"Mess with her she'll fv{|< you up" (from FF)
Why is it that reading the CL best of makes me want to write? Shrug...I should probably be playinig with kiddo, but she's happily feeding the dogs their food...somehow it tastes better from her hand and not their dish. It's 60 something today and we are enjoying the deck. Least we will be till my battery dies or I decide I want to keep writing and go find the power adapter. Her hair is in a very lopsided ponytail because she took the elastic out of her pigtails and put them on her wrists. One of my habits... difference is I do it with full-size scrunchies... she did it with half inch elastic. She got mad when I removed them so her poor hands could feel blood again, so I put them into a lopsided ponytail where she has yet to find them, lol. She finally went into her old room earlier. The conversation was something to the effect of "Where's G?" "He went home" "Where go?! Gone? Gone! Sad!" I censored his nickname/last name above. Guy's gotta have some privacy right? Ended up on the phone with W last night... while I was getting ready for bed (read: sitting outside half naked in 40 degree weather shivering my ass off and smokng). Dax started barking, he told me to rein in "Cojo." Cojo?!
My dog is a big 'ol beast. He'll be a year old on the 20th. I had him trained to not jump on people. G screwed that up on me. He wanted to dance with the dog. Difference is his little poodle is a lot smaller than my German Shepherd. Thus I have a new habit to break. Though I will always grin at the memory of the two of them standing side by side against the railing of my deck. Same height if you count the dog's ears. Daxy just got hit in the face by my kid comng back outside (with all 30 some puzzle pieces of course. At least she said excuse me!
My DS is el fucked. Sucks because I was one surgery from beating Trauma Center: Under The Knife. I should call around and see if I can find a new battery for it... Hmm yes, that's a good idea. My PSP also has a dead battery. I accidently ran it all the off reading something... so now it has to be charged in the car. No idea where the wall charger is. Oh hell I'm going to get the power for this laptop. My former roomie, he's a darlin'. Not only did he send my bad power adapter to the company for me, he also left me with HIS power adapter. Yay for the same brand laptops! And GameStop does not carry that battery. Pretty much knew they didn't but hope is still something.
I feel like making something for lunch...but what?! Lemme see... I do have french toast sticks in the freezer. Heh that's real cookin' Oh there's a topic for me to (cohesively) write on...
When I was chatting to G last night he said something about not wanting to call me a homemaker because it was demeaning. Now, despite having some really traditional beliefs, this one has a habit of dating psycho feminists... so he's got some mixed, uh, perspectives on such things. Here's the thing though... who says someone has to fit a certain mold to be a homemaker? Or a parent for that matter. Yes, I can cook, yeah I'll even clean (not that i enjoy it less I'm trying to get rid of some energy), I can crochet...spell? I can change diapers in all kinds of interesting places. I can bathe animals. I can mow the lawn (hate it!) And all of that is fine, but I'm also a lot of other things. Trust me, I have a lot of items in my house that would probably make June Cleaver have a heart attack. How about my lovely book collection on the occult? Or my toy collection? For that matter what about the 100 GB of porn that's laying around, not too mention the VHS and DVD? What about my love of melodic death metal? How about my love of video games? Or that I was once ordained under a Satanic church? (now defunct I assume the validity of that title went with it). How about the 6 years of college, psych honor roll and 2 degrees? I'm the kinda gal who will wake up, take care of a kid, put the kid down to nap, clean the house, make dinner for ya, get the kid up, actually have a deep conversation with you during dinner, grin like an idiot while you play with my kid and I get in some gaming, put her to bed, curl up with ya on the couch and later give ya the ride of a lifetime. Why the hell is that such a hard concept?! I miss Mr. G... we had a lovely routine with most of that. What were your words... tag team? Playing Daddy, indeed.
I think kiddo is going to go napless today...because I want to go somewhere. So...I'm going to go make lunch (french toast sticks and spicy sausage) and then we'll take off to a family friend's house which I've been meaning to do for weeks.
From: NiteMyste
10/12/2008 11:23:14
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I'm the kinda gal who will wake up, take care of a kid, put the kid down to nap, clean the house, make dinner for ya, get the kid up, actually have a deep conversation with you during dinner, grin like an idiot while you play with my kid and I get in some gaming, put her to bed, curl up with ya on the couch and later give ya the ride of a lifetime.
And all while whistling dixie...*chuckles*
Now THAT is what I call a REAL woman!