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Quick update! [May. 11th, 2014|06:27 pm]
Ros
I had a baby! Her name is Clara, she is 23 days old today, and she is pretty much the best ever. She is very much a "with" baby - as long as she's with someone, life is fine and she's pretty chill. Just don't try to put her down...

Both Oliver and I are doing pretty well. Maternity leave and paternity leave is the only reason either of us are managing so well, and I'm so thankful we live in Quebec.
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Pregnancy Rant (But Not About Pregnancy) - don't say I didn't warn you [Apr. 17th, 2014|11:27 am]
Ros
Disclaimer #1: the next person who tells me a horror story about pregnancy, childbirth, or body-issues relating to pregnancy in general is getting a fist to the face. I'm not fucking kidding. Disclaimer #2: I'm (mostly) managing to be polite to people's faces, but it's wearing really. damn. thin. So ranting on LJ seemed more sensible than exploding at the next person who does this. And yes, I trust that there'll be a next one, it's been frequent enough.

Topic of the rant: people are fucking inconsiderate and it's pissing me right the hell off. Basically.

So. People. If there's a pregnant woman in front of you (like, really severely pregnant), you have a few options. You can ask how it's going, you can talk about food/books/movies/politics/cars/sports/culture in general, you can talk about, I dunno, cute baby clothes or whatever else you're excited about that might be relevant to the situation at hand. You know what you can do but really really shouldn't? Go into great detail about everything that can go wrong with pregnancy, about the horrors of childbirth (this includes anything about ripping, tearing, large amounts of bleeding, internal organs being shredded, unbearable pain, and death of either the mother or the child - all of which people have felt was appropriate to tell me about in great detail within the last month. I don't even. What??) So, y'know: don't fucking do that, hmmm? What on EARTH makes you think this is appropriate? Or helpful? Shut up and go sit and think about what you've just said.

Also. It's common knowledge that pregnancy goes about 40 weeks, yes? So if someone has reached 41 weeks, please don't send daily text messages or facebook messages asking if the baby is there yet. If it was, you'd know - trust me, the woman carrying said baby is more impatient to have it out than you are, at that point. So back off. Not helping.

And if a woman is reaching 42 weeks of pregnancy, the doctors will usually start talking about scheduling an induction. At 42 weeks, a) the woman tends to be sick and effing tired of everything hurting (and seriously: it's all pretty ok until about 39 weeks, but at this point everything hurts, ok?) but also b) everything supporting the child (placenta, etc) starts to degrade and the risks to the baby start getting higher, and it tends to be in everyone's best interest to get this done. At that point, can we all please assume that the pregnant woman in question is aware of what's being scheduled? Is making the best decision possible for her body/her child/her circumstances/her family? Is potentially (hypothetically) scared shitless of the entire birthing process, especially when chemically induced, and is still making the best decisions with the information available? So, working with that assumption, could people PLEASE stop going on and on and fucking ON about how induction is SO scary and SO painful and has SO many risks and leads to SO much pain and SO many c-sections? The (relevant) information is known, and your scare tactics are NOT FUCKING HELPING, SO SHUT UP.

Also, just generally speaking: the number of times I've been told that there are (hypothetical, unproven) links between things a pregnant woman can do (take tylenol, take antidepressants, get an induction, etc) and autism is getting mind-boggling. So, until the CAUSE of autism is actually known, could everyone please also shut up about that (and, while we're at it, not talk about vaccinations and autism I can't believe that's still a thing)? And potentially try to keep in mind that, y'know, the woman carrying said child is also supposed to LIVE for 9 months, and that her sole purpose isn't being a chemical-free incubator for that time period? Hmmm?

*grump*
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(no subject) [Apr. 6th, 2014|07:15 pm]
Ros
The perils of cat ownership:

- The cats claw at the couch, despite all attempts at training.
- Being the sort of person who cares about the aesthetics of my living space, Instead of buying a new couch or re-upholstering the couch, I buy a slipcover, realizing that buying ANY new couch while I have these cats will result in the same clawed-up appearance.
- The cats claw up the slipcover.
- Realizing that any new slipcover will also wind up ripped to shreds,  I spend a half-hour sitting in the sun darning the blasted slipcover. There are now pulled threads and obvious lines of darning, but no holes.

