Jun. 26th, 2009

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So, tomorrow I'm headed back to Iowa for TrekFest in Riverside. I've been meaning to go for two years now. It finally took chronic unemployment for me to give it a go. It's going to be me, my father, a shit ton of Trekkies, and some tractors. I think. This weekend's gonna be bizarre, but I'm determined to get some good pictures out of it. I doubt I'll be able to make it to the autograph signing or any of the events at the casino, but I'm not sure. I think I'd be too afraid to meet the stars. If I met Nichelle Nichols, I'd just go on about how Uhura has my dream job. And, if I met George Takei, I'd be tempted to ask him about Masi Oka instead of ST. Not that one really gets to interact with stars at autograph signings, but you know. Fangirl heart attacks. I am prone to them.

The cleaning of the basement is slow going, but still progressing. There have been a few snags. Unsurprisingly, my father is still being a stick in the mud about it. We had to drag him downstairs to sort through his books. And, for most of it he just pouted in the corner with the dog and gave angry "yay" or "nay"s as we went along. The other big snag was my mother's surprise fury that I'd blogged about this. She was furious and humiliated that I hadn't kept the basement her deep, dark secret. As she does with everything, she shed tears over it. I think she's now reconciled with the fact that others in the world are aware our house is a mess. But, I was rather blindsided by it.

At least charity is benefiting from all this pain. We've taken at least 3 car loads of children's toys, games, exercise equipment, bedding, and clothing to the local DAV. (And 4 trips to the recycle center!) Oh, man. DAV Thrift. Love that place, but I have no idea what the hell the dock workers are smoking. The first time we went, the guy there asked me why my husband wasn't helping me drop this stuff off. I guess I just looked very suburban housewife to him. Then again today, one of the guys unloading the truck was making eyes at me and smiling excessively. What the fuck? So, the all of the male population of the country ignores me but for any male that works at DAV Thrift? I don't know.

Been working on the flower girl dress for Hotaru's sister's wedding and it's rather fug. I feel bad about it. I have the flexibility to fix it, and will, but I feel like a Grade A dick right now. I let my apprehension about my serger delay me for, what, two weeks? Not cool. Hotaru isn't expressly angry, but she and her sister have the right to be. Gawd. This thing is just cursed. I finally got into the groove of working on it a day or two ago and the power went out. What is that?

Also, today my sibling received word that she passed her NCLEX/Nursing Boards. Finally! I've been an unwilling participant in the prep for these for the past two weeks. I've been baby sitting the dog, listening to the gripes, and even went with the sibling to the testing center a week in advance just so she could time how long it would take her to get there on the day of! There was celebratory Sonic slushie time, at least. We left just in time to miss the crazy on the news about Michael Jackson. I threw caution to the wind and bought some flats for my upcoming vacation from unemployment: a trip to DC!

Oh! Yes! That's another thing. My family members stopped bickering and decided upon their collective preferred vacation: Washington DC. When? Oh, pretty much next week on through the 4th of July. It will be crazy, no doubt, but it should also prove pretty interesting as well. I'm looking forward to adding several pins to my bag.

Is it just me or has Live Journal been having trouble lately? Things are loading wrong all over the place and I keep timing out.

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