margotvankapelle: (internetforever)
Between work and school, I barely know which direction is up.  I really really want to sew, but can't really do that until the Tornado Room (so named because it's a disaster area) is cleared out -- I tried to clear it out myself, but my face broke out in hives and I began to wheeze about five minutes in.  Not good.  So I have to get The Spouse and The Daughter to do that for me...which means it might get done by the end of 2012.  If I'm lucky.

In other news, my sister Mel is driving up from Florida on a quick visit to drop my neice off with my parents for a portion of the summer.  Let's see if Bitz can learn to share Lennie this season.  Unfortunately, Mel is driving up on the weekend with the highest volume of cake sales for the year...Graduation Weekend for FWCS.  I tried to find a replacement (there's a coworker who doesn't normally work weekends), but apparently the only family that matters is the one this cow-irker has, not anyone else's.  Even after I explained that I haven't seen my sister in a couple of years.  I was delighted, let me tell you.  >:-/  So I'm going to have to call off one of the busiest sales days of the year and leave my coworker H screwed with no help.  H and I talked it over and we mutually decided that if I have to call off to see my sister, then Sunday would be the better day.  So that's the game plan.  At least 1 coworker is understanding.

Uh, other than that, school is going well.  One instructor has publicly stated on numerous occasions that she doesn't give A's ever...well guess what lady, you're going to have to change that stance.  *cracks knuckles*

I keep motivating myself by looking at real estate listings and home builders' websites.  Also looking at vehicles, since my poor Lumina will probably last me until I'm out of school (I hope!) but not much longer than that.  I'm kinda leaning in this direction, since that allows for some flexibility as far as cargo and stuff goes but is more fuel-efficient than an SUV or truck.  Or I'd like a Prius.  I'd like 40-odd mpg, you know?
margotvankapelle: (fridaylove)
Boe and I went out to a nice dinner (our weekly payday ritual) tonight, then he went off to the game store to play in his usual Friday evening Magic: The Gathering tournament.  There is something to be said for predictability.

It dawned on me, though, that I really don't have friends I hang out with or go and see on any regular basis...not since [livejournal.com profile] cubsfan57 and her husband Brian-sans-LJ moved to Kansas.  To be honest, it doesn't freak me out the way that it freaks Boe out.  Bless him, he worries that he's just up and leaving me all by my lonesome, in which I will pine away in sheer loneliness.  But I'm far more comfortable being alone than he can imagine -- remember, he has Massive Hangups Indeed when it comes to being by himself, and it is difficult for him to imagine any circumstances in which he is comfortable being by himself for any length of time.  I mean that.  When we were first married, he used to follow me around a ~500 square foot 1 bedroom apartment.   Mercifully, I broke him of that habit about the time we moved into our house.

So anyway.  Being by myself isn't the awful fate for me that Boe seems to think it is.  I'm a bit of an introvert (although a very social one) and being by myself gives me an opportunity to function without being "on".  It's something that I do with every single person -- including Boe.  I am constantly "on", and Friday evenings give me the chance to drop the personae* just a hair.  It's quite refreshing.  Besides which, I DON'T have friends I can just randomly visit, or invite myself over for a cup of coffee, or invite over to our place to get mauled by the dog enjoy some conversation.  I'm pretty much a hermit.  School, work, the internet.  That's my social life.  And that's okay.  Between the social anxiety and constant failure on my part to measure up to how awesome my internet friends are, I'm not sure I could handle meeting y'all in the first place!

Can't convince Boe of that, though.  He worries for my mental health...but him getting that job was the best thing to happen to my mental health since I was put on Wellbutrin. 


*I have several.  At school, I am The Pendantic Wunderkind, at work, the Helpful Bakery Associate, at home, the Practical and Sacrificing Spouse, and on the internet, the Occasionally Witty, Often Bitchy Costumer Who Likes To Talk About Herself. Hence this post.

margotvankapelle: (housekeeper from hell)
I'm doing a test run for the Christmas pecans I'm making for this weekend.  Recipe is here; I added a splash of vanilla extract, a 1/2 tsp of cardamom, a tiny pinch of galingale, a mere dusting of nutmeg (my mom's not real fond of nutmeg or cloves; naturally, I like both), and subbed brown sugar for white.