Darned slipcovers. On my couches. And the cats are across the room, sunbathing, and occasionally looking up at me all like "what? what's your problem?" before rolling over and sunning the other side of their bellies.

It's a good thing they're adorable and cuddly, 'cause man, their sense of self-preservation ain't high right now... 
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This is the sort of post that encourages broad re-evaluations of one's life and career [Aug. 1st, 2013|07:49 pm]
Ros
To make a long story very short: the past 3 weeks have been crisis-mode at work. I've been at work for 10+ hours a day. About 25% of that is actually getting stuff fixed. The other 75% is the politicking problem-fixing dance of the large corporation. This entire thing is working on my very. last. nerve.

Which is to say: I never used to understand how people could just go to work and go home and watch tv and go to bed. But now? I get the impulse. I get home, and I'm not necessarily tired, but I just feel... empty. Like, I don't have the impulse to DO anything. I have a lot of things that I want to do/make/write: I just can't face looking at any of those. All I want to do is basically curl up and erase myself until I'm tired enough to go to sleep, and wait until weekend.

Guys? This isn't how I want to live my life. This sucks.

Consequentially:
- I have a holiday planned at the end of the month. I will be with my husband, next to a lake, with good food, books, plans, and no work email access.
- Work has until then to shape up. Otherwise, active job-hunting ensues.
- My plans for the future are getting a lot more varied. None of them involve corporate. I've got a firm 5-year limit on that, for keeping-a-grip-on-sanity-hope-and-joy reasons.
- In 5 years, we will be far away from city, large amounts of people, and large corporations. Specifically, we are being good enough at managing our finances (aka: not buying a lot of things that other people consider bare necessities) that we should be able to pull it off without being completely screwed. I have hopes!

Basically: if there's no end in sight, I'm gonna make an end and stick to it. I refuse to turn into the person who makes this my life. This is No Good. 
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(no subject) [Jul. 15th, 2013|10:18 pm]
Ros
Today, my husband and I took a hairdryer, a flathead screwdriver, and brute force to my laptop screen, attempting to pry off the (shattered) glass.

It worked. I now have a fully-functional and uncracked macbook again, with the caveat that a cat hair (naturally) crept into the screen as we were closing it up.

Still. As far as home-done repairs of electronics go, I'm gonna call this one a win - I was REALLY not looking forward to unexpectedly buying a new laptop.

Conclusion: success!

(Conclusion #2 is that it takes a particular sort of determination to use a hairdryer on a computer for over an hour while already in 30-degree heat, but whatever. No judging.)
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People are odd. AKA: the porn post. [Jul. 10th, 2013|09:04 pm]
Ros
Last night, I was hanging out with people - old friends, and their friends. We were all a few drinks in, and I was whining about my computer being broken, which obviously led to jokes about my computer breaking as a result of what it's seen, to which I responded something along the lines of "well, it's certainly seen enough porn for that to happen, so, sure, wevs", 'cause what else am I gonna say to that, y'know? I mean, it's not like I have shame or anything.

Which, in turn, led to 2 of the guys insisting that women never admit to watching porn, and a thinly veiled interrogation on What Porn Women Watch(tm). Therefore, public service announcement:

1) If someone is inclined to watch porn, male or female, they'll watch what they think is hot and/or the people they think are attractive. There is no gender-specific monopoly on this.

1.5) If the person is of a literary inclination, this might include reading in addition to watching. Note: this does not mean only romance novels. I'm talking smut here. Don't revert to sad sad gender stereotypes.

2) If you're attracted to men, you likely won't be watching most commercially-produced straight porn. Also, seriously, how hard can it be to find attractive dudes who want to do porn, argh.

3) This directly follows from point #2: most straight women I know watch some gay porn. Most straight men I know occasionally watch lesbian porn. How those same men can then be confused about some women watching gay porn, I don't know, but I'm going to blame it on a disturbing lack of imagination.

