But truly, there's not much going on that doesn't fit into the 140-word status update on FB. And most, if not all of you, are on my FB.

Physical therapy continues apace. Hopefully, after a few more weeks I won't need surgery. I'd really rather avoid that, especially since I'll probably taken even longer to heal with the Fibro. I just want to get this under control so I can get back to doing what I want. I want to go back to the gym and go back to violin lessons.

We had a couple of people Will met through Model Mayhem over for dinner. A model and two photographers, and it just made me want to get back into modeling. I am going to do my best to work on losing some weight and getting back into shape. I won't EVER get back to my serious hardbody days, but if I can tone up and feel more comfortable, I'll be back in front of the camera. Helping Will with making backdrops and directing models and doing makeup and such also makes me want to get back into it.

I'm also wanting to get back into my Craft. I've been alone and essentially non-practicing for years now. I go to the occasional ritual with the guys in Atlanta, or to a festival but that's about it. So, I've volunteered to do a ritual and workshop at the 2011 Shenandoah Midsummer. I know, that seems like a massive jump rather than starting small but I've got so much experience doing public ritual that I'm actually MORE comfortable doing that than moving towards starting a coven. Especially since our Governor Bentley made the statement about only Christians being his brothers and sisters...I will remain quietly closeted here in Alabama. When the right people appear, I will consider starting up again. Small, slow steps toward being a BTW HPS, so I'll just work solitary and do public stuff here and there until it happens.

My narcolepsy has gotten out of hand. I've even tried increasing the dosage of my Ritalin, and instead it puts me to sleep. I've had to stop taking it and now struggle through my days, trying to stay awake at least enough to function. I'm rarely fully alert and the exhaustion presses so hard upon me. I have an appointment with a sleep specialist on Feb.2, so hopefully he'll put me on Provigil and I might be able to function again. I hope. I can't take this anymore. The fatigue actually HURTS. My eyesight is affected, and I can't tell if my prescription has changed or if it's due to the exhaustion.

*sigh* So, that's my life for the moment. Up and down, as usual.
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( Nov. 29th, 2010 10:09 am)
Will told me the other day that I have testicles. And he's right. Not balls, of which I've been accused of having, particularly of the brass variety, but testicles. Balls on a chick is an attitude, but we're talking anatomy here.

My testicles have names: Joker and Harley. They go everywhere with me, or at least try to. They are short and hairy. Like all other testicles, they have a bad habit of getting in the way when I'm trying to do something. I have to shift them out of the way when getting dressed; if I don't, my pants will be twisted around or both legs will be in one side. I have to push them aside when going to the bathroom. Lying down in bed means having to make sure both testicles have enough room to spread out, or one will be squished and uncomfortable and that's bad.

Walking with my testicles is an exercise in dexterity. They're either right in front of me, and easy to step on or crossing each other and easy to trip over. Sometimes, they're behind me, jostling to get in front, causing my legs to twist and turn or even open wide so at least one can go underneath me to get where they want to be.

Sometimes, I sit on my testicles, usually when they won't move out of the way. Then, they grunt and squirm and try to wriggle out from beneath me. Taking the stairs is especially dangerous. One testicle must always be just slightly ahead of me, while the other pushes us both aside in a rush to be there first. I've mostly mastered the art of cooking with my testicles but they occasionally find a way to get in the way in the kitchen as well. Thankfully, I've not yet dropped a pot of boiling water on my testicles. Scalded testicles aren't something I want to experience.

I have to strap my testicles down while driving, or they will bounce around the car like pingpong balls. Safety comes first, always. I bathe them as well, since no one wants stinky testicles. I also scratch them, a lot. Sitting on the couch watching a movie will find me scratching and caressing my testicles. I like to coddle and cuddle and kiss my testicles. One of them even likes to kiss me back, oftentimes before I've even asked for one. That's the drippy one, Joker. That particular testicle has a tendency to dribble and drool and slurp all over your face. But, he's a cute testicle so it's OK. The other testicle grunts, talks and considers the world her oyster.

My testicles even jostle each other for position, constantly fighting over which one of them gets to be closest to me. They push and struggle for attention and I try very hard to lavish love upon them equally. Being a girl with testicles isn't easy, but I'm learning how to deal with it.

