your average joe

I saw this and automatically thought of you, Gui. The fact that there's a poster as well made me laugh, I wonder if you can get all of this in the form of a postcard to hand out to people.

I also found a funny summary of Twilight.

Can you tell I'm bored this morning? I've already made breakfast, there are pies in the oven, and I'm lying outside on a lounge chair with the laptop watching Tobi play in the sand. I've noticed that I've actually gotten a lot of sun on my back, thanks to my new swimsuit, and I have bloody freckles on the small of my back. I didn't even know that could happen. I'm absolutely covered in them now, there's even a couple on my chest.

I'm just glad I'm not into topless tanning. I don't want to think of where the freckles would end up then.

I had a few things to grab from the market today, so I left the kids at the house to go get them, figuring I'd rather have a quick trip out than a full blown outing. I decided to head to a really good fresh air market I've been to before, mostly because I like their stuff, and because it was a nice day out as well. Might as well do a bit of yarn shopping, right?

Of course, when I get there, they're having a massive sale, and people are scrambling around like animals. Instead of saying fuck this and leaving like I should have, I spotted a pile of the new Malabrigo Organic Cotton, and I decided to pick some up for a shirt for Tobi. Well, apparently I grabbed a hank that had been spotted by someone else, and she decided to persuade me to let her take it by driving her elbow into my left breast. I hit the ground hard, I couldn't even breathe for a second, it just HURT.

So, when I caught my breath, I paid her back by punching her in the right breast. She then grabbed my hair, I then kicked her leg, and...okay, it dissolved into a bit of a cat fight...which was broken up by the owner who told me that this woman had been a problem in the past. She apologized, and told me to pick a free couple of hanks of yarn.

So ha ha, it's MY fucking wool, bitch.

*goes to put ice down shirt*

Decided to do an activity with all the kids today, and figured that there would be no better one than carving pumpkins. But I thought I'd learned from last time, you see, I wasn't going to get one gigantic pumpkin, I was going to get three medium ones and a small one, one for each of them even if Marina really couldn't do anything with hers. I even figured I would just let her draw on hers whilst I carved the other three for the boys.

Picking out the pumpkins was easy enough for Bryce, Psy, and Marina, but Arkadiy didn't want one with dirt on it, so that took about half an hour for him to find a symmetrical and clean one. Then Psy decided that he wanted a smaller one than Bryce, but one that was misshapen because no one else would pick that one, so we had to find the UGLIEST pumpkin in the pile. Bryce then asked if he could have another pumpkin so he could make one for his parents, so I ended up agreeing, and then Arkadiy and Psy decided THEY needed more, so...an hour later, and we were finally good to go. By the time we left, we had our pumpkins, as well as a carving set, some paint, and candles, and I had a headache.

Got back to the house and cleaned up the pumpkins. Gave Marina some Crayola markers for hers because they wash off baby skin and I'm not an idiot. Set to cleaning out the pumpkins for the other three, and Arkadiy looked horrified by the gunk as I was pulling it out. Bryce told him that it was pumpkin, like pumpkin pie, and that he liked the pumpkin pie I'd made him before. Arkadiy, who must have really liked it more than I thought, then picked up some of the gunk and popped it in his mouth. Yeahhhh, that didn't go over well.

Fast forward two hours, and pumpkins are carved to VERY specific demands. Marina is still having a party with her pumpkin which is now every colour in the book, and I let the boys take some paint to theirs. This seemed to be going quite calmly, so I took Marina to clean her up and put her down for a nap, and returned to Psy painting his own arms and Arkadiy's back. Thankfully it's washable, but still, not what I needed.

After they were finished, bathed, and into new clothes, we roasted all the pumpkin seeds in the oven, and there were TONS!!! Arkadiy still refuses to eat them because he's convinced they're terrible, but Bryce and Psy were snacking away on them as I settled them down to watch some movies so I could clean the kitchen up, and find that Domi had purple stripes down his back. I guess he'd went to check on Psy as he was making the pumpkins and got decorated as well. Bath time for Domi now.

...guhhhh, holidays aren't made for adults, are they?

Okay, first off, I need a bathing suit. I realized today why you shouldn't swim in a bra, it was awful, I still have red marks all over me. I didn't think there was a difference between the two, but...yeah, I was really wrong. I'm thinking something like this so...do I really need to say why? I think it speaks for itself.

Also, I may be crazy, but I think Marina likes me more now. She keeps reaching down my shirt all the time, I think she's confused about where they came from. Uncle Joe was much less squishy a few days ago.

On a more serious note, I love you guys and girls so much, you've all been so supportive and wonderful. I couldn't ask for better friends and family, and I know I keep thanking everyone, but I mean it and more. I even forgive you all for groping me, though Opal, I have to say you must have skin of steel because Balthasar's grip HURTS.

