Blue Roses

I think I wrote more stories when I posted here. I was so in the habit of recording everything, writing every day, and turning little incidents into stories, and now I'm not.

I was playing in my stats tonight, and saw that 91 people had read my latest trickyfish story since I posted it last night. Wicked cool, man. I don't expect that. But it was 8 people less than how many visited my posts here from April 2002 so far this month. LOL How funny is that?

My kid shaved her eyebrows last night. When you think of a litle kid doing that, you think missing eyebrows. Not so much. She actually had a deft hand and a good line. <.g> Wouldn't have known if her mom hadn't said something, seriously. She still had more eyebrows than the SLP has on a typical day. <.giggle>

I never really got the eyebrow plucking thing. I've never done it. I'm lucky in that I don't need to, I guess. LOL But even if I looked like Bert, I couldn't imagine pulling out individual hairs. Or having thread weaved through them and then being pulled out by some lady's teeth. Haven't we moved past such medieval* tortures?? <.g>

*Did you know that medieval is Latin for Middle Ages? We're doing a middle ages unit at centers, and I thought that was interesting. Also, we call letters UPPER CASE or lower case because of where the letters were in 19th century printing press boxes. Capital letters were used less often and were therefore in the upper case, off the table and out of the way. Cool, huh? So endeth the day's history lesson.

Today, I proudly made AppleWorks calendar template my bitch. It took a few days, and a lot of growls, and some threats to it's computerhood, but I did it. I'm such a top. ;) I was proud of myself.

There are some days I wonder if my mom knows about this site and/or reads it, and other days I don't even want to consider that possibility. <.g> Oh, well. I think she already knows I read nsync slash. Don't know about her, but I vividly recall the day she came in on me reading Rhys's "Two Straight Men in Wisconsin: The Amazing Adventures of Chris's Cock." ("No, mom, it's not pornography! It's FUNNY. It's just a very very funny title for a story about Chris and Lance. Really.") She very kindly hasn't mentioned it since, however. There isn't much on here she doesn't already know, anyway. I think it's just the fannish things she doesn't know. And frankly, she doesn't want to know those things - I know, she's said so. So, I just spent five minutes talking in circles because whether she reads or not, I don't care. Just if you do, mom, no twitting about the pretty boys. ;)

I rather feel like sewing. Only I also rather feel like reading, and I can't do both. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.