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  1. Maggie Mae
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    By Maggie Mae,

    Part Four: Our Mother's Surprise. 

    I will finish this chapter today. Even if I have to take a nap at work to do so. Sort of kidding but also not. I recently interviewed for a new lateral position at a sister type organization. I didn't get it. I don't even know if I wanted it. But I still feel the sting of rejection, despite the weirdness of the "culture fit" interview. I actually don't know if they ever intended to treat me like a normal candidate. Or maybe they did? I don't know. I do know, however, that this book will be here for me. Ever so weird, ever so creepy, the question of "why, VC, why?" and "did you intend for this subtext to be here? 

    Chris finds money in his mother's bedroom easily. The ease of which he finds her money casually scattered over the dresser decreases his trust in his mother. (FINALLY, GAWD). He sees his mother's "negligees trimmed with fur or marabou feathers" and further loses hope that she is saving up for the release of her four children from the attic. 

    More interesting than the contents of Corrine's wardrobe, are the clues that something is amiss. The Grandmother is no longer punishing them for being half dressed. The twins have become deep sleepers and it scares Cathy to look at them. They also receive four powdered sugar donuts every day, along with sandwiches, lukewarm soups, and milk. All in a picnic basket. Cathy would like the menu to vary a bit, and bring brownies or cookies, or pie. Pie is probably the last thing I would be thinking about, but I generally don't think about pie very often in general. 

    The two teenagers run along the corridors one night, so we can get more visuals of the home. The trophy room reveals that Cathy hates the oil painting of the Grandfather she's never met, because he's a "cruel and heartless man" who has no right to be handsome. Chris does not let her look in every room, because he's a boring, terrible person. He calls her "nosy" and I am reminded that sexism knows no bounds. Men are "curious" while women are "nosy." Men are "born leaders" while women are "bossy." Fuck that. Women, be curious. Be bossy. Stand tall. Take up space. Cathy, grow a spine. 

    Cathy is impressed by the house's grand and beautiful size. 

    They make their way to their mother's "grand suite of rooms." Chris had already told her, in detail, about the swan bed. But seeing it in person is ... Well, Cathy says that "hearing isn't seeing!" Her breathe is pulled in, her dreams take on "wings of fancy" and she's all a flutter. "Glory be to heaven!" She can not believe the "posh splendor" or the opulence. This goes on for a while. She's overwhelmed and decides to touch all the things. She rolls around on the bed, then realizes that she doesn't like being on the bed where her mother sleeps with some new guy she hasn't met. Cathy rolls off the bed, runs into the walk in closet and starts describing the contents. Keep in mind that this is not supposed to be written in present tense, so she's recounting this. This is something that was important enough to commit to memory. There is quite a list of different types of fabrics and her mum's "sleeping" clothes. The attached dressing room & bath has live plants and a bidet. 

    Why can't Americans embrace the bidet? 

    The bathroom is so modern, it has a bath and a separate shower. That just sounds like more to clean, though I do appreciate a good deep bath, and a nice flat shower with a nice shower head. Cathy becomes aware that Chris has been shielding her from this ridiculous waste of money. Cathy is literally wearing rags, the twins are half dead, and her mom is prancing around in a leopard coat with green wool in between the fur trim. (SO CLASSY)

    Instead of remembering that there are literally dying children in the attic, and the headaches, cramping, and general illnesses, Cathy tries on her mom's clothing, and makeup. I don't know what Chris was doing while she's putting on too-big nylons, heels, and applying all of the makeup. Obviously we need to rush around and not look through the other rooms, but no reason to hurry Cathy along while she plays dress-up. Which, isn't she like 14? I kind of get it, but I also feel a sense of "why aren't you doing something useful with your time?" She fishes for compliments from the only male over 10 she knows, and he's not pleased. She also drenches herself in perfume. 

    Chris overreacts, but not in the way I would expect, which would be "please just help me look for money" and instead calls her "an adolescent whore," and orders her to wash her face and clean up the dressing table. She looks at herself and realizes that she doesn't look the same as her mother in the same dress, and contemplates what is different. She decides it's because she's wearing 17 bracelets, 26 rings, necklaces (plural), a tiara, and the dress. 

    She puts away the clothes, and puts her own clothing back on, stealing a plain white bra in the process. She finds a book called "How to Create Your Own Needlework Designs" and gives it a glance through. It's not a book on needlepoint at all. It's a book full of pictures of unclothed people doing things that unclothed people do. Cathy is shocked and frozen. Chris comes along and looks through it too, also stunned. He takes Cathy's hand and pulls her back to the northern wing, where their room is, and the entrance to the attic. Cathy contemplates how Carrie and Cory are made from what she saw, so it couldn't be evil. She prays that the twins will stay safe and healthy until they leave. 

    Chris offers Cathy the bathroom first. I'm kind of grossed out that I'm thinking about this, but he is a teenage boy who just looked at The Joy of Sex (or a similar book) for the first time. I'm surprised he didn't "need" to go first. Unless he's relieving himself in the room where the twins are sleeping, but that's awful. 

    She comes out wearing her thickest most concealing granny gown. They can't look at each other. They skip their prayers and go to bed separately. She thinks about how she should have shut the book before he saw inside, and then thinks about how "someday in the near future she was going to need to know all there was to know about how bodies are used in ways of love." 

