JAMES' BIRTHDAY!!!

What an awesome, if spectacularly busy day.

We woke up early, showered the boy with love and a token present of a DVD or two (he got his Wiggles concert back a few weeks), then I went shopping for a present that wasn't even there. Humph. (Anthony's parents are giving him something specific that I wanted for him, but it's in a store they don't go to, so I'm picking it up). Alas, we will have to wait until they get more in. So that was a wasted trip.

Then, we had Anthony's family over for lunch. 13 people. I decided to go easy and just roast some potatoes, load the steamer up with vegetables and send Anthony out to buy a roast chicken or two. Three two year olds together make A LOT of noise. It was insane. But it was a nice lunch and James got some lovely presents and, out of all the toys, what he wanted to play with most and carry around was the silverware set. (? I don't know). But in his loot he got an etch-a-sketch! It's very cool. A magnetic alphabet system. And a Go Diego Go Animal Rescue backpack. With promises of more presents to come on Wed.

By the time we'd had lunch, opened presents, had cake... it was well after three and everyone went home... and it was time for me to CLEAN HOUSE and start all over again.

Because dinner was with my family (11 people) and I was doing the same thing, roast/steamed vegies and bought roast chicken. Luckily James took this time to nap while Anthony and I ran around getting things ready.

My mum made an Elmo cake. It was awesome! Bright red, but awesome! And James got even more spoiled. He got a Hawthorn couch, a *car* (like, a James sized ride in coupe car!), lots of jammies, clothes and books, but most of all... THIS.

Man, why weren't my family MY family when I was growing up.

James is one spoiled boy. I swear it.

And Wednesday is the Wiggles party, I can't wait.

Gakked from leobrat, even though I don't watch Doctor Who and have never even seen one episode...

Inspired by Doctor Who's "Turn Left:" Pick one of my stories and tell me a point in the tale that you'd change. Something tiny (e.g. "and then Fay chose silver glitter instead of gold") or big (e.g. "and then Rose was arrested instead of Jack") and I'll tell you how that one difference would have altered the course of the entire story.

All my fic can be found in the fic masterlist.

You're welcome to ask about a WIP as well.

Ok, so... I know I sometimes go overboard on things, but... I'm so excited!!!

James turns two on Sunday (omg, what?!?!? My son is TWO?!) and it's going to be pretty quiet. I'm having Anthony's family over for lunch and my family for dinner. Nice, quiet celebrations.

The REAL party is next Wednesday, in the morning, the mother's group. There's going to be nine two year old kids and it's a WIGGLES PARTY! I've been organising and planning stuff for weeks and now I'm weirdly excited.

Everything is Wiggles themed. The invitations, the cake, the plates, I have separated all the red, blue, purple and yellow balloons out of two packets, I have Wiggles straws, I'm going to make fruit salad and crunchy munchy honey cakes, (along with other food), I'm going to have low-joule no sugar diet cordial as 'rosy tea'. I have made a mix-CD of James' favourite Wiggles songs to dance to.

And most of all... I have the treat bags. OMG, the treat bags.

They're two, so I'm not filling them with lollies, but... the bags themselves are Wiggles and inside they get: a foam door hanger with foam stickers to make their own design (including their name), a page of Wiggles colour-in with three pencils and a Wiggles texta, their own copy of the mix-cd of Wiggles songs, pipe cleaners, a plastic kazoo, a mini box of sultanas, a mini pack of flavoured rice cakes, mini pack of apricot bites, a few lolly like things... AND... the best of all...

I'm going to make Gingerbread Wiggles! (Basically, a gingerbread man with a red/yellow/blue/purple shirt and black pants).

On Saturday I'm going to make the gingerbread men and on Wed morning I'll make the rest of the food.

I'm putting more effort into this than my own 30th. I'm geekily excited.

It's either going to go really well, or flunk spectacularly. We shall see in a week's time.

MEME Time!!

Gakked from cruiscin_lan

If you had me under your command and could make me write whatever you wanted - anything at all! - what would you make me write?