4) If the person is into specific kinks, they'll probably watch things relating to that kink every so often. I trust this is self-explanatory? Ok then.

5) Don't ask "but where do you find porn you like". Come on. Where do you find the porn you like. (Hint: when all else fails, try tumblr.)

... Any other blatantly obvious statements I should add to this? 'cause, seriously, I'm about to inform them that rain is vaguely humid, at this point. 
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Computer woes [Jul. 10th, 2013|08:43 pm]
Ros
Complaint: the screen on my 4-year-old macbook is cracked (the LEDs don't seem to be affected, but the crack is growing a bit, so I've only got so much time to fix it). Apple charges 600$+ for replacements. I am pondering Options. Option #1 involves trying to fix it myself, via the logic that once the crack spreads and screws up the screen, the computer will be next-to-useless regardless, so it might be worth a shot. Option #2 involves trying to coax life out of the thing for as long as possible before simply replacing it altogether. I'm thinking option 1 is preferable, because it might give a chance of NOT having to completely replace my computer within the next few months (and, if it fails, well, I was gonna have to replace it anyway...).

Which, speaking of computer replacements: replacement laptop, or ipad+desktop? I could share the desktop with The Husband, which would generally make sense, since his needs replacing (it is kind of failing to do anything much other than make wheezing noises) and he already has an ipad. Basically, I want something I can do random reading/email/novels/looking up of things/etc while lazing about on the couch, and something where I can actually write/edit pictures/etc, and I'm not necessarily (I don't think?) married to having them be the same device. So. Ppl with ipads. Is this something you'd recommend?
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Suburban Stupidity [May. 31st, 2013|09:10 pm]
Ros
Bike to the grocery store, I said.

I haven't ridden a bike in 10 years, but how hard can it be, I said.

It's close - only about 20 blocks away, I said.

I'm not that out of shape, I said.

Well, my groceries and I both made it home. I didn't fall off the bike (given my sense of balance, that was actually a concern...)

I can't feel my thighs, and I think I might die. So. Erm. I really gotta get in shape. Groceries by bike until this gets better, 'cause this is effing ridiculous.
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Things that make life worth living [May. 1st, 2013|08:33 pm]
Ros
1) A husband who is Smoking Hot in a suit and provides make-outs on request.

2) Pomegranate margaritas. Just saying.

3) Green olives stuffed with prosciutto and provolone. Mmmmm.

4) A repairdude who FINALLY got the replacement part on my oven and promises to be by tomorrow to fix it.

5) Buckwheat crepes stuffed with ham, cheese, and veggies.

Conclusion: hot boys, cocktails, and good food definitely make life better.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2013|10:28 pm]
Ros
God, I am so fucking lucky.

(aka: the past few weeks have been incredibly rough and shitty... but this evening is some kind of excellent  and the rest of the universe can be put on hold.)
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Apparently other people have the same relationship with books that I have... [Jan. 7th, 2013|12:26 pm]
Ros
Excerpt from Patrick Rothfuss's blog

"My life has always operated on a book-based economy.

When I was a kid, that’s where my allowance went, and things didn’t change much in high school, either.

In college, I was all kinds of poor. It wasn’t odd for me to go 6 months without buying clothes. I once wore the same pair of shoes for three years. I even cut my own hair a couple times to save money.

But I bet I never went a full two weeks without buying a book.

Through all of this, the only breaking mechanism on my book hoarding tendencies was money. I was poor as a kid, poor as a student, poor as a teacher….

And then I got published. Suddenly not only did I have money to spend and to lend, but every book I bought was tax deductible. Which was important because now I had enough money for the government to want some of it.

So I bought books. So many books. Crazy amounts of books. I bought books until I ran out of shelf space. Then I bought shelves until I ran out of space in my house. I’m thinking of buying a new house now, and you know what one of the biggest reasons is? I need more space for books. I’m not even kidding."


Other than the "published writer" bit of things, that's basically a summary of my life. Sigh. All the books, I love them so
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Bah, humbug [Jan. 5th, 2013|03:15 pm]
Ros
Being a girl sucks. I swear, my right ovary is trying to escape out of the front of my stomach, and someone gave it knives. There's no other explanation for this. Oww.