    And this chapter is over!!!!! It was long and rather boring, despite finally making some plot progress. V.C. Andrews is not a world builder, for sure. I almost want to read this book if it were set in the modern age or at least embraced anachronisms and made it sort of timeless, because the "Golly gee!" and gushing about fabrics and just general weirdness makes Cathy so unrelatable.  (Spellcheck says that's not a word.) I'd like to hear more about the house and what's in the unused rooms. I want to read Corrine's point of view. I want to know what Bart is thinking. I don't care about Cathy playing dress up. Or maybe this book is just not for me? I mean, I'm obviously not the target audience anymore. Chris is not my idea of a dream guy, he sounds controlling and terrible. 


  2. I keep telling myself no good will come of getting anxious and vomiting the night before an interview.  Plenty of time for that in the morning.

    Apparently I disagree, as every reason for ever rejection in my life is on a recursive loop in my head broken up only by analyzing my multitude of failures one by one in great detail.

    I don't know why I am putting this out there in a place it can't be deleted, but I do it consciously.  Maybe someday the people who love me will someday read it and understand.  I've tried to explain, but they don't get it.

    I have more love and help than I deserve but on a fundamentally emotional level I am completely alone.  

    I just got through feeding the dogs and cats, started dinner ... I sauted beef and onions, started the sauce, put water on to boil for the cremettes ... wiped my counters and washed the dishes.

    I am functioning but I don't know how.  I don't feel functional on even the most basic level, but my outer self keeps going through the motions.  Yesterday I spent hours washing the floors, did lots of laundry, listened to podcasts ...

    But half the time at the end of the cast I don't know what I heard.  I'm on autopiolot.

    At the very core of my being, my true self, is fear.  I am made of nothing but fear.

    I am afraid of the anxiety which will only increase until my interview.  I am afraid of the panic and despair that will come with rejection. I am afraid of the massive anxiety if I am hired.

    I need this job,  I want them to hire me.  But I don't kid myself ... I can feel the Pandora's box of additional anxieties just waiting to burst open if get the opportunity to fail on a bigger scale.

    Beyond the fear I am just acutely, painfully aware of how very alone I am in the world.  I have spent the last several months accepting that.  

    And I do.  Accept it.  But accepting it doesn't mean I know what to do now.

  3. Confetti and Funfetti

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    Dailymail ran an article on cats' personality mirroring their owner's and it led to a link to a personality quiz for my kitty. In a nutshell there are five feline traits: Skittishness, Outgoing, Dominance, Friendliness and Spontaneity. Her results come across as mostly accurate, but I'm also the person who filled out the survey so it would be very strange if they didn't. She's typical on most, a high outlier on Outgoing and Skittishness and low on Spontaneity. They mention indoor cats tend to rank Friendlier, but taking a closer look it also impacts the Spontaneity score. She's lower than I would have guessed from my survey responses, so there's a weighted variable factor in play of the indoor/outdoor hours per day, FYI. 

    Figured I'd share the links if anyone is interested, you get a report emailed to you that explains the characteristics and has a graph showing where they fall compared to other cats!

    I'm awake because of the cat and her made up games, this is first time she's had stairs and the novelty of sprinting them in her made up obstacle courses hasn't worn off. Her speed racer trilling is loud, but I appreciate that she cheers herself on. I don't know if that's one of the mirrored behaviors discussed in the article and project, because I too actively encourage myself and did so while cleaning out the fridge (whole other bucket of self examination there). 

    She's a sweet cat, for the most part just wants to be wherever I am and opens door handles to get her way, bathroom included. She brings me toys to play with her, brings me her favorite bottle caps when I have a migraine and puts them in the bed to cheer me up. 

    I'm a bit nervous about our future, my ex is really wanting her to come live with him or fly her out for a visit. I've got to do more research on it, he paid all of the adoption and vet fees, but also let me bring her when I moved. He can get very stubborn and currently has the upper hand financially, but I don't think it's good for her anxiety to start flying her about.

    If you take the survey let me know how your kitty ranks and how accurate you think it is!

  4. HerNameIsBuffy
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    By HerNameIsBuffy,

    I want to preface this by saying I am kind of embarrassed that this is my third blog post here in a row and if other people don't start posting let my insecurity be on your heads.  :)

    Also - I am well aware that I'm FJ's Jill Duggar of food photography.  I'm terrible ... snark away, judgey people.

    I love cranberry-orange muffins and in company meetings I'd make sure they ordered one for me from Panera, but I prefer mine because they are slightly less sweet.

    The three bears reference is because I always bake these in 3 sizes:  Jumbo, regular*, and mini muffins.

    I have three kids and this is one of the few things they all love.  Sometimes they like the jumbo when grabbing one as a breakfast muffin on the way to work or school, we all love the regular, and mini-muffins are great when you want just a little bite without eating a whole one...because for me breaking into a whole muffin means I'll try to save for later but will finish it in short order so mini-muffins are perfect for those times you need a little taste of happiness without making a cupcake sized commitment.

    *regular being typical cupcake tins.

