Christmas

Dec. 27th, 2007 09:33 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse dryad (Forest Mouse)
So, we actually had a tree of reasonable height up this year, fake though it was. The kittens were convinced that tree and ornaments were there solely for them, of course. This is why the ornaments were all shatter proof. :)

Good presents all around. Managed to get some very loud squees outta the kids. And me. I got silicone bakeware, a countertop roasting oven, a set of springform pans, and some Sims 2 expansion packs. The cooking stuff was the stuff that got squees. Computer stuff is fun, sure. Kitchen stuff leads to insane mouse in kitchen.

Dinner was lemon dill salmon and shrimp linguine. First time I've cooked salmon. It came out pretty good, though there was a lot more of it than I thought there would be. It was also a pretty simple meal to make, which was a good thing. A very good thing, since the 24th saw me leave the kitchen covered in flour from cookies, bread, and a homemade pizza.

Life rocks in general right now. -happy smile-
omimouse: Beatirx Potter mouse with a wicker basket on her arm (Domestic)
The last month has mostly been helping Louis's mom get settled in and financially stable enough so she can start looking for a place sometime in January-ish. She'es much happier now than she was in Florida, for starters. That's mostly to do with not being alone or living in the house of her now deceased parents, I think.

Momma cat got returned to the neighbours around the 8-week mark. Kittens were litter-trained and weaned at that point, and her presence was actively hampering their interactions with the other animals in the house. Since said neighbours apparently don't believe in indoor kitties, she spent a decent part of November yowling outside any part of the house that had lights on. The kittens all but completely ignored her. We've been having to do some aggressive flea control on them. So far it's mostly contained, but I think we're gonna need to give them another flea bath shortly. This was another reason for showing Momma the door, as even flea spraying her nearly led to bleeding.

Stavan warmed up to the kittens very quickly after Momma left the house. At this point, he is absolutely thrilled to have such enthusiastic playmates. Drake is just now deigning to sniff noses, and is holding herself as being above such things as kitten games. Sadie thinks they're okay, as long as they stay out of her wet food. Princess (Louis's mom's Pomeranian) is slowly deciding that maybe they don't want to kill her and eat her after all. However, she is also firmly of the opinion that pouncing on her tail is Right Out.

Robin (white, grey, and cream calico) is a shoulder cat. And a lap cat, leg cat, small-of-your-back cat, elbow cat . . . you get the idea. She tends to curl up between my head and Louis's at night if we let her stay in the room. Her sister (dark calico) is much more feisty and active. She will, however, quite gleefully cuddle in your arms if it means getting in the way of your book or keyboard.

Okay, that's the kitty part of the update. Next post: Hormonal Birth Control and its Effects on Domesticated House Mice.
omimouse: Beatirx Potter mouse with a wicker basket on her arm (Domestic)
We are approved for house loan! We have house that we are making offer on!

zomgsweetbabyjeebusandhisrainbowpacifier . . . .

-runs around, flailing wildly-

Listing info.
Pictures

Those pictures, just for the record, do *not* do the place justice. The yard is bare, true . . . but what else are plant catalougs for? And the listing doesn't mention the 4th bedroom, either. -giggle- Did I mention that the house note will be less than our current rent?

Need to oraganize about a bazillion things, including a home-inspector so's we can make sure that the place is sound. Since it's had some recent renovations and stuff done with it, I'm pretty sure it'll hold up, but this is not something that I am going to assume, thankyouverymuch.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Busy

Dec. 18th, 2006 11:10 am
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
In case I never mentioned it before, I've always been lousy at keeping up with diaries and journals and whatnot. Especially so when life is going mostly smoothly.

We have (sort of) done the December decorating. We have a very small fake tree set up on a stool, on account of not having room in the apartment for anything larger. It still looks very cute, and it has ornaments and blue beads and silver stuff. It's in front of one of our bookshelves, the one that we nailed four stockings to. There's more blue beading draping from stocking to stocking, and lights strung around the shelving a bit above that. It's a very nice effect.

I have made caramels, and they are good. This is an understatement of vast proportions, but it does not do to let the entire world know that you make an addictive substance in your kitchen. I will be asking [livejournal.com profile] warinbear to cut the sheets later this week, because that's the only way they'll get cut as opposed to eaten outright.