*Note: I'm not actually going to WRITE these, mind you, don't get your hopes up. I have a "to do" fic list a mile long already. It'd just be interesting to see what my market is.

Happy 1000 posts to me,
Happy 1000 posts to me,
Happy 1000 posts dear deluded, psycho babble, will you talk about something besides your son, get a real life JAAAAAAAAAAAACQUI!
Happy 1000 posts to me.

In celebration, does anyone want... anything? Really?

** You could make me specific prompts from my kink bingo card (keeping in mind I'm trying to do an "X", but am open to another pattern, also... "mirrors" and "bondage (held down)" is taken.

** You could request a kind of "update" fic-drabble for one of my existing completed fics.

** You could ask questions about one of my existing fics (complete or not) and I have to answer truthfully.

** You could ask for a preview of any incompleted, upcoming fics**.

** You could ask ME any kind of personal, in depth, weird, general, kinky question you want and I have to answer truthfully.

** You could... ask me to do something else and, depending on what it is, I can't garuantee I'll do it, but I'll try.

(** Please note: If we're not LJ friends and I don't know your name, nor have seen it anywhere before, you're still welcome to request, but you'll probably get a shortened preview and won't be added to the full filter. Thank you!**)
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I'm back on antibiotics and steroids. Stupid chest infection that won't go away. Grrrrrr.

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I want to make these specialised little cake things that are very intricate, but i have nothing really to make them for. I refuse to go to all that trouble for myself.

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Tattslotto peaked at $100+ million last night. I had a ticket. I won $13. (where's the rest of my money!?!??! I'm owed $99,999,987.00 thank you very much!). The ticket cost $25. I didn't even break even! Bastards.

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I DLed the first season of NCIS (I got into the show late and have seen one or two episodes here and there of the later seasons) and, because it's so old, it took over a week. A week! Anyway, today is the first day I've had time to myself... at home with James napping... and so I decided to watch it. The first 4 minutes were of the president and his entourage on Air Force One, then a Navy guy dies. Ominously. And then the first part of the credits come up all "NAVY CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION... (something starting with "s") and I was all "WHAT? NAVY?!??! Since when is it Navy? I DLed the wrong one! Fuckers! NAVY?!??!?"

But then the credits kept going and all the right people were there and I breathed easier. And was then confused.

Me: Since when is it Navy? Ohmygod.
Anthony: It's always been Navy.
Me: Since when?
Anthony: um... since ever. What did you think it stood for?
Me: I don't know. One of those crime shows. Like CSI or something.
Anthony: No, Navy.
Me: Then why do they solve murders and inner city crime and shit? I've never seen them investigate ANY kind of Navy ANYTHING. Ever.
Anthony: Maybe they morphed later or something.
Me: Stupid morphing fictional government arms. Navy?!?!??!
Anthony: Let it go.
Me: No.
Anthony: Even if it did say Navy, why wouldn't it be...
Me: There's another Navy one.
Anthony: That's JAG.
Me: No, you fucker, I *know* JAG. There's like a Navy NCIS or something.
Anthony: Navy Navy?
Me: I will kill you.

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My sister has booked us tickets to "Busting Out". I am both looking forward to it and slightly horrified. I don't know which will prevail on the day. I've heard it's really funny. Then again, sitting there with both my sisters and my mother looking at breasts might get awkward.

We shall probably drink heavily before the show. At 2pm. Sounds like a plan.

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I can't think of anything to say right now... I know I had a lot to post about, but it is all gone.

Darn.

Ok, so... hypothetically, if I had signed up for kink bingo, which fandom should I hypothetically write it for?


Poll #1421289
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Which fandom should I taint forever?

I think my cat hates me.

Is it really bad that I giggle whenever he's meows his displeasure at me tonight?

At 8:00pm, per the vet's orders, I took away his food dish. There is no more food. The cat is on a water-only diet for the time being... and he is NOT HAPPY.

Seriously, I've never heard a cat yowl and complain so much.

He was asleep on the couch at 7.30 and stayed there until about 9:00, when I was down the hallway waiting for James to fall asleep, then the yowling began. I figure that's when he first realised his beloved food dish was gone.

