Sorry guys, very few photos this year. I'm actually disappointed. I'm sure I will have a whole bunch of photos of him PLAYING with his exhaustive haul, but apparently there was no time to take any on Christmas day.

I'm just about dead on my feet. And that is almost literal.

I'll just give you the highlights...

I eventually got to bed at 4:00am. James woke us up at about 8:30am. Well, he woke me up. Daddy Grinch refused to get up and went back to sleep. So James and Mummy got up to check out the tree and see if Santa had come.

Only, James didn't seem to be interested much, until I'd changed him and gotten him a banana and ONLY THEN did he perk up at the idea of presents. We raced to the tree and he was very excited to see the soccer goals, immediately pulling one out and kicking the ball into it (strange, how even a toddler manages to figure out that if he plays on his size he can put the ball down verrrrrrry close to the goals and ensure getting it every time. 'come back a bit, James, give yourself a challenge'. He missed once, shrugged, and continued placing the ball about one inch from the goals... I'm gonna have to work on him there).

It was a struggle to get him to concentrate on much else. We looked at the ring toss and the bath table, then went through the stocking. "Clothes? You expect me to stop playing for clothes? Puh-lease, what do you take me fo... oh, WOW, is that a WIGGLES T-SHIRT?!?!??!?!?!"

Strangely enough, though, he didn't want to open the wrapped presents. He kept giving them back to me. "Mummy presents.". "No, they're presents for James. You open them.". "For mummy!". "You want mummy to have some presents?". "Yes." "But, these ones are for James. Mummy can't open her presents until Daddy wakes up."

*pause*

"DADDY! WAKE UP, DADDY!" *runs into bedroom, jumps on Daddy*

Mummy: "Heeee. I love that kid."

As for myself, I hauled in quite a bit. I got some very lovely pandora charms for my bracelet from Anthony (from having one charm for seven months, I have received seven new ones in the space of a week!), the Office season four, Scrubs season 8, Harry Potter 7 on Blue Ray (from James) and Dollhouse, two Lucie Thorne CDs, a shirt, some chocolate, some cash, a voucher (from various). Anthony hauled in Guitar Hero World Tour (combined from me and kris kringle), an AFI tshirt and X-files S3 (from James) and various other cashes and chocolates.

All in all, a good day's commercial haul.

As I put the finishing touches on the baking and the food, James was out in the front yard playing with his new soccer goals and automated bubble gun and what have you. The steet was literally packed iwth kids and parents playing with new xmas stuff (oh, god, it was almost like olden days, I loved it). This poor beleaugered mother was helping her daughter with an obviously new pair of roller skates. The kid was moving at about one foot every ten minutes, scared shitless and unable to roll. We say merry christmas and the like and she looks at James with his soccer goals and asks him if that's what Santa bought him and then looks up at me "We should have got the same thing". I had to laugh, it was funny.

There were a few cranky-tired-spoiled-boy tantrums at Nanny's christmas lunch, but mostly it all went well. Auntie Alle made the most gorgeous croquenbush (Anthony: "Who wants to eat cock and bush?" Jacqui: *slap*). Nanny made cocktails for the ladies (Japanese Slippers and Melon Balls) and managed to set all three of us absolutely pucking fissed ("Seriously, Mum, what are these? 98% alcohol and 2% juice?"). After the first drink, us girls learned to add at least half a glass more of juice to the drinks my mother poured, because without it we all would have been passed out by dessert. I am not kidding, I was dizzy after the first few mouthfuls and if you think I'm being dramatic, my sister said the same thing and she is a self-confessed expert at keeping down her alcohol.

We had fun. We left mum's at about 4:30, did one trip home to unload all the toys and then drove to my sister in law's house. James fell asleep in the car for about ten minutes, but woke up when we got there. A ten minute nap for the entire day? Awesome!

But, mostly, the dinner went well, too. Everyone had fun, the food was nice, the kids all got spoiled (omg, the noise! the noise!) and there were a few, but manageable tantrums.

