It's January already?
Where has my time gone?
Christmas has come and left me in the dust and a HUGE pile of toys that run on batteries and make loud obnoxious noises. Nate of course loves them and will bring you every last one if you give him a chance.
My birthday was spent sulking and bumping my own ego thread in Gaia. It was a quiet day and i was a little more than sad over the fact i cut Nate's nose by accident with my long thumbnail. (which i promptly trimmed to the quick) It's healed over now, and in a few months will be nothing more than a bad memory for me. I find it very hard to get over his booboos and ouchies. Everyone tells me that children will get hurt (and i KNOW this) but it's another thing to have to deal with the psychological part of seeing your baby bleed and cry. *sigh* Especially when you've accidently caused said booboo..
We really don't get out all that often, as it's much more comfy to stay home and play on our computers and ps2s. One day we'll get back into the mode to go and visit people, but until the Child has overcome his incessant need to grab everything in sight and EAT it.. we'll stave off. It's embarrassing to have to pluck a stray bit of carpet lint or ashtray out of your kid's mouth. *retch*
Donnie and i are doing fine, lovely even. His parents have been hounding me for another grandchild but i am not sure i'm ready for another. Or if i even want another at all! I don't have the heart to tell them that though. They do not believe in only children. I was one. I'm not THAT terribly screwed up. Even after dealing with my ridiculous mother.
Speaking of.. the bitch hasn't even called me in over a year. I guess she really didn't want to be a part of Nate's life. That's not surprising but it is saddening.
So i found out that Peter S. Beagle wrote a sequal to "The Last Unicorn" called "Two Hearts" I found the short story on the Sci-fi Fantasy mag website and sat down to read it in it's entirety other day. By the end of it's 5 pages i was sobbing like my grandmother had died yesterday. His writing reminds me of her so well that it brought out a fresh welling of mourning for the woman that tried to raise me to be the better over her daughter. D was wonderful. He held me and understood my pain. I have to get the actual printing of "Two Hearts" to go into my collection. If anyone out there in lalaland wished to buy it for me, be my guest. *wink*
Large images.
Sleepy baby..
Christmas trees are neat!
Aaaahhh..
Under the clothes basket of doom it waits.
He's eating Plato, the platypus.
Christmas has come and left me in the dust and a HUGE pile of toys that run on batteries and make loud obnoxious noises. Nate of course loves them and will bring you every last one if you give him a chance.
My birthday was spent sulking and bumping my own ego thread in Gaia. It was a quiet day and i was a little more than sad over the fact i cut Nate's nose by accident with my long thumbnail. (which i promptly trimmed to the quick) It's healed over now, and in a few months will be nothing more than a bad memory for me. I find it very hard to get over his booboos and ouchies. Everyone tells me that children will get hurt (and i KNOW this) but it's another thing to have to deal with the psychological part of seeing your baby bleed and cry. *sigh* Especially when you've accidently caused said booboo..
We really don't get out all that often, as it's much more comfy to stay home and play on our computers and ps2s. One day we'll get back into the mode to go and visit people, but until the Child has overcome his incessant need to grab everything in sight and EAT it.. we'll stave off. It's embarrassing to have to pluck a stray bit of carpet lint or ashtray out of your kid's mouth. *retch*
Donnie and i are doing fine, lovely even. His parents have been hounding me for another grandchild but i am not sure i'm ready for another. Or if i even want another at all! I don't have the heart to tell them that though. They do not believe in only children. I was one. I'm not THAT terribly screwed up. Even after dealing with my ridiculous mother.
Speaking of.. the bitch hasn't even called me in over a year. I guess she really didn't want to be a part of Nate's life. That's not surprising but it is saddening.
So i found out that Peter S. Beagle wrote a sequal to "The Last Unicorn" called "Two Hearts" I found the short story on the Sci-fi Fantasy mag website and sat down to read it in it's entirety other day. By the end of it's 5 pages i was sobbing like my grandmother had died yesterday. His writing reminds me of her so well that it brought out a fresh welling of mourning for the woman that tried to raise me to be the better over her daughter. D was wonderful. He held me and understood my pain. I have to get the actual printing of "Two Hearts" to go into my collection. If anyone out there in lalaland wished to buy it for me, be my guest. *wink*
Large images.
Sleepy baby..
Christmas trees are neat!
Aaaahhh..
Under the clothes basket of doom it waits.
He's eating Plato, the platypus.