HEH.

Tomorrow, the cat gets snipped. Uh huh. Bah-bye now, furry balls. Nice knowin' ya.

So... I... uh... bought a birthday candle today. One of those 3D figurine ones. It's of the Wiggles in their Big Red Car in preparation for James' birthday.

Except that... I dropped the packet.

And now I have a 3D figurine birthday candle of four headless Wiggles corpses and four separate Wiggles heads just floating around.

It's gruesome and macabre. And possibly psychologically damaging if James sees it.

"Wake Up Jeff!... Jeff?... JEFF!"

Is it wrong to think my two year old son is possibly stoned?

Seriously, he was running up and down the hallway at breakneck speed, just back and forth, and then standing there laughing at a blank, solid wooden door. Then when I picked him up he laughed again, gave me a big hug all "cuddooooooooools!" and when I said "I love you. Do you know how much I love you?" He gave me a big sloppy kiss and slurred "Yup!", then got down to run up down the hallway again.

o_O

If he asks for chippies I'm getting him tested.

Actually... *listens to sudden silence*... I think he may be trying to eat cat food again. Yup, definitely stoned. I wonder who his supplier is.

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My insulin pump died this week. Again. Some more. Just stopped working. So... that meant another call to the medical specialties people in Sydney and organising different couriers to drop off a replacement pump and take mine away to be fixed. (This on-loan pump is an ugly shade of bright aqua blue, it's... eye scalding is what it is... I want my purple one back!).

This meant that I actually spent two whole days without a pump. I was able to inject myself with my emergency supply, (omg, manual injections, urghhhh!), but my body was still out of whack and I felt completely awful. Seriously, sick sick sick.

So, when the latest courier came on Friday to pick up the broken pump, he took one look at me and said "Oh, you're the woman who locked herself out!"

Yeah, gee, THANKS SO MUCH. I NEED TO GO DIE IN SHAME NOW.

Seriously? You can't just say "hi" and let it go? You have to rub it in my face? Tard.

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EDIT: All the above was two hours ago. You can thank my mother for barging in unannounced so that I could help her connect her laptop to the internet. LIEK NAO. This is harder than it sounds, as anyone who has ever met my mother will attest. She makes things five times as difficult as they need to be (and profane, she swears too much). Not to mention, she gave my already high-sleep deprived, probably hallucinating son CHOCOLATE. Gahfuckit. And then she dumped off two boxes worth of shit, "these aren't mine".

Well, thanks mum, but what the frig am *I* going to do with five seasons of Buffy on VHS? I left them at your house for a REASON. Duh.

Can I be adopted? Please?

Or rich? I'd settle for rich.

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I'm surrounded by stupid people. Seriously. Honestly, I swear, these are ACTUAL conversations I've had with people in the last week or so. Not made up. ("Hand to god").

CONVO ONE:

Cashier: $9.80 please.
Me: *hands over $10*
...various conversations, how are you? yadda yadda, isn't the weather nice...
*pause*
Cashier: So, um, if it comes to $9.80 and you give me $10, how much change is that?
Me: *dumbstruck*.. uh, twenty cents.

Seriously, I didn't even have the presence of mind to come up with a smartass answer, I was so mortified. She couldn't work out twenty cents change? It didn't even have a five in it! And she was IN FRONT OF A CASH REGISTER, oh my god.

Possible answers I have come up with since include: "twenty dollars" and "ask my son, he's the one in the pram."


CONVO TWO:
Solicitor on the phone: I have a letter here from you guys and the letter head has two addresses in it. Which one is the best to contact you with regarding our client?
Me: You have the letter right there in front of you?
Solicitor: Yes.
Me: Does it have a section in the top right hand that says 'respond to'?
Solicitor: Yes. *pause*. Ohhhhhhhhh.

And these people earn three tiems as much as me. Probably more. I want to kill myself.

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I had more, but I'm running on less sleep than my son.

Anyone wanna trade lives? At least until I've slept through theirs?

Wow, that's unwieldly.

Um, yeah, my own comment-fic meme!

Come one, come all!

