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She Continues to Amaze Me

Yesterday my wife began to instruct our daughter on the mechanics of character creation in 3.5 D&D.  As anyone who's ever played knows, it's a long and someone complex process.  My daughter's maybe about a third to half-way through making her character.

And yet...my little girl, only nine years old, has chosen to play an elf who's gender neutral or gender undecided, and named the character "Unknown."  (Which only makes sense.)

There are times when she's a typical nine-year-old American girl, with all the drama that implies.  And then there are times like this one, where she shocks me with her maturity and creativity.


I want to blast my emotions all over social media, but I haven't a clue where to start.

Because I dared express my feelings of frustration & bitterness in a public forum, my dear wife, upon finally reading said post at 2am, blasted me with all kinds of vitriol.  If heard it said, "Do nothing in anger."  Well, I wish she would dollow that adage. I ended up spending the rest of the night in the spare bedroom.  Not the worst of "punishments", as the bed is comfortable and I didn't have to deal with my wife's incecent music.  (She claims she needs it to sleep, or else her mind will find ways to torture her anxiety in the silence.)

All this on top of the fact that earlier in the day, I finally repaired my long-suffering bicycle.  I could ride again!  But no, I get half-way 'round the block on a test run--gotta make sure the new tubes are up to the task--when *BAM!!  The rear wheel, the very tire I'd just fixed, blows a flat.  Seems I'm cursed...

Normally, I'd be writing this in my own private journal or posting on Facebook, but the latter is too public and really I want--I need some comfort from those of you out there.

Is there anyone still out there???
Reading Dragonriders of Pern and I come to discover that the first novel in the series was written several years before I was even born!  Mind blown!!i aM GaR'S

Back After All These Years

It's been awhile.

At the moment, I'm posting here mostly to complain.  ordinarily I'd not be up at this hour, but eariler I posted something on Facebook that offended my wife to the point that I was told to, in effect, "go sleep on the coach."  I've since deleted the post, but that's no consolation to her, I'm affraid.

I know I'm being obtuse, right now, but if any of my old friend from this community are still around, I'd appreciate a pick-me-up.

Thanks in advance.
It's been too long since I've posted here, and probably by now everyone uses Facebook as their primary means of blogging.  Still, I've gotten back to journaling in the Real World, so I thought I'd return to LJ for doing so electronically.  Y'know, for those posts that require you to go on at some length, and you just don't want a million "friends" reading.

Hope to see/read y'all 'round the net!

Happy B-Day

It's grenadier32's birthday!  Many happy returns, my friend!


Washed the Gnome's hair yesterday with anti-lice shampoo, as is the custom.  And yet, the asshat managed to find lice--his quote was that the child was "infected"--despite the evidence that there were only three lice in the Gnome's hair when I shampooed and combed it.  I don't know what's going on.  A good friend of mine suggested that they've been building up a resistance and that I ought to switch to something else.  She recommended mineral oil as a means of suffocating them.  So Nene & I tried just that not a few minutes ago.  Again, we were inhabited with a dearth of lice.  I don't know how my son could be "infested."

Dreams Again

Slept well last night.  Persistently had the same dream throughout, though; very odd.

I Had the Oddest Dream, Last Night

I was in a house that was both my mother's and my mother-in-law's.  There was a river of water flowing down the street, and on it were several two-person jet skis.  These jet skis were carrying policemen & -women.  For some reason, they wanted inside our house.  Just on principle, I was inclined to deny them entry without a warrant.  Also, I was under the belief that my MIL wouldn't be comfortable with police in the house.  Mom, OTOH, was willing to let them in on the principle that one ought to be "a good citizen and be nice to the police or they could do far worse  than just knock at your door."  Ultimately, they did do far worse; they knocked our front door down and into several small pieces.  Turns out, they believed the house to be connected to some crime that had occurred while it was a small movie house.  Thing was, our house hadn't been a movie house since Prohibition.  The cops were obviously working with out-of-date information.  They apologized and promised to hire someone to get the door fixed.  And that's about when I woke up.

Now I'm not one to do drugs, but I wanna know what was in that pepperoni pizza I had last night.

We Have A New Toy!

Our lawn mover was on its last legs...er, wheels...and so Nene asked her mother's boyfriend--an all around nice fellow--to bring it to a shop to see if it could be fixed one last time.

It couldn't.  Instead, he brought back a sweet machine that (a) does not require me to pump gas into the engine, (b) is self-propelled, and (c) has a hose attachment that allows one to clean the blade & undercarriage while running the engine.  This has been such a bonus as the lawn was threatening to grow into a jungle.  Now, it's shorn & clean and I'm proud to look upon it again.  'Course, what with the weather it's wetter than Louisiana bayou, but what ya gonna do, right? :-)



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