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A Christmas Story.  Every year I watch it with my family. I think I could quote the entire movie by heart if I wanted to.  When my sister moved to England I sent her a copy that was UK formatted, and she said she scared her flatmates silly with her shrieks of excitement.  I don't care how may times I've seen it, it just gets better and better.

Also, Miracle on 34th St, the original.  What a lovely, fun movie. [Error: unknown template qotd]
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10 years ago today I was house sitting for my mom. She was in the process of moving, and while she stayed at the old house, I was staying in the new one. She woke me up with a phone call at just after 6am, PST, and told me to turn on the TV because we were under attack. 

I don't think I moved from that TV for more than an hour that entire day. 

I remember watching the towers fall, the Pentagon get hit, hearing about a plane that had crashed in a field. I remember the silence of the skies, the sound of fighters overhead the only buzzing above us. 

My brother had left for the Air Force the day before, Sep 10th.  I remember we had been in the airport and my dad had talked to a security gaurd about a backpack left by a chair.  He had been concerned about it. This was before you weren't allowed to be in the gate area if you weren't flying, so we had all bundled together to see my baby brother off. 

I remember thinking, "Why are you so embarrassing, Dad? There's no one going to cause a terrorist attack here."

I remember the horror I felt while watching the day unfold, the hope that maybe there was survivors, the fear that it may happen again.  Watching news footage of that day brings it all back, and it seems like it was just the other day that it happened. 

9/11, 2001 changed my life, as it changed the world.  4 months later, 4 days after my 23rd birthday, I raised my hand for the first time and swore to protect the country. 

I hope that we never forget, but I also hope that we don't dwell.  To live our life, to love, to laugh... That is the greatest gift and monument we can give for those who lost their lives that day. 

(((Hugs you all)))

Stay safe, my friends, and take care.
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Hi, all!  I'm sorry I've been quiet lately.  I'm trying not to let pain and depression get me down, and I think I'm starting to climb back up from that hole I was in for a while. 

I went to a sci-fi convention last weekend and had a really good time. I think it helped that I wore my belly dance costume both days, and received so many compliments.  Considering that I weigh more than I am comfortable with, it really made me feel good to have so many people, both men and women, tell me I looked sexy and hot.  I even got felt up a few times, lol!  Both with my consent!  Also, I even got a kiss!  Heeee!  Nothing is going to come of it, but it was nice to flirt and be sexy for a while! 

It was fun, being with people who accept me for who I am, and it reminded me how isolated I became when I went to work from home.  I still like working from home, but I'm really going to try and make sure I get out more and spend time with people.  

I got my vacation time approved at work, so all that is worked out. The only snag I've encountered is that my plane from England is coming in so late to Seattle that there aren't any flight to my hometown until the next day. Gar!  That means I either have to spend the night in the airport, or get a cheap hotel so I can get a few hours sleep before going back to the airport, and yuck!  So I have to see if I can figure it all out and make things work. I may end up catching a later flight on the day after I get back to the sates, and then taking the day after off.  I really want a day to recover from flying and airports and to just spend with the kitties.  

I'm really getting excited about going to England, looking forward to seeing my sister again and some of you all who I've never met in person!  I'm also getting nervous!  Usually flying doesn't scare me, but with long trips, I keep thinking, "Well, wouldn't it suck if the plan crashed!"  So I'm trying not to think about the bad stuff, and just concentrate on the good bits.

I have been searching for a new job, and found one that looked like it would have been really fun, but because it was through the VA center an the person in charge wasn't in, I think I probably missed it.  I'm not too disappointed, because I don't think the timing would have worked out, but I am going to be getting a lot more serious when the trip is over with.  

I'm trying to work on a few stories but my brain seems to have fizzled out.  I owe two people auction stories, which I am trying to get down, and some fills from a Sherlock Holmes community I'm on. There's one story, I call it the angry story, that I really want to finish, but it's very emotionally draining, so I have to give myself enough time to recover form it, lol.  

[livejournal.com profile] forcryinoutloud , [livejournal.com profile] elayna88 , Thanks so much for the gophers!  You guys are awesome!  Thank you so much!  

*Hugs to you all*  My flist rocks!

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It's pretty quiet (knock on wood) today, so I was hoping you all could provide me with some brain fodder.  Give me some ideas for drabbles, ficlets, and little snippets.  I'm mostly doing Sherlock Holmes right now, but LoRT is welcome, and I'll consider dipping my toe into any other fandoms I know of.  

So... Hit me with your best shot!  Really.  Please.  My brain cells are drying up.  They need the moisture of your love!  Or something. 
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Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.

So, for your enjoyment, here are the things I have sitting on my desktop, just waiting for me to finish.  Nobody get their hopes up, though, as the writing muse has once again left the building.  


“I’m –“ Pippin growled, twisting his arm in a vain attempt to free it, “ – not-“  he twisted some more, grimacing as Merry held on the tighter, “-upset!”


Satisfied that Sheppard was once more concentrating on the matter at hand, or rather at the little gizmo in his hand, McKay turned his attention to the woman who was sitting suspiciously closer to his lab table then she had been several minutes ago.


“It looks like a green squid with legs!” Tosh mused loudly as she warily stepped around the bench, stooping after a moment to pick up a walking stick covered with a dripping, congealing blue slime that repelled the rainwater.

All of these are mostly done, but I'm at the point where I'm not quite sure how the heck to finish them.  So, who knows?  Hopefully I'll be able to get one of th em done sometime soon. 

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Ok, I'm writing a Torchwood fic which [profile] lil_banik_slave has been beta-ing for me.   Than you so much, sweetie! But I'm stuck!  I know where I want the story to go, but, really, the words are not coming!   I've rewritten the same scene like five times and each time I end up deleting it.  What do you all do when you end up stuck like this?  I've tried writing different scenes, but apparently my brain only works in a linear fashion and I keep getting sucked back into that difficult scene. 



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