It's simple, really, based on one premise: killing all our disliked characters! Ever wanted to throw a piano onto Duncan Kane's head? Done. Have Bob Bishop speared by hunting arrows? Done.


( THE ANTI-CHARACTER ANONYMOUS MULTI-FANDOM COMMENT FIC )

Oh, and as a friend likes to say, pimp this like she's yo ho.

PIMP IT!!

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Also, if you're wildly impatient and want to pimp out your own prompts... link to your own prompt thread!

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clevermonikerr is holding a VM Stamping meme.

Go, vote for me, tell me which character you think I am. Although, please, in the spirit of the meme, tell me who you think I *am* and not who you think I want to be.

Please?

My Thread.

Also, go join yourself. Get stamped!

Anyone of my tech savvy friends out there wanna help me? I'm having a problem with my computer and I can't seem to fix it. It's very weird. Also, by making this post, I am completely and utterly revealing my absolute computer-illiteracy (yeah, like that was a secret).

Ahhhhhhnyway...

Windows Live Messenger.

I live it, I love it, I use it all the time. I talk to my peeps on it. At least, I used to. A fair while back, it started to crash my computer, every time I logged on. I just kinda stopped logging on for a while, but then I decided enough was enough and uninstalled the thing so I could delete all the (what I thought were) corroded files and re-install a new copy.

And that's when everything went to hell.

I can't re-install it. My computer won't let me. Or, more precisely, the site that hosts Windows Live Messenger won't *talk* with my computer.

It keeps coming up with an error message that, when you click for details, says that "g-live is not set up to communicate with the world wide web on your computer". Which... bullshit, there's nothing wrong with the web connection on my computer, because I can do EVERYTHING else on the internet.

Why this? Why? And what can I do to fix it?

I miss my friends, I want to talk, to discuss, to share fic-in-progress, to mock badfic, to joke and CONNECT, omg.

Please help? Anyone?

I'm bored and I just finished the ultra-hard giant crossword that necessitated a lot of internet research into pre-normal english militias and egyptian presidents and WWII ally retreat zones and shit... (I better bloody win the prize, I tell you what)

Anyways... this means... MEME!

Because I now everytime I go to Google, the autocomplete always brings up the weirdest shit... and hence, the weird shit Google alphabet meme... or, you know, something that sounds a lot cooler and more streamline.

Go to Google, type in each letter of the alphabet, post some of the weirdest autocompletes Google gives you (or, at least, ones you want published, no one needs to know of your love for poodle bukkake)

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This just in: I am the most boring person on the face of the planet.

In other news: this new Hard Mummy Sleep Routine is working. Yay!! Half an hour, maybe, to get him to sleep... no more hours cramped up into his teeny tiny toddler bed half slumped onto the freezing cold floor. Woooo! At least, for three nights in a row. We'll talk again next month.

I think I'm too impatient for my slow cooker. I mean, sure, the result is awesome and we had the most melt-in-your-mouth beef and red wine casserole last night... but... eight hours? Seriously? That's really not instant gratification. It's not. I put a roast on this morning BEFORE BREAKFAST and now I want to eat it and it's not even lunch time... GAH. But I know at dinner time it will be delicious. It's just... I WANT IT NOW.

When is tv coming back? Honestly, there's nothing. I want my Heroes and Dollhouse and Lost. And I WANT IT NOW.

Ahem. I see a theme here.

Okay, signing off, nannoo nannoo.

You know, I'm shocked. I'm probably the last person (well, *parent* would be more appropriate, because I can hardly see some twenty-something year old childless couples sitting around watching a Wiggles DVD on a Saturday night) in the world to notice this, but...

Yikes.

1. Firstly, not so surprising, but... Henry the Octopus is the Wiggles' choreographer? That explains a lot, actually. Also, all the kids dancing on the DVD belong to Henry, Dorothy and Wags and various crew. Also not surprising, some are talentless and not that pretty (ooh, Jacqui, that's bitchy).