There was one downside to the day... and that is that somehow, somewhere, James has picked up one of the biggest case of runs you have ever seen. He wasn't too bad on the actual Christmas day, but today (boxing day) it was a lot worse, because his poor little behind is beginning to feel it and despite repeated bathings and keeping the area clean and dry, he is getting a pretty horrific, raw looking nappy rash. And he fights me changing him now, squirming away "No mummy! Mummmy! No! No! Mummmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

That? Right there? The sound of my heart breaking. How do you tell your frightened, in pain, screaming, begging and pleading son you have to do it for his own good? Damn it.

We usually have a pretty big boxing day, a friend of my family's usually has a big BBQ and we all go and it's tradition and I was looking forward to seeing these people i haven't seen for a long time... but it was cancelled for a reason I'm not too sure of (to be rescheduled at some later date), but am heartily grateful for, because James is not well and Anthony and I are just exhausted. I think I have a touch of whatever James has picked up, but in a different way, because I have literally done nothing but sleep today. I can barely move. It's awful.

I have also been busy unwrapping, de-boxing and de-packagising all his new things. That shit is packed up tighter than fort knox, I tell you what. Who packs toddler toys? The amount of screws and twist ties and plastic security things, my god, people. I *know* why our environment is dying! FISHER PRICE! That's why!


Anyways, hope your day was a good one, be merry no matter what happens, okay?

And big holiday hugs to each and every one of you.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!

You know, I am usually a Christmas person. I love Christmas, I always have. It's not just about the commercialism (though that's nice, too, don't get me wrong), I love families getting together and enjoying a day, the expectation, the joy, the fun...

I know there are people out there who complain about Christmas, "it's a lot of lead up for one day", yadda yadda, and usually I can see where they're coming from. I don't agree, but live and let live, right?

This year? No. No.

Because James is two and a half and finally UNDERSTANDS.

Ever since the 1st of December when we put up the tree, James has been very excited "Christmas! Christmas! Christmas is coming!". He loves seeing christmas trees, no matter where or when or whose. Green leaves and tinsel sends him in paroxysms of delight.

Over the last week, there have been BBQs and parties and get togethers, there have been presents, and James is REALLY warming up to the idea.

Tonight, when I sat him down and explained that if he was a good boy, Santa would come in when he was asleep and put presents under the tree for him, he was very excited. At first, he didn't want to go to bed, wanted the presents then and there, but when I said Santa only comes when he's asleep... James looked up at me without pausing and said "Nigh Nigh, Mummy!" and hurried off to kiss Daddy goodnight, ran to his room and jumped into bed.

He was practically shivering with excitement. It was awesome.

And you know what makes it awesome? This year, instead of having Santa bring things that I believe would be awesome for James to have... Santa was able to buy things we *know* James would love. It's actually based on his little personality.

I can't wait for him to wake up in the morning, I can't... seriously. Is it wrong of me to want to wake him at 2:30am?

Is it? Can I? Can I?

No? *pout* okayfinethen.

Why am I up at 2:30am? Because I have been 'helping' Santa construct various soccer goals and bath play tables and ring tosses. I have also been baking my little heart out.

And so, a message to you all.



( More pre-Christmas pics, including James' attempt at smiling )

James had his school concert today. And, well, James suffers from what can only be called crippling stage fright. I managed to get a photo or two of his class being led onto the little stage area in their reindeer ears, but once the music started... well... all the other kids kinda half danced/swayed/blinked/stared at the songs and James covered his face with both hands, crumpled into himself and let out this little moanish wail of terror.

Needless to say I put away the camera and went up to calm him down. I ended up staying on the side of the stage for both songs with James right next to me, encouraging him to dance.

Fun.

So... uh... no video footage of his first performance. BUT, instead, James and I decided to give you a little performance of our very own to wish you all a merry Christmas...

