aome: (what would you have me do)
([personal profile] aome Sep. 18th, 2017 03:18 pm)
Had my colonoscopy this morning. This was a routine check-in, since it had been over 10 years since my last (thankfully having been in remission for nearly the entire time). I went into it resigned but not particularly stressed; sure it's not exactly FUN, but it's never been more than a hassle, honestly.

More hassle than usual this go-around, though. )

AND, to top it all off. Girly stuff )

Moving on.

I've been collecting a number of links in the past week, so in no particular order:

Double chocolate banana bread. This is the second time I've made this, and it's just as amazing as the first time. *snarfs entire loaf*

Butterbeer marshmallows. Damn, they're expensive, but I'm sooooo tempted. (Oh, man, they also have Kaluha coffee marshmallows, Nutella marshmallows and, for the Dr Mcoy fans out there: bourbon marshmallows.)

And speaking of HP Pottery Barn has a new Harry Potter collection. Some cute stuff there.

Really cool Targaryen family tree, created by a DeviantArtist.

In other news ... there really hasn't been a lot of news. Still getting back into the swing of school, which is to say we're all permanently exhausted as we readjust to getting up at the ass-crack of dawn again. I did attend the high school's Back to School night last week, which was good. Will wasn't able to attend, as he was helping his younger brother/wife finally (FINALLY) get their tons of crap out of the basement. But that also meant I was free to take all the front-row desks that none of the other parents (nor my own husband) want to sit in. The teachers get all of 8 minutes to talk, so it's a bit of a rush, but I did get the gist of all MiniPlu's classes and introduced myself to all her teachers. I liked them all (including the lone teacher MiniPlu hasn't met yet - next term's US History Honors teacher), although the Chem situation is ... interesting )

I always feel a little weird when I introduce myself to the teachers; I hate describing MiniPlu as "the Asian girl" but I figure that since these teachers see a million kids per day and school's only been in session 8 days (as of Back to School night), it's a quick way for them to bring up an image of my kid, since there are hardly any Asians at the school (and obviously, divided by 4 grades, even fewer per grade). The Chem teacher still managed to get MiniPlu mixed up with someone else, because after I introduced myself he said something about how she had emailed him to ask for some document that he'd refused to provide, and I had no idea what he was talking about. And neither did MiniPlu. I think there's another [MiniPlu's name] in her year, and even if that one isn't in her block class, it's possible maybe he mentally switched them? (I don't think I mentioned the Asian thing when I shook his hand - he jumped to the "document" remark before I could get in another word.)

Ugh, still feel like an over-inflated balloon. Going to walk the dog and see if I can get it to shift. Stupid Crohn's, stupid colonoscopies.
aome: Me as a toddler (toddler ice cream)
([personal profile] aome Sep. 8th, 2017 01:54 pm)
Gacked from my new friend [personal profile] spiffikins. :)

70 questions, including 3 fill-ins )

Two's first day of school yesterday went well, and he was lucky enough not to have any first-day homework, probably his last year for that. His first impression of his A day teachers was good; we'll see what he thought of his B day teachers (today's electives and his social studies teacher) this afternoon. He reported sitting with some new kids at lunch, to be nice, which I was proud to hear about. I really hope he makes some genuine friends this year. Even one friend.

MiniPlu came home with another boatload of chem homework - more outlining, plus memorizing the order, abbreviations and spellings of the first 18 elements for a quiz today. (She was NOT amused.) Plus a math packet. And she has a short English paper due Monday (on top of a summer-work test in both English and Math on Monday, and a Chem test on Tues). Should be a fun weekend. :-P

My achievements today: a nap, finished reading "The Scottish Boy" (see link in yesterday's post), and not a whole lot else. :-P
So, Two has attended Camp Aranut'iq for three summers now. He has been begging us to attend family camp since the first year, so this year, we signed up to go. Truth be told, we weren't really super-keen on going since it would be sorta roughing it (cabins, not tents, but very basic cabins), and mosquitoes, and it was going to be unseasonably cold at night while we were there and pretty much guaranteed to rain on Sunday. But we knew it was important to go, so off we went on Friday for yet one more drive back to New Hampshire.

Camp report )

So, anyway, overall, we mostly enjoyed the activities, hated the rain, didn't sleep super-well, but enjoyed the companionship of the community. I'm not sure if we'll do family camp again or not, but at least we did it once.

