What has it come to that people are considering bulletproof backpacks for their kids? Why is the idea of starting our own version of “The Village” even coming to mind? Why am I even researching the possibility of homeschooling just for safety reasons? Why have I implemented a new household rule – the next time this shit happens (because there will unfortunately be a next time), the hatchlings stay home for at least a day or two afterwords? Thanks, non-credible threat at Hatchling #1’s school for making me do this.
Oh, wait. We can’t get our shit together about guns or mental health in this country (let’s not kid ourselves – it’s about both subjects). We can’t take a hint from Australia or Japan (or any others). Thanks for making an already difficult job even more so. If you’re offended by that or don’t get that my thanks is sarcasm, that thanks is probably for you.
Seriously, things are getting creepier out there politics-wise. I loved the movie and can’t wait to finally read the graphic novel, but I have no interest whatsoever in living it.
Besides Neil Gaiman (finally reading my first NG/Terry Pratchett book – Good Omens), Douglas Adams, and Charlaine Harris (I love both & have read them before), can anyone recommend good, distracting fiction?
What is it about having kids that leaves a huge, gaping wound that never closes? Why does it all of a sudden become impossible to reread a book or rewatch a movie you previously enjoyed, despite what happened to the young character in it, without crying your head off? That’s if you can even bring yourself to read or watch it again to begin with.
Because we love the everliving shit out of our little monsters and can’t help but see them even when they’re not right in front of us. They worm their way into our hearts & minds and set up shop permanently, the little brats. Just like they should.
I love my hatchlings and woe-is-me to anyone that ever messes with the little book ruiners 💕💕
American Horror Story (the show, not politics)
How the hell is this show not on HBO? This was the thought that popped up by the end of the opening credits of the first episode of AHS: Coven.
I’m late to the game – I just bought it last week. I was finally able to start watching it tonight. The opening was brutal as hell. Kathy Bates was absolutely amazing as Madame LaLaurie. The whole is amazing, to be honest. I’m looking forward to watching the rest of it over the next couple of weeks. After this, I may tackle AHS: Hotel or AHS: Freakshow. Once AHS: Cult is out on Blu-ray, I’ll definitely be tackling that one.
Any recommendations for other seasons? Inquiring minds want to know
We had two of these delightful tables before I woke up this morning. What happened to the other one? A certain clumsy twit of a woman tangled herself up in the bedsheets when she woke up & fell. Thanks to her messy ways, the two cushions on the floor and the get- comfortable-after-work clothes piled on top of the now deceased table broke her fall. Said fall also broke the table. Thankfully she & her mate prefer the closet without the silly accordion doors or she would have been wearing one as a hat after the poor table would have bumped into it.
Her poor toe only felt lightly sore this eventful morning. This evening,however, the obnoxious bastard hurts.
Yeah, I’m still a klutz…
Potty training is well underway! Teaching Hatchling # 2 not to touch the router – a work in progress :p
Odd: when child who normally asks you to Stop! when you sing, asks you to sing them to sleep. Annoying: the only allowable song is The ABC Song, causing you to almost put yourself to sleep and getting stopped mid song when you try to sneak in a different song.
The accursed song now has some new lyrics…
Note to self: get a bloody apron (and possibly goggles & long-sleeved shirts) for use when cooking. Cooking in a tank top while being well-endowed (and a klutz) does not go well together.
Thankfully, the pink spots on The Girls from the oil should be gone by morning. The one drop at landed on my face thankfully didn’t go further up than my lower eyelid. My arms are used to it by now. No wonder I started oven-baking everything for a while.
Steaks. Frying pan. Apparently not-too-gentle placing of meat in pan. Enough said.
I’m about to start my fourth week out of training in my new job. I’ve settled in and am feeling very comfortable so far.
Already, I’ve been given additional responsibilities – not something I expected so soon. Thankfully, I am only making outgoing calls (and not many at that). I work at a speciality insurance company in the processing department – no more call center work for this woman. After 15 1/2 years at one doing customer service and 2 1/2 hellish months at another doing customer service/sales, I just couldn’t take it anymore. The few weeks I spent at the call center for this insurance company (as a temp) weren’t bad, I’m just burnt out like you wouldn’t believe.
I’m so de-stressed that I’ve picked up my instant camera again the other day (an adorable light blue Fujifilm instax mini 8) for the first time in months! I’m particularly excited by the release of black & white instant mini film by Fujifilm sometime next month. Not to mention, the release sometime next spring of the Instax SQUARE. The shots won’t be the same size as the old Polaroid/current Impossible Project pictures, but at least it’s square, which I loved as a wee one. I’m actually planning on adding the SQUARE to my camera collection next year. Right now, it’s my mini 8 and my Canon Elph point & shoot digital camera. I have an old Yashica film camera that belonged to my dad, but it’s not in working order anymore. I’ll post pictures of my darlings soon.
Yes, I’m a bit old-school. Digital is great (I would love a Canon Rebel SL1 and Nikon Coolpix p900 eventually if I get into digital photography more), but nothing beats the reminders of childhood and the instant gratification of instant photography. At least we don’t have to buy flash cubes as well as the film. Yeah, I’m that old :p
Important rule for maintaining one’s sanity when parenting a toddler/young child – Do not, under any circumstances, try to apply logic to the aforementioned child’s actions. They’re more Romulan than Vulcan.