I have to tell you about the Father’s Day card I got my stepdad. It was too perfect. It starts out:
In my heart, I always appreciated everything you did for me.
And goes on to say:
And, in my heart, I always cleaned my room.
And, in my heart, I always took out the trash.
The inside doesn’t matter, it was the front of the card that made him laugh. It made my grandma laugh. It made my mom laugh. In fact, maybe everybody laughed a little too much? Hmmmm….
Here is a song for Father’s Day!
Pru just decided she wanted to be in the pictures. Here she is, looking at the sink, confused. Why is it so white, mommy?
Just got back from dinner at PF Chang’s with the family. Had myself a little cocktail while I was there. Just a wee little White Russian. Must have been good vodka, because I didn’t even notice it until about 10 minutes after the drink was gone. I thought it was rather weak, actually. Not so, grasshopper!! And let you tell me something, kids, after I had that cocktail, I decided to buy everyone’s dinner in honor of father’s day. Jeez’m rice, there goes a $100+ bucks. Good thing I came home with a grocery bag sized bag of leftovers. Does that make sense? grocery bag sized bag… Good thing I came home with a bag of groceries the size of leftovers… noooo… Good thing I came home with a whole heapin’ mess of leftovers! There we go.
I needed that cocktail. So did other people at dinner. We both needed cocktails and we were the better off for it.
Jack, as promised… a picture of mongolian beef. Unfortunately, I had eaten a great deal of it by the time I remembered. I blame the booze. But the plate in the upper right hand corner is it. See how I had pushed the green stuff aside to get to the meat? The rest of you… never you mind why I am taking pictures of beef for Jack. That’s between me and Jack.
So here I am, working from home. I don’t do this a lot, because I am too easily distracted. I mean, a few feet away is my bedroom, and in there is my comfy squooshy bed. Sometimes, I just like to run and jump on it. But sometimes, I don’t get back up right away. The temptation is strong. That is one of many reasons why I work at work, and ummm….. home at home.
I was going to post a picture of me working from home with my iSight, but I did not look good. I looked tired and pasty. I wonder why? Oh yeah, I know why, because I only slept three hours. Was I playing the sims? Nooooo. Was I cleaning my house? Noooooo. I was just doing that thing I do, where I start out to do something like, say, clean the bathroom, and I end up trying on all my summer clothes to see how the fit, instead. Not that I did that last night, but that is a good example of what it is I do, when I do that thing.
Then, all of the sudden, it was midnight, and I decided to go to Walgreens. I had a prescription to pick up. Plus, that is just the best time to go to Walgreens and look around. There were so many things I could have purchased. They had little American flags, and inspired by a debate I had with Thomas, yesterday, I thought I might create an object d’art and call it “America – My Country: You Do Know That None of The Other Countries Are Inviting You to Their Birthday Parties, Don’t You?” But I couldn’t find any astroturf, which was essential to my design. But they had Milk Duds. [purchased] and Peach Snapple Ice Tea [purchased]. So… good enough.
Short story long, I was up for a while, didn’t sleep until after two, but woke up at 5. Hence…. lack of sleep. I wasn’t able to pry myself out of bed right away. And now, I am punchy. Literally. I want to punch someone, but with love.
Hello and welcome to 50 Word Fiction Friday. For those who don’t know, here is how we play the game. Write a story that is 50 words, no more, no less, and leave it in a comment. And that’s it. Oh, and this week’s theme is housework. Something to do with cleaning. Because we all know how challenged I am by the mere thought of it.
Also, in case you didn’t know, there is an archive page of the past weeks 50 word fictions, if you’d like to reminisce. Enjoy!
Where is the fairy tale?
“You were supposed to bring me breakfast, sweep the hearth, hang the clothes out to dry, iron my ball gown…”
“Mmmm… I’m sorry… what?”
“You are just sitting here. Reading!! You make a lousy Cinderella.”
“Can we just skip to the part where someone brings me a glass slipper?”
Can’t play sims until I finish picking up the house. Bummer. Gotta do some dishes. and finish cleaning the bathroom and get my crap out of the family room and vacuum. Not going to worry about the office or my bedroom. Besides, in accordance with the custody agreement contained within their divorce papers, my mom is getting my Grandma on Saturday night. Stepdad gets her tonight, mom gets her tomorrow. Perhaps odd for someone to want shared custody of their ex mother-in-law, but she’s pretty sweet. You wouldn’t want to give that up.
I, of course, maintain custody of everyone at all times. They all still belong to me.
You know what? I don’t think I have anything else to say… I got nothing. Odd. Let me think… 50 word fictions is to tomorrow. It needs to contain some aspect of housework in it. Just a heads up.
