Year in Review

The year started off pretty normal. I did some adjuncting. I did some crafting. I had a shitton of migraines and Fibro and CFS.
My dad’s neck cancer came back. 
It was the 10 year anniversary of my first and unexpectedly only trip to Egypt. 
Then in mid November my husband of 11 years (together for 16) and I decided to divorce.
In the space of 11 days I sorted through what I wanted to keep, packed it, arranged the divorce, organized travel for me and my dogs, and taught my online class with the help of some lovely friends and soon to be wasband and then flew cross country to Las Vegas to move in with my parents. 
I’ve applied for more jobs than I can count, hoping maybe I can manage full-time employment, though just full days of activity have been kicking my ass. 
I’ve had an interview with a temp agency. 
My fabulous parents bought me a new car. 
So, a hell of a year here at the end. 
I’ve had worse, to be honest. But 2015 better be awesome, dammit. 
Hoping it will be for all of you, too.

I'm hoping to do some more blogging now, especially while I look for more work. Maybe some day trips around Vegas and random hilarity. :)

So look for us here this year: 


Ten Years Ago Yesterday

This was me, taking my ending levels for the day at the dig at Abydos. You can see the Dec 01 04 date stamp in the upper right (I've posted this photo here before, thus the watermark at the bottom).

Things that are different:

  • I don't smoke anymore
  • About 40 extra pounds
  • I'm soon to be divorced instead of recently married
  • Hopefully I'm a lot nicer now than I was then.


Ten Years Ago

I was working at Abydos over the Thanksgiving holiday. We had to share the house with dinner. I'm not sure if I'll ever get back to Egypt again, but I had fun a decade ago. 

Traditional Thanksgiving Post

As I try to do every year


I am the Empress of Kerma

You may call me "Her Sarcastic Snarkiness."

So this jackass, apparently intent on creating the biggest entitlement complex in the US has claimed Bir Tawil so that his precious, deprived little princess can become an actual princess.

Bir Tawil is this chunk of unclaimed land between Egypt and Sudan. Why is it unclaimed?
It’s unclaimed because Egypt and Sudan are in a perpetual “not it!” contest over it. 
Because no one lives there. Because there is jack shit there. 

Dad says the family:
hopes to turn the area into an agricultural hub.
Hub of what, King No-Nads, Lacker of Parental Spine? Salt-bush? Edible rocks?
There are so many glaring issues of smug, pretentious entitlement, ignorance, and arrogance here it's breathtaking. 

So, following this jackass's reasoning, in order to make Bunny a true pretty, pretty princess:
I’m standing on top of the Defuffa at Kerma and I’m white. I’m the Empress of Kerma!
Oh, oh, and here I am with Tom, Emperor of Kerma!


Accepting Applications

When we first moved in this building, it was the quiet building in the complex. Now, not so much. The people above us seem to regularly bounce bowling balls.  Seriously, our ceiling visible dips at times and the ceiling fan shakes. 
With us on the ground floor are at least two apartments full of people who cannot close a door without slamming it. 
We have random tree puncher dude.
No one but us picks up after our dogs. 
The genius teenager in front of us likes to hang out with his friends in the breezeway under the stairs to smoke pot.  I wouldn't care except smoking ANYTHING in the breezeway is awful. And the kid totally fails at looking innocent. Eventually I will be irritated enough to just tell them. "Look, dude-bro, I can totally tell you're trying and failing to hide a joint over there. I don't care but please go somewhere else. And try to be less of a dipshit."
I want a cabin. With distant neighbors. 
Until then, I am grumpy and wish to smite things ala Narmer. I need a volunteer to carry my sandals though. Thus the title of this post. Please submit your applications in the comments.


Tens of dollars!

Based on my extensive market research (by which I mean sitting here petting the dogs while my fever goes higher) people around here will buy any damn thing if it has a fleur-de-lis on it. It seems to be a combination of the Saints being a halfway decent football team, attempting to link the coast with New Orleans by any means possible, and a desperate attempt to cling to the early French colonial history around here. I don't remember it being so popular and omnipresent in the early 90s but I had other priorities then, most of them related to avoiding bullies and trying not to die of boredom.
In any case: I propose to test this theory by hot gluing a bunch of fleurs-de-lis to doggy diapers. 
Problem: I need a venue to test market.