My husband kinda rocks, though: he brings sympathy and hot water bottles and advil and promises to go watch hobbits with me when the advil kicks in, and in the meantime he pets my hair and tells me I'm pretty. I mean, really, other than lack of pain, there's not much else I can ask for.
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Year-End Reflections [Dec. 31st, 2012|01:26 pm]
Ros
2012 was, overall, an excellent year.

I got a job I enjoy, and it is important and uses my skills and pays well. I manage an excellent team, my boss is competent and not batshit, and the work itself is relatively interesting. While this is not necessarily the job I want to be doing for the rest of my life (or, hell, for the next 5 years...) it definitely works for now.

I got married to the most excellent man I could imagine having in my life, and I'm grateful to have him. He is sweet and kind and understanding and smart and hot as hell and sarcastic and nerdy and wicked-good in bed, and he basically helps make my life more awesome.

I spent time with my family, and, while things aren't always easy (because extended family...) my mother and father and siblings pulled through admirably, and we all got through the crap with as little drama as possible, and I love them all to pieces.

I learned to balance my time, aka recognize that I'm an introvert at heart and that time alone is important, dammit. I've managed to figure out the amount of time that I'm willing to spend at work (40 hours a week outside of crunch-times, and those had better not be too frequent) and to prioritize the rest of my time for my husband, time alone, time with my sister, and time with my friends. Outside of the past holiday period, I've figure this out well enough that I haven't wanted to curl up in a ball and cry from general oh-god-cannot-deal, which is a major improvement over the past several years.

Managing my time differently has meant not seeing my close friends as often as I'd like. I'll admit that those choices can be painful, but they're also necessary for my grip on everything and for my general sanity, and, while I'm sorry about the time-and-sanity issue, I'm grateful that I have excellent friends and I love them to bits and I'm so glad I have them around.

We moved into an excellent apartment. It's huge, overlooks a park, has giant windows and lots of sunlight and a veranda and an enormous kitchen, and is the first place I've lived in that I can see myself settling into for several years (or, y'know, until we buy a house and leave the city...), as opposed to past apartments, which have been cheap-and-will-do kind of places. It is very affordable, the landlord rocks, we have reserved parking, and, overall, it's a great place.

So, in conclusion: thanks, 2012. You've basically rocked it hard for me. May 2013 be just as kick-ass.
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(no subject) [Dec. 27th, 2012|10:04 am]
Ros
Snow day as a child: Wooohooo!

Snow day as an adult, step 1: panicked phone call with the only other office manager on call today, along with the half-staffed HR. Emails to clients, switching of phone line messages, advising all employees and IT staff...

Snow day as an adult, step 2: Woohoo!

Basically: the beauty of adulthood is being the one who can call a snow day. Coffee and baileys, here I come!
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Holidays [Dec. 26th, 2012|08:13 pm]
Ros
The +s: my in-laws, my parents, my siblings, my husband. Amazing food. Mimosas and gugelhopf for breakfast. People liking the gifts I'd picked out or made for them. Receiving an amazing huge and well-restored cast-iron pot, as well as homemade limoncello and a lovely necklace and bookends shaped like bunnies and a dalek for our tree. Decent weather. Dogs and cats being utterly adorable. Cocktails with friends.

The -s: extended family being jackasses. My adoptive aunt+uncle being jackasses. Having a really bad cold all through Christmas.

Overall, it worked out, but I'd still take less illnesses and jackassery, if anyone is taking requests for next year... :)
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(no subject) [Dec. 5th, 2012|08:31 pm]
Ros
I'm the kind of femme that destroys things with a crowbar while wearing 4-inch heels, because, srsly guys, if you're gonna wear those things you have to ROCK them.
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Domestic blather [Dec. 3rd, 2012|07:19 pm]
Ros
You guys, I think I've turned out more bourgeois than I'm willing to deal with.