Yeah, that’s about it. Since the house will be clean, I wish I could invite you all over to play board games and eat snacks! Or possibly poker. Anyone want to come over and play poker with me?
We join the monkee as he attempts to sell someone the latest version of my software.
“And the latest version of [jodi’s software]? Holy Christmas!”
Amelia: Holy Christmas? What does that mean?
Jodi: I don’t know, I guess he means it’s really really great.
Amelia: so great he cannot come up with a logical exclamation?
Jodi: I don’t like him talking about my software.
Amelia: Wait, don’t you want him to sell it?
Jodi: Yeah… it’s just…. it’s non-denominational product! Separation of church and software!
Amelia: Ahhh….
Jodi: Don’t push your Christian holidays on my software, it was made by people of many faiths.
Amelia: Holy politically correct Winter Festival that adheres no no one specific religious belief!
Jodi: batman.
Holy Christmas is now the interjection of choice among members of my department.
To those of you who voted that I give in to my incredibly passionate nature, and buy the Sims2 yesterday, despite my need for housecleaning, bless you. You are my people. You “get” me.
To those of you who voted that I sacrifice my own needs for pleasure to better secure my family’s health and safety, ie: clean the bathroom, I’ve let you down. I’m sorry. Please don’t be too disappointed in me. I couldn’t stand it if you if you thought ill of me. But… I couldn’t find a sponge. No, seriously, I really couldn’t. Besides, there are two more days until she gets here. I’ll get it all done by then. I’ll pick up a sponge on the way home. Trust me.
The Sims2 is way different from the old Sims. It’s pretty freakin’ awesomely fabulous! I love creating new sims, I could spend hours just manipulating the shape of their face, the tilt of their eyes, the width of their nose… it’s wicked cool. Playing the actual game takes some adjustments. Lots of things have changed. I had to do a lot of exploring. There are things that are out of my control now. One sim went to work in an ok mood, he didn’t have a lot of valid skills, and all of the sudden a dialog came up – he was facing a situation, and had to make a choice. Actually, I had to make the choice. I made the right one and he got promoted. My other sim went to work in a great mood, with lots of applicable skills, I was again prompted to make a decision. I picked the wrong one and she was fired! She came with a cold, the game informed me, was totally sick, and incredibly depressed about the loss of her job. I had to send her to bed. Her energy was down, her hygiene was down, everything was down. Actually, she took a shower first, then rested in bed until she had enough energy to get up and eat. Then sat in a chair and red [for Fun, Comfort, and Energy] But the depression! She moaned and wailed and cried. Now “getting fired” shows up as one of her fears. And it’s one of her “memories” as well. Both things are new to the Sims2. It’s ok, we spent a couple of days getting healthy and happy and increasing a couple of skills, and then got another job in the Science field. While her partner is in the Law Enforcement field. Because that is what he wanted. It said so right in the control panel. However, his main mission in life, his emphasis…. his raison d’etre is Family. Hers is Knowledge. At this point, they are Good Friends, and I am trying to work my way, their way, up into love so we can trade the two single beds in for a double.
A while back, I was talking to Chris about the great names spammers use. I said that when I wrote my best selling novel, I might give all the characters names I got from spam. And so I started to keep a list. And it seemed that it would also work for Sims. So their names are Pansy and Dimitri Merona. Not the most exotic names on my list. But come on… Pansy? Such a smart girl and her name is Pansy.
This is the first time, in a long time, I’ve played without the money cheat. But I had started to rely on it too much, and it took some of the challenge out of the game. So the Meronas are saving their simoleans for a nice Telescope. Something else that has changed… you have all sorts of new options. For example, instead of just Read, Look for a Job, and Recycle options on the newspaper, you can now also Make an Airplane. Which the sim will then play with until you stop them. They will also play some kind of weird pirate game in the bathtub. Food flies everywhere when they eat. And they make cuter noises.
And I only played until 11 and that includes a long break during which I chatted online with real people. So… you know… I can stop any time. I can!
Do not eat cheetos while working on your computer. Your keyboard will get all gungy and orange.
Dan pointed me to an article that says the Sims2 is showing up early in some stores. But.. but… if I go get it today, if I can find it, I’ll never clean the bathroom before my Grandma gets here. However… I have noticed a trend when she visits, she likes to feel useful. She tends to clean anyway.. so.. um.. maybe.. NO! I have to clean my own bathroom! However, I might just need a jamba juice for lunch. And the jamba juice is just two doors down from the Apple store, so if I happen to walk by and peek in….
I have zero willpower.