2. Also not as surprising, but heartily amusing (and a sign I've watched it too many times) but in one of the Wiggles DVDs (the Wiggle and Learn one), there's a scene wherein Yellow Wiggle Sam's buckle springs right open on his pants. In the next cut, it's done tightly up again. (perve Wiggle).

3. This shocked me tonight, because omg, HOW HAD I NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE?!?!?!??!?!?

In "The Big Red Car" DVD, the Yellow Wiggle is still Greg (Greg is the initial Yellow Wiggle, right up until very recently, until he got sick and left, but I digress). There's a whole big section with Captain Feathersword and his pirate crew (dear lord, the gayest pirates on the face of the planet, seriously, I have never seen gayer pirates, these pirates make Kylie Minogue back up dancers look straight, anyways...) and they're going on about Admiral Goodbloke ("He really is a good bloke!" *boom tish*), and the admiral asks one of them for his name and he's all very gayishly "My name is Dave!"

And in the background I hear Anthony, "I think your name is Sam" and I look at the tv and am all "OMG! It's Sam! It's Sam the Yellow Wiggle... BEFORE there was a Sam the Yellow Wiggle!"

How had I not noticed it? It's so obvious. The Wiggles poached their new Wiggle from their gay pirate crew and NOW I understand why the rest of the pirates dance their little gay hearts out... they want a cut of the Wiggles millions, too!

That is all. I have nothing else.

So... if I've just finished making lasagne and put it in the oven, but I'm really too hungry to wait, does it really make me desperate to be sitting here thinking about just eating crunchy, uncooked lasagne? I mean, seriously, it smelled so nice!!

My fingernail is blue. It's blue. Bah-looooooooooo.

We've been playing games in the bath and James' favourite thing now is to add some food colouring to the bath to make it different colours. "Green!" "Blue!" "Red!" "Yellow!"... and, especially when he adds colours to more colours to see what he can get... "Orange!" "Purple!".

But last night there was... an incident. And now I have a blue fingernail.

Work is very stressful at the moment. Stressful. Full of stress. Two of our staff have gone overseas. Given that our entire staff consists of a skeleton five people, with two occasionals, this is not an easy task.

One of our occasionals is a solicitor, who is working full time these two weeks, and I love her dearly, I do. But... and there's a but... when she's working in the office all day with me, sometimes it gets tricky. Because, yes, I understand her work is important, but she spends all day giving me stuff "here, I need this done now", which is fine, but I already have a desk full of files that need to be done "now", a list of stuff from the other office that needs to be done "now" and have to oversee Kathy's son making the briefs, all of which have to be completed and hand delivered (you guessed it) "now" before the cases run tomorrow. So taking a fucking breath and I will get to it when I can. Okay? Okay.

I swear, if Anthony gets sick one more time, I am going to hog-tie him and drop him off at the hospital. I don't care. Don't tell me you don't need to see a doctor, because you obviously do, this isn't going away, you've had it for four weeks at the very least. And you nag ME about not doing MY medical things properly. Gah.

An open letter to my son...

Dear James,

I love you very much, I do, but I have to start setting the rules. Mummy is NOT a living teddy bear and she cannot lie down with you for two to three hours every single night just because you're lonely and too stubborn to go to sleep. No. She will give you cuddles and kiss you on the head and sit with you until you fall asleep, but she's not going to squeeze herself down into your tiny little half matress for hours at a night anymore. It's not going to happen. Please get used to this. If you actually need a teddy bear, you have several thousand stuffed toys you barely even glance at. They're all great sleepers and they all love to cuddle for hours on end. I promise.

Much love, Mummy.

ps. Mummy's not coping. Mummy's going to have a nervous breakdown unless you get better sleep habits. Please help Mummy's sanity.

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James grew 10cm in three months! 10cm! He's going to be taller than me, soon.

I have to giggle everytime he says 'chips', because he says it 'pips'. And it's so CUTE! So very, very cute. And, it's not like I'm giving him chips everyday. I'm actually giving him biscuits (which I continuously tell him are biscuits), but he calls them 'chips' because they're in a little single serve bag he can carry around. Like... chips. I don't know.

OMG, is my lasagne ready yet? No. Fuck, I'm so hungry.

