Thank you thank you thank you for the kind soothing words the other day. Things still suck, but I've hit somewhere between so-stressed-i-cant-eat and are-you-fucking-kidding-me-with-this-bullshit?

In other news, I've decided to retire from teaching to become a professional Angry Feminist. That way I would be paid to yell at people for their bullshit. I think it sounds AMAZING.

Apologies for not posting much recently, words aren't coming easily to me. I'm not even answering my email if i can help it. i've been hanging out a lot on tumblr instead, because pictures are easy and reblogging is easy and liking something is easy. words are hard.

which is frustrating, because i have 2 incomplete Kurtofsky fics, a Burt/Carole thing floating around my head, and I want to write little Samcedes ficlets from Prom Queen and Funeral and bits and pieces of other stuff. Like, Mercedes cutting Sam's hair.

But. Words. Words are ok, more or less, but stringing them together is currently pretty impossible. and i am frustrated.

in other news, we are yet again discussing moving. but brandus refuses to commit to a PLACE and is just like, we'll move! then we'll find jobs! and then an apartment! and im sitting here going NO. THIS IS NOT HOW THINGS WORK. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SCHOOL DISTRICTS ARE ON A HIRING FREEZE?

so. any thoughts on Colorado or Washington state would be helpful.

gah.

-Glee needs to do a Weird Al episode. Yes.

-I need to stop listening to nothing but Glee music.

-Why does the Glee "Christmas" album ignore the fact that Puck and Rachel are both very proudly Jewish? The episode better address it, or else i will have words.

-i have read almost every piece of Kurtofsky fic in existence, and i am SOBBING because i need MORE. Y'all, i've even read the really creepy (and not creepy in a well written way) rape-fantasies that exist on the Pit. I feel dirty. And also, needy.

-I kinda want to write the fic where Rachel can't get to Broadway because she's INSANE, and no one hires a Diva until she's proved she's worth the effort. and then my brain quickly turned to pondering if Rachel would go as far as to audition on the casting couch, if you know what i mean. i mean...she's done other things that show how ruthless she can be, but she be willing to sleep with a director for a part? Hmm.

-my father in law is finally getting serious about dying, and will be gone in a few days. i am avoiding the issue right now.

Voldemort started attending a new preschool yesterday. We loved his daycare, but it was out of the way of both Brandus’ and my commute, plus they had a LOT of staff turnover recently, and we got tired of never knowing who would be in there teaching.

We looked at a Montessori preschool, which would have been awesome, but it was in Jacksonville, where I teach, which is 45 minutes away from our house, so if I didn’t go to work, he didn’t go to school, which wouldn’t work.

So, we kept looking, and agreed, cautiously, on a Christian preschool. Cautiously, as neither of us is what could be considered Christian. Brandus is Buddhist, and I…well..I consider myself pagan, but only in a WOW THIS HERE IS A GREAT UNIVERSE AIN’T IT kind of way.

And, really, when brandus went in to check it out, the director immediately offered that they dont teach religion – they teach the Bible.

Ok, I’m down with that. Bible stories are good to know, Jesus was a swell guy, I don’t mind him singing Johnny Appleseed before lunch. It’s all good.

And it was. Until today. When I went to pick up the Dark Lordling and asked the teacher how his day went, she frowned and told me he had some trouble being rough and keeping his hands to himself. But, after they prayed about it, his day got better.

…..excuse me, what was that?

Look, you want to pray before meals? Go for it. You want to lead a group prayer because someone is sick or in the hospital? AWESOME, I AM ALL ABOUT THAT.

But, my kid shoves someone, so you PRAY with him about his behavior?

Needless to say, my concern was high.

So, on the way home, as I was worrying about this, I decided to broach the waters with the kid.

“Hey, buddy? Has school said anything about Jesus?”

Kiddo is highly involved in destroying a piece of paper, and therefore, says nothing.

“Bud?”

He finally grunts an acknowledgment, paper now in 4 pieces, which seems to be satisfactory or something.

“Bud, what has school told you about Jesus?”

He ponders for a moment.

“…Jesus is what happens when you sneeze. ACHOO! So we say, ‘JESUS!’ to me.”

Somehow, I’m comforted.

THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT I'M WRITING FIC AGAIN.

THE BAD NEWS IS THAT IT'S FOR WORD WORLD. OMG I AM SO SORRY.

STOP ME. NOW.

*brightly* so, i havent updated or posted my yuletide reveals or thanked anybody for anything, but everytime i think of what i need to post, i get all overwhelmed and want to go lay down, and watching random movies and Arashi stupidness is ever so much more fun and productive, so i just..dont. and havent. but i will! i think..maybe.

anyway, im posting today, because im kind of freaking out, because there's this thing that i havent talked about on here, that's really kind of huge for me, and ive been working on it for a while, and im freaking out right now tonight, because i just did the second to last piece, and had to POST A VIDEO OF IT ON THE INTERNETS OMG WHY.

so, im flapping my hands and panicking and wishing we actually had something other than bento boxes to pack lunches in, because paper bags are better when you are hyperventilating. the fact that i am a dork and that is readily appearent on the internet is something that has never been a surprise to me, but the fact that i am a HORRIBLY OBVIOUS DORK and then i RECORDED it, is making me want to go hide in the corner shrieking for a while.

regardless, here is my hugely dorky horrible video (that i redid four times because i would suddenly lose the ability to speak coherent sentences somewhere in the middle of Brown Bear, Brown Bear), that i did to apply for my Advanced certification to teach Signing Time classes. the hair is stupid, i never wear make up so i look kind of dead, and i stared at the screen instead of the camera, so it looks like i have no eyes. aaaaaahhhh.