The three of us, [livejournal.com profile] reana and [livejournal.com profile] darcsyde took Bear-Cub and Puppy Christmas shopping yesterday. JoAnn's, a half-priced bookstore, and Marshalls. With lunch out between the bookstore and Marshalls. Started around 11:20 and Warin headed down to Huntsville with the girls at 3:00. Uff da. Those girls have frickin' energy.

[livejournal.com profile] louisadkins and I have a chiropracter appointment later today. We also need to get some gorcery shopping done. We'll do one more grocery run on Thursday to get some of the more perishable stuff for Christmas dinner, and then we'll hole up in the apartment.

I'd almost forgtten how much running around tends to accompany this part of the year. -laugh- Ah, well. It's all good.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse dryad (Forest Mouse)
A check for the full amount of the balance owed to Warin's mom went out via registered mail today. Once we get the notice that it's been recieved, we're free of her. Free. Dear gods, that will feel so good. E-mail block, phone number block, return all mail unopened to sender . . .

-happysigh-

I know that there are folks (a fair number of which are on my f-list, even) that are trying to build something healthy with this woman. I really do wish them all the best, and ask that they understand that this is no longer an option for us. With one thing and another, I believe that it never really has been a realistic option.

He's tried, folks. If you cannot understand why he would choose to shut her out of his life, please at least try to understand that it was not a hastily reached descion. Nor is it one that anyone is likely to change.

And yeah, I'm damned happy to finally be able to close the door on her. And no, I'm not going to pretend to be anything other than overjoyed that very shortly, she will be someone we no longer have to deal with in any way, shape, or form.

This is her own damned fault, and as far as I'm concerned, she can suck on it 'till her teeth fall out.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] warinbear just called from the local hospital. He caught his hand in something at work. No broken bones, 3 stitches. Someone's coming here to get [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins to go and get Warin's car, and I think they're dropping Warin off here as well.

-fidget- -spaz- -fretfretfret-

He sounded fine on the phone, according to Louis. I'll see him in a little bit.

He hurt himself bad enough to admit he needed to go to the hospital. To leave work. This is Warin we're talking about, here. Just about anyone else, and I wouldn't be this worried. But Warin has to be practically hammered over the head before he'll call in, or before he'll leave work.

-worry- -fretfretfret- -fidget-

I will be fine once he gets home and I can see for myself. Really, I will be.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Astrid)
So, you're a parent, right? Even if you're not, please, for the sake of this excercise pretend. You've got kids, and you want to make sure that they're set up later in life. So you set up IRAs for them, in their names. You put money in them, and so on and so forth.

Later on, when one of the kids is all grown up and been having some problems paying off a debt to you, you offer the IRA he has as a way of paying off the debt. He says no thanks, but I would really like the info on the IRA for my financial paperwork. A week or two later, he e-mails you again, saying that he needs the information for his finacial paperwork.

A week after that (still no response whatsoever) he calls one of you at work, re-stating that he needs the information. Information on an IRA that is in his name. What, as a parent, is your response?

For example, is it, "Why do you want to know?", with a strong dash of, "We won't give you the information until you tell us why you want it."

This is not making me happy. They have already put Warin and Catchild both in not-so-good graces with one of the finacial aid departments in Alabama because they didn't give him information on something financial with his name on it. Like, say, a savings account with a large sum of money in it. They applied, and, not knowing about the account, didn't list it. Alabama's response was not happy, and they pointed out that Warin and Catchild hadn't listed this account as one of their resources. I think that the two of them stil can't apply for any kind of financial aid from the state of Alalbama because of that debacle.

There is no excuse for this. This is playing games of control with money that has Warin' name on it. No matter what they think of how he lives his life or spends his money, this IRA is in his name. Common bloody courtesy would dictate that they give him the information on it, without playing stupid little petty ass games.

Anyone know of any legal recourse we can take if they decide to be total jackasses about this? Better yet, do any of the folks related to Kathy know where they have their IRAs through so we can contact the financial institution directly?
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Water Mouse)
I've been somewhat at a loss as to what I should be posting. I have this vague urge to update, so that folks know what's going in my life and all that. And then I realize that right now, we're at that last little stage of settling into the apartment. There's just one corner of stuff left that needs to get looked through, we've sorted out a cleaning schedule (of sorts, we seem more to have slid into one than hashed one out), [livejournal.com profile] warinbear goes to work in the afternoons, [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins and I will start going through his comics collection tomorrow, we play WoW together . . .

