Fresh Starts

Fresh Starts

So this is the start of a new month. We’re technically on Day 2 but I’m ignoring that.

A new month means… Not much really. Time to pay the mortgage again. Oh. Yeah. All the other bills too. I have to remember to write the correct month on my work paperwork.

I’ve been writing this weekend. Started what I hope will be an epic fantasy so we’ll see how that goes. Writing isn’t as easy as I remembered it being and I’m not super pleased with what I’ve produced so far. I keep reminding myself that just writing is okay for now. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be. I can always take what I create and work on it, use it, twist it into something I actually like.

Also starting this month is my exercise program. It’s not complicated. I just need to actually exercise. I’ll be walking Ms Venus for an hour in the mornings or in the evenings. On those days when this does not happen, I will be doing some sort of body weight exercising at home.

There will be no fast food. There will be no sodas. There will be lots of water and veggies!

Cosplay is NOT Consent

Cosplay is NOT Consent

People who spend hundreds, sometimes thousands of hours, creating amazing costumes are not asking to be touched and creeped. Yes, they want attention paid. No this does not mean they want to fuck. It means they’d love to hear your compliments on how amazing their costume looks. They’ll pose for pics usually. Unless they’re on their way to something more important than your immediate vicinity. Cosplayers don’t cosplay for you. They do it out of love for their fandom.

Revealing clothing is not an invitation to touch or to make suggestive, provocative comments. There is a line between flirtation and harassment. It’s not that hard to find. I suggest you find that damn line and walk on the light side. Don’t be an asshole.

This is one cosplayer’s recount of experiences at Momocon this weekend. I link it here so you may hear it from her lips. Luna Lanie has a sizable following over on YouTube and Momocon organizers attempted to keep her quiet about what happened to her and how she was treated. Thankfully, she’s one of those uppity womenfolk.

Thanks for being uppity, Luna Lanie!

I found this on the DragonCon Facebook page, BTW.



So I’ve recently accepted the fact that I am a feminist. Because of this realization, I’ve started collecting information on the topic. Holy shit, there’s a ton of variant strains out there in the wild. I feel like I’m one of those stressed out salmon struggling upstream against a ferocious stream of information that’s rushing by so fast that I can’t even get a finger on one stinkin’ piece.

First piece of advice, don’t try to read all of the articles you find online. The Internet is the ultimate collection of opinions presented as fact. See? This blog is my opinion. Not facts. When I use actual facts these will be cited in some half-assed manner. The articles and such you will find online are pretty much inflammatory nonsense hyped up and created to inspire emotional reactions.

Equality isn’t about emotions. Not at its core. Equality is what my brand of feminism is based upon.

Equality –
noun, plural equalities.
1. the state or quality of being equal; correspondence in quantity, degree, value, rank, or ability:
promoting equality of opportunity in the workplace
2. uniform character, as of motion or surface.
3. Mathematics. a statement that two quantities are equal; equation.

So okay. Not the math part or the part of the definition that has to do with even-ness. Eveness. Evenness. Geez, why does that word just look wrong no matter what? The third one is right, but it’s not the definition we are looking for. That first one.

the state or quality of being equal; correspondence in quantity, degree, value, rank, or ability

It’s one of those utterly frustrating definitions that refers you back to the base word which in this case is “equal.”

Equal –

1. as great as; the same as (often followed by to or with):
The velocity of sound is not equal to that of light.
2. like or alike in quantity, degree, value, etc.; of the same rank, ability, merit, etc.:
two students of equal brilliance.
3. evenly proportioned or balanced:
an equal contest.
4. uniform in operation or effect:
equal laws.
5. adequate or sufficient in quantity or degree:
The supply is equal to the demand.
6. having adequate powers, ability, or means:
He was equal to the task.
7. level, as a plain.

Now there is a definition I can sink my teeth into! As great as! The same as! Ignore the math stuff again although it is rather important when you really think about the meaning of the word equal. Of the same rank, ability, merit, etc.  Right in those first two definitions you can see exactly why I find the topic of equality to be the key thought behind Flea’s Feminism. I haven’t really decided what to call my school of thought yet. I’m still learning about the existing schools of thought on feminism.

