The Piffle Lecture

Abandonment, whatever. So I haven’t been writing here. LiveJournal claims the years, whereas this journal claims the months. Keep up with, or discover me, here.
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The bad news: I burned some bacon. But bacon is a small price to pay for…not…death.

Jubilee is cutting her two top front teeth. This has translated into a less-than-lovely series of nights for me. This morning I was ready to cry from fatigue and back pain as she woke up after just having gone back to sleep. My baby says “Don’t think of the time change as an hour more to sleep, think of it as an hour earlier to get up!”

Oh an amusing note, this sleep deprivation has also given me a hilariously forgetful brain. So far, I have yet to lose the baby. But I’ve lost other things several times. My camera and phone are the main items of misplacement.
Us on a date.
The tooth girlie.

The whole motley crew!

There’s quite a few of us to eat those pounds and pounds of candy!

Our humble abode, complete with shelves in the closet, is a regular tornado site.  A very small tornado, but this wind was named Weekend Neglect.  My cleaning habits, always laborious and lethargic, are rarely squeezed into the small space of time we are home on Saturday and Sunday.  I am (self) banished from the house during LSAT practice tests and we spend most of the two days mooching in my parental unit’s house and worshiping with the saints at church.

I don’t need dish washing elves, I need elves who can make shoes disappear till they are needed to go out.  I have no idea how the four shod feet in the house accumulate so many shoes strewn about, but I can see some 20 shoes piled by the door.  And I wouldn’t say we collect shoes.  But our feet are so very big, it adds to the effect.

At the moment my camera is missing.  This Distresses me because, though I am often careless, I do manage to not lose my camera most of the time.  And a house on our street was robbed a couple (this means 2, not several) of weeks ago.   I doubt someone would have taken the camera without also taking the computer and TV, though.  But my camera is hiding very oddly and persistently, especially as I can remember exactly where I last had it.

It is nearly ten o’clock.  I think my body was ready to be asleep at nine.  I am Tired corporeal.

Le Bebe is a bad model. She flatters everything she wears, of course, but she alternately tries to eat the camera, squints for it, or ignores it. This results in pictures of her grabbing hand, blurred face, or a vague Jubilee-shaped streak moving away.

These are the babylegs.

This is Jubilee wearing the babylegs.

The brown ones are not pictorially documented yet.

Hector the Beta, after a life in our household spanning four whole months, passed on.  His death is attributed to a sad accident during a water change.  He was belly-up the next day.

So…I need a new fish.   I could get a female Beta and name her Briseis, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Briseis) but female Betas are so ugly and boring.

I’ve had a machine for almost four years now, and this morning I just did my first project on it. It was my 16th birthday present, but that didn’t inspire me, apparently. But where birthday didn’t do anything, Jubilee did. So I made her a pair of babylegs. You’ve got to sew for a kid that does this when she naps:

The weather turned chilly (again) but we’ll see if it holds up. *peers sceptically outside* I’m not out-ruling the possibility of a humid Christmas. Because the earth is warming and all. Despite my current shivering.

But no one will believe she’s 15 yet.  No permit, though she looks happy about it.

There’s black bean soup simmering on the stove, with three green peppers chopped up in it.  If I won’t eat my vegetables, I’m going to cook them till they’re invisible, thus removing all viable nutritional value, but still achieving eating my vegetables.

She had her first bath by herself last week.  She liked it.

Ok, suppose, hypothetically, just some random person who doesn’t look anything like me or sound like me or in any way resemble me in any identifiable way were to spend $65 for six diapers. Would you think them odd?

Oh yeah, me too.
There is a site ( http://www.diaperswappers.com/forum/index.php ) to which some crazy people get practically addicted.

But there is so much cute!

*cough* Disregard the crazy person.

Anyway, two packages that I, of course, did not order and pay for arrived upon our humble step. I do not acknowledge any delight in receiving them. I’ve never been excited by diapers.

Neither do I acknowledge tie-dyeing diapers. That would be just nuts.

Aren’t you glad to not know anyone that crazy?

Last night there was a wild, thunder-crashing, lightning-blinding, wind-howling, branches-crushing-things, rain-drowning storm. Why our power was spared, I do not know. Most of our town as well as the surrounding towns lost their power. But our alarm clock went off at the appointed time and the lights switched merrily on.

Today it is blindingly sunny, windy, cool. Perfect weather.

So I’m going to go chase small siblings at the park while toting Jubilee on my hip, so my mother can do schoolwork with other siblings.

Gorgeous weather. It made even the decaf taste yummy.