My heart bleeded, girl

This is going to be a long-ass post.

I'm watching football. Washington really needs to beat the Cowboys. As far as the Steelers go, how does a team have the #1 defense in the league and not make the playoffs? Oh, well, it'll make the playoffs much more relaxing without them playing. Like, I'll be able to actually watch the games.

A while back there was an lj/dw friending meme. I saw several people say that one thing that really annoyed them was people who post about their RL instead of fannish stuff. And it made me think - real life is pretty much all I talk about. I don't know how to be fannish here anymore.

I've never been one to post a lot of squee. But I've always had something to say about whatever fandom I was in. But now, not so much. I'm not sure why.

Sam and Dean still own my heart, but I don't have much to say about the show. It is what it is, and I don't have strong opinions about it except that I'm still watching and enjoying it.

And there's not much to take its place. When the NHL starts playing games again, I'll probably have something to say, but even that's uncertain. Hockey RPF fandom feels like kind of a strange place for me, and I don't have many hockey people on my flist, except for people I already know and love. Hockey RPF on tumblr is terrifying and horrifying at the same time. I'm working on a couple of stories, I can see me writing and reading fic, but the established fandom seems a little fraught, not to mention full of people so. much. younger. than I am. I'm not sure I'm up for it. The nice thing about most of the fic being on AO3 is that I can read and post and don't have to engage. Eh, we'll see how it goes when the games start up again. In the meantime, I've been watching World Juniors, some college hockey, whatever. It's not the same. It may make me a bad hockey fan, but I mostly just want the NHL.

Ten days or so, and it'll all be over, either way.

I had no idea that Leverage was back on, let alone ending! How did I not know that? I spent all evening the other day watching what I'd missed. I loved the ending very much. OT3!

Ha, Tony Romo, two picks so far. Good job.

I went back to Pgh on Friday to check on the house, the cat, the fish, the mail, pay some bills, etc. Lucy was out of water, no one had gotten the mail, and the fish tank was sucking air big time. *sigh* Then today I came back to Cbus for NYE. I actually have no idea what day it is.

I ran 9 miles today on my treadmill, then rushed around getting ready to leave before I ate anything. I scooped out the cat litter, and when I straightened, of course I had a major head rush and everything went black. I managed to sit down without falling until things cleared up.

(That's not the first time that's happened. The last time it did, several years ago, I passed out completely, fell, and hit my head. You'd think I'd learn. There's something about bending/squatting down to deal with the litter when I'm dehydrated, I guess.)

We had a very nice Christmas. We spent Christmas Eve at Erin and Nic's. Ash and I drank way too much vodka. Christmas Day was at our house. Larry's house. Whatever. Ash stayed until Friday, freaking out the whole entire time about driving home in snow. We've decided we're going to force her to take an airport shuttle when we go to Disney next week. No way is she spending our whole vacation checking the Weather Channel app on her phone and snapping at people. #beentheredonethat

I didn't take any pictures on Christmas Day, but here's some from Christmas Eve.

( Christmas! )

I skyped with Adam yesterday. That's the first time since August. He wanted me to meet Kae. She's very cute, seems nice. We spent most of the time with me trudging around the house with the computer, looking for the things he wants me to send him. There's a very specific sketchbook, but we looked through lots of boxes and I couldn't find it. He also wants a dozen tubes of Arm&Hammer toothpaste with peroxide. Idk.

Got a Christmas card from my stepdad, along with a picture of him and his girlfriend. They just got back from a cruise to Panama. He told me last week that "she's just like Anne (my mom) except she's short." (Mom was almost six feet tall.) Lois asked me how I felt about that, and I said, honestly, whatever or whoever keeps him occupied and busy and happy is fine with me. Spending time with him exhausts me, and the less I have to go to Tennessee to visit him, the better. It's nice not to worry that he's down there bored and lonely.

He also gave his dog away to a friend of his daughter's. I'm not surprised - if he's all busy with Dorothy, I'm sure Champ got to be too much. The first time Dorothy went to his house, Champ wouldn't leave her alone, Dad dragged him away, Champ bit him, and Dad ended up in the ER. (Champ is who Dad would be if he were a dog. Identical personalities.) Also, I'm convinced Champ would have made him fall again at some point this winter. Champ will be happy elsewhere - he loved Dad, but as Lois said, he lived a very small life.

Anyway, in the card was a note:

"Dear guys and girls,

First, to you who helped Dorothy and I with our trip to Panama, our sincere thanks. It might not have been possible without your help. It was a getting-to-know-each-other-trip and we both wanted to make sure we could stand one another. Dorothy was married to Max for 66 years and had 5 children. You all know the story of Anne and I. Both Anne and Max are still No. 1 in our hearts, and now we are the No. 2s trying to enjoy what's left of our lives. There will be no marriage, no living together, and no complications from this relationship. We hope our off-spring approve...but if not...tough shit. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all! No presents this year, Santa's saving for the big finish."

Okay, I have no idea what the big finish is, and I don't think I want to know. I just hope I'm still going that strong when I'm 90, seriously. Well, he's still only 89, but Dorothy is 90. And bless her for dealing with him, and I wish her luck.