I put up a Christmas tree this year (because they smell good and cuddling in front of a tree makes me happy), and have so far refused to buy any ornaments because I'm not spending money on crappy mass-produced ornaments wtf. I have bought a small hedgehog ornament (totally adorable!) but have otherwise appropriated/modified enough things to have a tree hanging with dried fruit and spices and re-painted animal-shaped toys. It smells glorious with spices and oranges on it, even if I feel really silly.

Once the tree was up and the apartment was clean, my parents came over for dinner. I made a 3-course meal (sweet potato/beet/goat cheese stacks as an appetizer, boeuf bourguignon with potatoes, and ice cream with brandy-preserved cherries), complete with appropriate (and local) wine selections (sparkling cider, a lovely bourgogne that my mother brought over, and an iced pear cider). They bought over the two boxes of my grandparent's wedding china that I have inherited.

You guys. I'm now in possession of a full set of formal gold-plated china. WTF?? Who TRUSTS me with this stuff?

My mother was going to get rid of it completely; I was like "... give it to ME!!?!" And then made a bid for the family crystal and silver, because I'm nothing if not practical, and seriously, the stuff is PRETTY (silver? Crystal? China?? Wtf happened to me...)
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This is seriously not my day, you guys [Nov. 27th, 2012|12:43 pm]
Ros
I woke up this morning with a bad headache, took some pills, and left the house to go to work about 20 minutes late, but feeling a bit better, only to discover the inside of my car filled with broken glass and with most of what used to be in the glove compartment of my car (for the record: they stole an old+crappy GPS, a half-bag of dried strawberries and kiwi, a small bag of almonds, and a tube of eyeliner and lipstick. They left the CDs, ipod chargers, and spare change.)

So: plans revised. Trip to the police station to file a report, garage appointment this afternoon to get the passenger side window replace and the car emptied of broken glass... ugh. Fuck this. Seriously, can I just take more advil, hit the reboot button, and go to bed and start over? This was totally not worth waking up for... (And, dear god, you guys: car windows are $$$$$ to replace, wtf.)

That said:

1) I'm thankful that I'm in the relatively small minority of people with enough disposable income that a broken car window (and missing personal items) at the end of the month and a month before the holidays won't break the bank. It'll make things a bit tighter, sure, but we'll be fine.

2) I'm thankful for an understanding boss who didn't mind me just calling in and explaining that I wasn't coming in today. I'm also thankful that I still had personal days left this year even if we're at the end of November.

3) I'm thankful that I'm visibly privileged enough that a trip to the police station to report theft+car damage isn't a big deal. I'm aware that this is not the case for everyone, and that many people who chose to not report something because dealing with the police does tend to be complex.

4) I'm thankful for my landlord, who was in the garage and knows everyone (or so it seems), and who was able to point me towards the only garage that had the window in stock and could replace it this afternoon at a decent (well, still expensive, but) price.

The situation is shitty, but I'm well-aware that I'm in a much better spot to deal with this than a whole lot of other people would be.
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TMI [Nov. 20th, 2012|11:09 pm]
Ros
Ok, seriously: TMI warning.

I have a Mirena, am disgustingly happy with it, and have not had a period in 4 years and 9 months. Until, obviously, now.

This is painful, and uncomfortable, and kinda icky, and tampons are way more uncomfortable than I remember. How the hell do women DO this every month?? Like, seriously: wtf? Body, shape up: this is not the bargain we made.
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Oh, life [Nov. 9th, 2012|04:05 pm]
Ros
So, I have a new bed. It is basically the most comfortable thing ever. It is HUGE. I kind of never want to leave it.

Unfortunately, I'm also so tired I've got a pounding headache. I'm all like, hey, new bed? I want to curl up in the awesome flannel sheets and get Oliver in there and fall asleep on him SO HARD.

... This is totally the universe getting back at me for laughing at the idea of being a grown-up, right? Because there's gotta be a better way of breaking in a new bed.
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Oh, mothers [Nov. 9th, 2012|02:01 pm]
Ros
I told my mom that I was at home waiting for our new bed to be delivered.

Me: "It'll be nice! Pillowtop, king sized..."
Mom, brightly: "Oh, you're getting a playground!"

