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What I resent

With Christianity itself, I'm rather orthodox/traditional in my beliefs.  I believe in God, I believe in Jesus Christ as His Son, I believe in the Holy Spirit.  (I explain the Holy Spirit to my son as "the part of God that lives inside us to help us do what he wants".)  

I don't understand how it all works.  I don't understand how God can be "three in one", how Jesus can be both God and God's Son.  I also don't claim to understand how God works.  I've long given up on there being a formula on how I can please God, or a formula for the perfect prayer.  I don't always understand evil, why evil happens to people that did nothing wrong; or why those who are evil do not "get theirs".  

But I do believe in God because I believe He is bigger and smarter than I am, and I do believe there will come a day when all will be made new, when wrong will be righted.  

I may have problems at times with what God does, but I don't believe that I resent God.

What I do resent is how people have used the name of God to hurt and abuse people.  I resent how people use God to justify their bad behavior.  

And I also resent the shallowness of how faith is presented.  I resent simple explanations and simple formulas, of "this is how God works, if you do A, he will do B".  I resent the explanations of, "Oh, if such-and-such didn't happen, you must not have had enough faith."  It's all on the backs of the believer.  You know, sometimes God does say "no", for whatever reasons He has, and it's really unfair to blame people for "not having enough faith" when things didn't work the way the believer wanted.

I also thoroughly resent "Christianese".  Anyone who tells me, "God is in control," does not value their life very much.  There's a sense in which I believe "God is in control," as in, He will cause things to work out for my ultimate good.  I just resent it when "God is in control" is used as a throwaway Christian cliche.  

I also resent, "the Lord will provide," being used as a throwaway Christian cliche.  It falls along the same line as "be of good cheer, keep warm and well fed" from the book of James.  I read a social media thread about, what happens when you're a Christian out of work and the only job you can find is on Sunday?  Someone answered, "The Lord will provide," in the context of, you shouldn't work on Sunday because that would interfere with you attending church.  I guess that person forgot about the first responders, the doctors, nurses, soldiers, etc. that work on Sundays.

I've experienced abusive faith and I've read about it, and sometimes, those experiences have left me with more questions than answers.  I want true faith.

fransalley

fransalley

 

Smiths Part Thirteen: Babies Galore

So, we start off with not long left until Emily gives birth.  You need the toilet a lot when pregnant! It's go time! Daniel freaks out. It's... ... a BOY! Welcome to the world, Martin Westbury-Smith!  Over to the Pearsons. Eliza works on writing a new violin tune. Here's Adam as a Child. His hairdo is very similar to Mark's. Uh oh, Adam thinks it's a good idea to play with ketchup and flour... Eliza reads to her son. Hmm... Mark's gone stripy. He got a "Giggly" moodlet, so I guess the diagnosis is Gas and Giggles. No, me neither. Sim illnesses are weird. Adam sure is a helpful kid! And now it's go time for Eliza! TWINS! Eliza has the Fertile trait (from the Rewards store), so it's not entirely unexpected. And they're her first daughters, Chloe and Delilah. It's also Harvestfest! Harvestfest is a bit like Thanksgiving, in that one of the traditions is being thankful. Another tradition is "holiday gnomes"... yeah, Sims being Sims again. Gnomes appear in your house and you have to appease them. This one didn't appreciate pie. WHAT KIND OF GNOME DOESN'T LIKE PIE??? Adam going to meet his sisters. Chloe is in the pink crib and Delilah in the green one. Eliza threw a Harvestfest house party. And I was reminded that pretty much all the males in the family have the same dang shirt! L-R for the guys: Elijah, Eddie, Mark, Elliot.  Eliza eating some turkey dinner. One tradition is to cook a "grand meal", with a choice of turkey, ham, fish or tofurkey. (I much prefer the Sims 3 name for veggie turkey, Tursoykey). Once you've had a plateful, you get a "dazed" moodlet called "food coma" #soaccurate Emily decided to use the bath. Ah well, Eliza had puked in Emily's toilet a couple of days earlier... Adam decided to eat some spoiled food. Bad idea. Yup, bad. Now he feels nauseous. THERE WAS A PLATE OF TURKEY THERE WHY DID YOU GO FOR SPOILED OMELETTE  

