Happy Birthday New Story ALLIGATOR!

This is Kyaba's look when I started ranting about NaNoWriMo. It was too cute.

So I decided. I'm going to write a new story. I tried to play with all my ideas and the only one that nibbled was the one that refuses to let me use specifics. So I gave up and started something completely new. And dammit, while I was writing today it made me cry. So SAD! But it's going to be really good. I have a feeling it will be anyways. Evil shapeshifting dragon who's older than the eldest dragon alive plus emotionally tattered heroine who can reach into the magic dimension= potential for awesome. Just today I wrote 3,808 words. So if I keep going like this I'll hit 50,000 in no time!



My in-laws took off the other day. It was really nice to have them around. I think I lucked out with in-laws that aren't super stressful to have in my house. I was a little worried since this is the first time I've had my own house for them to come into. But it was really fun. As you can tell by the look on AssBreakerTony's face they enjoyed the visit too.





ALLIGATOR!!!!!
I remembered my camera AND the cord. So I can show you all the ONE good picture I got of the Alligator before I chickened out and ran away.

Here's the sign by our pond


And here's Le~chomp monster... er I mean... Mr. Alligator.

I had to get to HIS side of the pond for this and when I noticed he was watching me I sorta kinda freaked out and ran away. This is full zoom from 30-35 feet away.

But I'm having issues uploading the video so you guys are just going to have to live without seeing me have the calmest panic attack ever.
However I'm going to double post with a little excerpt from my current NaNoWriMo project so you'll still be entertained. (^_^)

hot knives and 0 stupid 30

Of Hot Knives...

My husband is a genius, but I swear he forgets that sometimes.
While playing with a candle he lit his knife on fire... put it out... noticed how hot it was, and with a rakish grin promptly folded it and stuck it, hot metal against his skin, in it's usual place on his waistband.
I'd like to think of myself as a good wife. In my concern for my husband's well being I ran and got a cup of cold water to cool the metal so it wouldn't burn a hole in his side.
He didn't want me to save him. But damnit I was going to. So I chased him into the bathroom where I promptly had my helping hand slammed in the door. No really he crushed the cup and the knuckles on my palm when I was intelligent enough to think I could splash him and retract my hand before doom ensued. Weird thing is, though it hurts like hell, there's not a single mark to show that love hurts... especially when it closes doors on you.

And 0 Stupid 30...

Assbreaker Tony, one of my 2 father-in-law's, just got out of heart surgery. He had to have 5 bypasses done. Yeah, I thought the max anyone could ever need was 4, shows you what I know about the cardiovascular system and procedures.
The night before we went to visit him in the hospital I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like I was suffocating. Got over it after Jex so sweetly opened the windows and turned on the fan.

Assbreaker Tony is doing ok surgery wise, no complications of a life threatening nature have arisen. Unfortunately he's having a lot of pain and his blood oxygen is a little lower than the doctors want. As far as I know he's still in ICU and will be till further notice. Which is driving him insane.

Knowing he's in no real danger we got back to Podunk from Atlanta near midnight. I was so tired. So tired that my usual 30-90 minute wind down time before I got to blissful sleep was cut down to 3 or less. Yeah.
But wouldn't you know that my body hates me? It does. Because I woke up at 0 stupid 30! 4:30 AM! What the crap is that?! Nothing is on TV at 0 stupid 30, we don't have internet at the house most the time, it's too dark for me to feel comfortable walking by myself in the wooded outskirts of Podunk. I ended up taking that walk anyways all 5k of it, and I stopped to pet every dirty country dog that wagged it's tail at me, and at every black berry bramble on the way to steal some of the juicier berries from the birds.

It's not even noon yet and I've been up for 6 hours. This feels so weird.

the 80's are out there

Ok, so for most of you the 80's don't seem like that long ago. Heck, even I feel like they've only just ended, and I didn't even really grow up in them (early 90's foo).
But they are definitely over, and certain aspects of the 80's have the ability to make me bust a gut every time,.

So when my father-in-law (who will henceforth be known as Dadio)found an old 80's work out shirt and tried to convince us that it belonged to Jex I thought I was going to die. Dadio has a handle bar mustache and slicked back thinning hair; imagining him in the little cut off gray T was bad enough. But when Jex slid it over his aerodynamically muscled body and started doing Napoleon dynamite moves I couldn't take it. The fit of giggles was too much and literally rolled me straight off the bed.
The father and son banter was just a cherry on the cake.

Dadio: Man, you're so gay.
Jex: This is your shirt, that makes you gay.
Dadio: The 80's were gay! And it's your shirt, turd.
Jex: Admit it this shirt is yours.
Dadio: Nah, it must be one of Witchy's.
Jex: *Napoleon Dynamite Dance as his dad stands behind him and pretends his eyes are melting*

Yup... I love my in-laws