Just wanted to remind you all that I am still a mother. Those two heart breakers above would be the proof, along with the growing crop of grays at my temples and the bags beneath my eyes. They are 13, approaching 14 months, and yeah. Big. Beautiful. New and wondrous every day. Magic in their own right.
What the hell do kids this age eat? Anyone? I mean besides Cheerios. My kids eat anything and everything, it’s not that, it’s just that I’m in a rut, and I don’t know how small I have to cut their food up anymore. I read other parents do crazy things like give their toddlers a whole strawberry. Madness. Mine get strawberries cut into Cheerio sized pieces. It’s time consuming as hell, and plus I just don’t want to be one of those parents cutting their son’s chicken fingers up for them when they’re in high school, you know? I’m kidding. My kids don’t eat chicken fingers. Unless they’re pureed.
We do give them whatever we eat ourselves, aside from things with nuts or sesame seeds because I don’t know, everybody says if you feed a child a peanut before they’re 23 years old they’ll turn to stone. Or something incredibly scary like that. Yes, allergies. My understanding is that all the research on allergies now says that waiting to introduce foods doesn’t do shit. I find more and more I don’t trust a damned thing doctors tell us to do, but I’m not paranoid. Much.
On the fanfic all I can tell you is I didn’t finish it on 2/26, like I promised. I did hit the 50,000 word mark by then, but it wasn’t done. I finished it, or so I thought, last week at around 80,000 words, but then the ending wasn’t quite right, so I had to go add another chapter. Now I’m doing a once-through read, and then I think it may find a home somewhere in Twilblog world. I am not going to post the damned thing to fanfic.net because for some reason they just don’t like pr0n there anymore, and my fanfic has some parts to it that are for 18+ eyes and sensibilities. Really, it’s written for that intensely interesting class of Twilight fans who are women over 30, of which I am a member.
Did I tell you that I am a Twilight fan? It’s their fault. I don’t know how this could be, because the writing is fucking horrible, I’m sorry. The stories are fairly lame as well. And you know what? The characters can suck it, as well, with the exception of Edward Cullen, who is largely written like a tool, but who has so much potential you could write about him forever and ever and ever. Poor Robert Pattinson. He’ll never be rid of the Edward Cullen aura. Cedric who?
On the new Eclipse trailer, I don’t want to be a wench, but I am really sort of dreading the movie. That’s because a) the book was fucking horrible and b) the trailer points to the fact that 1. the book is lame as shit and 2. there is far, far too much murmuring by the characters. Watch that trailer and all you can think is, what the hell is wrong with Edward and Jacob? These guys fucking murmur every line in the damned movie trailer, and I sure as shit hope they don’t murmur their asses all the way through Eclipse.
Damn you straight to hell, Stephenie Meyer.
We played another show at Maxwell’s in Hoboken (Jersey for those of you who aren’t from around here) and it kicked ass. I’m not saying we kicked ass, but I am saying it kicked ass. It was really great to be on the Maxwell’s stage again. First time in 8 years ftw. I don’t know what any of it means in terms of some kind of musical future, only that the future looms large and we’re stepping forward into it.
Other things in life are really ass kicking these days. I’ll talk more about that later. Trust me, you can wait.
My birthday is Sunday. If anyone would like to send me large sums of cash, now is as good a time as any.
And on that note.
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Woah! I would have never pegged you as a Twitard. At least it seems like you’re more like me in the sense that you know the writing was atrocious. It’s like this huge fad that I didn’t want to look back on later with my kids/grandkids & be clueless about. Yes, that is my excuse, and I’m gonna stick to it.
By the way the boys are as adorable as ever and Happy Early Birthday you! I hope it’s the best one ever (gray hairs aside) :p
*raises hand* I’m one of those parents that gives her toddler a whole strawberry. Why not? She’s not gonna stick the whole thing in her mouth and if she does, it’s too damned big to choke on anyhow. She can eat at her own pace, take the size bites that she wants to take, etc… and yes, it’s a hell of a lot less time consuming
She eats everything and anything that she can without having molars to crush it up. A huge variety of fruits, veggies, grains, and yes, (smooth) peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. Her most beloved snack is halved red grapes, followed closely by Goldfish crackers. She also loves when we give her a piece of sharp cheddar cheese wrapped in a cold cut.
Anyhow, re: the novel, CONGRATS! Writing a novel is a hell of a lot of work. Good luck getting it edited to your satisfaction
Hey Tat! I was LOOKING AT YOU, girl, when I made the whole strawberry comment. I should give them to my boys too. I am fucking paranoid. Bing half choked on a big lump of bread once and I have been traumatized. But I have to just do it. The boys eat anything and everything–in small Cheerios sized pieces. Ridiculous, I know. The novel? It’s a fanfic for Twilight that is novel sized. I am appropriately embarrassed, yes. The good thing is it only took me 6 weeks to write and now I know I actually have it in me to write a novel, which I am about to do for real. That’s been an unrealized project of mine for about 6 years now.
Jelly, Jelly, Jelly, you cannot seriously be surprised I am a Twilight fan. You know me better than that! Yes, I know it’s terrible. I love it anyway, like I love hostess cupcakes and pop tarts and all kinds of junk that’s probably not terribly good for me. You are now recruited to read my fanfic. Do you ever read the Twitarded (http://twitarded.blogspot.com) blog? MANDATORY. You and Rosie, STAT.
I will drop a Private Plurk on her ass & I myself will also head over there as well
Happy Belated Birthday!!!
And due to posts like this one, I’m glad I don’t have rugrats, my kids would be choking all the time. I can barely eat without dying, who knows what I would do to my own spawn.
SEND ME THAT STORY ALREADY – GAH!!! please? pretty please with robert pattinson on top??? c’mon!!!