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10 years ago
MFF is right around the corner. Will be getting there Thursday and staying in the Hilton with 
wolfpawz and 
tryst unless by some miracle we snag a room in the Hyatt for the lot of us. I'm leaving Monday at a decent hour so it shouldn't be too rushed of an exit. Looking like I'm bringing my hockey gear for the hockey furs meet/game on Friday. With some creative packing I'll try to bring the roo, lion and most of the pony. With that much stuff it's unlikely I'm being fuzzy much for this con, but I'm okay with that. Y'all can just marvel at my weight loss when it's not under all that fur.
Other updates:
BLFC - I secured/reserved a room for BLFC. At the moment I have no roomies arranged for that. While I don't actually need roomies, it can be awful dull having a room just for myself.
FC - I haven't made any solid plans for the con. If I go it'll be most likely a short weekend stay like last year. FC is just too big these days and it doesn't feel like there's much for me there other than a few important folks. I don't have a room arranged for that, but if I go I'll have to find one that's squeak friendly so that pony/lion/roo can come out to play.
Work - It's a struggle to feel relevant anymore. I know they love the work I do, but they keep yanking projects around so much it feels like I'm never getting comfortable with anything. I get so tired of coming in every week wondering if there's enough there to keep me busy or if they're going to send me home. It feels like there's a gun to my head half the time and it sucks. The company is great and I've no reason to leave, I just feel like I'm slipping somewhere though versus expectations. Just burned out of too many miracles.
House - Hosted a Halloween party. I thought it was pretty damn epic. I love the highs of actually having a house for "me" but the lows are just such a weight to bear. Far too many visits from mom while she bitches about living in the condo and tries to take over my yard. Seriously she's up here almost every other fucking weekend. It's gotten old and telling her not to do it falls on deaf ears. For added fun the sewage line back flowed into the tub and shower last weekend leaving shit everywhere. After cleaning it up I didn't see any other symptoms until the other day when the tub stopped draining. I've got a plumber coming to sort it, and crossing my fingers that it's a simple fix. I do have a home warranty so it should be covered but I'm really hoping we're not digging up sewage line...
Condo - Been on the market about 3 months, we're only slightly ridiculously overpriced for the area. The listing looks terrible with almost no description and pictures because the agent mom thrust upon me is old and befuddled and sucks at his job. It feels like I'm never going to be rid of that place, and even if by some miracle it sells, mom is still being unrealistic about things and talking about buying another place and having me help sign off on a loan for it... I've told her to look out of state for cheaper things, but she ignores that too.
Fuck I need a beer...
wolfpawz and 
tryst unless by some miracle we snag a room in the Hyatt for the lot of us. I'm leaving Monday at a decent hour so it shouldn't be too rushed of an exit. Looking like I'm bringing my hockey gear for the hockey furs meet/game on Friday. With some creative packing I'll try to bring the roo, lion and most of the pony. With that much stuff it's unlikely I'm being fuzzy much for this con, but I'm okay with that. Y'all can just marvel at my weight loss when it's not under all that fur.Other updates:
BLFC - I secured/reserved a room for BLFC. At the moment I have no roomies arranged for that. While I don't actually need roomies, it can be awful dull having a room just for myself.
FC - I haven't made any solid plans for the con. If I go it'll be most likely a short weekend stay like last year. FC is just too big these days and it doesn't feel like there's much for me there other than a few important folks. I don't have a room arranged for that, but if I go I'll have to find one that's squeak friendly so that pony/lion/roo can come out to play.
Work - It's a struggle to feel relevant anymore. I know they love the work I do, but they keep yanking projects around so much it feels like I'm never getting comfortable with anything. I get so tired of coming in every week wondering if there's enough there to keep me busy or if they're going to send me home. It feels like there's a gun to my head half the time and it sucks. The company is great and I've no reason to leave, I just feel like I'm slipping somewhere though versus expectations. Just burned out of too many miracles.
House - Hosted a Halloween party. I thought it was pretty damn epic. I love the highs of actually having a house for "me" but the lows are just such a weight to bear. Far too many visits from mom while she bitches about living in the condo and tries to take over my yard. Seriously she's up here almost every other fucking weekend. It's gotten old and telling her not to do it falls on deaf ears. For added fun the sewage line back flowed into the tub and shower last weekend leaving shit everywhere. After cleaning it up I didn't see any other symptoms until the other day when the tub stopped draining. I've got a plumber coming to sort it, and crossing my fingers that it's a simple fix. I do have a home warranty so it should be covered but I'm really hoping we're not digging up sewage line...
Condo - Been on the market about 3 months, we're only slightly ridiculously overpriced for the area. The listing looks terrible with almost no description and pictures because the agent mom thrust upon me is old and befuddled and sucks at his job. It feels like I'm never going to be rid of that place, and even if by some miracle it sells, mom is still being unrealistic about things and talking about buying another place and having me help sign off on a loan for it... I've told her to look out of state for cheaper things, but she ignores that too.
Fuck I need a beer...
Sorry to hear about your mom and the house, and the condo.
-J