And now ... a solicitation. So, Camp Aranut'iq is an amazing place. Sure, it's rustic, but that's what summer camps are supposed to be like, right? And meanwhile, they do an amazing job of just letting "trans etc" kids be themselves, and giving them strength and acceptance they need to make it through the rest of the year. And, you know, hopefully NOT commit suicide. (There is also a week-long camp on the property for people with skeletal dysplasia aka dwarfism, and an upcoming camp for people with craniofacial deformities.) Anyway, Two adores it there, as does just about every camper. The only real deterrent is ... the toilets. When the director bought this camp in 2014 (they'd been renting other camps since their inception in 2009), he inherited the camp's composting toilet system, which is fantastic in theory (good for the environment!) and horrible in practice (more like perpetual porta-potties >_< ). We actually were somewhat lucky that it was unseasonably chilly this past weekend, because it cut down on smell. But the director has said that some kids refuse to come back, or refuse to come at all because of what they've heard or experienced with the stinky composting toilets with the bottomless black pits under the seats; even Two has said he doesn't want to attend for longer than a week because he isn't sure he could put up with composting toilets for TWO weeks.

So, Nick's plan is to rip out every one of them and build proper indoor flush toilets, with indoor showers as part of the same buildings (there will be several such buildings throughout the property) in time for next summer. The cost? About US$200K. Please consider a donation to make this possible? Even a few dollars would help. And every camper will praise your name forevermore. Probably the parents, too. ;-) Donate here, and specify that the money should go to the capital campaign fund, or the toilet fund, or whatever you want to call it.

I know nobody has much money to just throw around, and there are the legitimate needs of Harvey victims (and, alas, probably Irma soon, too) and a hundred other worthy causes to plead for your donations, but if you DO have a little bit extra, or know someone else who might, please consider it?
Both kids went off to school today!

(MiniPlu actually started yesterday; the high school starts a day ahead of everyone else because they get a day off after midterms in Feb when nobody else does, so it all works out in the end.)

MiniPlu's first day )

Two didn't get his schedule until he arrived today, but by chance I found it online yesterday afternoon when I was filling out online forms for both kids (emergency contacts and such). His schedule )

Hopefully he'll let me know how his first day went, aside from "fine." :-P

ETA: First-day photos can be found at LJ here. You must be logged in.

So far today, I've: taken a nap, gone for a run, baked and frosted my BIL/SIL's anniversary cake (26 years today; would've been 83 for my grandparents), and started laundry. Without interruption. Bliss! I have a HUGE pile of catching up to do online, both for reading and posting, not to mention email, but I'm already down to a half hour before MiniPlu comes home, so some of that will have to wait for upcoming days.

In less blissful news, I went to a new TKD school last night for the first time. And I hated it. )

Last weekend we went to Camp Aranut'iq (where Two goes in summer) for their family camp weekend. I'll do that report separately, since this is already getting pretty long.

I've done a fair amount of Stucky Big Bang reading, mostly while at camp (yay for Kindle downloads!), but I'm still in the middle of an absolutely massive one. I know there aren't a lot of Stucky fans on my flist, but if you're interested, I can wholeheartedly recommend:

Demobilization. AU in that Bucky went off to WWII without Steve (there was no Dr Erskine, so no serum) and came back with his left arm missing. He and Steve had a past, pre-war, and Bucky has decided to officially let Steve know how he feels when he gets back, only to find that Steve now has a steady girlfriend. A big emotional punch, this fic, but a happy ending.

Saying Your Name. MCU compliant through Winter Soldier. Steve knows Bucky is dead. He's not sure how he knows, he just knows. So when he sustains a catastrophic injury and ends up in a sort of afterlife that mimics pre-war Brooklyn, he knows he has to find Bucky and get him back to the "other side." But Bucky doesn't remember his former life and doesn't want to go, forcing Steve to wait patiently, rebuilding his relationship with Bucky, until he remembers. And what will happen once they're both back in the real world again? Another one with a lot of strong emotions and angst, but a happy ending.

The Scottish Boy. This is the monster, 130K-word story I'm still reading. Complete AU, set in 14th-century England. Steve is a country knight, and Bucky is a savage prisoner dumped on him by Brock and Pierce after they nab him in a Scottish battle. Who is Bucky, really, and why is he so important? Bucky eventually goes from prisoner to Steve's squire, and the boys fall in lust - eventually in love - along the way, despite the strong homophobia of the period. Holy smokes, this author really knows her Medieval history, bringing this story brilliantly to life. I don't know how it turns out yet, only about 70% of the way, but I'm completely captivated.

In the meantime: if you're in the line of fire from Irma, please be safe, and check in when you can!

Also, I have again missed an entire week of LJ. If you posted something I should know about, please leave me a link!

(Also, I still call my father "Daddy." I didn't realize it was gross and creepy. I'm sorry?)