Firstly... lookit my new Christmas icon!! *giggles*

Alas, it came sourceless, so I don't know who made it. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know so I can credit.

Anthony and I have been watching a little bit of early X-Files lately (when we can, which is not often, because X-Files is hardly toddler appropriate and James doesn't like to sleep when we're awake, it's a whole big thing... all of which adds up to few hours available to sit and watch freaky supernatural alien shows... with blood and suspense and little green men).

Aaaaaaaaaaaahnyway, there was a point here. Oh, yes, early X-Files. We're up to Season Two, the whole big "Scully gets abducted" thing. Fair enough. While she was gone, there was an episode about vampires. I was watching...

In this episode, about vampires, a vampire suspect is put in custody and refuses to talk. Mulder threatens him by placing him in a cell... with windows... and tells the vamp that he doesn't need to do anything, he just needs to wait for sunrise, but if the vamp wants to talk (you get the idea).

Jacqui: Huh. I guess Joss stole that bit then.
Anthony: What?
Jacqui: The vamp. In the cell. With sunlight.
Anthony: ???
Jacqui: Season two Buffy?
Anthony: Joss came before X-Files.
Jacqui: Um... no. This is, what, 94? Buffy was 96/97?
Anthony: The movie came first.
Jacqui: But not Season two Buffy.
Anthony: Maybe it was in Joss' head earlier.
Jacqui: You're suggesting Chris Carter stole the idea from *inside* Joss' head? Really?


And then later, as Mulder follows another suspect into a dimly lit club with ostentatiously dressed people and old black and white movies showing on screens...

Jacqui: *in voices* "Are you sensing a theme?" "As in, 'vampires yay!'?"
Anthony: Stop it.

An episode or so later, Scully returns.

Jacqui: Wow. Bazoombas!
Anthony: She just had a kid.
Jacqui: That is not natural. If she sits up, she'll poke somebody's eye out.
Anthony: *sigh* She just had a kid!
Jacqui: There's breastfeeding... and then there's eight boob lifts and human hybrid cloning with the good year blimp. What the fuck happened there? She's like a size 44 Quadruple Z!

Anthony just seemed to get even grumpier every time I chanted BAZOOMBAS! when Scully was on screen.

Jacqui: Was there some sort of cover up? Where are the news reports of Gillian Anderson poking out all these eyes on set? Did they pay off the victims? Surely there was SOME collateral damage. Did nobody notice the high ratio of blind extras?
Anthony: I'm not listening to you.

J: BAZOOMBAS!
A: Shut up!

And even later, during the Fire episode, where they're all exposed to some bio-creature-alien creature that pops out of throat skin...

Jacqui: Oh, Scully's safe.
Anthony: What?
Jacqui: Besides being one of the two main stars, she's also safe because she has mutant alien jizz immunity.
Anthony: What?
Jacqui: Yes, her as yet unborn impregnated alien baby is protecting her. Apparently.
Anthony: That's not what happened!
Jacqui: Isn't it? Because if I remember correctly...
Anthony: I've stopped listening again.
*Scully is not infected*
Jacqui: Of course not, she's protected with mutant alien jizz immunity.

(You know it's a scary thing when Anthony is the adult).

I made triple chocolate cheesecake today! Yum!

We sold our high chair last week. *sob* My baby is all growed up.

James decided to start using his potty as an aiming pit for his plastic balls. So I gave him an empty basket instead to throw the balls in. He carefully placed four balls in it, picked it up, then happily announced he was going shopping as he waved goodbye to Mummy and Daddy.

This, plus James' penchant for putting on my rings and/or taking the red string christmas beads off three and putting them around his neck, seems to be worrying Anthony. I told him it was okay, it's not like he's ever painted his nails (um, oh wait, he does), carried his bags on his forearm like an old lady (oh wait, he does), danced to show tunes (oh wait... he does) and worn Mummy's boots (... yup, that too).

HEEEEEEE.

Anthony: Stop it, James.
Jacqui: He's at least metrosexual, come on!

