He's a good man. And thorough.

Not much to report on this end...... I am currently a slave to Downton Abbey. Actually waiting for the season 2 finale to load so I can watch it before I go to bed. I've been neglecting blogger again, but I shall try my best to catch up with all you wonderful people this week. To make up for my lack of bloggering, everyone on my mailing list shall receive something nice over the next week and a half or so, for St. Paddy's Day. :D


In other news, everyone in my house is sick, and everyone at work is sick (colds, bronchitis, sinus infections...). I have not fallen prey to any disease as of yet (::knockonwood::), although my nose is permanently cranky since we have the heat on most of the time. 'Tis currently slathered in baby bum cream. 

stylin'!

I received a lovely package of goodies from Désespérée de Maigrir--a nice little collection of tea, some lip balm, and DELICIOUS strawberry jam. I made a snack of it this evening with melted peanut butter and ice cream.
This, my friends, is what PMS looks like:

I 'spose I should give a brief update of how things are going in the ED recovery department.... 
At the moment, it's going pretty well. I've had good and bad days, but as time goes on, the bad days become fewer and fewer. I have thrown myself into my fiction writing, and that helps immensely. At the moment, the fairy book is in the process of final editing and illustration, book 3 is nearing completion, and I have made a good start on book 4. 


With my mind focusing on all that, I can honestly say that most days I just don't care about the ED stuff. I eat when I'm hungry, I allow myself the occasional junky food and don't feel guilty about it, and I think I'm maintaining my weight. I have no idea what that weight actually is, as I have not stepped on the scale since around Christmas, but I still fit comfortably in my 0 and 00 trousers, so I'm guessing around 105-108. And right now, that means nothing to me. So yeah, recovery is going well. 




....On a less happy note, my cat had a rather bad trip to the vet recently (for her annual checkup). The vet says she has an enlarged thyroid, but that it's likely caused by a thyroid issue that'll be easy to medicate once it's diagnosed. In order to diagnose it properly, Callisto needs blood work, but since she has a heart murmur that is now an arrhythmia, and an anger management/anxiety problem, she needs to be sedated for things like blood work.

This means that the blood work is going to cost about $500.00.

I do not have $500.00. I have of course started saving with each paycheck, but I don't really make a lot of money and I have rather a lot of bills, so the saving is not going too well.

With that in mind, I have started up an internet shop: I'm selling mugs now with some of my pictures from this blog. More shall be added soon, and I shall also take requests for other mug designs. I might put some of the pictures from the LotR post up on mugs, but they'll probably be limited edition because I have a feeling those could get me sued... 

Kitty says buy mugs!!

I was there the day the strength of Men failed.

Sometimes when I'm watching telly or a film, there are events in the plots that irritate me because they could easily have been avoided. Now I know the obvious issue with that statement is that if events had unfolded differently and more efficiently, there probably wouldn't be a film or tv program about it in the first place, but still......

What I'm trying to say here is that Elrond is an @s$hole, and EVERY SINGLE BAD THING that happens in Lord of the Rings is his fault. The whole messy business of the one ring--Gondor being without a king for centuries, Sauron re-rising as a bad dude, Frodo and Sam's near-death experience taking the ring to Mordor, Gollum becoming Gollum, and Bilbo's life being ruined forever; not to mention the deaths of Boromir, Theoden, and countless people of Middle Earth--ALL of it is Elrond's fault.

After the first war with Sauron, after Isildur cut the evil ring from the bad guy's hand, he and his buddy Elrond strolled over to Mount Doom to throw the ring back in the fire and be rid of its evil forever.

 and then, presumably,

umm, what?

What Elrond OBVIOUSLY should have done:

Problem solved.