The house smells AMAZING. 

ETA:  The cardamom overtook the cinnamon just a hair, and they weren't quite as sweet as I'd like.  Hm, I think I'm going to add a 1/4 cup of white sugar to bring the total sugar to 3/4 cup, knock the cardamom down to 1/4 tsp, and try it a bit differently tomorrow.  They are tasty though; Boe will like them because they aren't quite so sweet as the ones I remember from various festivals in the region.  Hm, I wonder if adding a little bit of honey might do the trick instead of the 1/4 cup white sugar...thoughts?
margotvankapelle: (ooooooo)

So to recap:

Random Gamer Guy is gone...but not before stealing a pack of Magic: The Gathering cards Boe had picked up that Friday.  I don't care too much, except Boe is unhappy, and that makes me unhappy.

Boe's temp job is finished up, and now we wait to hear from the agency for another assignment.

I might have tied one on last Friday to celebrate Random Gamer Guy's departure; the hangover served to remind me that I am not as young as I once was, and that my liver hates me.

Boe and I held a little backyard barbecue on Saturday.  Everything was delicious and (as is par the course for me) since I bought too much food, we'll be eating burgers and hot dogs the rest of the week.  But they are delicious, and that's the important part.

My college's financial aid office is screwing around with me, and I don't like it.  My account has been flagged for verification Every. Single. Year. and this year was no exception.  I turned in copies of my tax return on July 18, and my account is STILL "pending, under review."  This means that they have not released my financial aid to the bookstore so I can get my books.  Because school starts in a week, I'm sure all of the used copies of the textbooks have been sold, so I'll either need to rent textbooks (which is what I'm considering) or buy brand new ones.  I am tempted to go to the financial aid office tomorrow and break some heads.

And the only paperwork I'm waiting on to complete my nursing program applications (yes, two:  one for the LPN program and one for the RN program) is my highschool transcripts.  I called my alma mater a week ago Tuesday to request 2 sets of official transcripts.  The said they'd be in the mail that same day.  I should have recieved them by Wednesday.  They are still not here.  I am tempted to go down there and break some heads too.

I am so excited at the prospect of being able to work on sewing projects!
margotvankapelle: (cake)

I'm temporarily up to 40 hours a week, so that's pretty much all I've been doing lately.

This weekend was Attack of the Entitled People.  the one good spot was seeing[livejournal.com profile] cubsfan57 at Germanfest on Saturday -- I have missed her dearly!
margotvankapelle: (lolnado)

And it looks nasty.  [livejournal.com profile] berliosxo 's county is currently under a tornado warning, and the edge of the second line of storms is starting to encroach on Fort Wayne.  Here's hoping that we don't suffer damage.

[livejournal.com profile] virginiadear , it looks like this line of storms is aligned to make its way to your city at some point.
margotvankapelle: (magic8ball)
I made a post in[livejournal.com profile] adoption , and I wanted to throw it out to my f-list as well.  Let me know what you think, I am getting so very very turned around on quite a few issues (as I am sure you all probably already knew!), and I could really use advice on, well, everything.

When Boe and I have discussed adoption, it has been with the assumption that we'll probably be adopting from the foster care system, since the financial costs of that method seem to be lower than for private adoption, and it gives us the chance to adopt a sibling group (we're primarily interested in adopting a sibling group since they are traditionally difficult to place.)  However, my hormones have really done a number on me and given me a raging case of baby rabies. As in, OMG BABIESRITENAO! sort of baby rabies.  So in my idiocy, I've been scoping out private adoption facilitators, which makes the whole "wanting a baby immediately if not sooner" feeling stronger. 