Thanks to some last minute fenangling, we have tickets to the Wiggles concert tomorrow. The one last week was a "Dorothy and friends" concert, but tomorrow is the ACTUAL Wiggles. It should be fun, I think.

We went to Healesville Sanctuary today. It was more or less a really good day. More, because it's the zoo and who doesn't love the zoo? Animals and playgrounds and plantlife, oh my. Less, because I was wracked with a brain splitting migraine, left my purse at the gate and could barely stand by the time we left. Less, because maybe Healesville (with its picturesque landscapes and plantlife, birds of prey talks, and dedicate zoo keeper talks on each animal... ISN'T structured around a two year old's attention span, even if mummy and daddy want to be quiet and listen).

All in all, a good day. I think it will be a lot better once James is older and can appreciate sitting quiet and watching large birds of prey swoop and dive, or the keeper talking about koalas and playtipii.

Also, on a day where my brain decides to cleave my head in two. Yeah, that'd be a good day.

Anyways, onto about the only peoples care about a zoo trip... PHOTOS!!

( The Zoo! And other random things )

Flist spam, you know, because I can...


My evening has devolved into an argument with a two year old.

James wanted a bath. Mummy wanted him to eat dinner.

J: "Bath?"
M: "Eat your dinner, please."


J: "Bath?"
M: "You have to eat more dinner, or there's nothing else."

*five minutes later*

J: "Mummy, bath please?"
M: "If you eat your dinner."

*sometime later*

J: "Bath!"
M: "Dinner!"
J: "Bath!"
M: "Dinner!"

*James scampers off. Comes back several minutes of suspicious silence later.*

J: "Mummy! Cookie and Elmo... bath!"
M: "Oh, really?"
J: "Come with me, Mummy!"

*James leads Mummy by the hand to the bath, sure enough... Cookie Monster and Elmo are both in there, chillin'.*

J: "Oh, so now you've got your friends to gang up on me, too? Wonderful."


************************************

On an unrelated note. How has there not been an explosion of Claire/Tracy fic?

Well, ya might.



( Summer, sun, cousins and a surprising famous guest! )

Questions, as asked by candlewaxdreams

1. Tell me your favorite thing about living in Australia, and would you ever live anywhere else?

I don't know if there's any one thing, really. It's all of it. I guess it would have to boil down to the fact that we're such a laid back, easy going, friendly country. We have everything we need in abundance. It's easy to be yourself, to be different, to take a chance and do what you want. It may not be easy to have everything, but it's possible to achieve a great deal of your goals if you're willing to work for it.

edit: and no, no I would never live anywhere else.

2. What is the best thing about being a mother?

I can't cheat and say everything? Honestly, I would have to say the unconditional, unquestioning love of another being. James can spend four hours running away from me, saying "no" to anything I suggest, but you can bet on the fact that if he knocks his knee, or falls over, or feels tired... I'm the first one he comes to. Hugs and snuggles and kisses come unabashed, unasked for, uncensored. I can pick him up at random, any time of the day, and tickle him, kiss his face, cheek, neck, back, tummy, make him incoherent with giggles, and it's all ok. It's welcomed.

William Thackery said "Mother is the name of God on the lips and hearts of little children". And, as egotistical as it sounds, it's true. There is nothing that a cuddle from Mummy can't fix, no injury Mummy can't kiss better, no hot food Mummy can't blow on to cool it down.

It's true, a toddler (any child, really) takes and takes and takes without reservation, great big greedy handfuls of time and energy and patience until you want to tear out your hair, but it's a double sided coin, because they give back without restraint.

It's the most rewarding thing I've ever done. Cliched, yes, but true.

3. What superpower would you want?

I want regeneration. Nothing as banal as flying. If I get to choose, I want to be unreservedly healthy and unharmed.

4. Favorite childhood memory?

See, now you're asking me to do the impossible. I have many good childhood memories and if you ask me again tomorrow my answer will be different. How do I chose? At what stage of childhood? There's many factors here.