VM movie? Why, yes please. Although... what the hell is a DTV? Because, I have no idea.

More pr0n, please. Why is fanfic so chaste lately? Just... you know... strip off their clothes and throw them at each other. Fic characters love that sort of thing. And so do the readers. Just HAVE AT IT, my god.

I want to post photos, but to do that I have to hook up the other computer and it's sooooo. muchhhhh. effooooooooort. I'm lay-zee.

When are we getting our "thought based" computers? You know, the ones we just have to kinda think at for them to do what we want? Yeah, those ones? Because I want it now.

That or, you know, lasagne.

I hope James continues to have a really good nap, because I want to go shopping for easels later.

Yes, easels.

Because one of my friends requested (and by ‘requested’, I mean ‘was given no choice and I am posting them whether she wants them or not') some of my Firefly vids after recently watching Firefly for the first time... I have uploaded them to MU. So, I post them here for you all to enjoy.

You know, if you want them.

Remember, Firefly was very early in my vidding career. These videos are... clunky and awkward and not my best work overall, but I’m still quite proud of them and the meaning behind them is clear.

(Also, if you watch them, I’m not adverse to feedback, even all these years later:)

1. Fine Bunch of Reubens: A character study of our favourite people: Mal; Zoe; Wash; Inara; Book; Jayne; Kaylee; Simon; River; Serenity; Reavers. This vid is horrendously clunky and I would do so many things differently now, but the Reaver section still remains one of my favourite pieces of vidding to date. In any fandom. Takes heavily from both the series and Serenity, set to many different artists, including: Bon Jovi, Machine Gun Fellatio, 3 Doors Down, Sheryl Crow, Rob Zombie, and more!

2. Gimme A Break: Mal and crew have to deal with so many bad guys and generally just people out to ruin their day. A look into the adversaries of our crew. Series only, song by The Tenants. Warning for bad language.

3. Immune to the Whole Affair: JAYLEE! Yes, my very own Jayne and Kaylee vid. Y’all know they’re supposed to be together (Boo Hiss Simon). Spoils both series and Serenity, set to "Immune to the Whole Affair" and "Roll To Me" by Del Amitri and "Cowboy" by Kasey Chambers. Early vid, kinda clunky.

4. Can’t Keep A Good Girl Down: It’s all about Kaylee. My Kaylee tribute. All Kaylee, all the time. You know you love her. Spoils both series and Serenity, song by Marie Wilson. Reworked, I kinda like it.

5. The Girl of My Dreams Is Giving Me Nightmares: Jayne and River. Um... yes, you heard me. Probably remains one of my most popular vids to date and for a ‘ship I don’t even like. This one was awesomely fun to make and is noticeably smoother than a lot of my Firefly vids. Spoils the series, Serenity and the River Tam sessions, song by Machine Gun Fellatio.

6. Touched: Simon and River. You can take it as ‘shippy (if you’re into the Crazy Space Incest), or you can take is as a completely natural brother/sister relationship video. It all depends how you took the series, really. Spoils both series and Serenity, song by Vast. Transitions are clunky, one of the earlier vids.

Back to where I state I have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone...

It's reasons like this I feel sometimes I shouldn't be a parent.

You see, most people would laugh and move on, keep it to themselves, let the moment pass. But no. Me? I have to laugh hysterically about it and then post it ON THE INTERNET for all my friends and the entire world to laugh at for all time.

If James ever finds this post, he will learn to hate me. Yes, he will.

Anyways... bathtime, James has a bath, all is well. He gets out and, as per usual, loves to run around completely naked. Nothing odd there. We put powder on, he loves powder. Makes me put some in his hand so he can rub it in his tummy as well.

Then, as he's sitting there starkers, he decides to pick up his foot in both hands and try to put it in his mouth. With more or less success. He got it a few times, but... as you can imagine... completely overbalanced and rolled backwards...

AND THEN...

He looked down, saw one of his favourite toys between his legs... and got the Brightest. Idea Ever. He held it, bent right over, and tried to put THAT in his mouth.

I couldn't stop laughing.