In addition, Boe -- who has always wanted to have children with me -- is of the opinion that we should go ahead and start the classes and whatnot now and as far as finances go, we'll just work it out the same way we would if I wasn't infertile and we had an unexpected pregnancy.  On the other hand, I can't help but fret that the course of action that Boe is suggesting would be irresponsible...but I'll be 35 before I graduate, and Boe will be 47.  I mean, yeah, Larry King can father a baby at the age of 927265, but that doesn't mean that we can or should.

So what on earth do I do in this situation?  If it was a question of me not being infertile and we had an unexpected pregnancy, we'd just muddle through as best we could while trying to juggle sketchy finances and a newborn.  But in this case, where having children requires not only money, but time, effort, and one hell of a lot of red tape, the right path to take is not nearly as clear-cut.  Wait until I'm out of school, even though we'll be (depressingly) a lot older than the ideal? See if we can adopt even though we're not *quite* where we need to be financially yet?  Foster care adoption, private, or "lady, you are clearly way too nuts to have kids"?

I mean, 35 is -- in my opinion -- really pushing the boundaries of age-appropriateness of first-time parenthood.  And that doesn't mean that I'd become a mom at 35; the classes and stuff can take up to a year, then there's the wait to get a home study done, and then there's waiting to be matched, and and and and and.  Realistically, it can take 2-3 years for placement through the foster care system. 

Hell, if we knew that I could carry a pregnancy, Boe and I would have gone the "family friend and a turkey baster" route.  But I can't carry a pregnancy, and we can't afford fertility treatments at $10,000 per round of IVF, embryo adoption in this case requires a surrogate, and we certainly can't afford a surrogate -- which would require us to go through a lot of the same hoops as an adoption would to boot.


My life is not turning out to be anything like what I had hoped...hrmph.
margotvankapelle: (kitten)
 Boe and I are having a lovely, if quiet, Christmas at my mother's house in Columbus, OH.  Gifts were small but heartfelt, Maggie is with us, and Mom has wifi.  Life is good.

I hope everyone on my f-list is enjoying a wonderful holiday season.

Our New Year's Eve plans are as follows:  We're going to J.K. O'Donnell's with whichever friends are able and willing to go (looking at you, [livejournal.com profile] cubsfan57 ) to enjoy ourselves.  And on New Year's Day, well, I'm scheduled to work 10 AM to 7, so chances are pretty good I'll be drinking lots of Gatorade at work that day...

Love you all.
margotvankapelle: (SEWALLTHETHINGS! by tonyadmay)
Boe and I wanted to catch a Rocky Horror production, but we can't seem to find any in the Fort Wayne/Muncie/Indy areas for Saturday.  *sigh* Oh well.  Then some friends mentioned that Midrealm Crown Tourney is in Tipton (a mere hour and fifteen minutes from us) on Saturday and that they were thinking of going, and the wheels started turning.  So we're going to Crown Tourney now and bringing a proto-medievalist (she's interested, but has never been to an event) with us.  Who else is gonna be there, flist?  I 'd really like to meet some of y'all!

After uploading all those photos Tuesday, I was less than pleased with the amount of fullness in the OMGPINK kirtle  skirt.  So now I really just want to drop everything and make another kirtle for this weekend.  Like I don't have enough stuff to keep me busy already...(why yes, I AM procrastinating on making Christmas presents, why is anyone surprised about that at this point?)  And I have to work tomorrow, so I'd have to go from fabric, to drafting, to sewing, to finishing (including lacing holes) AFTER I'd be getting off of work.  Errrrrrrr....I *could* do it, but I also really don't feel like killing myself with stress either.

So I think I'll just make myself some sleeves and a new hood.  The dark green one was a good prototype, but now that I know how to whip them out, I'd like more than just one, you know?
margotvankapelle: (magic8ball)
If it's not school kicking my butt, it's real life. If it's not real life, it's school. Getting down to the crazy-busy time of year, which means posts will be shorter and less frequent (not like they were really all that long to begin with, nor all that frequent anyway, but I digress.)

