Definition of terms
Mar. 14th, 2007 05:01 pmI noticed today that there have been these slow trickles of defriending (and seriously, I'm not bothered by that sort of thing) and I'll assume it's because a) I'm crude b) I'm not posting content you want to read and/or c) this is not the journal you were looking for. *jedi mind wipe* So I'll just put it out there: I won't care if you need to leave. If you're just hanging on, hoping to slink away some distant day, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll cut my wrists, sure, but I'll be fine. *bites lip* I'm probably not going to ever ever change (just ask my parents) so if you're unhappy with my LJ on your flist, no harm, no foul. :D
*claps hands* Now that's out of the way... I had my friend Alison's kids over for the day and I am worn out. Did I send her home with tired, cranky, sugar-filled children? Everything but the sugar part, for I am croo-elle. (Hey - the rule was: eat your lunch, and we bake cookies later. They didn't eat their lunches, so... *hands*)
They are sweet kids, just a bit whiny (they're used to that working on their worn-out mother.) I finally coaxed the little one (nickname: "Breezy." I defy you to come up with a cuter name for a curly-haired tow-head!) onto the trampoline, and boy, did I wear those chubby little legs out. Hence the cranky. They'll pass out for their mama, which was my plan. :D My #2 is going to be in high demand in a few short years as a babysitter. She's so damn funny and responsible. <3 The Boy was very sweet and loving to Breezy - he's always wanted a little brother, and I think he likes how the little dude hangs on his every word. D'aww.
We watched "The Last Unicorn" which was a tad too long for the under 5 set, but at the end *SPOILER ALERT - ha ha* when the unicorns are revealed to be the foam on the sea, Kate (their older girl, and Emily's best friend) stood up with her hands in the air like \o/ and squealed, "there they are! I see them, oh I see them!" and absolutely GLOWED. Heeeee! *claps hands like we need to save Tinkerbell!!*
Then we talked about how Spring comes when unicorns walk through a place, so we debated where the unicorns passed down our street, because clearly Spring is springing. Then we played "Crack the Egg" for an hour on the trampoline.
You know, I'll be the first to admit that I don't tend to like other people's kids. They are usually whiny, petulant, bad mannered, and that's just the parents! [/rimshot] But, I LOVE these kids. They're so ready to be playful and silly. I can't understand a child that can't be silly. Well, most adults I can't understand for the same reason, either.
Now if someone could just get me to stop quoting Chistopher Lee: "I knew... you were... the LAAAAAAST!" that would be great.
ETA I forgot to add the whole reason I wanted to post: my MOTHER IN LAW. She called (and why must she always sound so SHOCKED that the phone works? (I have caller ID) "Hi, MiL." "Oh, Laura?" In a voice that sounds like she was trapped in a cave and someone switched on a torch. And it's every. Single. Time. she uses the phone. "Oh? Oh!" GAH - after all these years don't you know the phone has a voice at the other end when you Hulk-smash the numbers?! Anyway, she called to tell me I may or may not be invited to dinner at her house tomorrow. I KID YOU NOT. I may... OR MAY NOT be. Because she's not sure if it will be okay with my husband's brother, who is up for a short visit. *eye roll* Let's just hope it's "may not" and save some trouble, okay? What is WRONG with this woman? I've got her on senility check. *points peace sign towards her face, touches my eyes with the same, points back*
A final note to tell all of you out there needing hugs and love and peace and quiet time: I've been thinking about each one of you, and hoping you'll find some happiness soon. I'm not always good about elbowing in to people's journals and forcing sugar on you, but just know I'm hoping things are okay. Much love to you all!
*claps hands* Now that's out of the way... I had my friend Alison's kids over for the day and I am worn out. Did I send her home with tired, cranky, sugar-filled children? Everything but the sugar part, for I am croo-elle. (Hey - the rule was: eat your lunch, and we bake cookies later. They didn't eat their lunches, so... *hands*)
They are sweet kids, just a bit whiny (they're used to that working on their worn-out mother.) I finally coaxed the little one (nickname: "Breezy." I defy you to come up with a cuter name for a curly-haired tow-head!) onto the trampoline, and boy, did I wear those chubby little legs out. Hence the cranky. They'll pass out for their mama, which was my plan. :D My #2 is going to be in high demand in a few short years as a babysitter. She's so damn funny and responsible. <3 The Boy was very sweet and loving to Breezy - he's always wanted a little brother, and I think he likes how the little dude hangs on his every word. D'aww.