Anthony didn't see it and is still unsure of whether to believe me or not, but... HEEEEEEEEEE.

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Completely unrelated... we went heater shopping today. To buy a heater (funnily enough) for the back of the house. See, now that it's winter there is NO HEAT in the back of the house (where, incidentally, the computer room and James' bedroom is). Personally, I can do with a little teeny space heater in the computer room, but I sometimes feel as if it's child abuse to get James to sleep in an iceblock.

So... heater shopping. We go to my dad's work. He shows us this wonderful "convector" heater, slim line, castors, just turn it on and leave it. Heats 5m x 5m, plenty big enough for the back few rooms of the house. He tells me "it's not a direct heat", that you have to turn it on hours before you want the real heat and then leave it on.

Fine.

We turned it on at approx 3:00. It's now 8:00pm. There's no heat. It's still friggin' COLD in the computer room and James' bedroom. The only heat is directly in front of the unit and it's barely there at all anyway.

Not a direct heat, my ass. I like direct heat and you know why? Because it's *HOT*. Which is what I want in a heater.

*grrrr*

Not that I can complain, because as we went to buy it, my dad pulled out his wallet and paid for it... so... free heater. It's just... I want to be warm. Especially since, to plug it in I had to unplug the little space heater. So... no direct heat... when is my convector heat gonna show up? Hmmm?

I have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.

But sometimes things make me giggle.

Such as this... at work, we file our clients alphabetically. Fair enough. On the outside of the folders, we have these little alphabet stickers with the first three letters of their last name... so it's easy to put on the shelf and keep it organised. Fine, done.

What's so funny about that? You ask.

Today, I opened the "BUT" file. Which, by itself isn't all that funny (be funnier if it were four letters, because it's actually a double 't'), but we actually also have a "FAG" and an "ASS".

ASS, BUT, FAG.

This makes me giggle. Sometimes three letters is unfortunate. Now we just need "TIT". Anyone know any good referrals? Send them on.

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We had a scare last night. James, in all his infinite wisdom, decided to put his hand into a pot of boiled potatoes. Uh huh. Some tears. A lot of cold, running water. And many mummy hugs. Then he was fine. Not even a blister, barely even reddened skin.

I may have to put the kaibosh on him helping me with dinner. *pout*. But he loves it so.

AND, he says "I love you" now. Unprompted. It's awesome!

Big news to me, not so much to everyone else, but last night after his dinner, he looked at us and said "out" to get out of his high chair. This is a big deal, because he usually just whines and cries and makes a fuss and I have spent SO MANY TIMES trying to tell him "if you want to get out, just say 'out', you don't need to cry about it". AND LAST NIGHT HE DID!

NUMFAR! Do the dance of joy!

Okay, so... from months and months and months of staying away... I relented.

I visited ff.net for some fic.

And I was shocked by what I found.

We're talking me here, The Angst Queen, the one known for writing more cheap and cheesy angst than Jodi Picoult...

And I found someone who OUT-ANGSTED me!

That's right! It can be done!!

If the summary alone doesn't quite give you an idea:

Set mid S1. Veronica has cancer. At first she thought it was nothing, but she was wrong, very wrong. After everything Veronica has been through, can she survive this latest blow?

(Because, jesus-christ, if there's one thing the abandoned daughter of a drunk who witnessed the dead body of her murdered best friend inadvertantly cause the complete social ostracising of herself and her father and was then later raped before her entire school torments her needs... it's CANCER!)

Then perhaps the chapter titles will give you a clue, there's six of them, and the last one is inspiringly called "losing the fight".

Yup.

So, it's a happy ending, then?

She doesn't even get to SOLVE A MYSTERY, let alone the main ones!

What's the point of that? What lesson is learned? What character growth comes of THAT?

I mean, come on, at least my few thousand words of drivel MEANS something besides pure torture.

Right? Right?

At least I never gave her a life-threatening, women's chanel disease that slowly saps her life and steals both her breasts.

So... yeah... since we last talked...

( Parties, dinosaurs, meltdowns and James' brain injury... just another weekend in my life... )