And I'm aware I'm supposed to be napping to de-stress, but...the laptop was right there...and I needed a new icon...

Napping now, I swear...after I buy some sock yarn...

I had a dream this afternoon that we ran away to live in Germany. We changed Psy's name to Tobias, Garrett's to Amrit, and mine was Gretchen. Yeah, I crossdressed.

Oh, and I dyed my hair dark blond and straightened it.

Icing on the wtf cake? We ran a bed and breakfast.

...seriously...what the fuck?

Air France crash survivor dies in car accident

Fate* must have reeeally wanted a hold of that woman...

* I say this more in a general sense, not as an expression of my personal beliefs.**

** Though I'm not saying I don't entirely disbelieve in fate.***

*** Though I'm also not saying I prescribe to the notion that we are all following a predetermined path through life.

Gare and I really, really need to go on a trip and I have a few ideas in mind.

Tahiti

Bora Bora

New Caledonia

Christmas Island

What do you guys think? Obviously the final choice is ours, but I'm bored so I wanna hear opinions.

Also, Jude, Gare and I were wondering if we could take Psy during the day and have him stay with you at night. We'll pay extra if it's okay with you and Cez.

I had to do this. How could I not?


1. Where did you meet your partner?

Sally had messed up a portal that probably would have killed me, and we thankfully ended up in a really strange place with really nice people. Walking inside, I heard the beautiful sound of violin, and I saw an even more beautiful man playing it. It was love at first sight.

2. How long did you date before you got married/seriously got together?

We dated for a while, and were friends with benefits before that, but we were serious as soon as the dating began. We got married six months after that, then a few months later...yeah, sorry, Mom...

3. How long have you been married/committed?

We've been committed since we first got together seriously, and we've been married for five years.

4. What does he do to surprise you?

Well, his last proposal was quite surprising, but I find that most of the little surprises I enjoy most are when he brings me a tea while I'm reading, or starts giving me a backrub out of the blue. They're sweet little things that mean the world to me.

5. What is his best feature?

I'm stealing Gare's format here....

Best physical feature: his hands. They can be so rough, or so gentle, and I love the way he holds me and pets me with them.
Best personal feature: he is so devoted to me and Psy, I know that we're always going to be safe, loved, and encouraged with Gare around.


6. What is your favorite quality in him?

His ability to stand up for what he wants, both for himself and for Psy and me. He won't settle for anything but the best for us.


7. Does he have a nickname for you?

Pet. More of a title too, but I love it.


8. What is his favorite food?

I'd have to say bacon. His eyes light up when I make things with bacon.


9. What is his favorite sport?

Uhm...wow...Gare and sports...I'm gonna cheat and say sex.


10. When and where did you first kiss?

My bedroom after I was comforting him about Raspy taking Bibi. I was SO NERVOUS.


11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple?

Dani reads this so...working in a church soup kitchen feeding the poor. Yes. Multiple times a day.


12. Do you have children?

Our perfect, wonderful little Psymon, and hopefully more to come.


13. Does he have any hidden talents?

Hidden from YOU guys, but I know em and I'm not saying.


14. How old is he?

Twenty seven, I'm a pedophile.


15. Who said "I love you" first?

I told him that I was in love with him, but...the 'I love you'...I don't remember...


16. What is his favorite music?

Usually when I play on the sax, but he loves Jazz and Classical.


17. What do you admire most about him?

He's so warm and loyal, and he's very encouraging and sweet. He's artistic and brilliant, and he's sensitive to what I need and he strives to make me happy. Frankly, he spoils me, and I love it. He's a perfect father, a spectacular husband, and I couldn't ask for or want anything more.


18. What is his favorite color?

Purple.


19. Will he read this?

I hope so. I want him to feel adored.

Tags: garrett, love

I got Psy a pair of ballet shoes today and he hasn't taken them off since they came through the door. Obviously, they're not meant for him to go en pointe or anything, but they're toddler shoes, and they're perfect for him. I also picked up a matching little leotard for him, in black with little bead work, and I bought velvet material to make him a cape. He's so excited about it, I'm glad he found something he loves. Plus he naps and sleeps so soundly now that he exercises so much.

I swear, I didn't think Psy would ever be this active. I've actually been brought to tears by it. My little boy has come along so much.

Dear drachekonig99

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your cat. I think I realized it that night you picked your nose in your closet and hit on my father. I'm sure you're slutty enough to understand that I get turned on only by garbage men. I'm returning your nose hair clippers to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I told you a lie when I smelt your ear and I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo.

Best of luck on the sex change,
Joe

( Meme fun! )

Lesbians attacked outside school

What kind of fucking asshole does this to people, and in front of children no less? According to the Facebook group, he's 6'4" and they're both 5'2", and their children had to watch this brutal act of violence. This is more than someone attacking two other people, this is a blatant hate crime with innocent witnesses.

