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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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11:16 a.m. - 2004-08-12
Hi. Took a couple days off from here. Nothing terrible going on, just not in a chatty mood. Besides, I finally learned how to download things into my Sims. I’ve been ‘shopping’ and now have a whole neighborhood made of non-Maxis characters wearing non-Maxis clothing. Walls and floors are next, along with chairs. If I never see those chunky beige leather chairs again I’ll be a happy girl. (Nothing really wrong with the chairs, I’m just bored with them.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’d like to issue a public apology to all those women I’ve been snitty to about their excruciating menstrual cramps. I never had cramps until after the C-section. A mild backache was about it. I always looked askance at those chicks who moan and curl up with a heating pad every month. See, my step-sibs’ mother was extremely old fashioned. She taught her daughters to dread and fear their periods. She taught them the whole process was horrifically painful and shaming beyond rationality. Oh yeah, she also told them if they used tampons they weren’t virgins anymore and were sluts besides. Yes, the woman said that in this century. In the 1970’s, no less. So my step-sibs dutifully wailed and retired to bed when Aunt Flo visited. Morons, the both of them. In my cramp-less arrogance I truly thought anyone who claimed to be debilitated by cramps was a wussy. A hypochondriac wussy who’d been trained to believe she endured the rack every month. Wrong! So very wrong. My deep apologies, ladies. This month I’ve been popping Midol like Tic-tacs, walking stooped over, and huddling in my chair curled up in a fetal position. I even groaned a couple times. How the period gods must be laughing. Notice I said ‘gods’ and not goddesses. No female, even a goddess, would come up with such a messy, ouchie, ugly way to be fertile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cliché about ‘swelling like a watermelon’ is stone truth. I have two melons on the vine and I can practically see them getting bigger. When I spotted the first one the other day it was about the size of an apple. It’s now bigger than Wolf’s head and the second melon is catching up fast. One of the tomato plants is 7 feet tall. There are dozens of tomatoes on it. When I planted the silly thing it was the size of a pencil. And it was the ‘big’ tomato plant! The rest of them were so tiny I didn’t even need a trowel to dig the hole. I put the tomato cages around my spindly little seedlings and laughed. The cages stand chin-high on me. No way would those puny things ever need that much support. Uh huh. Once again I’m proven wrong. See a trend here? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There’s a storm system stalled over our valley. A week now of pitchy-patchy weather. First it rains. Then it clears up. Then there’s thunder and lightning. Then the sun is out again. All within an hour! We’ve had almost 6 inches of rain from the same cloud. Not a breath of wind. That storm system isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I’ll be running around opening and closing windows, hurriedly shutting off electronics and re-programming my VCR clock 15 times a day until Christmas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sigh… Right now it’s about 98% certain I will NOT be attending Journal Con. I was stoked. Finally a Journal Con I could get to by train. But Life in all its gritty glory is intruding on my plans to have a bathroom to myself for 3 whole days. To say nothing of the chance to meet some of my favorite cyber people in the flesh. I’m not being martyr-ish here. Buckety-bucking down to the DC on Amtrak is imposs as the schedule and budget stand as of now. There’s just a lot to do and little time and almost zero cash to do it with. With no plastic to hold reservations and my registration fee still unmailed, I had been planning on winging it. Counting on Weet and the rest of the committee to let me in anyhow even if I did show up COD. Bugger. If any of you are routing your trip through NYC and have some flex in your schedule I’m a hop, skip and a jump from the Big Apple. Come on up and see me sometime. Puberty has made a comeback for me again. First it was bell bottoms. Then it was Pro-Keds. Now it’s just like the summer of 1975. I’m sitting around watching my melons grow. Fecund, ~LA
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