    This is my grandma's recipe.  I am sure she got it from Ocean Spray originally and tweaked it as it's similar.  This is for a double batch which will make a tray of each size (6 jumbo, 12 regular, and 24 mini.)  It is also good in loaf pans as cranberry bread, but muffins leave less crumbs on my counter.  Those of you who have neater families who wipe up their own counter crumbs may enjoy the bread, this recipe makes 2 loaf pans.


    • 4 cups flour
    • 2 cups sugar 
    • 1 tbsp baking powder
    • 1 tsp baking soda
    • 1 tsp salt
    • 1.5 cups orange juice
    • 4 tbsp melted butter (or Imperial margarine)
    • 2 eggs, well beaten
    • 4 cups fresh cranberries* halved or lightly pulsed once in food processor. 

    (*I do not use nuts in this recipe.  If you prefer nuts then cut the cranberries to 3 cups and add one cup of pecans)

    • Preheat oven to 350
    • Butter tins or line with cupcake liners...I'm a big fan of spray butter
    • Sift together dry ingredients (flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.)
    • Mix together wet ingredients (OJ, butter, and eggs.)  Add melted butter to OJ before adding eggs so they don't scramble from the heat.
    • Pour wet ingredients into the dry and mix together by hand until just combined. Like with all such muffins do not over mix or you will get a very tough end product.
    • Fold in cranberries until evenly dispersed throughout the batter, again don't over-mix.  You don't want them whole, but not minced - big chunks are best.  I use my food processor on all 4 cups at once and pulse it once.

    Fill tins:

    • Regular - 1 ice cream scoop of batter per muffin.
    • Mini - 1 melon baller scoop per muffin
    • Jumbo - 1.5 - 1.75 ice cream scoops per muffin.
    • Loaves  - split the batter between 2 loaf


    • Regular - 25 minutes
    • Mini - 15 minutes
    • Jumbo - 30-35 minutes
    • Loaves - 50 minutes

    Done when tops are golden and butter knife comes out clean.

    (posting now but will upload pics from phone shortly.)













  5. Maggie Mae
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    Earlier today,  I was at work with my Google Play Music on shuffle, and a song from the OBC recording of Annie popped up randomly. Weird, but whatever. It was one of my favorite musicals as a kid and I still have a bit of a soft spot for spunky red-headed orphans (see also PIppi Longstocking, Sansa Stark) Of course I listened to the entire thing, including a bunch of early mixes I hadn't heard before. I grew up in the time of tapes, and we were poor for a good portion of my life. I still remember my first walkman and the first two tapes - Amy Grant, Heart in Motion, and Annie. So I've listened to it a few times. (Eventually I also got an Ace of Base tape, a Madonna Tape, and some early 90s R&B, before moving on to CDs). Anyway, so I'm listening to some early mixes, and it hits me. 

    I love musicals. 

    This wasn't a revelation. But I love musicals because they are political. Every single one I've ever loved is political at it's very core. Annie - wealth disparity, the New Deal, history, Hoovervilles, all wrapped up in a shiny happy broadway theme. Rent - AIDS crisis, HIV stigma, poverty, wealth disparity, journalism integrity, the American Dream. Newsies - history - newsboys strike, Christian Bale singing with Bill Pullman, poverty, journalism, wealth disparity. Cabaret -   rise of fascism while everyone parties. Les Mis, Chicago, even Mary Poppins has a liberal political message/history lesson in the middle of it. Sound of Music. Fiddler on the Roof.  West Side Story. South Pacific. Avenue Q. 


    It appears that my favorite musicals (other than Mamma Mia, which we should just not talk about because I will fight you if you hate it) are the ones about living in poverty and doing the best you can with what you got. Not throwing away your shot, if you will. 

    Which brings me to a different memory. 

    I was talking to a guy on skype. He had lived next door to a very close friend, and he was dating a different "friend" of mine from high school. This was in the early 2000s and everyone was talking about the election, Bush V Gore, the Patriot Act, Ralph Nader, John McCain, and assorted topics. This guy was literally the first person who didn't even humor me with my "you should vote for x person in the local election." He was just "no. I don't vote." And even with his reasoning, I could not accept that. I still can not accept that. I don't understand that viewpoint, and I probably never will. It's been at least a decade since I talked to that guy, and I just don't get it. What do you do all day when you aren't political? What do you talk about? When you talk about "how to make the world better" what do you say? Is the number of people who hate politics at all correlated to people who hate musicals?

    Which brings me to how does anyone hate musicals? I know they exist and are out there but why? Is it like my hatred of country music? They hear it and have the same full body uncomfortable feeling? That's so sad. I feel like I owe so much of my knowledge of history to my love of Broadway, as these groundbreaking musicals inspired me to study things in history that I probably wouldn't know about otherwise. I wouldn't have read Allan Ginsburg's Howl without Rent. I wouldn't have read The Berlin Stories  without Cabaret.  Fictional characters set during war time give the audience a grasp of what it was like for those who aren't Generals or State Politicians. 

    BTW. If Cabaret comes to your city, go see it. It's topical. 

  6. I remember being about two years old (I have a long memory) and watching my dad plug in Christmas lights. That was probably the last year our family celebrated Christmas. 