Thanks, ma. Thanks.
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Oh, sisters [Nov. 7th, 2012|09:23 pm]
Ros
So, post-elections, I show my sister the mash-up of Fox's election coverage (here:http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2012/11/fox-news-karl-rove-lose-mind-over-election-results.html)

Reactions included:

Her: "Suck my dick!!"
Me: "... your silicone one?"
Her: "Either one!!"

And

(screaming): "Suck my left nut!!"

And

"Are you fucking joking?? Ros, people can't SAY things like that!!"

... I think that basically sums up adequate reactions to watching Fox, personally.
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(no subject) [Oct. 13th, 2012|09:22 pm]
Ros
Shopping with my sister is clearly awesome.

We went to the Marche aux Puces. I found (well, she found for me) a dresser for the bedroom and a gorgeous huge painting that I kinda fell in love with (both, together, cost less than I was expecting to pay for a dresser). She found an amazing wool rug with gorgeous vintage-y geometric patterns.

Seriously, you guys. She's magic. You just wander around with her and cheap vintage things start calling your name and coming home with you. Magic sisters are clearly the best ones to take shopping, right?
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(no subject) [Sep. 24th, 2012|08:29 pm]
Ros
The past month has been, in short, frantic. New York trip, followed by 60+hour workweeks, an audit at work, missing work to deal with family issues, more work... It should have been calming down, so I was hoping to spend the week relaxing and maybe hanging out with friends.

Instead, my body appears to have figured out that the stress is over, and that this is the IDEAL time to get sick.

Damn and blast. Ugh. I'll be here, with my tissues, blanket, and soup.
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The best part about being able to cook [Sep. 16th, 2012|10:18 pm]
Ros
I've discovered that, by not eating gluten, I eliminate the two most annoying health issues that the doctor couldn't solve, and that I've been taking medication for for the past 2 years. Pleasing, yet frustrating: gluten is in EVERYTHING, and one of my symptoms is a really bad rash (which then goes away with relatively high doses of cortisone, which I've been taking for 2 years...). Gah.

On the flip side, I LOVE food. And I love cooking. And if I'm craving one specific thing, Nothing Else Will Do.

The best part of cooking, in this case, is craving roasted bone marrow on toast with parsley-shallot-caper-lemon on top (I had it in a restaurant a few years ago, and it was amazing, but it was also $$$$). So: I made gluten-free bread, made toast, got veal shanks at the butcher's (I got a new kid who didn't know that people bought bones to cook with. Poor sweetie.) roasted everything, and made the desired topping.

Bliss, you guys. Absolute bliss.

Also, for the record, bone marrow on toast is OMFG amazing, and dirt cheap - the gluten-free bread is pricier than the bones.
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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2012|10:47 am]
Ros
So, on Saturday, this happened:



It was a great day. Thanks to everyone who helped out! :)
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(no subject) [Aug. 5th, 2012|06:43 pm]
Ros
Me: "You're silly."

Oliver: "YOU'RE silly."

Me: "Your face is silly."

Oliver: "Your MOM is silly."

Me: "My mom IS silly. Hah!"

... yes. We are, in fact, 12.
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(no subject) [Jul. 28th, 2012|08:32 pm]
Ros
The biggest spider I have ever seen outside an aquarium is currently trapped in my kitchen.

I may have shrieked and somehow wound up on the countertop, freaking out. Erm. Oliver is dealing with it, mostly.

Am now sitting in the living room, freaking out. I'll deal, I promise. If nothing else, there's gin.
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(no subject) [Jul. 26th, 2012|09:28 pm]
Ros
Tonight's dessert: grilled peaches, stuffed with softened mascarpone, bourbon, maple syrup, and pistachios.

GO DO IT.

It may be the best thing I've put in my mouth this year. *cough*
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(no subject) [Jul. 15th, 2012|03:50 pm]
Ros
Moving: done.
Unpacking: done.
BBQ: acquired.
Work: ok.
Various planning: ongoing, and under control.
Free time: NIL.

*sigh*

This is totally the problem with being a grown-up with actual responsibilities...
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