We watched "The Last Unicorn" which was a tad too long for the under 5 set, but at the end *SPOILER ALERT - ha ha* when the unicorns are revealed to be the foam on the sea, Kate (their older girl, and Emily's best friend) stood up with her hands in the air like \o/ and squealed, "there they are! I see them, oh I see them!" and absolutely GLOWED. Heeeee! *claps hands like we need to save Tinkerbell!!*
Then we talked about how Spring comes when unicorns walk through a place, so we debated where the unicorns passed down our street, because clearly Spring is springing. Then we played "Crack the Egg" for an hour on the trampoline.
You know, I'll be the first to admit that I don't tend to like other people's kids. They are usually whiny, petulant, bad mannered, and that's just the parents! [/rimshot] But, I LOVE these kids. They're so ready to be playful and silly. I can't understand a child that can't be silly. Well, most adults I can't understand for the same reason, either.
Now if someone could just get me to stop quoting Chistopher Lee: "I knew... you were... the LAAAAAAST!" that would be great.
ETA I forgot to add the whole reason I wanted to post: my MOTHER IN LAW. She called (and why must she always sound so SHOCKED that the phone works? (I have caller ID) "Hi, MiL." "Oh, Laura?" In a voice that sounds like she was trapped in a cave and someone switched on a torch. And it's every. Single. Time. she uses the phone. "Oh? Oh!" GAH - after all these years don't you know the phone has a voice at the other end when you Hulk-smash the numbers?! Anyway, she called to tell me I may or may not be invited to dinner at her house tomorrow. I KID YOU NOT. I may... OR MAY NOT be. Because she's not sure if it will be okay with my husband's brother, who is up for a short visit. *eye roll* Let's just hope it's "may not" and save some trouble, okay? What is WRONG with this woman? I've got her on senility check. *points peace sign towards her face, touches my eyes with the same, points back*
A final note to tell all of you out there needing hugs and love and peace and quiet time: I've been thinking about each one of you, and hoping you'll find some happiness soon. I'm not always good about elbowing in to people's journals and forcing sugar on you, but just know I'm hoping things are okay. Much love to you all!
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Date: 2007-03-14 10:15 pm (UTC)On the other hand, I adore my sister's kids, and the largest regret I have about moving away from the south is missing being with them as they grew up. Smart, funny, silly and did I mention the funny? So great. C is coming up to Harvard next year, so at least I can venture forth and have perodic swellings of auntly pride and make her giggle until her cheeks turn pink.
I want to point out that I have not been moping about, but writing poooorn. Or backstory for AU characters who've become porn stars. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do the exposition.
::smoooooches you::
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Date: 2007-03-14 10:19 pm (UTC)Oh, honey, I wasn't implying you were moping about! There are some folks who have suffered some horrendous loses lately, and I've been at a loss for how to properly comfort them, is all. But YAY FOR WRITING!! I bet you feel all productive and sexay.
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Date: 2007-03-14 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-14 10:19 pm (UTC)Damn right missy!
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Date: 2007-03-14 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-14 10:43 pm (UTC)Hahaha to your mother in law. Now, who knows? Perhaps she's built a sekkrit cave in case of Armageddon...oh, wait, no, they're kind of...reserved!Protestants, aren't they? Hmmm. A cave of her mind? *does wavy fingers in the air*
But yeah, that's odd, her alert that you might or might not make the guest list. I guess she wants to give you a heads up, and ... remind you that your brother in law doesn't like you, I don't know? *hands* It's the restricted oxygen in the cave. She can't think!