    Both my parents grew up celebrating holidays like most of middle-class America, but as they began their slide into fundie-dom they started reading tracts and booklets about the evils of holidays. They believed that Christmas, Easter, and Halloween were evil throwbacks to paganism that had been perpetuated by the Catholics (who, of course, weren't "real Christians"). I'm linking here to something similar to the many booklets we had around the house: http://blowthetrumpet.org/AChristmasDefenseHowGodsPeopleJustifySin.htm

    This refusal to celebrate holidays set my family apart, even from the fundamentalist Christians we associated with, and definitely caused a lot of confusion when people casually asked us kids what we were doing for Christmas, and we told them we didn't "do Christmas." We got asked a lot if we were Jehovah's Witnesses, since that's who usually comes to mind as not celebrating holidays. Sometimes people asked if my parents were Christian, because the idea of a Christian not celebrating Christmas was so astonishing. 

    Birthdays were only grudgingly allowed: we normally had just a family gathering, similar to the Maxwells' descriptions of their birthday celebration. It was often pointed out that the only birthdays mentioned in the Bible were the birthdays of evil men (Pharaoh and Herod). Also it was seen as being likely to draw to much attention to one person and make them self-centered. 

    This story has a bit of a happy ending, at least for me. After I left home, I embraced holidays with a vengeance. Christmas was amazing, my children got Easter baskets from my in-laws, Halloween was a pure delight of dressing my kids and taking them trick-or-treating. Now that I've left Christianity, I still look forward to the holidays. Christmas/Yule/Winter Solstice--whatever it's called, it's a time of joy and giving and yummy food. Halloween--it's a joy to watch my children enjoy what I didn't, with no fear of "Satan" to hinder their steps. The cycle of the seasons is cause for celebration, even if "Easter" isn't really a thing for me. And I want my children to feel special on their birthdays: to know that they're important and valued.

    This rejection of holidays stemmed from anti-Catholic and anti-Pagan attitudes. It was promoted as being "God's way," but all the tracts reviled Catholics and Pagans, making it obvious that the real problem was with other people's belief systems. Of course, we were the ones with the "right" understanding of the Bible. As with everything else. 

    Nowadays, my parents still don't celebrate religious holidays, except for having or attending a Thanksgiving meal (apparently there's some justification in the Bible for "a day of thanks," don't ask me). They are free to do whatever they want on the holidays; meanwhile, at my house, there will likely be a delicious dinner cooking and a living room full of loved ones. 

  7. Imrlgoddess
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    When you don't have hooman children to dress up, you turn to your pets, lol! 

    Precious was a hit as a UniPuppy.....Dogicorn? 

    Thor was quite fascinated by mama's incense, he loves to watch the smoke. Moms candy wrapper pile was pretty entertaining too. 

    Pretty, pretty Princess stood guard by me while I handed out treats, she enjoyed some Halloween face rubs. 




  8. Gobbles
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    On 29th October I officially bought the biggest thing I have ever bought. My car! (Obviously I'm not able to pay for it, so thanks Grandpa/Family!) The car is already in Germany, so they dealer might get it around the 15th November and once they have cleaned, sorted out the official stuff and put on the winter tires I should get it around the 19th. I already have my license plate (in Germany you can either get a random number, or pay for one you want). My initials and four numbers, my birthday and the one from my dad. It looks like "S - XY - 1234". 

    I had to get the option with the sat-nav and the better radio (DAB) because the model without it would have a delivery date of March 2019 in the colour I wanted. 

    The car is made in Japan. Which I think is totally cool. A real Japanese car. Now the third one in our family. To bust the myth that we all drive around in German cars. Nope, you pay so much more for so much less. For real, for example a Volkswagen with the same stuff in it as my Jazz would cost at least 3.000€ more. And everything else, like changing tires or service is also more expensive. 

    So the last wait period has begun! The only thing I have or rather my Dad has to do is figure out the insurance stuff. The insurance runs on my Mum because it is cheaper that way. Oh, and pay once the car is here. 💸 

  9. Most of my Sims couples are white and straight, like me. So, for my newest save game in Sims 3, I decided to create a mixed-race lesbian couple, Helena May and Roseanne Baker. Helena is the white woman and Roseanne the black.


    They started off in CAS as Girlfriend and Girlfriend. They got married within a couple of days.


    They then adopted their first kid, Amelia.


    Helena wants to be a Hit Movie Composer. Her main skills are Guitar and Logic. Sadly no-one really listened to her when she played in the park.


    Helena's third main skill, not related to her career, is Alchemy.


    Here's Amelia as a toddler...


    ... and as a child, off to a Writing class.


    The family currently has three pets: Pistachio the cat and Cashew and Macadamia the dogs. Pistachio and Cashew are into the Hunting skill. One day... an effing SNAKE appeared INSIDE THE HOUSE. OMGWTFBBQ


    Amelia was a child during winter, and she had a couple of days off school, as well as the Snow Day holiday. She only went to school twice. She used the time off to write some science fiction novels. 


    What do dogs like to do? CHASE THE MAILWOMAN!! Sadly he developed the Aggressive trait, which kinda sucks. 


    Roseanne took him for a walk in the snow.


    Snow Day gift giving party. Amelia ended up getting three of the same thing, Helena got one crappy gift, and weirdly Roseanne got nothing.


    Amelia aged into a Teen. I later changed her hairdo as the result of a "mood swing" wish. 


