Not your same ol' love story

Well, you really don't know what I'm thinking right now.  🤣  So, how about a post I wrote earlier in the week? 

Over on LASR, I'm talking about the ways you know you're an adult.  You can find my post here. 

Again, thank you to everyone who comes by and reads, even if you don't comment.  And if you comment, extra thanks!

trying my patience.
( GO KNIGHTS GO )

I wrote out this long, angsty, whiny post, but I'm not going to put it here.  I'm just going to cope and get on with my life.  No more dwelling on people who have made it clear that you are no longer a part of your life, even when you've given them 40 years of your own.



Because I have much better, more reliable people in my life now.



However, I will miss Val Kilmer's crazy, arrogant, weird ass.  I hope he's finally at peace and healthy again.  His loss is hitting me hard today and I might have to dig through my DVDs tonight and watch Real Genius.



And to end on a happy note, despite our loss last night, the VGK clinched their playoff spot last night.  It's our seventh time in eight seasons.  Which is a reminder to stay off r/nhl and r/hockey for the next few days because the VGK hate is strong in those parts.  Which is weird to me. I get not liking a team, but the outright disdain for my boys is something to see.  Oh well.



IDK, Mark.  IDK.

Anyway, I'd apologize for the gifs but honestly, they've lifted my mood a bit.  So, sorry not sorry.



The one time in my life I'm more Travis than Wes.  🤣🤣🤣

Happy Wednesday, y'all.

Even if I am a bit late since we're halfway to February already.

Meme stolen from Book Nook over on Dreamwidth. 
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I've been on edge all day and couldn't figure out why.  Day's been fine.  No one has asked to get bitch slapped, there weren't any angry, demanding emails, and Chad the Donut Guy (lol - he works for a vendor and comes by once a week, usually on Wednesdays, with donuts) came a day early.

And yet, I've been anxious, fidgety, and out of sorts. 

Come noon, I get a call from a local hospital asking if we have an employee by the name of X.  I say, yes, and the nurse (I presume, he didn't actually say) tells me that X is in their facility in the neuro ICU.  "He's politely confused, ma'am," is what he told me.  Well, he's Canadian so...  But yeah, so it's like my anxiety is psychic or something, I guess, because this was not on my 2025 bingo card (nor was renaming the Gulf of Mexico, buying Greenland, or annexing Canada, but here we go, FFS). 

Talked to his sister a bit ago and she says it doesn't sound good.  This makes me so horribly sad.  He's such a kind person.  Quick with a joke, always a good listener.  Even once told me he was named after a Canadian hockey legend. I just barely pulled through the last two months with what would have been my 27th wedding annversary, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and the fifth anniversary of Troy's death.  The lone bright spot in there was Miss Madison's 23rd birthday on Saturday.  The rest has been... a challenge. 

I can't handle it if something happens to him.  You work with someone for 27 years, they become a part of you.  Even if you aren't close, even if you only talk for a few minutes a day. So, this is me, putting good stuff out into the universe for him and for anyone else who needs it.  You have all my good vibes, hopes, wishes, and dreams. 

Hopefully, I didn't bring anyone down with this, but I had to get it out.  I can't talk to anyone here, becuase Rhett and Brian are keeping it quiet until they know more.  As they should, it's no one's business and damn but the men in this place are nosy.  Hahaha. 

Have a fantastic Tuesday evening (or Wednesday morning if you're H) and hopefully it isn't half as windy where you are as it is here currently.  

I'm writing a note when the phone rings.  I glance at the caller ID and it reads SPARE so that means it's either Joel (the plumber, not my nemisis) or Victor. I answer the phone as usual, but keep writing my note.

Nothing.

"Hello?"

"What the hell, Amy," Victor says.  "You sound different.  You aren't sick are you?"

Well, um good morning to you, mister?  😂

BTW, this is the same guy who sends me gifs whenever he needs something from me.

At least my monrning started out with a laugh, could have been worse.

I want to get back to posting about my everyday life, as boring as it might be, but keep forgetting. Or putting it off.  Something.
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I've been doing really well at keeping my Netgalley requests under control.  I'm 100% caught up, with the next book not publishing until October.  (Which means I have two books I need to read next month, but that's more than doable.)( In my hockey romance era )

I haven’t made one of these posts in a while, but want to get back at it, hopefully.
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Our house was invaded by tiny, ginger gremlins.
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