Life has settled down. I want a house someday, once we've got the money saved up for it. I'm working on getting Sadie trained the rest of the way, and not feeling particularly charitable to whomever first trained her. (Housebroken: Hell, yes. Trained to heel: Hell, no. Terrified of men with long sleeves and ball caps: Fucking hell yes. If I ever get my hands on the bastard, there's going to be a lot of yelling involved. Possibly a rolled-up newspaper.)

I have my own computer and desk, now. Tax return this year went to it when we realized that, in order to avoid potential for conflict, we were going to need to have one computer per person. And all three of them needed to have WoW on them. We've been spending time together playing WoW mostly. We're part of a guild on one server, and formed one on another. Bloodstrike Clan of Akama says: "Eat more chicken!" Starcrest is the guild that we created on Smolderthorn, mostly for the purpose of not being constantly invited to such guilds as, "LEETHAKKORZ" or "TwinksRUs". I want to let Starcrest expand at it's own pace, and get known for showing up whenever someone's having problems with high-levels ganking lowbies. The basic idea will be that we're laid-back and not high-commitment. We're there to help, both guildmates and other folks.

Huh. Pretty much described both guilds, right there. I've been creating characters on RP servers, and I'm finding that I very much enjoy the atmosphere. I'm not going to give up my characters on the PvP servers, but I'm not going to create any new characers on them, either. I think my favourite RP character is currently the Troll hunter. Such a very relaxed and laid-back take on life, and I love 'speaking' in a Carribiean accent.

It ocurs to me that most of my update content is likely to be WoW related for a while. The game world has been designed so well that it really feels like exploring another world. I could easily role-play any of the character that I've created, because the world that they've been created in is so alive.

It is also most of what I've been doing of late. Well, that and reading. And spending time with my guys.

Or little snapsshots of life. Like the fact that Stavan is up on his hind legs, fore legs planted on the arm of Louis's computer chair, meowing his squeaky meow. He's headbutting Louis's left hand and arm. In another few seconds, Louis will reach down and pet and rub and skritch, and Stavan will go into an frenzy of purring and twining and rubbing. They've developed this little ritual over the past month or so, just like Sadie has taken to curling up in the footspace under my desk. Every so often, she'll reach up with her paw and pull my foot down to lick and rub her head against.

-happysigh- Must update more often. It's nice to dwell on those little snapshots, the little moments of peace and joy. It's good for me, too.

Holy Shit

Mar. 22nd, 2006 10:09 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
For those of you that remember the infamous Letter of Doom (tm) exchange between [livejournal.com profile] warinbear and his mother a few years ago, Warin received a somewhat imperious e-mail from his mother earlier this week, and has responded.

Woof. Dayum, Warin. Well, she's getting honesty. She's probably not going to like it, but she's getting honesty. And before anyone starts in, Warin responded to her all by himself, with no input from either [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins or myself. No, I will more not be posting the e-mail here, unless Warin gives me permission to do so. Even then, the only reason I would be posting it would be if Kathy starts misrepresenting what got sent.

As for me, I'm shaking my head in wonder and amazement, and randomly giggling.

Oh, [livejournal.com profile] catchild, I assume you will want a copy of the e-mail?

PSA

Mar. 8th, 2006 11:53 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Astrid)
I probably should have posted this yesterday, but it got lost in the shuffle of errands and a nasty headache.

Warin's mom has found out about the move. Chances are that the loan payment that we sent is what did it, seeing as the return address had all 3 of our names and the new address on it. No, she hasn't talkied to Warin about it at all; why on earth would dhe talk to him first? I'm feeling squirmy enough about revealing folks that I'll let our source (okay, so I've always wanted to say that) reveal hirself at hir choice.

This is a heads up that drama and attempts at "divide and conquer" tactics are likely to be a'comin' from Huntsville. Knowing that woman, they're likely to be aimed square at the kids.