    Mason is very close to his imaginary friend, Puzzle. I've currently got an opportunity to make Puzzle real, but I've got to find a Rainbow Gem, which are super rare.


    Helena discovering some potions. At level 8 of logic, you can make a potion that'll turn the Imaginary Friend real, without needing to do the opportunity, but she's only level 6 right now. Given how rare Rainbow Gems are, she'll probably reach Level 8 before we find a gem :pb_lol:


    Whoops! Potion discovery gone wrong!


    Mason is a Loner and Angler, so he's really into fishing. The lakes were all frozen, so he had to go fish in the sea.


    Here he is learning bait for a particular type of fish. You can also see little Felicity in the background.


    Felicity grew up! She's a Virtuoso so I'll probably get her to develop music skills, but you can't develop them till you're a teenager. That painting is by Amelia, who wants to be an Illustrious Author and master the writing and painting skills.


    The most recent picture is of Amelia going to prom. She hooked up with another Sim there, who's a Vampire. The vampire lifestyle isn't really my thing. Plus, vampires live longer than normal Sims, so Amelia would be an Elder whilst he's still a Young Adult, so I'll get them to break up, although they can still enjoy a teen romance.


  10. I'm making my first attempt to cook rice in my Instant Pot. I am completely incapable of making rice that isn't either mush or crunchy, no matter what I do. Here's what I have done so far:

    1 c. wild rice

    2 c. water

    1tsp better than bullion veggie because it sounded good.

    1tsp. butter

    Put in pot and set to 25 min per https://www.platingsandpairings.com/cook-perfect-rice-instant-pot/.

    Prayed Rufus' blessing on my endeavour.

    Blogged about it on FJ. Updates to follow.

  11. Musings of a Former Pole Dancer

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    The title explains it all: My MIL is moving back to the region where husband and I live. We are state line to her home state (and mine), so she will be uber close to us. NEITHER of us is excited or looking forward to this B moving back with her mother (who is also not excited).

    She's not a job type person, and already told GMIL she cannot get a job because she's unskilled. She's not even 60 yet. The unspoken truth is she is going to wait for her mother to die and leave her the trust fund she's expecting. It feels like a page from a fundie soap opera because I cannot even with the amount of laziness bullshit from her.

    I'll have more updates later. She's supposed to be back by October 1st, but we don't know if she's going to cancel and try to "work things out" with her abusive, bipolar, alcoholic husband (for the second or third time). 

    In case you were wondering, my MIL is nowhere near fundie or even religious. 

  12. BlackberryGirl

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    Whoa!  Last night was weird as hell. At some point within minutes of me falling asleep, Mark took my hand and kissed it, in his sleep, and I went through the ceiling. I was startled awake and somehow thought a heyena had licked my arm. 

    Then a couple hours later I surfaced to see a ninja in full black costume jump over the bed and crouch by the window. 

    Fuck. Obviously I didn't go back to sleep. I had taken tramadol twice yesterday for the migraine and arthritis. I generally average 2 tramadol every 6 months or so..and its the lowest dose. Apparently some lucky people have halucinations as a side effect to tramadol. 

    I need some kind  of pain relief. Codiene is absolutely out.  At least the headache is gone and I feel generally better. Stil need to make dr Appointment, they are closed today, I'll call tomorrow. 

  13. Wild, Wandering, Wondering

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    wild little fox
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    I don't know what happened but suddenly my depression has disappeared. I'm looking forward to the future. 

    I have gone as far as starting an exercise program I found on YouTube. It's for people with mobility issues to get them moving forward. I've been able to do the first episode three times. Today I purchased some hand weights designed for walking but they will fit in my hands without exasperating my hand pain. 

    My t-shirt fit better this morning because I'm already tightening up in my upper body. My pants were too long so I know I'm moving forward. I did need to use my cane when walking to and from the courthouse, but overall I'm feeling stronger. I'm looking forward to doing the program tomorrow. 


    Keep at it.

    Find a picture or pictures of bicycles. When I drop some weight I'm buying one! Mobility this winter in SoCal will be so much easier.





  14. I'm old, so I apologize for using a blog for this because I can't find the jibber-jabber place to post random things like this. 

    You know where the ads are on FJ, right?  We all do, and 9 times outta 10 I couldn't tell you what the ad was for because I just ignore them.  But Sears,  somehow, popped up with an ad for power tools.  Lots of power tools and tool boxes.  And a Windola (maybe not exactly a Windola, but I'm close).  After clicking on her and finding out you can do so many different things with her I decided I'd lingered long enough on the ad.  Gods know what's going to show up on the ad space NOW since I showed an interest in a poseable life-size barbie doll.  

    Has anyone else been blessed with this abomination or is it just me?!  


  15. Welcome back to 66 Goodbook Avenue! It's been another long time away, as the Sims 4 Seasons update messed with my game (and also I got married!). But we're back! And it's starting to get crazy. 

    First, let's have an update on Elsie! She actually had a great year and was promoted to caterer! Yay! Now she works 3pm-11pm which works SO much better than overnights for her single-mom life. Elsie continues to live a less-fundie lifestyle, and during one of Romano's naps, even googled herself and found her way to internet forums!!!!! See you on FJ, Elsie!