Women should be treated as greatly as men. Women should be treated the same as men. Women are of the same rank, ability, and merit as men who have been trained for their positions. Yeah. I like that. Maybe I should be an Equalanist because women are not the only people who are suffering from inequality.



So, my current place of employment does not have a tuition reimbursement program. Nor do they reimburse you for the cost of taking the certification exam for hospice and palliative care.


Ticks me off deeply and thoroughly.

Flea’s Future

Flea’s Future

Figuring out what I want to do with my career has engaged a lot of my brain power lately. I’m a diploma RN and there’s no way I’ll be able to advance into management without a BSN so that’s gotta go on my list of priorities. It’s just such a pain in the ass to get enrolled and get all the transcripts and all that nonsense.

I have joined HPNA and due to that I qualify for a discounted fee to take the certification exam. I would love to do that soon, but I’m afraid to fail. I’m not very good at equianalgesic conversions and it’ll be a good portion of the exam. So I’m doing practice questions and starting to study my opioid conversions. I’m super nervous, but the practice questions are going really well. I also need to get into the box and bags of stuff I had left from my previous job because I think there’s a study guide in there somewhere that I remember my old boss giving me.

Ah, so much stuff to do and so little actual motivation to do them.

A $640M Dream

A $640M Dream

So what would I do with $640M?

Item One: Get a damn lawyer and an accountant I can trust.

Item Two: Buy my husband a Mustang.  Heh.  He’ll love that!

Item Three: Buy myself an Eternal Pass to DragonCon in Atlanta, GA

Item Four: Buy a bigger, newer house

Item Five: Pay off all of my and the hubster’s debt.  While I’m at it, let’s clear my entire family’s debt and get my sister out of the house that’s falling down around her ears.

Item Six:  Make an sizable donation to CHoT.

Item Seven: Charter a plane to fly us and the dogs to Oregon to see MomPat.

Hrm, I’d probably get to game a lot more.  Hell, we’d have to do a ton of travelling as well. There’s a whole world out there that I want to experience.


New Job Possibility

New Job Possibility

I interviewed with the director and a peer RN at a hospice organization here in SmallTown, TX.  I am super excited!  Hospice requires a different mindset than hospital work, which is what I’ve done since graduation from nursing school.  I am beyond eager to get out of the “jam ’em in, get ’em out” environment to be found at hospitals and ready to embrace the patient and family support intense atmosphere of hospice.

I am sick to death of hospitals.  Just plain sick.  My stress level is through the roof.  I feel massive amounts of pressure to accept whatever shit is thrown at me during the shift by either my supervisor (if I’m Charging) or the Charge (if I’m not).  It’s a different level of pressure in hospice… In fact, it’s almost an entirely different animal from what I’ve been told.  Ohmigosh.  I hope she calls me tomorrow and offers me the job.  Please.  Please.

Then my only choice will be whether or not to stay on at the hospital PRN or not.  I dunno when I’d work though.  I’d be doing a 40 hour week already.  Worry about it when/if I have the full time offer in my hand.


Too Fat for Fit

Too Fat for Fit

So I joined Weightwatchers a few months ago and it’s been hit and miss.  The miss is all my own fault since I find it nigh impossible to actually TRACK the way I’m supposed to.  The hit has been the fact that I’m much more concious about what I eat and the activity I either do or don’t do. I have lost a few pounds, but I must be better about eating stuff that’s good for me instead of the crap I enjoy.

So… Activity is my really, super weak spot.  I’m lazy and up-front about it.  So I joined a gym close by to my house.  Actually, I went to my doctor for a pain in my arm and he gave me a 21 day pass to his gym (The Dang Gym).  It’s more barebones than the one for Texas Health that I was going to.  But that’s in Burleson and it’s a 20 minute or so drive to get there.  I find it much easier to get up and go when I’m only driving 7 minutes instead of 20.  Besides, it’s not like I used the pool anyway.

Been walking a mile to warm up then hitting the machines to do some weight work.  I’ve done three days this week and it’ll be all I do til next week.  It’s nearly impossible to make time for the gym when you work 12+hours per shift.  So I’m on workout hiatus until maybe Sunday.  They’re open a few hours then.  I might even knock it up a few notches and jog some.