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June 2021

19 :: 20 :: 21 :: 22 :: 23 :: 24 :: 25

Short Fiction

Lartmann and Hambert Are Dead (humor) (Don’t worry if you don’t think it’s funny, I was just being absurdist)

Quotes

The Scion Suit Multiverse
TSS – Not Worth Helping

About Writing

Whining
Carol
Carol, again
Exploring What ifs

Photos

Spider Bro
Sometimes…
Bumblebee
Dragonfly
Glitter
The Predicament
Clouds
Sunset

Misc

Things about being creative…
Introvert mom vs Extrovert mom
10 Years Ago
Low Immersion Dye
Homespun Yarn
The Broken View – Something Better

A Rant About Adult Conversation
Tamagotchi

Chickens
Dub Tee Eff
Exercise
Nextdoor

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Nextdoor

My husband signed me up for “Nextdoor,” which is basically Facebook, only everyone posting lives in the area. He was all, “It’s a good idea to know what’s going on around here,” then promptly put in my e-mail address. -_-;;

It’s mostly people telling other people how they should be living their lives, with some lost pets and classifieds thrown in.

I have a pretty strong perverse streak, so when someone posted, “Grasshoppers travel from yard to yard, so if you have them you better treat them,” it filled me with a strong, overwhelming desire to cultivate ours. Feed them. Baby them. Make sure they grow up big, strong, and plentiful.

Then unleash them on the neighborhood.

My own personal plague of locusts.

Because nobody tells me what to do.

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Exercise

I had to scrap my plans to write in the morning, and start exercising instead. Frankly, it’s a lot easier to take the kids out on a long walk than it is to do aerobics in the living room — go figure — so I need to get out early enough to “beat the heat.”

Aaaand I’m not remotely an early riser. LAWL.

The good news is that our local swimming pool has finally reopened, and water is great for circulatory problems. I’ll definitely be adding that to the routine.

I *know* that my health suffers when I become inactive, so I’m kicking myself over this.

Anyway

I like to get the stroller loaded up with drinking water and outdoor toys, then walk a mile to the park with the children. There are usually a few other kids on the playground, as well as a tennis group on the courts, so it feels community-like without having to do anything other than smile.

I’ve noticed a brand new trend this year:

People aren’t using their phones anymore.

At all.

I guess they have gotten sick of it.

A random photo of some dead ants that I accidentally killed with ant poison, then felt guilty about.
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Chickens

Last year, someone living in the area got some chickens, then told me all about how good they are for gardens. I suspect that she imagined they’d carefully pick their way through the plant rows, eating pesky bugs and leaving fertilizing poop, so I burst her bubble by saying, “They will eat your vegetables.”

Come to think of it, that woman hasn’t spoken to me since, lol.

Actually, they don’t stop with vegetables. When you set up a chicken run, expect *everything* to die inside of it. And if you want to use the poop as fertilizer, then you need to compost it first — otherwise it will burn the plants and kill them.

Chickens aren’t a romantic pet in the slightest.

On that note: chickens are mean.

Really mean.

Our flock has taken to bullying one in particular, and I’ve had to separate her from the rest. This is actually a really common problem, and if left unchecked they won’t stop until the poor chicken is dead. Our little dear had a bloody comb when I pulled her from the coop, and was absolutely terrified of the others.

Interestingly enough, having a rooster prevents bullying, because he will manage the hens and keep them on their best behavior. Unfortunately, we aren’t allowed to keep roosters in our area because of the noise. Personally, I don’t think that they are any worse than dogs, but that’s how it is.

Chickens are fun, though. They’re definitely worth it if you can put up with everything. Just don’t expect them to maintain your garden for you.

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A Rant About Adult Conversation

I absolutely hate the stereotype that all stay-at-home moms are desperate for adult conversation.

Since I live in Utah, I mostly get this from Mormon men who seem to be desperate to prove to me that I chose an inferior lifestyle, compared to overwhelming joy and glory that comes with being underpaid and exploited by money-grubbing companies. Honestly, if I wasn’t so shy, I’d retort with, “Has your wife stopped beating you yet?” since they’re mostly a bunch of sissies married to hyper-controlling bullies. Why else would you go out of your way to be so condescending, if not because of insecurity?

Anyway

“Adult conversation” is usually excruciating, and for some bizarre reason it frequently revolves around Disney’s latest movie. Seriously. All the moms get together and immediately ask, “HaVe YoU sEeN dIsNeY’s LaTeSt MoViE?”

No.

I hate Disney.

I think that they’re one of those money-grubbing companies that exploits nostalgia for big profit. You know who said, “This movie would be so much better as a live action remake?” No one. So why did you all run out to watch a bright blue Will Smith desperately trying to imitate Robin Williams?

Answer: Nostalgia.

But that’s not the sort of thing that I’m allowed to conversate about with “adults”, because it tends to frighten and overwhelm them.

The only acceptable response is: “iT’s ReAlLy GoOd.”

And the script is so effing boring and brain dead that I don’t want to bother. I’m not the sort that makes mouth noise for its own sake.

With kids, on the other hand, I can say, “I like yellow flowers,” and we’ll play a game of listing off every yellow flower we can think of. It’s far more interesting and entertaining than “adult conversation.”

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