But this is the one that springs to mind right now:

I must have been about three or four. My mother had taken us girls (my two sisters and I) to town and while we were there we'd visited a sweet shop. We'd been able to buy a little thing and I think we got a little tube of smarties (M&M type choc buttons), wherein the tube had a face and legs and arms and yadda, yadda. Kid things. Anyways, my sisters being older than me made me share mine, so I did handing them out. But when it came time for them, they took their sweets and retreated to the far ends of the earth. I got nothing. Understandably, I was very upset and went crying to my mum.

She sat me on her knee and showed me a magic trick involving some words I can't remember and closing my eyes. And, BAM, when I opened my eyes again, the little tube of sweets had been filled to the top again.

Magic (and the foresight of a mother who knew her two eldest daughters and their dastardly deeds).

5. What is your favorite L/V fic that you did not write and why?

This, I think, is the hardest question you've asked. Because fic is a mood thing. I have several 'favourites' and it really all depends on what kind of mood I'm in, how much time I have, etc. So I shall just name a few of the classics...

--> "Hollywood Makeover". Not so much L/V, but still an awesome fic. It's great both in terms of humour, but also on the deeper levels.

--> "Keeping Count of Broken Promises". Still the only fic to ever make me cry. I bet you can't figure out when. Although, sometimes getting too bogged down in the "Veronica is a bitch" wave, overall a great fic with some great emotional development and lots of smut (we like smut!).

--> "When the Cuddling Isn't the Best Part". Hoooooomgyod. Do I need to explain this one? Characterization. Emotional Development. Angst. SMUT! Jesus, the smut!

--> "Purple Monkey Dishwasher". The most bizzare and yet, most awesome fic to ever be written or read.

--> "Revision to the Status Quo" and all accompanying fics in the series therein (I still have to repost these, dammit, I am lazy). It's so well written that I almost wish it had gone down this way.

*****


For completely random purposes... James had a picnic with his girlfriend today. Awwww. James and Misha... feasting!

Photos of James...

Who'd have thunk it?



( Help me, my mother has turned into the paparazzi. STOP TAKING MY PHOTO, MUMMY! )

So... that makes car crash #3 today. Hey, universe, STOP IT, ok? Honestly. I've had enough, I can't deal with this shit anymore. ENOUGH.

( James Vs Truck )

So, there's a Wiggles cartoon in which cartoon Murray milks a cartoon cow... as follows:



To which James points and happily declares "Penis!"

Me: "No. No, James, that's not..."
James: "Cow, penis!"
Me: "Really, no. That's an udder. That's where milk comes from."

God knows what he thought Murray was DOING to the poor cow.


*falls in heap, laughing*

You wanna know what makes a mother's heart swell?

When her son says the words "I love you, ice-ceeem" BEFORE he says "I love you, mummy".

That's awesome. It makes it all worth it, it really does. THANKS, James, for making me feel so special.

;D

Hey peoples.

Don't really have a lot to say, so I shall probably just talk about my kid for a bit and then ramble ad nauseum about television. Fun, right? Anyways, been busy, went to the zoo today. Honestly? It's exhausting.

Anyone out there want some sort of no-fail, fool-proof exercise/diet program that is sure to work or your money back?

It's called a toddler.

I rent James out at very reasonable rates. Contact me and we'll talk.

James did very much love the zoo today and he loved the safari bus tour through the savanah to see the zebras, rhinos and giraffes, etc. We got a very nice up close view of a rhino doing poos. Awesome sauce, right? James thought it was fascinating. And the giraffe came so close to the safari bus that it went straight past 'cool' and 'omg, mummy look!' right to 'omg, mummy, what the f..? It's going to eat me! Hellllllllllllp!' territory. Fun times. The meerkats (always a source of enjoyment) were all hiding and a big disappointment, I must say. But the lions and monkeys and zebras et all were a big hit.