Why couldn't she be more like Catchild's mom? Huh? Or like Louis's mom? Hell, is basic human decency too much to ask for?

Please, let me be making the wrong call on her behaviour. Please. Please be wrong, please be wrong . . .
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Water Mouse)
If the druglords had any money sense whatsoever, they'd be hiring game designers and coders to produce an MMORPG.

Obligatory WoW reference out of the way. So, what else is going on with the Mouse?

The cats are settling into the apartment quite nicely. They have fallen in love with the stairs. More to the point, they have fallen in love with lying down on a step in such a fashion as to be almost invisible to anyone coming down the stairs. They also enjoy chasing each other up and down the stairs as fast as they can go. Yup, they're settling in all right. Sadie has taken to making sure that she is in whatever room I am in. She has also started curling up on the couch with me. She's still highly skittish, and will likely always be.

The paperbacks have been alphabetized and reshelved. More organization of the living room will be occuring, especially as we are looking at doing some furniture rearranging in the near future. We'll be making some more shelves soonish. There will probably be more Goodwill runs over the next few months. They already know us on sight by now.

As for the three of us, we're doing pretty good, all things considered. I'm not entirely sure that I can describe it better than that without becoming all sappy. Healthy, loving relationships seem to be pretty boring to the folks not involved in them. That, or seen as overly mushy.

-hapysigh- Right now, I feel very happy, snuggly, loved and just plain content.

And I have a Gnomish mage named Ronja out on Sargeras that needs to learn how to build mechanical squirrels.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Water Mouse)
. . . Acht jaaren lang/Ging ik naar school

And we are back online! (Extreme major brownie points to anybody that recognizes the song the above lyrics came from.)

We are also (mostly) moved in. I say mostly because we are still unpacking boxes. However, we have most of our floorspace available to us, the furniture is situated, and we are down to the process of sorting and shelving the rest.

Of course, we're going to need to build some of those shelves, but that's just a minor hitch. Sadie is settling in, and seems to have decided that Louis's computer area is her curl up spot. She is also very interested in all the new smells along the side of the apartment building. Once we clear a path through the utility room to the litter-boxes, we will be toting cat-carriers out to Sanctuary to corral Stavan and Drake.

BTW folks, if Dragon wants the picture above what is now his room, he can keep it. I think he'd like it more than I do.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Mouse)
And yet another PSA.

Being a listening ear = fine. More than fine, perfectly okay, understandable, and really in high demand right now. For the record, [livejournal.com profile] catchild could really use a lot of this right now.

Talking with us = fine. Again, perfectly okay, understandable, and all that.

Making a value judgement based off of only partial information = not fine.

We. Do. Not. Need. Anyone. Else. Involved. In. This. Mess.

Yeah, the time of the year for it was crappy. You don't live here = you don't have a clue what the alternative would have been. Especially if you didn't bother to talk to all of us.

So, how many friends do I loose because of this? Hmm? How many of you are going to blame the three of us for leaving? How many more of you think that we're scum for leaving?

Okay, I'm angry enough right now that I need to back off of this before I start screaming at friends that really don't deserve it.

Just, please try not to take sides in this, 'kay? There are no 'sides' to take. None of us out here are asking you to choose between us.

And this hurt enough before I ran into the rant directed at myself and [livejournal.com profile] warinbear on my f-list this morning.

PSA

Dec. 18th, 2005 10:36 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
Catchild, Drkn, you will probably want to check your e-mail before reading further.

[livejournal.com profile] louisadkins, [livejournal.com profile] warinbear, and myself are going to be moving into an apartment in the area in the very near future. We will be (all of us) working on keeping the friendships that exist.

However, at this juncture, the three of us have decided that this is simply not going to work.

My only request of the readership (gods, that sounds pretentious!) is that they remember that we are all hurting over this, and that Warin's mother not be informed. Or his grandparents, as that would likely amount to the same thing. I apologize if this comes across as asking you to keep secrets, as that is not my intent. We simply do not need Warin's mother lunging in on us in an attempt to get access to the children. That, and we are not asking anyone to 'pick sides'.

If you have prayers or Good Thoughts to spare, I would ask that the children get first dibs.

Naomi/Astrid/Kayla
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
This is a CEPT and a BB all in one.