    For the Edens proper, the first thing you should know is that due to the Sims 4 update messing with my mods Edens' pastor proclaiming bunk beds are of Say-un (no one can see what's going on in that top bunk!), the bedrooms were re-configured, with Elsie's old room becoming a toddler nursery. 


    The second thing you should (already) know is that the Edens can't keep their legs closed.


    #12 is on its way! 

    The Edens were very busy in year 14/2023. Eva's efforts were focused not on her children, but on writing "Queen of her Castle: How to train up daughters with servant hearts so that Mama can rest." Notice Genesis potty-training a little, Numbers doing laundry, and Deuteronomy practicing the violin as Eva ignores them all to write. (Also Ruth is dancing half-naked. You go Ruth!)


    Well, sadly Ruth (#8) turned 4 years old and had to put on clothes and start the SOTDRT.  This inquisitive little cherub is now a budding art-lover growing her hair out for her daddy Nathan Bates Jesus.


    The Edens had another big birthday later in the year. Goofy Exodus (#2) turned 12 which is the start of teenage years for our Edens! He has matured into a good and good-looking, if rather-boring, adolescent who loves children, and will surely take heart pieces in the future. 


    Lastly on the birthday train, baby Chronicles (#11), born on Halloween of the previous year, grew into a charming toddler full of absolute spirit. I cannot WAIT for this one to grow up, y'all!


    Like seriously. 

    What are the other kids up to? Leviticus (#3) holds unsuccessful youth groups in his continued attempts to be a little preacher,


    Deuteronomy (#5) likes it when her daddy reads to her, and boy does he have a soft-spot for his cheerful and sweet fundie princess, 


    and all the kids love when Elsie comes to visit. (Notice bookworm Judges (#7) still reading). Especially Genesis.


    As you may have guessed from the blog title, she's having a rough year. Being 13 is usually the pits, and Genesis is a 13 year-old sister-mom who cooks, cleans, and child trains, all while focusing on her violin training (actual passion) and (not really) keeping up with home-schooling. PLUS she's expected to keep sweet for all of this AND all of her "best friends" are her siblings. YIKES! The countenance is beginning to break. 


    Actually the countenance exploded, and Genesis had a legit meltdown.


     "I HATE THIS FAMILY! I just want to watch Harry Potter and go to the mall like a NORMAL PERSON!!"


    "Now Genesis honey, what would Jesus say about your disposition right now? Are you J-O-Y-ing?"

    While Genesis was out of commission reflecting on her life, Exodus stepped up, deigning to cook mac and cheese and reading to the littles. 


    This weird thing also happened when both Exodus and Elsie tried to teach Samuel how to stack blocks. Deuteronomy had no comment. 


    After giggling with Exodus watching something on a NOT flip phone of shame *gasp*


    And remembering that people who watched Harry Potter were going to Hell, Genesis was back to her old self. 


    But...the tiniest cracks remain. Will they be enough to get Genesis out of fundie-land? We will all find out in several Sims years. Until next time, Edens out!

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    I'm sorry that I've not come back with this blog and tips and tricks!

    I took a vacation - the first vacation I'd taken in 8 years! - to Seattle in March, where I got to finally meet my best friend in person, and we got to go see Hamilton on tour! Then I fell into a Stardew Valley on the Switch rabbit hole, and I was a bridesmaid in a wedding, and then... well. Work. Lots of work, lots of turn around. And Cubs games on TV to watch, and my boys in pinstripes kind of take precendence since I get to watch so few games because of work and refusing to shell out $90 a year for MLB.tv.

    I might change my focus of this blog (because I have a fafillionty Stardew screencaps!), but I'll try to still put some makeup stuff in here too.

  16. My grandmother was born in 1898 and died at the age of 102 in 2001, thus living a life touching three centuries.  At the time of her death she was of diminished stature and eyesight but was otherwise ‘healthy’.  She had never contracted polio, as my grandfather had, and she was never stricken with cancer or heart disease, or any other ailment.  She simply died of old age as her body just could not sustain life anymore.

    My grandmother lived most of her life in England, moving to Canada when she was eighty.  She survived two world wars, and was not among the millions of people who perished in the bombings or in concentration camps.  

    Grandma was not in Manchester in 1996, nor was she on Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie.

    She was not visiting the World Trade Centre or the Pentagon in 2001.  She was not on a flight that day destined for a quiet field in Pennsylvania.  

    She was not on a train in beautiful Madrid in 2004, nor was she strolling along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice in 2016.  She adored visiting Paris, but was not there in November of 2015.  My grandmother was not enjoying a summer afternoon on La Rambla in Barcelona last year.  She was also not crossing London Bridge in the city she loved so much.

    My grandmother would likely never have gone to the Pulse nightclub in Orlando and, similarly, would not have enjoyed a wonderful country festival in Las Vegas.  Grandma was not in Oklahoma City or San Bernadino, nor was she teaching innocent children in Dublane, Scotland or Sandy Hook, Connecticut, or Parkland, Florida.

    My grandmother was also not walking on Yonge Street in Toronto yesterday.  

    In over a hundred years she was never in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not once. But so, so many other people were.  They left home one day and never returned. None will live to the age my grandmother did. They have all had their futures stolen from them and their families have been forever destroyed.  Simply because they were in those places at the worst possible moment. In many of those instances, a few short minutes was the difference between life and death.

