The Dressage Ring

So, I'm not too late on round-up and to-do lists this year. I finally got around to setting up the office, and this figures into my 'done it' file. Poor Abbie (my dog) is sitting next to me wishing i was sitting on the couch, instead of said office...

Anyway, on to the listy!



( household maintenance is expensive! )

( *dusts off the house update list* )

( This is purely the section for the partierre garden. )

( $50/mo doesn't go far )

( the SCA is awesome! )

( look, i finished stuff! now i have to finish it, lol )

( still in mag7 honeymoon... and still biting off more than i can chew here... )

( i nailed this one! )

( I've always said flexibility is over-rated... )

( *runs away screaming* )

( *sighs sorrowfully at the wishlist* )

and that's all she wrote today. my wrists have been getting pretty sore lately, probably carpal tunnel or arthritis, so the 2017 To-Done is going to have to wait for another day. Probably tomorrow, since I don't want to lose momentum. In Feb, at my normal check-up, I'm going to ask doc about my wrists, though...

I survived 2016, which turned out to be a shitty year for a lot of people. My hope for us all is that 2017 is much better. We need much better in our lives. And I'm not talking politics, I'm talking good jobs, good friends surviving, and good family of choice loving us. So 2017, take my advice: take off your pants, and slide on the ice!

-boogieshoes, wishing everyone a happy new year

It's taken me longer than normal to do the goals post for 2015. The large part of this is that I've been sick. In fact, I'm sick again as I write this. However, this too, shall pass, and it's time to get busy.


( Maintaining the Manor )

( Updating the manor )

( SCA Garden )

( Keeping up with the Joneses )

( SCA life )

( Stitching Crazy )

( Fanlife goals )

( Administrative duties )

( Health is a priority )

( One day, I will finish this chair! )

( My Greed List )

-boogie the busy

my birthday is next week.  high on my "most wanted" list is a steamy Escorts AU fanfic.

Buck/ Chris anything.

Supernatural anything.

Kidfic with Buck or Chris the little ones (but not Buck and Chris both little in the same fic).

Sequal to "Loser Takes All" - what happens the next time someone gets in trouble? ;)

I have a special love for Vin is psychic/ gifted in some fashion stories.

I quite like the Yellowstone AU - gen or slash, more please?

Crack!fic... wing fic.... Crossover fic - i lover "Xander's real parents (Xander from BtVS)";  love the Highlander AU fics; how about some more Sentinel/ Mag7 fics, any time, any place, Sentinels known or not. :-)

All that, and if the Lord and Lady are truly pleased with me - a break in the weather.  I'm getting tired of 80% humidity and 95F weather....

-boogieshoes, humming

The To-Do List is undergoing a lot of changes from the 2013 version, mostly based on lessons learned, and with a goal to keeping better track of all the things I *really* do, which don’t always get put on the list.  The better I know how much I actually do, the less I feel like a slacker when things on this list don’t get done.

( the house that boogie built )

( Rosemary's Garden... )

( SCA where my heart lies )

( Mmmm, counted embroidery )

( This is not the canon you're looking for... )

( Now serving customer #1 )

( I shall have my health )

( BS the Carpenter )

( GREED IS GOOD )

-bs, busy as a bee

ETA1: 22 Mar, first major update

i've been having major drama with my computer lately, culminating with an emergency buy this weekend. follow along the story now:


so the guest room is being done in 'bad victoriana impression of ancient egyptian' (because an accurate rendering of ancient egyptian furniture, even for the pharoah, would make guests run, instead of be delighted...), and the stencil being used to put grout lines on the wall got, well, gummy, as repeat stencils tend to do. and i decided to clean it with acetone.

this was my first mistake, because i had the acetone sitting higher than my toshiba laptop, and i was tired, and knocked the bottle over, and it splashed on the toshiba. i let it dry, but the keyboard was fried. so i went and bought a cheapy plug-in mouse and keyboard. then i started having problems with weird input bugs, and i thought it might be the old keyboard reading stuff even though i was using the plug-in. i researched at work, dl'd instructions to take out the on-board keyboard, had second thoughts, and bought a wireless keyboard and mouse. the wireless combo worked for a while, especially after i updated the java script that runs things.

then the input bug came back. and i got frustrated friday night, and decided to finally take the inboard keyboard out... mistake #2.

i killed the toshiba. so Saturday morning i went to the local target, and bought new laptop. and an external hard-drive. then i went to the computer repair shop and asked if i could get a data transfer, and a downgrade to windows 7.

the data transfer was relatively successful. they didn't manage to get some of the programs across - like pidgin, the chat client, adobe reader, openoffice - but they got most of the files across, and did get mozilla firefox and thunderbird across. they got my old email file (yay!), but unfortunately, they didn't get my old bookmark file across. which sucks.

so monday (one of those short saturday/ closed sunday places), i picked up the laptop and brought it home and began to remove the crap windows insists on putting on their new boxes. i'd managed to put pidgin back on the new lappy, and gotten to the chatrooms - always the hardest part of a new machine for me - so i could have help if i needed it.

until i deleted the 'bluetooth thing'. yes, mistake number 3. see, i think bluetooth, and think the schizophrenic phone or smartphone type things. i don't think WLAN drivers... guess what this was? back to the computer store, sigh. and out more $$ to get them to undo my stupidity.

needless to say, i'm no longer going to be fixing my own computer. the local repair shop are nice people and don't make fun of me. at least while i'm in the store, hah.

anyway, i need to rebuild my bookmark file, so i'm taking favorite links in the comments for fanfic, writing tips, neat places to shop... etc.

