For folks in the HWA who've not yet voted in the Stokers, please give some consideration to The Husband's story, The Secret Lives of Heroes   ([info]westonochse), which appeared in Horror Garage #11.  There's a link up on the recs page so you can read it if you haven't already.  Voting ends on the 10th, so the time come neareth.  Thanks!

Dancin' with the Dawg

  • Jan. 21st, 2007 at 10:38 PM
Ghost
So The Husband ([info]westonochse) has posted a video on his LJ, and since it involves Yours Truly, I stole it to put it here and He Can't Stop Me So There.  Besides, I'm mad at him.  He told me all sorts of bullocks (can you tell we watched V for Vendetta tonight?) to woo me and get me to move down here to southern Arizona.  "It's warm," he said.  "Lovely climate," he said.  Just for the record, when my Dad left to go home after the movie, Wes brought an object into the house.  He then made me step out onto the front patio and he hit me with it.

It was a (*&#$(*&@#($& snowball.




The music is Sean Paul, Temperature.

How fitting.
Goblin Upside Down
As promised, and starring Goblin and The Ghost.  Beyond that,
I think we can just let the video speak for itself.

What do you mean Christmas is TOMORROW??!

  • Dec. 24th, 2006 at 9:28 AM
Goblin's Eye
 




 


That calendar must be wrong-- I'm not dressed right yet!



If she's this chubby now (140+ lbs), what's she gonna look like after turkey leftovers??!

Call Me Narc

  • Jul. 27th, 2006 at 2:12 PM
Destroy!

This afternoon I reported a seller on eBay, because in searching around aimlessly I happened across his items, every one of which were bootlegged DVDs with copies of television shows/series that have never been released on DVD to begin with. No UPCs, no regions, no jewel cases. Just DVDs with labels made from photographs of the shows' characters using label software. All I could think about was how I felt each time I found a stolen copy of one of my stories posted on the Internet somewhere (it's happened about six times; thus the reason I don't submit to online magazines or post full stories, just excerpts). I also remembered several sites where entire books -- by King, Ellison, many familiar authors personally known to me and a lot of LJ users out there -- were scanned and uploaded without the permission of publisher or author. And I dug my way through eBay's policies and forms and general murkiness until I found where to fill out the report form.

Once, years ago at a convention in Chicago, I ran a little Dusty Stacks table and found my table in the dealers' room placed next to a woman who was clearly selling bootlegged DVDs. It was right after the musical Buffy episode, "Once More, With Feeling," had aired on television. I mean right after. Yet there she was, selling copy after copy of it at forty bucks a pop, and generally ticking me off because she aimed a portable television at the crowd (which meant in my damned direction) and blared this episode as loudly as she could, non-stop, throughout the weekend. Mind you, while it's just my personal opinion, that is my least favorite Buffy episode. That was bad enough, but the volume was so loud I literally couldn't hear my customers asking me questions. I spent the weekend having this woman get crappy with me when I asked, then finally INSISTED, she turn down the volume on the television. I was just trying to get through the weekend and run my table, but in retrospect, I should have simply called the police and had her arrested for selling stolen intellectual and media property. Next time, I will. I can't remember her name, but if she, or anyone who does that same kind of stuff, reads this-- take warning. I am an author, and just like the screenwriters, I make a somewhat shaky partial living on what comes out of my brain and goes on paper. I have a husband and friends who do the same. And if I'm ever in a position to stop someone from stealing from us, I will not hesitate again.

So there.

On the lighter side, here's a shot of The Ghost that proves you're never too big to sit on Mommy's lap:

Happy 4th of July!

  • Jul. 4th, 2006 at 11:33 AM
Yvonne
Happy 4th of July!



Yours truly, The Husband ([info]westonochse), Ghost and Goblin, all dressed up for our little town's 4th of July Pets on Parade!  Not a bad family outfit considering we discovered the event at the last minute and made our "costumes" at 9:30 p.m. last night.

Once Upon a Time...

  • May. 22nd, 2006 at 10:45 PM
Yvonne
...there was a little white girl with blue eyes who needed a home.

She started life as a special puppy who could not hear. No one now knows where or on what day in March 2005 she was born, or how she ended up where she did. We only know that at seven months old, the people who owned her poured gasoline on her and set her on fire. When a neighbor threatened to report them to the authorities, she suddenly found herself bargaining for the life of this horribly injured pup-- she could have the puppy if she swore she wouldn't report them. Otherwise they would kill the dog and bury her body in the desert.

So this Good Samaritan took the nameless, burned little puppy, named her Skye, and got her healed as best she could. Ultimately, she couldn't keep her-- she had never planned on being owned by a dog, much less a terribly injured Great Dane. Family problems finally made it necessary to turn thirteen-month-old Skye over to a rescue organization, where she stayed for about a month or so and was renamed Abby (even though she couldn't hear this) by the nice lady who ran the rescue.

Then along came a family looking for company for their big Merle boy, who had lost his beloved Lily only three weeks before and was having a hard and lonely time of it. Besides having a built-in big brother, they had deaf Dane experience, a big house, and extra love. So Skye-Abby became Ghost, and thus begins the tale of Goblin and The Ghost.





Couple more pictures in the Dog Gallery Here.

So there you go.

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