James is coming along so well. He can say almost hte entire alphabet without help... and not by rote recitation, either, but by actually learning, knowing, recognising and pronouncing each separate letter. I am so proud. (Although, for some reason, he has taken a great aversion to the letter 'J' and refuses to include this in his alphabet or even pronounce it, he calles himself 'Ames'... I don't know).

But most exciting of all? SENTENCES! Sentences, people, sentences. The boy has begun to talk in formulated sentences. Granted, yes, "one more grapes please?" isn't technically correct, but the idea gets through. *bouncebounce*

I think, overall, I'm doing something completely right with my boy. Any two year old who says 'please', 'thank you' and 'excuse me' unprompted regularly is completely AWESOME. He was walking today and the path got a bit crowded and he was about to push past this guy's legs and all you hear is this little voice "scuse me! scuse me!" You have to laugh.

Okay, okay, random television thoughts and opinions under the cuts...

( GLEE - GLEE!!!!!!!!!! )

( HEROES - lesbianism as a desperate grab for ratings )

( DOLLHOUSE - Adelle needs a treatment of her own )

( NCIS - cheerin' for the Bibbs )

PEEK-A-BOO!!





( Cut, because not everyone wants to see copious, gratuitous photos of me and my family )


And I don't think I even need to tell you that James wore that shirt all day Saturday, slept in it Saturday night and then wore it all day Sunday. Even then it was a fight and a half to get it off him to wash it. Lookit how grubby he is in our photos!

As one of the last people in the stratosphere to have seen Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, I have to say I actually liked it (probably a combination of liking the movie, getting to see a movie I haven't already seen 800 times on DVD, seeing a movie in the cinema for the first time in nearly 12 months... and getting to eat popcorn for the first time in nearly 12 months... SWEET, SWEET, BUTTERY, SALTED POPCORN-GASM, my god).

Ahem.

And my die-hard little Harry/Hermoine 'shipper heart beats on, bless her. Seriously, they were all over each other in that last film.

("film", my god, I've rocketed straight past 'mum' and into 'grandma').

Good times all round. I miss the cinema. I miss popcorn.

My sister and I took my nephews and James to the Melbourne Show on Friday, it was awesome.

James met Elmo, he was so excited, he could barely stand still, squirming like a little puppy. He went up and hugged Elmo and kept calling out "Melmo!", "Melmo!".

He's not so taken with the rides, though. He kept wanting to try them, but as soon as I sat him on the little train, he burst into tears and crawled up my neck. Maybe soon. Poor kid.

He loved all the animals and had to touch (not pat, just touch) each and every piglet, bunny, goat, sheep, duck, whatever in the pen. He kept running up, putting his hand on them and saying "awww" and then running to the next one. Heee.

He got a showbag, too, a Sesame Street one... which came with a little backpack, a cup, various other odds and ends... but most of all... a COOKIE MONSTER toy. He loves Cookie monster. So much more than Elmo. If Cookie was marketed the way Elmo is, then the little red ferret wouldn't get a look in, I tell you what.

ANYWAYS, the most hysterical thing...

The other night James was examining Cookie Monster, pointing out all his features "nose", "mouth", "eyes", when he just turns the thing upside down, pokes it between the legs and claims "penis!".

Um... yeah... sure, I guess. That's Cookie's penis.

James has discovered a new obsession.

Whenever he has a shower with Anthony, he's all about the pointing, "penis! penis!". Yes, James, yes, that's Daddy's penis.

When he has a shower with me, it's a different story.

"... penis?"
"No, mummy doesn't have a penis. She has a vagina."
"... gina?"
"Yes."
"..."
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
"...penis?"

It's fascinating that I lack such a vital part of the anatomy, it really is. I'm sure he thinks I've just lost it somewhere.


On the upside, he's learning his alphabet and can recognise by sight the letters "A", "B", "O", "J", sometimes "K" and "C". His favourite is "O" (which I'm sure has something to do with his favourite shape being a circle), and he mostly knows that "J" is for "James!".