Now, I just need to grow a penis and I'LL RULE THE WORLD!!!
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( Nov. 16th, 2010 05:20 pm)
I haven't posted in a month. It seems I spend more time on Facebook, but that's only because I post short little bits and pieces there. I save my LJ for longer, more thoughtful or detailed posts. I really should make more of an effort to keep from becoming a soundbite-person.

So yeah, allow me to explain. No, there's too much. Let me sum up:

Went to the Rally to Restore Sanity in DC on Oct 30. This was Will's idea, and he seemed really hyped for it once I mentioned that I knew people in the area so we'd have a place to crash. So, off we went. We left Cai's house around 9, figuring we'd get the train around 10:30 and get into DC around 11 with plenty of time to get to the rally site. I, along with 200,000 other people, didn't think that there would be THAT many people attending. We sat in traffic for an hour just to get to the train station then found out it would be another 2-3 hours before we could even get on a train, thereby missing the rally. We decided to just drive into DC and go sightseeing. Will was really disappointed, but in the back of my mind, I was determined to get him to the rally by hook or by crook. I oriented the car toward the Washington Monument and figured we'd somehow get there.

Thankfully, I have a disabled parking placard and was able to park on Constitution Ave right in front of the Wash. Monument. We walked down the Mall and got to the rally only an hour late. TaDA!!!! We never did get close enough to actually see the stage or anything, but we heard it. After a few minutes of dealing with the massive crowd, we moved to the edges of the street and just took in the scene. It was really cool and I'm glad we made it. We made a bad move in going back to the car to drive and find a place to eat; we lost the ONLY PARKING SPACE left in the city. I don't know my way around DC and even with John on the phone and the GPS, without a distinct destination we ended up just driving in circles. The sheer numbers of pedestrians, bicyclists and motorists made Will anxiety crest, even though city driving is second nature to me. So, we got stuck in traffic for another hour trying to leave DC and ate at a Red Robin on the way back to Cai's house.

Other than that, there's really not much going on. I'm taking violin lessons and doing well. We met up with a cool person at the Witches Ball, exchanged contact info and now have someone who knows what's going on around Birmingham so we might actually have a social life! The puppies are a year old, big but still puppies. I've volunteered for Bama Bully Rescue and will be transporting a pit bull to his forever home over the weekend. I go to the Y at least twice a week, an attempt to start getting into better shape. And that's about it.

There's really not much to write about...which is why I end up reducing my life into bullet point posts on Facebook.
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( Oct. 18th, 2010 10:02 am)
Sometimes I wonder about myself. I've been working with dogs for years, and while I don't consider myself an expert, I thought I knew enough to be able to identify and correct behavior issues. So why did it take me so long to figure it out?

Some pit bull owners say that dog parks are bad places for pits. I disagree, preferring to allow each dog to make that decision. Navarre was not a dog park dog, so we never went except with Holly and then only if no one else was there. I knew my dog and his issues and didn't put him in situations where there could be trouble. Joker's personality is the exact opposite of Navarre's. He's overly friendly where Navarre was standoffish. They expressed their insecurities differently: Joker is a licker, always looking to reinforce that you like him. Navarre either got aggressive or cowered behind me. Joker likes other dogs, and wants to play with them; Navarre wasn't dog-friendly except for a very select group.

So, I take Joker to the dog park. Harley loves to play on the agility equipment (who knew? I thought it would be Joker who'd be more interested in an activity like that), and will run around with the other dogs until there's a tackle and then she backs off. Joker plays with anybody. And that's where the problem started. He was fine if a wrestling match started from a standing position. He was fine when he was being chased. The problem started when he was part of the pack chasing another dog. When the tackle finally happened, Joker would go after the dog when it was down.

I'd watch carefully to identify if his body language changed, but it didn't. There was no aggression, excitement, but not aggression. It didn't matter if the chasee was a smaller or larger dog, he'd still go in for the "kill" (not really trying to kill, but that over-zealous tackle-bite. I'd separate him, give him a few minutes to get himself under control and he'd go back to playing nice. While driving home from the store yesterday, it occurred to me what he was doing:

His prey drive had kicked in. *smacks forehead*

He has a high prey drive; we've been working with him to get him to at least tolerate our cat's presence without chasing her. Everything at the park would be fine until he was doing the chasing, then there would be a rumble. Big dog, small dog, doesn't matter...he gets overexcited and treats the dog like prey.