We live in Lewisburg, TN. [livejournal.com profile] ebonunicorn has been having severe amounts of trouble in getting his child support payments reduced. As it is, his current weekly payment is almost exactly the same amount as his current weekly paycheck. The backstory on that is long, and is not what I'm here about.

Current child support a week, BTW is $250 a week. Ebon makes $11/hr right now.
One screwed up child support case and a plea for help follows. )
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
Got an e-mail from my Opa today. He doesn't sound like he's doing okay. -sigh- Oma was the center that his universe turned on, and I don't think he's ever going to really recover from loosing her.

His e-mail also included the information that my Uncle Steve had been mmurdered, but no other details. Google is a wonderful tool. I just found the article at pressofatlanticcity.com.

http://www.pressofatlanticcity.com/news/local/atlantic/story/5692221p-5709815c.html

With what I knew of my uncle, I was honestly excpecting his murder to involve drugs, or an argument with a dealer. I wasn't excpecting what I found. From the information at the end of the article, my uncle finally, finally managed to get onto the wagon and stay there. The last I heard of him, his store was failing because he wasn't really taking care of it. The article describes a man who was hardworking and stable.

Godsdamnit. He made it. He finally fucking managed to get his feet under him, and then someone decides that a knife will solve all their problems.

I'm getting very tired of loosing family.

Today

Oct. 18th, 2005 07:26 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
First things first: The family had a Conversation earlier today. I think we're better now. More importantly, I think we have the knowledge and resources to work on getting better.

Secondly: If you have had any computer-type contact with any of the following folks since the start of September, run a virus scan: [livejournal.com profile] catchild, [livejournal.com profile] ebonunicorn, [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins, [livejournal.com profile] omimouse, and [livejournal.com profile] warinbear.

Our computers are on a network. One of those computers is going through an epic-level de-bug and ressurection process due to a particularly nasty virus. Virus name: Vundo.b It is a Trojan, and it is a nasty little sonuvabitch.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
The past month has been stressful in the extreme. I most likely follow [livejournal.com profile] catchild in creating a multiples filter, if that tells you anything about what the past month has been like.

Letting folks know that I'm okay and everything. The family is dealing with some major changes and growth stuff, so we're all kind of internally focused right now. LJ sort of slid by the wayside for a while.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
What's been going on, let's see . . . I turned 24 last week, on Sept. 8. Bear-Cub baked a surprise carrot cake for me on the day. Not that she knew it at the time, but carrot cake was my absolutely most favourite kind of cake when I was about her age. So, happy bouncy Omimouse. [livejournal.com profile] warinbear did something nasty to his back on Thurday night, and wound up going to see a doctor about it on Friday. We had the actual party for my birthday on Saturday. Tacos, cake, and ice cream. I worked on Warin's back for almost three hours straight that evening. It seems to have helped a lot; his pain levels were considerably lower on Sunday. [livejournal.com profile] catchild spent most of Saturday volunteering at the local Red Cross office.

We spent most of Sunday gaming. Good game, overall. I like playing an archer who is capable of hitting targets that are most of a mile away from her. Her bow is damn near bigger than she is, but it's a good bow. It's also enchanted, hence the phenomanal range.

Warin was feeling much better by today. We handled various and sundry housework stuff, and met the kids at the bus stop. Then Catchild checked her e-mail. She wound up using my computer, I think because hers was running something that meant no using it until it was done. When an incrediby angry looking Catchild poked her head out my bedroom door a few minutes later, I knew there was a problem.

Kathy (Warin's mom) contacted the school. She was looking for info about Bear-Cub's teachers, what classes she was in, when the school had open houses and PTA meetings, and so on and so forth. This after she had been told she was to have no contact with the girls. Period.

We'll be talking with the school about what we're going to do about this.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
Someone please wake me up when the shit is out of the way. Or when I can help. Or when Drkn has actually gotten enough sleep. Or when Phooka will let me hold her and cuddle her.

-sigh- My ability to care about anything other than basic survival is incredibly just now. I'm very tired, and I am probably going to carefully forget most of what Drkn was saying this evening, simply because I know that he hasn't really been sleeping all that much for the past two weeks, and that makes his temper fly away into the stratosphere.

I am going to go do meaningless stuff on the computer now.

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