-boogieshoes, the extremely frustrated

... my libido decides to jump into the atmosphere.  and then i get sad and lonely and at least mildly depressed because i can barely remember the last time i had a sexual experience that wasn't with my right hand, let alone a boyfriend.

to be sure, what i'd like out of a life-partner includes much more on the hugs side, and the understanding that when i'm twitchy and anxious and it's hard for me to let people touch me, i still need hugs, i'm just having issues with my issues. but i'm old, not dead, and my libido comments every so often as well.

and poor Buck Wilmington.  such a sweet, innocent character... who tends to get ranted at when i'm having these libidinous-and-depressed-about-it episodes.  i can't help it.  he chases girls... and i never get chased, so it comes out in frustrated resentment:

"No," Boogie said flatly, watching the pretty woman - taller than her, model skinny, and whom Buck had said was some kind of forensics wiz, and then promptly asked her how to approach.  Boogie thought that what hurt the most was that the only thing that separated the two of them was their looks.  "I know I'm such a fat ugly freak that it's a bloody miracle I've ever gotten laid at all, and it'll probably signal the beginning of Armageddon if I ever manage to acquire another boyfriend, but I don't have to help you twist the knife in my gut."

By the time Buck had finished processing what she had said, she had slipped through the crowd to the bar, paid her bill to Inez, and disappeared through the bar's door.

"Dammit!"  There had been a lot of pain and frustration in her voice, years of it, and Buck hated the thought he might have been the cause of any of it.  He rushed to the door, cursing the crowd, which suddenly seemed intent on blocking him.  He cursed again as he scanned the parking lot, but came up blank.  He knew he was just the catalyst tonight, but no one should have to endure that kind of pain.

~~end ficlet~~

possibly, i'm a whiner.  it certainly feels that way to me, sometimes, especially when i know there are things i could do - like actually going to places to meet people.  but i always feel like i've got a million things to do, and don't have time to date.  really, i've only got myself to blame, because if i actually bothered to prioritize the dating thing, i'd get more hits....

but then there's the part where i struggle with the absolute worst thing people could say to me, which isn't 'no' - but 'yes'.  i know how to deal with 'no'.  'yes' scares the ever-loving sh*t out of me, though.

and thus we come to the conclusion that i'm just a wee bit fucked up....

-bs, mildly frustrated with herself, but at least able to talk about it

that's right, borax, which is sort of like baking soda, vinegar, and bleach - one of those things that's been around forever, the active ingredient in a hell of a lot of stuff, and rather ecologically sound.  Lowe's didn't have it, Target didn't have it, and I almost gave up at Wal-mart.... amazing how different the box looks when they change the packaging.

so with the wal-mart run tonight, i've got the stuff to mop the cement floor, which i will do after a quick vaccuum over the crack in the slab.  then, it's fill the crack with joint compound, do the ceiling while that dries (it'll take a day), touch-up paint the walls, and then paint the floor with a cement-sealer.  *then* i can go buy carpet.  which will be laid down properly, thank you. ;)

in fannish news, i'm progressing well on my mag7 doggies stitching.  i'm on Buck, the german shepherd dog.  i'm having a bit of a debate with myself, and would appreciate the commentary of my fellow fans - Buck doesn't seem to have a 'signature' bandana like Vin does.  in the pilot, he wears a pink one, in One Day Out West, he wears a dark blue one, and in the Collector (which I'm watching as I write this, hah - and Vin is wearing a *brown* bandana!), he's wearing a dark red/ maroon bandana.  the cross-stitch key has the Buck-dog's bandana as dark grey/black (because of the tones used in the piece, it actually 'reads' black). 

i'm planning to change the bandana's color, but i'm not sure what color i should pick.  anyone have any suggestions?

also, if anyone knows more about pic-manipulation and can zero in on the bandana in this picture, it'd probably help people to see exactly what i'm talking about.
( clicky for piccies )

-boogie, cleaning mare

.... so i went to the polls today, and did my civic duty by voting.  it was a tough choice.  oh, i'm not talking about the actual candidates on the ballot, but rather who i'd write in. 


( a graphic-heavy, tongue-in-cheek review of my preferred presidential race... )

-bs, bs'ing for all she's worth

because i didn't quite catch the friday prompt post on mag7daybook, and more people will read my lj top-post than a reply to a DW post a couple days old.

any &/any, any AU: Buck's ability to shovel the shit was amazing when the situation called for it.  It was even better when the situation didn't.

because i'm in the housing market:

any &/ any, any AU: what makes a house a home.

because i'm looking to get a CPAP machine to help with my energy levels:

any &/ any (including OMCs or OFCs), modern AU: It took less time than he thought to get used to the sound of the CPAP machine; the steady swoosh-whish a gentle reassurance that all was well.

comment-fic welcome. :)

-bs

.... is that it's never written fast enough!  Debra Noellert has a new story going on here:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7844663/1/A_Good_Guide_is_Hard_to_Find ; and if you look at the dates, she's not exactly writing *slowly*.  she is, in fact, updating in a 'timely fashion'.  it's not fast enough for me, because i've *got* to find out what happens next!

*wriggles in impatient anticipation*

and also, i hereby apologize to everyone who's waiting on any updates from me on any stories anywhere - Miss Noellert is outpacing me by a long-shot, and if *i* think waiting for *her* is hard, waiting for *me* must be downright torturous!

-bs