A Twist of Things to Come

Thanks to the lovely biggelois, Big Boy now has a pen pal in Sweden. :D Strangely enough, these two boys are of an age and appear to be currently obsessed with the game Team Fortress 2. They figured out the time difference and played together online this weekend.

This from a boy who had to be forced to rake one tiny swath of the back yard, and then had to redo it because of the substandard job he did. *sigh* We have a leaf blower and all, but kids should know how to do things manually. I think he may have more chores rather than less, if this keeps up.

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The costume party was great fun. My friends have the best parties! They really do. Both boys went to a birthday party for Wee Boy's friend L. yesterday. Also great fun.

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I have the best friendslist ever! Just this morning, narniadear posted a poem she wrote that begins, "My skirt is like a sausage casing..." It made me happy. :) (It's friendslocked, so you can't read it (NYAH) but I thought it was brilliant.)

Also, I followed a recent link on Elizabeth Bear's blog to the Page 69 Project, which inspired me to drag up page 69 of my current work in progress. It wasn't bad, for a rough draft, which was quite encouraging.

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It is getting cooler here. We may have to turn on the heat soon. I have a bit of a dilemma with my plants. Basically, the only ones I have other than my African violets are the sections of Butterfly plant I grew from clippings. They are hearty, which is good. The only reason I have them, the only reason I've re-potted them and bought new pots to separate them out in, etc. is because the original plant was given to me after my mother's funeral. I've managed to kill all the plants she ever gave me. I do not have her interest in indoor plants. It only makes sense that in my re-organization, they must go.

They are not my mother. Whatever she left me is something I carry inside, and keeping a bunch of plants I have no place for or interest in is not keeping her memory alive. It's just penance.

Because somewhere in my stupid, stupid brain, deeply and beyond all hope of reason, I believe that if only I was good enough, and strong enough, I could have saved her. I should have been able to keep her from dying, somehow.

There you have it. I'm not just crazy, I'm freaking Anakin whiney-ass-beeyotch Skywalker. *bangshead*

*strikes theatrical pose* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

The plants have GOT to go.