It’s not quite time to reflect yet, but I’m a scarcity around here anymore, so here is what you get. My going to Bronycon started as a joke. I’m too unhealthy to go to a new city on my own. We certainly didn’t have the funds. Plus I would land and leave again to go to Mexico within 24 hours. But we made it work. I’ve told a few people, but the reason I disappeared for a few years was that I was pregnant. And then I wasn’t. It was a dark time for me. I’ve had a few forum members apologize to me b
I’ve been going to a neurologist for a long time. I’ve had migraines since the age of around 11. They’ve never been as bad as some people I know, but they suck all the same. My neurologist suggested back at the end of September that my migraines might be seizures. At first I was in denial. Then I was busy through October and November traveling. Finally at the beginning of December I was able to get an EEG. It took until today to get the follow up appointment because of scheduling shenanigans. I
I finally got to see my best friend for the first time since thanksgiving day. I gave her a gift card, and a t-rex pin because she loves dinosaurs. Kind of lame, but my mind wasn’t really in Christmas mode after international travel. Anyway she got me the coolest friggen Christmas gift ever. Or rather made it for me, and I love them.
She made our OCs as miniatures. My OC is a unicorn, and hers is a pegasus, but it was so incredibly thoughtful that she bought the figures, and painted
I’ve had migraines since I was 14, I actually clearly remember getting my first one. Lately they’ve been stupid manageable to the point where I’ve not had one since December 16 of last year. The reason for that is I’m on an anti migraine pill that helps with all over pain, which is a thing I have. It’s also anti seizure, and my doctor is worried that the pill isn’t blocking migraines, but rather seizures. Cool. Love that for me.
So I had an EEG today. I had been trying to get ahold of the h
Nord VPN has verified that it was compromised in March 2018. VPNs have been making money hand over fist with deceptive marketing practices, as they basically advertise that they are a one stop shop for all of your online safety needs, and that's just not true. It's kind of like owning a house. You can't just put a lock on your front door and call it good. It depends on the neighborhood you live in, how often you're home, if you trust your neighbors, etc. You'll want to have several layers of sec
I’m briefly home. I went on a Disney cruise, and was fabulously sunburnt. Got to go snorkeling, which is among one of my favorite things to do. Odd since for those who know me well know I detest water. Being wet, baths, showers, rain, pools, swimming, wet dogs, you name it, not a fan. But I adore snorkeling. Didn’t care for the second degree sunburn.
Anyway I got to talk to IT onboard the ship, which was rad. I think they enjoyed speaking to someone in a normal tone, rather than getting yel
I think I’m funny, just humor me with the title.
I’m pretty private, but I’m all about technology, especially med tech, so I decided to share this because it’s cool. Plus most people on the forums won’t encounter one unless it’s attached to an older relative.
I have a heart issue. I’m fine, it’s related to something else I’ve got, but I’ve got an enlarged aorta, and my blood tends to pool in my legs when I stand, causing serious dizziness and lightheadedness. So to make sure it’s not
I've been waiting since Mother's Day to pick up my rabbits from the animal shelter. The US Mother's Day was on 12 May, so two and a half weeks. It was only supposed to be a couple of days, and I was actually supposed to pick them up the day after my birthday, on the 18th, but there was a double booking with the surgeon, so that didn't happen, but they're home now!
Anyway, I've had two rabbits before, one died about a year and a half ago. She was the first pet I got with my husband, she was
I like every season aside from Winter. I find Winter to be truly lovely, but I’m not much for Christmas, and cold makes my body ache. Back to Spring. Spring means it’s starting to warm up, my birthday is on the way, and baby critters are imminent. We’ve adopted all of our pets this time of year, usually this week. And this year is no acceptation. 2017 my husband and my’s first pet that we got together, a mini lop rabbit died due to liver failure. Our deaf, poorly behaved, commanding, fearless ra
I used to make plushies. I enjoyed it a lot but they just weren’t lucrative enough for me to keep doing so I decided that I’d rather do something I love, and make them for friends and family rather than profit, and get my degree in something I loved. Cool? Cool.
So I started working on my degree, and it’s great. Then I get this great internship, and start shopping for clothes that make me look less slummy than I usually do. Except that uh, yeah everything I look at looks like garbage. Neat
I moved in January. I love it here. I relocated from Marin county, an area I borderline despised due to the feel of entitlement that emanated from most denizens, to Austin, Tx. As soon as I arrived, I felt like I was home. My husband and I chose where we lived, which was not the case in Marin, a house owned by his father, and while a beautiful house, was never home. We hated our neighbors on one side who lied, stole, and declared themselves 'the good neighbors' (a direct quote, mind you) after t
I gripe regularly about my disability. I try not to whine about the pain, as it would be all I talk about, but the disability itself, I'm pretty open about. I'll cover it again, though.