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Date: 2007-03-14 11:00 pm (UTC)They're Episcopalians, but they don't care for High Church as she likes to be a feminist and wear pants. (She actually says this.) Her mind is a CAVE, YES. (Oh, #2 sees that I'm talking to you and she told me to tell you to hurry up and come and AI rocks. Apparently she's a big fan and I'm FINALLY on board thanks to you. Hee!)
Well, I'll just sit here on this pillow of pins and needles waiting to hear if I get to come over and eat the same meal we have every time I go over there! *licks claw* HEEE.
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Date: 2007-03-14 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-14 11:01 pm (UTC)Now I'm singing the Rocky theme song, ready to post away some more! :D
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Date: 2007-03-14 11:10 pm (UTC)Also the "may or may not be invited" deal? CLASSIC. We must swap stories.
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Date: 2007-03-14 11:14 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD LEE. Given what we've been emailing this afternoon, HA, I say. I swear, the next time we talk, I'm doing the Voice for you. She's so surprised, and a little afraid that there's a voice on the other end of the plastic at her ear.
EVERY TIME! *bites nails, hoping to eat Carrot Dimes and other 1964 recipes from Good Housekeeping* <-- I am SUCH a bitch, hahahaha!
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Date: 2007-03-15 12:10 am (UTC)That icon cracks me up. I have this slow, rumbly, kind of dumb-sounding voice in my head with the "Let's be friends."
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Date: 2007-03-15 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-15 01:54 am (UTC)But I just can't relate to those kids, you know? In other news, we just finished playing Monopoly here and my daughter CRIED when I took all of her money. LIFE IS SWEET. Ahahaha.
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Date: 2007-03-15 02:05 am (UTC)She cried? Aw. I hate Monopoly. Always have. When I was kid we played Scrabble and I never won, of course, and I would cry. But I still always wanted to play. That and Tri-ominoes (which I could actually win sometimes).
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:33 am (UTC)TRIOMINOES. Oh my gosh, I haven't played that in ages! I loved that game! (We're big fans of board games here.)
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:39 am (UTC)I like board games. Chris does not. *sigh* I still get to play scrabble online though, so I get my fix that way.
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:44 am (UTC)Randomly she would hold her properties up to her nose and sniff and say, "Mmmm. I smell a winner." HAHAHA. I love my kids. Come stay with me and we'll play all the games you want. RAWR. :D
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Date: 2007-03-15 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-15 03:35 am (UTC)Hahaha. YOUR ICON!
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Date: 2007-03-15 04:29 am (UTC)Also, check the icons, heee. (http://community.livejournal.com/rust_stardust/15191.html#cutid1) They're from Blackadder, omg, so quotable.
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Date: 2007-03-15 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-15 02:16 am (UTC)Ugh. Furries. I mean, on a personal level, nice people. But just in concept... ugh.
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:36 am (UTC)Hey, it weeds out the flist, right?
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:18 am (UTC)If you'd like, I can call your b-i-l and tell him that Laura's got cooties, so please make sure she doesn't come to dinner.
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:38 am (UTC)Yay for silly kids! Boys especially. We always had my dad's music students as babysitters growing up, and they were the goofiest, most fun boys ever. I loved it. <3
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Date: 2007-03-15 01:43 pm (UTC)I know Alison was delighted to have kids that toppled into bed like logs felled by a lumberjack. That makes for a sweet evening.
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Date: 2007-03-15 02:24 pm (UTC)Did you have a lovely day, though? The snippet you commented about sounded perfect for you - all of your favorite things! I hope you felt loved and special, Anne-girl!
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Date: 2007-03-15 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-15 09:10 pm (UTC)Dude, kids. The thing is, I thought I liked them, until I interacted with more of them. They're so loud and snotty and oblivious and sometimes I want to sit on them. But Kids I Like are a different animal. I like them better than almost all grown up people. They play and then I get to play and no one every PLAYS at my age any more, which is a travesty, because I AM NOT OLD. I need to watch The Last Unicorn again. I hadn't heard that about spring, I don't think. I love that.
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Date: 2007-03-16 01:12 am (UTC)What.The.Fuck?
And, if anyone can identify senility, it's definitely you.