NaBloPoMo 2013 - Day 14

[maybe_amanda101]

Today's suggestion is:

14. Write about your first fandom crush(es). (Post a picture of them if you can!)

but I've done this already, haven't I? Batman, Star Trek, etc etc etc.

So instead I am going to tell you about today's exciting plans! My husband is en route to Montreal, my kid borrowed the car, so I am home and refusing to do anything useful or adult!

Instead, I'm going to make ornaments for my sci-fi x-mas tree!!!

Back in 2003, something went wrong with my right arm. (I never did get a definitive diagnosis. The suggested maladies spanned the gamut from horrifying to really bloody terrifying, so I've lived in blissful ignorance after three years and three doctors essentially shrugged). I had muscle spasms in my shoulder, back, and abdomen, and my arm didn't work. I mean, I could move it, but, aside from constant pain, I couldn't feel anything. (You know that thing when you expect, say, a ceramic coffee cup to be full, so you lift it, only to discover that it's full of glitter and confetti, and also made of fun-foam, so everything goes flying? Everything was like that. I was getting no feedback from the arm (and did I get some lovely burns during this time!) Also, unless I could see it, I didn't know where my arm was. This sounds like nothing, cuz when can't you see your arm, right? At night, in the dark, in bed, when you are wondering why your husband is poking you in the face, only to discover, no, your arm isn't where you left it, and it's YOU poking you in the face. In case you are wondering, yes, that was really fucking disturbing.) Anyway, I was miserable and sore and miserable and really miserable. About two weeks before Christmas, I still hadn't gotten the tree up and I had no enthusiasm and I hated everything and really, could I just sleep until I felt better and wake up in like maybe June, or never? So my hubby called my sister to come and take me shopping (which, since she is just about the busiest person in the universe, was a really nice thing for her to do at a moment's notice - Hubby must have scared the hell out of her).

When I got back, my husband had set up the tree, and my kids had decorated it. But instead of the usual decorations, they decided to cheer me up by making a sci-fi tree. They put all our Star Wars, Star Trek, and X-Files collectables and action figures on it, bought some glow-in-the-dark aliens at the dollar store and made a garland of them, and replaced all the usual lights with green ones.  

It was very sweet of them. I probably cried. (But I was crying a lot then, anyway).

Since then, we've had a sci-fi tree every year. (As we say around here, "It's not really Christmas until there's a Klingon with a bat'leth hangin' on the tree!)   We/I make new decorations every year (we could buy them all, sure, but what fun is that? None at all, that's what.) Today I have decided to start on this year's additions:

(1) some retro-rockets from up-cycled dollar store ornaments

(2) a Death Star  

(3) a Tardis (probably using a toothpaste box)

(4) an IOU apple

I will post the results, you lucky people!  :D