Well, now that I have identified the issue, I can work on it. He will be muzzled at the dog park while I try to figure out how to distract him and get him out of that headspace. He may grow out of it, or learn how to control his own reactions. He may not...but now that I know what it is and can thwart any problems from his end, he can still play and socialize.

Of course, being muzzled means he can't defend himself if another dog attack HIM, but I won't let that happen. I've waded into a rumble and pulled him out of it, been bitten by another dog for my trouble. But I consider it part of being a responsible dog owner of any breed, but even more so of a bully breed. I have to be MORE responsible and proactive because even owners of Rottweilers or Dobermans and other "scary" breeds will fault the pit bull. It's all part of owning one of the most maligned and misunderstood dog breeds. And since Joker really is a good boy, a friendly dog and loves to play, I'm not going to deny him the opportunity to play and socialize...I'll just be able to keep him from being a dumbass.
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( Oct. 7th, 2010 03:21 pm)
It's about time I had a decent day, one where things went RIGHT for a change. Oh sure, my fibro is still flaring but I still got things accomplished.

Took the pups to the dog park this morning. We had the place to ourselves for a while, so we worked on the agility course. Harley actually seems to be getting more excited about it than Joker, but then she'll do anything if there's treats involved. We worked on the ramp and the tunnel and both dogs really seem to like playing on "the rides". A little while later some other dogs arrived, and we had a free for all on the ramp. I had about 6 dogs running up and down it, having a ball. I really like the new dog park; it's clean, shaded and with the agility course, there's more for them to do than just run around or wrestle.

I dropped them off at home, showered and went out to run my errands. I got a shoulder rest for the violin so it doesn't dig into my collar bone and it's so much more comfortable. I have a long neck, so it also makes playing it a lot easier. I also applied for state aid in paying my Medicare premiums, signed up at the local Y (paid for by my health insurance) and discovered that it's got everything I want. A pool, yoga, water aerobics, etc. It'll not only get me out of the house, but I'll be able to do the types of exercises I enjoy.

All in all, a good day. Nothing exciting, but good nonetheless.

Oh, we're also planning on going to Atlanta PPD this weekend. IF the coordinator gets back to me about being able to bring the dogs. I'd rather have them with us than crated for such a long time.
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] beren_writes at LJ Facebook/Twitter work around to get rid of the annoying boxes
stolen from [info]pombagira who pulled it from someone else who pulled it from yet another person :) Yes, this is signal boosting.

Passing this along from my flist.

Thanks to [info]midniterose, here is how to stop the crossposting of comments/entries from LJ to sites like Facebook:

There is a way to disable everything. Here is what you have to do:

1. Go to your "Journal" menu, and select "Journal Style"
2. To the right, you'll see what theme you're using, with a link stating "Customize Your Theme". Click that link.
3. Scroll down a little ways, and you'll see that on the left side of your screen, you have multiple options to modify your theme. Click on the "Custom CSS" link, and it should load the options for doing Custom CSS.
4. From here, all you have to do is go to the "Custom Stylesheet", and put in that line.

.b-repost-item {display:none}

once you have it pasted in there, save changes.

Feel free to PASS THIS ON!!

ETA: This prevents the "repost to FB/Twitter" ticky boxes from being displayed when someone comments on one of your posts. It seems to work, UNLESS the person is viewing your page in their own journal style, in which case it might not work.

ETA2: Inserting the code below in your custom CSS box reportedly works for more kinds of journal styles, including custom ones (this courtesy of xnguard):

.b-repost-item, FORM#qrform > TABLE[style="border: 1px solid black;"]:last-child TD[style="vertical-align: top; text-align: right;"]:first-child { display: none !important; }

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( Aug. 28th, 2010 09:06 pm)
We leave for Maine tomorrow so I may not post GPs for a while. Today I am grateful for the 17 years I've had the pleasure of my daughters company. There have been good times, bad times, trying times and some incredible times.

She has been my anchor, my lifeline and my purpose in life. I'm going to miss her terribly. I hope she manages to take control of her life and become the incredible young woman I know she can be.

I love you, Liana. You'll always be my Bunk, no matter how far away you are.
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Yesterday I was grateful that the heat seems to be backing off a bit. It's still summer-hot, but no longer hitting the triple digits.