    I’m glad my grandmother was not alive to witness 9/11 and the continuous horrors exacted across the globe in the subsequent years. I sometimes imagine that human beings are an experiment; one that will prove to be a complete and utter failure.  It seems we will never cease finding ways to kill each other.  

    Yes, my grandmother was lucky. As am I as I write this post. And all of you, my lovely FJ friends, are, too. I hope we will all be as fortunate as my grandmother.

     Because it is all just so fucking random.  

  17. The Fundees - Sims Style

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    Despite keeping Jill away from David as much as possible when Steve and Steve 2 were at work, she still liked-liked him more. Steve was too boring and the other Steve was too angry for her tastes.

    David and Mrs David - not Ms. thank you very much! - got married in a Godly church, and are currently waiting for God to bring them their first child. In the meantime, David is spending his days fishing in Gods green gloryness, and Mrs David is spending her time singing Godly tunes to praise Him. She hopes that God will provide a guitar and piano, though she wonders how a piano will fit in the RV since there is barely enough room for the crib. Darn Sims baby is required to sleep in a crib even though their bedroom with attached private bathroom has more than enough room for a cage.

    (I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this. I was playing it with the hopes she would end up with someone else, so the gameplay would be more interesting and less... real.)

  18. I'm jumping ahead a bit in time here, but hopefully, I'll be able to do some catch-up posts in the next couple of days. Anyway, the Lord has decided to bless the O'Hurleys with twins. In addition to the two toddlers already in the house. Thankfully, Matthew is only one day away from aging up. I caved and used the free real estate cheat to buy them a nice big house in Brindleton Bay. Now, I'm off to look into the MC Commander mod since we've almost got a full house already!

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    One of my closest friends is getting married this weekend. Since her initials will become PBJ, I made her this card. Now I have to figure out what to write inside. I feel so much pressure!



    There’s also a memorial they visit every time they are in town and is the location where her fiancé proposed. So nce it’s small I couldn’t find any souviners online as a gift, so I contacted park services. I spoke with someone there and got them a magnet and postcard, which I’m putting in the envalope as well.

  20. Don't get me wrong.  I actually do love my sister.  Except when I do not.  And she has made it really really hard to love her in the last (doing the math here)  3.5 years.  (no really last 'contact' was June 2014 in a cryptic 'stand down, I'm alive' Facebook post - oh and this was in the period when I was getting Mom diagnosed with dementia and dealing with drive-offs and actually needed to talk to her).  

    And yesterday was her birthday.  And Facebook likes to remind me of this because her birthdays are turned on (for the record, mine is not because I don't always react well to 'everybody' screaming happy birthday at me for days) - even though her last post was June 2014.  

    I assume she is alive.  That assumption is based on statements I receive (no, really) regarding her storage unit when the payments are late.  My means of communicating with her is via facebook messages that indicate no receipt but trust me they are getting through somehow (I care not how) because a few months ago the storage unit threatened to sell her stuff and I communicated that to her and for a month or so no notice.  In the mail today - yup, another notice about late payment.  So I just sent another message and the lovely I miss you pangs have reverted back instantaneously to I hate you.  

    My suspicion based on a limited about of internet research/stalking is that she's having financial issues and hiding from creditors (because that is always a great way to deal with issues).  And I cannot help her if she doesn't want to be helped (as indicated by her hiding from everyone).  

    I did not wish her a public happy birthday yesterday because in the past that has resulted in friends of hers, some dating back to high school coming out of the woodwork and then I have to go through this whole weird explanation of I have zero clue what is going on or where she is.  Which always feels so sad and stupid.  I'll also admit to not attending certain family functions (mainly on the paternal side) because my uncle is going to ask about her and really I want him to leave it (and about half dozen other subjects) alone but he won't.  (and really dude, you are my father's brother and you know how he was so whey the hell are you of all people expecting me to know or figure out or get through to my sister who is acting the same way he did)??

    The positive news of the morning from the same batch of mail is that the Recovering State of Brownbacistan has renewed Mom's Medicaid for another year.  

  21. Christmas is over, New Year is gone, I'm out of excuses. Back to weekly posting plan.

    And, so, what's going on in Ranford household?

    To be honest, not much. Life continued in familiar, chaotic misery. 



    Viola started a new parenting strategy. You put a crying baby on floor and lecture it. Very fundie-like, and very unproductive. 



    She decided to share this wisdom to the world with her first book. Basically, it’s a collection of her blog posts, but readers now must pay money for it. 
    Smart life choices!


    Reed is a bit of a bully towards Huckleberry. He gets along with twins and doesn't care about quads yet, but every time he sees Huck with a toy, he takes it away. 
    Zachary and Viola would encourage Huck to give Reed his favorite childhood position, but, unfortunately, Huckleberry doesn't have anything that belongs just to him. 


    But Reed has a good side, too. He catches more fishes in one day than Zachary has managed to catch in his entire life. 



    The fishes Reed provides is the main food source for entire family now. 



    And he remembers to pick up all the old bottles from kitchen floor. And, trust me, there are lot of bottles. 



    #StoryTime: During one night a total stranger entered a house!!! Viola was busy potty training Huckleberry and didn't notice until it was too late!



