Bridget didn't know how he'd gotten ahold of it again, but by this point, she was certain it had to stop. Now that Dixon was walking, toddling around on two feet, and grabbing hold to either the bed or his mummy's legs when he got tired, he'd been exploring more ( Read more... )

No. of years on extremely odd and oft dangerous island: 2; No. of children since year prior: 1 (v.g. if answer were two, might want to stab myself through the eye with a baby powder scented safety pin. Oof.); No. friends lost: at least 3 (v.b.); No. gained: not nearly enough (although having a certain amount of time devoted to infant son was v. ( Read more... )

Once they'd been given the all clear to go back to the compound, Bridget had grabbed her sword, her son and she and Tim had gone back to their room. After all was said and done, they'd all come out alright, but Bridget was more exhausted than she'd been in ages ( Read more... )

Bridget, despite numerous efforts to the contrary, had begun reading self-help books again. This time, it happened to be The Last Self-help Book You'll Ever Need: Repress Your Anger, Think Negatively, Be a Good Blamer, And Throttle Your Inner Child , and to be quite honest, she was beginning to think that the title was extremely misleading. ( Read more... )

It had been over a week now. Over a week since she’d found O-Ren’s hut empty, and over a week since she’d decided to end things with Tim. And even though there had been several times during that week that Bridget thought that maybe, just maybe she’d over reacted and just hadn’t run into O-Ren, it was pretty much all set in stone now.

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Days since seen O-Ren: 3 (two was cause for concern. v.b.); No. of times thought Dickie might say ‘mama’: 3 (though ‘maaaaaaa’ followed by a laugh may just have been coincidence, as baby book says that 4 months is far too early); No. of times looked up at door of hut to see if O-Ren would be walking in: 347 (v.b.); Head state: v.b. Bloody fucking ( Read more... )

It had been a long weekend, predictably, considering that Bridget had spent a good portion of it making sure that Tim and his strange roommate didn't die of dehydration. She hoped that Tim's roommate would at least think to thank her when he awoke, considering that she'd had to endure listening to him talk while he slept ( Read more... )

There was a party going on, and for the second time since arriving on the island over a year ago, Bridget had to miss it. She and Dixon were in the rec room, as he'd slept most of the day and didn't seem to want to sleep now.

Of course her child would have to be nocturnal. And here, she thought that babies could sleep pretty much any time. Instead ( Read more... )

Christmas ( Read more... )

Bridget had been spending more time in the compound lately than she had in a long while. While she and O-Ren had tentatively decided to still live together, they hadn't quite gotten things built yet. So she was still staying in the compound, making trips to the rec room for books when she was bored ( Read more... )