Today I am grateful that Joker comes when you call him. Both puppies got out through the garage as I was taking out some trash. Joker ran up to a neighbor to say hello (and neighbor didn't get spooked by a pit bull running up to him; must be Joker's goofy smile and wagging-a-mile-a-minute tail) and came right back to me when I called him. Harley however, required a chase-down. I wish she'd learn from him...at least the good things.
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Yesterday I was grateful for baking successes. Sometimes, just making something delicious to eat is enough to make your day.

Today I am grateful to a member of my family, for helping to keep our family together. Yes, it's cryptic, but too bad.
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( Aug. 22nd, 2010 04:35 pm)
I'm grateful for my little tomato plant. It's been producing delicious maters, not very big since it's potted, but quite tasty.

Yay for organic, homegrown produce!
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( Aug. 21st, 2010 09:59 pm)
I'm grateful that the library has one of my all-time favorite movies - "Papillon".
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( Aug. 20th, 2010 03:42 pm)
I'm not going to even try and catch up. I'll just be grateful that I survived the past week with my sanity somewhat intact.

Today I'm grateful to Joker for his cow face. If I'm tired, hurting or feeling bad (which is more often than not), all I have to do is look at his face and I'll smile. Cute splotchy nose, funky markings, and doleful eyes. And the Tongue of Doom (tm), which may be a bit annoying at times, but he means well.

He may look like a cow, but thankfully he doesn't SMELL like one.
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Yesterday I was grateful that my flare lessened enough for me to go dancing with Will. I do love to dance with ohm.

Today I am grateful that I was able to catch a glimpse of the meteor shower last night. It was glorious.
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I'm grateful to Dr. Sawyer for being the great doctor she is. I took Liana in to see her because she's been showing signs of Fibro. The doc tested her and checked her heart, looking for mitral valve prolapse, which has been linked to Fibro and other autonomic/autoimmune disorders. Liana does have MVP (which I also have), and possibly the beginnings of Fibro. She's been put on a light beta blocker for the moment, and we'll be watching the rest.

It's not good news, but I'm grateful for having a doctor that not only believes in and treats Fibro, but also researches and keeps up in all the being done. She's pretty fabulous, especially since she's at least 75 years old. I'm talking a SERIOUSLY little old lady.

In my own health news, it seems this latest flare is starting to let up. After yesterdays struggle with narcoleptic episodes, the allover pain is lessening, now down to my normal screaming spots.
Today I am grateful for my hair. I have very fine, thin, fragile hair that breaks and splits if you look at it funny. Since I was young, it's been permed, straightened, curled, colored and every other process known to man. I've had various cuts, colors and styles. And it's always been difficult to maintain.

A few months before moving to Birmingham, I shaved myself bald, figuring that a black and purple Mohawk wouldn't go over to well in 'Bama. Since then, I've done nothing to it other than boost my natural color with henna. It hasn't even been trimmed.

And my hair is thicker and healthier than it's ever been before. It's grown in naturally and has it's own natural layering. It actually has body! I won't be touching it until it really needs a trim; in two years I've turned my hair from a limp mess into a rather nice head of hair. If I want a severe change, I'll just wear a wig from now on.

Yeah...so it's a little narcisstic, but I really AM grateful.
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Yesterday I was grateful to Will for always trying so hard to take care of us. The issue with my laptop is beyond his capability, but it was really great of him to try to fix it.

Today I am grateful for having an air mattress. Camping out in the living room with the AC is so much better than sweltering in the bedroom. I may have to look into Sleep Number beds, since I'm actually feeling less pain than I do with our memory foam bed.
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Yesterday, I was grateful to good friends who share their recipes with me. Mmmm...pulled pork.

Today, I am grateful to Joker for having so much love inside him that he can't contain it. Even when my face is completely covered, he somehow manages to snake his Tongue of Doom {tm} through a crack and lick me. OK, so sometimes it's a pain...but mostly, it's how he expresses his affection.
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I am truly grateful to Will for his patience and understanding. Living with Fibro is difficult, living with someone who has Fibro is just as hard. Thank you, my love.
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Today I am grateful to Chief U.S. District Judge Vaughn Walker for overturning Proposition 8 in California...

...I only hope it holds up.
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Today I am grateful for cast iron cookware. Nothing makes country fried steak better than a good old fashioned cast iron pan.

Mmmmm....
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