An Entire Year of School Has Totally Passed Without my Bloginess :-o

My children...Jawa Eric and Imperial Guard Claire and the Mouse Droid of Grampaness

My last post was so bleak, so yucky, so sad, and the year has been so full of eventishness.  Some good, some bad, but nothing like the bleak awful yuck of last summer, which I am trying hard to forget.  Insights learned?  Doctors are full of crap, by and large.  Being full of crap is uncomfortable, and colonoscopies can solve that if need be.  Seriously...don't go to a spa, just schedule one of those things and you'll never ever need to be reminded that regularity rocks and anything else is just ugh.

So, in good news, da Creature has had a very good year in the schools.  He even did an amazing thing at the Spring Talent Show:


We have been to a LOT of conventions, and met a great many of our heroes, and had that work out about like you'd expect, given the averages of humanness in all persons, celebrity or otherwise.

Matt Smith, looking a bit dazed by his NOLA Wizard World experience

 There has been cosplay, costume contest drama, winning costume contests, losing at costume contests, and LOTS of new prop making skills acquired.  That Jawa up there alone caused me to get a second dressmaker dummy and a serger as presents at Christmas, and almost set our kitchen on fire doing electronics wrong the first time.  Just kidding, but seriously, don't hook everything up to the same side of the box, folks, it ends in brightly burning out LED's and dangerously hot batteries and red faces and buying more electronic components.  It's funny, but that's kind of short lived.  :D

There has been excitement in therapeutic riding, and we found out that Eric will in fact clutch a trot strap like his life depends on it, when it is clear his life could depend on it, but also...it probably would have been better to teach him emergency dismount first, before the horse had a temper tantrum while he was trying to sit on it... O_o  All's well that ends well.

As for my health...beware your aging hormones, ladies...they will bite you in the digestive tract and make your life a living hell from which no physician will look you in the eye because they are so busy telling you that you imagined the whole thing.  BOO HISS.  I had myself tested damn you (like Sheldon) and I'm not crazy, so failing to fix any of the distress while charging me thousands of dollars was kind of unfair and cruel.  In the end, I have learned to manage the more flamboyantly horrible symptoms and will at some point have my ovaries completely removed if it doesn't settle down in the next year or two.  Blechness, to be sure, but much better managed without terror of digestive cancers (thanks, GI docs who didn't treat a single symptom I needed your help with, but loaded me up with tests that were all pointless and expensive).

So, it's off to reclaim the garden this year, and plan a summer of excitement for da Creature, and be thankful of wonderful new things rising on the horizon...there is a new person following us on our travels and we will call him... the Firstborn's Boyfriend or Bry Bry, for short.  Aren't they adorable?

I will be posting again, now that I'm not sick ALL the damn time.  See 'ya round the blogosphere and out there in the convention world.  Our next outing is NOLA Time Fest 2014 and will feature a panel by the AMAZING GRANDPA on the making of Dark Smalek, our new family member, an 80% scale Dalek, with a shiny black helmet and completely RC controlled superness.  "100% of the evil, 80% of the packaging."