Yay for smartness.

Um.. wow.

Ok, that wasn't supposed to happen. Dammit.

My light-hearted, supposedly sexy "consent play" crossover kink for Veronica/Angel has suddenly turned *VERY* dark and I'm not sure if a) it's salvagable or b) I want to salvage it.

I'm a very dark person in fic, apparently (surprise!).

*lesigh*

Surely I can come back from this. (Do you believe in fairies? Do you? Close your eyes, cross your fingers and whisper "I believe in Jacqui! I believe in Jacqui!").

***********

In lighter subjects...

( James is the most awesome kid around )

Now I just have to work on Anthony. He's such a grouch.

*pokes tongue at everyone*

Heeee.

HOW TO CONFUSE A TODDLER IN TEN EASY MINUTES:

James has been recently discovering the joys of the concepts "me" and "you" and, while mostly getting "me" right, struggles with "you". He points to himself and proudly exclaims "you!", which is understandable, as that's how he's referred to predominantly by other people. But we've been persisting, mostly by getting him to point to himself all "me!" and then to us "you!", and reversing our usage, so that when we point to him it's "me!" and then to us "you!"... yadda, yadda, you get the idea...

Anyways... the other night...

James: Me! *points to self*
Mummy: Yes, me!
James: You! *points to us*
Mummy: Yes!
James: Me! *points to self*
Mummy: Yes!
James: You! *point to self*
Mummy: No... *guides James' hand outwards* You!
James: You! *point to us*
Mummy: Yes!

*continue the like for several minutes*


Mummy: You're so smart.
James: Mummy!
Mummy: Yes, that's me.

o_O

No wonder the kid is confused.

**************************************

I had a visit with my doctor last week. Not the dentist, but my endocrinologist who looks after the diabetes and... shock horror... I'm underweight. Wow, surprises all round, huh? The upshot is this:

I keep picking up all these bugs and chest infections and the like because I'm underweight, but I can't gain weight because I keep getting sick. So, basically, to stop getting sick I have to gain weight and to gain weight I have to stop getting sick.

Yeah.

But, upon doctors orders, I am now to eat diet full of full-fat yogurts and cheeses and creams, cream bases sauces on pasta, full-cream milk shakes made with ice-cream...

Basically...

Prescription: insulin... and GORGE YOURSELF.

Wooo.

It's not often the doctor tells you to do this.

************************************

Flist fail!

Why didn't anyone tell me that the thirteenth episode of Dollhouse had leaked? I am BEHIND THE TIMES... and now, although I have *appropriated* a copy, it was done overnight and I'm at work now, so I can't watch for at least another 12 hours. You couldn't tell me this over the weekend when I had time? Flist? Really?

*pout*

I hear it's good, too.

Maybe we'll get some of the resolution we didn't get in the finale. I'm excited. I'm giddy. I'm... bloody impatient.

Gah.

**************************************

I feel the need to write a nice, clean, wholesome fic after all this dirty kink.

My sister: ohmygod, James, what are you eating? Where'd you get that?
Me: *quick glance* Oh, corn chips. He got them out of the computer room.
My sister: You were eating corn chips? Didn't you have a bagillion fillings today?
Me: They're not from today, they're from... like... a week ago.
My sister: You LET JAMES EAT WEEK OLD STALE CORN CHIPS FROM THE COMPUTER ROOM?!?!?!
Me: eh, they're keeping him quiet.

***

The upside to having time off work to have a trillion dollars worth of dental work? I wrote a bunch of L/V smut for kinkbingo... and with a few more paragraphs, it should be ready to post. Yippeee.

*wonders about the appropriateness of writing x-rated material while her two year old son plays at her feet*

The downside of having time off work to have a trillion dollars worth of dental work? I also wrote a bunch of *weird* Lamb/V smut for kink bingo for the prompt "tentacles". It's... weird. So very, very weird. And will need a dozen warnings, at least.