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I wonder if my parents would like some fanfic.

I just realized (again, because I had this realization last summer, too, and then again this past November) that I need to start planning my parents' fiftieth anniversary party now, because I won't be here this coming fall, and could be as far away as Hawaii. Not to mention I will be one broke woman because I'll be at law school.

This is going to be tough. It's a real shame, because I can give everyone else fandom-related things, even my birth mother, but not my parents. Or maybe it's a shame that the rest of my family all have their own fandoms. (No, that's not a shame. It is funny, though, especially when it runs the gamut from horror-based fandoms [mine, of course] to Lord of the Rings [all right, also mine, but also my birth mother's], LotRIPS [birth mother's], and 24 to Hanson [younger sister's] and the Simpsons and Bone [my younger brother's and only in such a way that I can buy him things from it, not that he reads fanfic (that I know about, anyway, and I doubt it would be for those [and man I like the parenthetical side notes])].)

On a non-related note, though I can handle working with family members, I am never again working through J. to his family members. He gets far too upset when they are bitchy, whereas I don't really care. Maybe it comes with the freelance design business, but I'll do whatever they want and if they don't appreciate it and can't even thank me or say one nice thing about the fifteen hours of work that have gone into it, I don't let it get to me. He's not learned to do that, yet, and on the one hand, that's good, because it means he's always been appreciated for all his hard work (especially when he was at Xerox). On the other hand, it means he gets hurt when things like this happen.

And on yet another hand (I'm a mutant didn't you know? or maybe an alien like Stitch), I am just a cynical bitch. I've been in situations where I didn't get the appreciation, the recognition, the damn promotion because I was a young woman, and I'll fight for my rights when I think the battle is worth fighting. This is not one of those times. Not that poor J. wants to fight, he's just angry and can't lash out at her, so he yells here and I have to deal with it.

So far off topic I don't know how I got here. What I meant to say was woah, must plan a big anniversary celebration now so that it can take place when I'm gone. And yay fandom for being a good distraction.