I have Ehler Danlos type 3, also known as hypermobility type. It's not the kind that will cause me to drop dead, luckily. It does cause me a lot of pain and discomfort. It also causes this:
Like my nails? Teehee. All my joints do that, but it's most obvious in my hands. Anyways, I recently got a new presc
Or rather, my cat found a thing. Luckily my 85 pound (36ish kg) dog is really protective of small animals, and saved it. We have not washed it. Rather, it's covered in dog slime. Yippee. I figure at this point it doesn't need to be traumatized any further by washing it. Husband Horse has gone to whole foods to get it some goat milk, the recommended diet for a critter that size. I don't have high hopes of it living. It doesn't seem to be injured, but with something that size, you never know. If
Not the forums. Besides, announcing my departure in that way isn't my style. Nor my staff position, though my current member title contradicts that. Since February Husband Horse and I have been working on moving to Texas from California. Aside from several months abroad, we've both lived here our whole lives. Now we're moving not only halfway across the country, but away from our parents. Now, being that we're grown ass adults, you'd think this would be no big deal. This turns out to be the exac
It's my two year wedding anniversary today! Yay! So, Husband, @, Brother In Law, Brother In Law's girlfriend who is far too good for Brother in Law and I are all going out (further) into the wood to make some gluten free smores, get eaten by bugs, and do other...camping things. Only overnight, but I'm excited!
But why camping? Well, camping is a hell of a lot cheaper than a hotel. I actually was the one who suggested that we go sleep in the theoretical wild, and I suppose since it's only 10
Can you tell I've been listening to too much Blue October recently?
I've talked before about medical issues I've had in the past, and while I've never been afraid of needles (too many piercings and tattoos as proof), I'm terrified of having IVs done. Having had large quantities of blood replaced in my body by outside sources has made me extremely squeamish when it comes to having my veins punctured, even just having blood drawn was horrifying. So much so that I've had PTSD nightmares many a
Soooo yesterday morning at around 6am I woke up because the back of my hand was itching. This is in no way abnormal, so I popped a short acting allergy pill and went back to sleep. When I woke up, I had a gnarly rash on the back of my hand. Hives are in no way unusual for me, but they are generally tiny bumps, and not big red patches. The night before was a lazy day since that night I needed to pick up some family at the airport, and I came into contact with nothing that would normally set me of
I make plushes, and I love it, but I don't see myself as being an artist. To me, I'm using someone else's pattern, and while it's hugely edited from the original pattern, the credit still belongs to someone else. I see sewing from someone else's pattern to be more along the logical than artistic side, as I am following someone else's directions to put together an end product. I guess that's why I've gotten really good at putting Ikea furniture together.
No matter what though, crafting someth
I'm currently working on a Rarity plush, and so far she looks amazing. There's one issue: Even though I wear gloves during the process, white picks up every speck of dust in the room, and collects oil faster than the bottom of a McDonald's fry container, which had been stressing me out like mad, since Rarity is white, not a drab off-white gross...thing. Considering how many of us in the fandom have white plushies, I figured I would pass the word along.
After pouring over the internet hoping
Dumb cat is home! And at the rate that he's costing us, he better start shitting gold. Like yesterday.
Sigh. At least he's home. And alive. And some bank exec is making a very nice living off the credit we've used saving Dumb Ass's life. He's also got these stylin' bald spots on his legs where they did ...vet things. He also gets special (expensive) food from now on. Lucky him. He will forever be fed in the crate of shame.
Where's my special food? I want special food.
I think this week ju
I made a blog before about my cat, and how he had a gaping hole in his leg that I have no idea how he got it. That recovered fine, he walks with a mild limp occasionally. Anyways, about a week back he was acting funny, so he got put on antibiotics because he had a fever. Then today I noticed he was laying on the floor under my sewing desk, a place he only inhabits if I'm working.
I approached him, and he shied away from me, something he never does because I'm his favorite person in the whole
I'm poor. People in their 20s generally (but not always) are. So I figured I could pass along my money saving secrets for the girls (or guys!) of the forums. I make a lot of stuff from home, especially beauty products. So here's my recipe for homemade shower scrub:
Coconut oil (virgin, unbleached, uncooked)
Granulated white sugar
1 whole citrus fruit
Several heaping spoonfuls of honey
Vanilla extract for smell
If it needs it, melt the coconut oil. Do not put it in the microw
So last year about this time I wrote a blog post about myself. I s'pose it's time for an update.
Thanks to a suggestion from Wingnut's awesome roommate, I've begun making plushies. It's been a slow start, and a long process, but I'm starting to get good. Right now there are only two pieces, but the third is almost finished. I'm really excited about it. I started sewing when I was a kid, because my family was poor. Like really, really poor. The only way that my brother and I would be able to