And while I was reading it, I pictured Psy having to watch something like this and I couldn't help but cry. My heart goes out to these women, their children, and every other child that had to see what kind of hatred exists in this world.

Today, I woke up at three in the morning having a panic attack so bad that I couldn't breathe. I got up and ran to the bathroom, and I just ran a hot bath and climbed in, hoping it would calm me down. It took a while, but I can breathe again. I still feel really sick, but I'm trying to get myself in a better mood before Psy wakes up. He's already upset with how things are going, I don't want to hurt him even more.

I also realize that I'm hurting other people with this, and for that, I'm sorry. I mean, so what if I'm tall again? What difference does it make, right? I shouldn't be so emotional over it.

To cheer up my husband, who has put up with the brunt of my freaking out for the past 24 hours, I found this picture:



I hope it makes you smile, love.

And Sally, we need to talk to you about looking for any M'ren babies that need a home. I don't know how often it comes up, which is why I want you to know about it as soon as possible. We'll take a boy or girl, it doesn't matter.

Because Psy wanted to go to a specific park today, we all ended up on Earth for most of the morning/early afternoon. I figured that I'd just knit while Jude and Psy had fun, so I picked a shady bench, broke out my knitting, and got to work. I guess I was on the popular bench, because people kept sitting with me, which didn't bother me because most of them were rather polite. Two, however, were a little more amusing than the others.

Woman: *sitting down with me as her little kid played in the sand* ...uhm, excuse me, but...do you know that guy over there?
Me: *looking up to where she was obviously pointing* ...uhm, yeah.
Woman: Is that his kid? I mean, is he single?
Me: That's my kid, and no, he's not.
Woman: I don't see a ring on him.
Me: (Stalker much?) He's not married.
Woman: Well then he's not off the market. *smirking* All's fair in love and war.
Me: *rolling my eyes* Lady, trust me, I know his boyfriend, and he'd fucking decimate you in war, so I'd stay away from his love if I were you.

Oddly enough, she left right after that.

Woman#2: Excuse me?
Me: Yes? *taking a flower Psy was handing me before he ran back to Jude*
W#2: Is that blond fellow a relative, or is he your nanny?
Me: We call him our au pair, but yeah...he's kind of a nanny...
W#2: He's absolutely excellent with that little boy! What agency did you find him through? We're looking for someone more hands on to play with our son.
Me: Uhm...we didn't go to an agency...
W#2: Then wherever did you find him??
Me: On a bench downtown Toronto.
W#2: ...pardon?
Me: He was homeless...I guess we just lucked out that he ended up being good with kids.
W#2: *gives me the weirdest fucking look ever and backs away*

I don't know why she was acting like that. We may have been the ones to take a bum in and let him look after our kids, but she was the one that wanted him so bad. (Kidding, we love you, Jude)

Happy birthday to my amazing husband. I have many wonderful and fun things planned for you today, but I'd rather surprise you than let you know now. Just prepare yourself for a long day with the loves of your life, because Psy and I have to make up your last birthday as well as celebrate this one.



Now head out to the kitchen for breakfast. I've got about ten packs of bacon woven and ready to be eaten.

July 7

I finally got my marks back from the GED test I took a couple of weeks ago aaaaand...

I PASSED! I PASSED WITH 96%!! I HAVE MY GED!!!

I said I'd do it, and I did it, and I did it well! I can't believe it!!

I want to wish a really happy Mothers Day to my Mom, my sister Dani for being another mother to me, and to my mother-in-law. I love all three of you.

I was speaking to Psy earlier, and without realizing it, I copied his speech a little. Instead of saying 'playing with Uncle Jude and Daddy', I said 'play with Uncle Jude Daddy'. I don't even know why I did it, but I realized I did when he gave me a weird look and said 'Daddy, that wrong, you say that wrong'. All of a sudden, I was so excited that Psy was recognizing that I WAS missing the 'and' and used 'play' incorrectly. Then I said it correctly and asked him if that was right, and he nodded!

Running to the computer, I looked up Aphasia to see if maybe it was reversing, or improving, and my heart sank when I began to read. Psy knows when we're not speaking correctly because, in his mind, he knows how to form sentences, and he knows all the words, but because of the damage, the perfect sentence in his mind comes out jumbled and broken. I understand now why he gets so frustrated with speaking, I can't imagine how angry and trapped he must feel sometimes.

At least we know he'll always understand us, though.

It's my little boy's birthday today! I hope he's ready to get spoiled to pieces, because he has two daddies and an uncle who have been plotting this morning with a pile of presents and a bunch of Psy's favourite fruits and treats. He already told me last night that he got what he wanted for his birthday, because his daddy and his other family came back, and I wanted to cry. He's such a sweet, perfect little boy, I'm so blessed.

So, because I promised Mom, we'll be at the house for supper tonight to celebrate his special day. Drop by for food, cake, and cuddles from the little birthday man. :)