Lemme see.

In the past 2 weeks, I have:

Rescued an OMGTINY stray kitten and rehomed her (her name is Matilda -- yes, after "Waltzing Matilda" -- and she is SO. CUTE.)
Gotten Boe a job.
Driven to Marion and back with Boe to get some school stuffs straightened out.
Committed myself to quite a few handmade gifts for Christmas.
Begun to develop a friendship with one of my lab partners.
Written a couple of papers, nailed an exam on graphing linear equations -- next up is factoring polynomials, someone just put me out of my misery now please -- averaged As in all my classes, and dissected a sheep brain and a cow's eye.
Worked when I'm not in school.
Spent way more time hanging out in hospitals than I would prefer, but for very good reasons (no, I wasn't either patient).
Managed to live on caffeine and nicotine with limited sleep.
Watched a couple of really good movies/documentaries while sewing like crazy...

And still not managed to get any housework done to speak of.


...and my mom wonders why my house is a wreck all the time.

*sigh*

Aug. 31st, 2010 04:41 pm
margotvankapelle: (globalwhining)
I just figured out that one of the guys on my FB friends list is a Nice Guy.

...*sigh*
margotvankapelle: (butterfly)
Most of my time is spent working or driving Boe around -- with last week and this week being the last 2 weeks he's at work, well, there's a LOT more stuff that needs to get done, like packing up his classroom and whatnot. I did make time to go to Fox Island to swim on Thursday, then took a couple of days off last weekend to visit my mom (I hadn't seen her since Christmas and that made me feel like a crappy daughter). Now we're in the last week of Boe's school year and even though I'm off until Friday, I'm still busy as hell...how on earth does that happen?

Our friend Brian is back from Florida, and he and his fantastic wife Lisa spent some time with Boe and I on Friday. It was fun, though hot and muggy (and we were eaten alive in the back yard by mosquitoes -- I must remember to buy citronella candles this week).

Uh, other than that, some wedding cake drama at work has been interesting. Flist, what's your opinion on using food stamps to buy a 3-tier wedding cake? The real fun started when the bride whipped out her iPhone and started texting pictures of the cake to her friends, all the while complaining that she wanted her money back because "we" (the cake decorators) messed up (for the record, no, we didn't mess up, she chose fugly colors for her cake -- dark purple base icing with bright neon yellow roses). She wanted cash back for a wedding cake that she paid for with food stamps. LOLOLOLOLOL...no. So we'll see how this all pans out -- three managers are involved, and all three of us cake decorators worked on the cake in some capacity, so we're sticking together LIKE GLUE, people.
margotvankapelle: (bodyofgoddess)
Boe and I went to Mad Anthony's brewpub last night to help Lisa cheer on Butler (her alma mater). Neither Boe nor I are into sports, but as the clock ticked down we cheered Butler on as much as anyone. We all spent time texting back and forth with Lisa's husband Brian -- he's in FL for some military training and was feeling kinda lonely. Hopefully the texting and conversations helped -- I must ask Lisa. We stayed up until 2 am or thereabouts laughing and talking, so Lisa stayed at our place. No one else is up yet and things are very peaceful.
margotvankapelle: (butterfly)
Thursday, I had to run Boe up to South Bend for his clown convention. Yay or something. Sat at home, had popcorn for dinner, watched Apocalypto (nice cinematography, stunningly predictable plot), walked the dog.  Friday, I got up, went to the bank, got my account straightened out, picked up a new phone for Boe, went to WalMart for the remaining weekend supplies (hair dye, stockings, a ribbon and fake rose for my hair), then went home and promptly procrastinated tacking down the bodice lining and sewing the buttonholes.  *sigh*

I called [livejournal.com profile] rvqavalon , who is made of complete awesome, chatted for a bit, and finally finished the damn dress already.  At 12:35 AM.  I really need to stop that.

