December 25th, 2009


Thank You To My Wonderful Yuletide Writer!

I'll be pimping this in more detail after the reveal, but in the meantime:

Home and Away

It's my Torchwood RPF OTP-John Barrowman and David Tennant, along with the dogs, references to Eccleston, Billie, and Eve (bonus points for Eve's breasts), plus a very believable version of John and
Scott's relationship.

Relatives have all been dealt with.

Yesterday we saw my Grandparents/Aunt/Uncle and cousins plus one cousin's fiancee. Thanks to my cousin Effie for driving us both ways. It was above and beyond the call of duty. Luckily it was a gorgeous day and there was virtually no traffic in the city or on the bridge.

Grandma was fairly lucid. She thought I was blonde, but I'm wondering if she saw my red hair and just couldn't get to that word.

My aunt Peggy made absolutely wonderful latkes.

We opened the presents from my mother, who is notorious for bad presents. She actually came through this year and gave me a set of DVDs with four Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes movies. (I think she got the idea from sister, so thanks to louiseroho if that's the case.) On the other hand, hubby got...a CD of theramin music.

Hubby came with me, which was a lot for him, because he'd been up for twenty-four hours working and got really loopy from fatigue. He wanted to make sure he got to see Grandma, just in case something happened. The rest of the family seems a bit more blase about the possibility, with the statement, "She's been dying for 15 years."

We came home and I made him a steak and we watched some more of Due South, which he really likes, but has dubbed "Touched By a Canadian."

He crashed around ten for some much-needed sleep, while I stayed up to get my [community profile] yuletide story. Whoooooooo-hoooooooo!!!!!!

Right now I'm practicing my stay calm mantra regarding my own comments and recs. Especially since everyone's still learning their way around the new archive.

Got up this AM, went out for an hour of hills around Dolores Park. Then we got a cab up to Laguna Honda to see Pyscho-sis. You may remember, the last time I saw her, she was wasting away and couldn't stand up. She looks so much better now. She's put on weight, had her hair colored, and generally has a much better attitude and outlook. She'll be moving back to her apartment soon. We did presents and hubby played some songs on the mandolin. He tried to sing, but kept crying. (He was singing 2000 Miles by The Pretenders and River by Joni Mitchell)

We also went outside so that Psycho-sis could smoke. There's a place up there called "Harmony Park" which is the de facto smoking area. It was a gorgeous sunny day, so I was able to enjoy second hand smoke and ultra-violet rays.

Anyway, it was quite pleasant and there were no emotional outbreaks, besides a general feeling of sentimentality.

So that's it for relatives.


(I will not obsess about comments. I will not obsess about comments.)
Kari balloons

There were presents here too.

I managed to flake out and leave my notebook at the place we had the party for Grandma. It's a friend's house, so I'll be getting it back, no problem, but I had the super-cool card I got for hubby and a print-out of the tickets.

Instead I cranked up The Wizard and I on I tunes and showed him the PDF on my computer.

He gave me a gift card for Sports Basement.

Considering what we've been through this year, I think we both did just fine. Really, all I ask is a year of no broken bones.

We're going to ride Critical Mass and still get to the Westfield Centre for the 7:00PM showing of Sherlock Holmes. This should be interesting.

Song Lyric Prompt-a-Day 2009 Day 343

Prompts can be used for any fandom, pairing, or even original fic, if you like. (Yes, any.) All I ask is that you credit me with providing the prompt and comment with a link to the entry.

Prompt #343

When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the earth to me
And I believe her
After all this times I don't know why.

Girl-The Beatles
Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
From the album Rubber Soul