    The ungodly stranger turned out to be a hobby instructor! They are almost as bad as social workers, running around and telling kids that it's ok to enjoy something!!
    (Apparently, Forest likes this one particular toy so much he has gained enough enthusiasm to be in zone. And he is only toddler. I'll take it as a sign.)



    And, yes, no pregnancy announcement from Ranfords... Have Lord closed Viola's womb? Without giving her a precious little baby girl? Or is this just temporally hardship that will be overcome with combination of praying and sweet fellowshiping? Viola sure hopes so. 

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  23. Hey everyone! In advance of Thanksgiving, I thought I'd share a family turkey recipe! Fair warning, this takes FOREVER to cook. I do it in advance of the big day.  Enjoy.

    Sauce: Enough for or a 15 pound turkey or smaller  


    Relajo (spice mix).. you can find this at some Mexican grocery stores in a little baggie or make your own

    ---chile ciruela

    ---chile wake





    3 chopped onions

    2 Red bell peppers chopped

    1/2 small can tomato paste 

    12 peeled tomatoes (from a can, buy two large cans and use 12, plus juice)

    2 cartons Chicken stock



    Toast the relajo on a frying pan until its fragrant 

    Cook the onions until transluesent, add bell peppers and relajo


    Add tomatoes and tomato juice 

    Cook low and bubbly for 30 min 

    Blend the sauce as fine as possible (you can use regular blender, but let it cool before blending, or immersion blender)

    Add half carton of chicken stock and cook for 20 min

    Get another pot. Place a fine strainer over the empty pot, and slowly strain the sauce into the pot using a spoon to push the sauce against the strainer and squeeze as much juice out as possible. This juice should be thin and red. Place the pulp into a bowl and repeat until all the thick blended sauce is strained.

    Now take the pulp and put it back in the original pot, adding another half carton of stock. Cook for 20 min.

    Repeat the straining. Cook one more time with more broth. Strain again. (so three rounds of cooking and straining)

    You can throw away the pulp, and what you have left in the pot is your sauce! Season to taste. If its too sour, mix in some brown sugar


    For the turkey:


    ·      Butter

    ·      Mustard

    ·      Worcestershire sauce

    ·      1/2 cup white wine

    ·      Stuffed spanish olives

    ·      Capers

    ·      Salt

    ·      Pepper

    ·      Paprika



    The night before, poke the turkey with a fork. Rub the butter, mustard, and worcestershire sauce all over the turkey and get inside the skin

    Put the turkey in a pan with the sauce, olives and capers drained, white wine, paprika and cook in oven. 

    Make sure you baste often it while its cooking


    The sauce gets its final flavor from the turkey. After cooking with the turkey, it can be frozen used as sauce on other things.  Also, a good Salvadoran post-thanksgiving meal is pan con pavo/ pan con chumpe, which is a turkey sandwich with the sauce, radishes, and cucumbers. Use a crusty bread.


    Sauce can be made a week in advance, and keep in Tupperware in the fridge. Or freeze if holding for longer.


    Throwback to last year's stuffing recipe: 



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      I know nothing of family law, but I wasn't aware the government could order someone to send their kids to public school.

    • Shadoewolf


       Yeah youth hockey is insane. I've encountered some crazy parents. And these kids who literally eat, sleep and breathe hockey. The kids who, when they aren't at the rink (which like someone said is every day), have full setups in their basement. They only play the NHL games on gaming systems.  Some of them are homeschooled because of how hectic the schedule is.

      My kid is good but hell no. Not knocking competition sports as I was a pretty dedicated ballerina and competition gymnast but there are limits. He still has homework every night. He likes playing Minecraft on the XBox. He still likes building with Legos and riding his scooter. We talk about other things besides the next game. 

      Soccer is often spring/summer here and hockey is Sept through April 1. Most kids here do both to stay in shape.

      I coached 3-5 year old soccer, it was GREAT.  Very little about fundamentals and more about sharing the ball and working together than scoring goals. Oh but the 10U's I took on in an emergency? Just as bad as hockey parents. They lost their first 5 games and parents bullied the other coach out. They hated me because I wouldn't cower to their demands and had no hesitation benching their kid for being a brat. But the team nobody thought had a chance ended up winning the tournament championship with me at the wheel.

      Sometimes it's the coach. Sometimes its do or die to win, others (like hockey we have this year) want the kids to learn and improve rather then focus on how many goals they score. We bounced rinks 3 times to get the right balance. 

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      26 minutes ago, nastyhobbitses said:

      I would probably sprint like Usain Bolt with a big shit-eating grin on my face if God just gave me the all-clear to rut to my heart's content. 

      Yeah but the girls aren't supposed to act excited for sex though are they? I figured they were joyfully available to please their headship but that's it.

    • mango_fandango


      I just googled “jesus toys”. 

      I was not disappointed.




      Freedom Fighter Christ. Cuz Jesus would totally use weapons 






      The Devil’s Ultimate Disguise




      The vision of the burning bush would haunt poor Moses forever. 




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      1 hour ago, Daisy0322 said:

      Why do any of them run out? Is this a cultural thing? I've never seen anyone else do this.

      I would probably sprint like Usain Bolt with a big shit-eating grin on my face if God just gave me the all-clear to rut to my heart's content. 

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