Saturday, I got up, ensured the cats had adequate gooshyfoods for the weekend, and drove to Lansing.  I checked in at a Motel 6 (they're the cheapest, and I was on a reeeeeeeeeeeally tight budget), got a "Bwuh?" look from the front desk clerk when I asked if an iron and ironing board might be available, and was told that whatever needed to be ironed could simply be chucked into a dryer in their laundry facilities.  Silk dress in a dryer? Lololololololololololololol-no.  Damped my gown in the sink, hung it up to drip dry, and dyed my hair.  It turns out that i had forgotten my chemise, so it was just as well that I had a bodiced petticoat to wear under my corset.

Now, my corset is one of the long jobbies with a wooden busk at center front.  All I had to use to lace it shut was a pair of sneaker laces.  Rather *short* sneaker laces.  So I was in the middle of wriggling into the blasted thing when my phone rings.  *sigh*  I couldn't move my arms and the corset was enveloping my head at the time...you can imagine how convenient it was to get a phone call in the middle of this.  It was, unsurprisingly, Boe.  Yes, his sense of timing is always just that good.

So he and I had a conversation while I put the rest of my stuff on, and...holy cow.  Everything looked right.  The hair, the makeup (cuz I'm not going to a giant party without at least some powder and mascara, yo), the dress, the gloves...everything.

I was incredibly nervous when I pulled up to the church where the ball was held.  Had several minutes of, "Okay, I got here...that's good enough, isn't it?  I should probably leave.  I'll just be awkward anyway."  But I managed to get my ass out of the car and into the ball.  The ball was AMAZING.  The hall, the refreshments, the music and musicians, the caller...damn, it was all just wonderful!

[livejournal.com profile] rvqavalon , [livejournal.com profile] lachwen , Julie-sans-LJ, and [livejournal.com profile] dandytailor  were   all very fun and welcoming!  I was disappointed that [livejournal.com profile] renzys_frenzy 's husband wasn't feeling well and therefore they didn't come, but I'm certain I'll see them again at some point.  After the ball, there were pictures to be taken, then we trooped over to the home of [livejournal.com profile] dandytailor 's parents, who are very gracious.  After some post-event chatter, I was exhausted and made my way back to Ye Olde Motel 6.  Sunday, I packed up and went home (Boe finagled a ride from one of the other attendees at his clown convention).
margotvankapelle: (jackswang)
Cross posted from my duchy's Yahoo Group:

As many of you are aware, in order to adopt a child, our house needs to be in
tiptop shape. However, between my work schedule, adoption classes, CPR
training, fingerprinting, and having physicals done, this does not leave us a
lot of time for home improvements. While we have the bathroom, kitchen (thank
you Brient and Ysabel!), and living rooms done as they need to be, the real
sticking point is...

The Tornado Room(tm).

This is the infamous front parlor that doubles as a black hole for all of our
Adrian stuff, craft supplies, and miscellanea.

It has lots of goodies, but they need to be excavated. Saturday, May 30, and
Sunday May 31, Sir Arthur and I are hosting a barter barbeque at our home from
11 AM until the cows come home. I hear cows tend to come home at 3 Am, for what
it's worth. If you wish to assist us in excavating the Tornado Room(tm), there
will be gifts. Everything that Sir Arthur and I underuse, no longer use, or
cannot find an immediate use for are up for grabs. This includes garb, jewelry
making supplies, wool roving, garb, fabric, UFOs (UnFinished Objects), garb, and
other goodies.

We will be cleaning out the Tornado Room(tm) and painting, so be prepared by
wearing something you don't mind ruining. We will also supply food, and a fire
around which to sit and relax in the evenings. Beverages suitable for all ages
will be supplied by us, and if you have adult beverages, it's BYOB (bring your
own booze).

Please RSVP here in the comments, or by sending an email to my alternate email
address at kpowell1066 AT yahoo DOT com.

For those on my flist who have no idea where I live,  it is Fort Wayne, IN.  I have one (count 'em, one) extra bedroom to use as crash space.  First come, first served.

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