mango_fandango

mango_fandango

Little House in the Big Woods Recap: The Long Rifle

The Long Rifle Laura and Mary are schooled in the art of bullet making. Every night, Pa makes some bullets for the next day. I want to know why he doesn't plan ahead. The food will last. The woods are plentiful. This isn't like living in Huslia or Kobuk or Shungnak, where it's all hands on deck when a caribu herd comes around. He's got lots of food stored up. He can spend a day a month making bullets, which would likely save some resources.  Also, let's talk about the fact that bullet making involves melting bits of lead, pouring it from a spoon into a mold, and telling his daughters to stop touching the still hot bullets. Lead. I hear lead is delicious, maybe that's why they keep touching them and then sucking on their fingers.  After the bullets, Pa cleans his gun.  The illustration of Pa, Mary and Laura looks more like Mr Olsen (best character in the show), Nelly, and a brown haired toddler.  But I digress. Oh, nope... I just noticed he is NOT following basic gun safety in this illustration, but I'm not going to share it because I'm not sure sharing every single illustration falls under fair use. Sorry. He's holding like a cane, with his hand over the top. Never point the gun at anything you don't want to shoot! This must mean he wants to shoot himself through his hand and into his chin.  Pa also keeps the gun loaded at all times. In my world, guns are always unloaded and locked in a safe, not hung on a hook across a door. The ammo is kept in a different safe. My coworker, however, just keeps hers in her purse. I dislike that immensely. She has kids. I don't.  Also, what a pain in the ass. Pa has to stop after firing and reload by measuring gun powder, putting in a "patch" and then a bullet and a fresh cap. I just make sure the shell ejected and then slap a new one in. Technology! I also don't shoot animals. I shoot clay things with a shotgun and the target at the biathlon range with my biathlon rifle.   Pa is a very good shot, and he always kills bears and panthers in one shot. I don't have panthers, but I always carry bear spray for bears because it's safer and more effective. I also don't think I would hit a bear that was charging me. I saw The Revenant.  After the bullet making, Pa tells the girls a story.  The Story of Pa and the Voice in the Woods Pa was once young and his job was to track down the cows. One time, he got distracted by all the other creatures who lived in the woods and pretended he was an "Indian" until the birds started doing bird things. He called for the cows and they didn't come. (I can't imagine cows coming when they are called, but also now I want to go pet a cow. I used to have a great aunt in Northern Michigan (not the UP) who owned a dairy farm (not a factory type place) and I was SO shocked when I learned that dairy cows aren't black and white like on the package of milk (in the 90s). I was so shocked and upset that I didn't want to pet the depressing brown cows. I am sad now, because all cows have such big dumb eyes and soft fur.  Look at this guy.  Or these guys.  Other cows also deserve love.  I don't know how I can reconcile my love of cows with my love of carne asada, skirt steak, beef bourguignon, bolognase sauce, sunday gravy, steak, and beef wellington. UGH the struggle is real. I want to be ethical and a good person, but there is nothing like tenderloin wrapped in mushrooms and puff pastry. Or a corn tortilla with grilled carne asada, cilantro, chopped onions, and hot sauce. I also really like pigs and would like to stop eating them, but then there is pasta e fagioli.  I should blog more on Feed Jinger.  Oh, right. Pa is out in the woods being racist against Native Americans but it was well before the civil rights movement and I'm not entirely certain Wisconsin was even a state yet, and he lost his family's herd of cows. It's after dark, and he's in the woods. He's running around calling for the cows, and I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit amused by a small child running around aimlessly yelling "here cows."  He thinks he hears a panther, but it's only his own breathing. He yells "Sukey! Sukey!" and then a VOICE from the woods starts yelling "Who?" back at him! He runs and runs.  Anyway, spoiler alert, it's an owl.  All of the cows had already come home on their own (or Grandpa had brought them home, It's unclear), and Pa had torn off his toe nail.  Pa gets a thrashing at 9. His dad also makes fun of him a bit for being scared by an owl, which tells me he had his eye on the kid the whole time.  __ I liked the glimpse of Pa's early childhood. The story had lots of adventure and excitement. I am less interested in bullet making and gun cleaning. However, I do like that these books are giving a very interesting and not - textbook approach to learning about day-to-day life in a bygone era. 

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

 

Hello!

I am a new member here.  My name is not really Fran, this is my non de plume here.  I'm a Christian who's appalled at the abuse I see in conservative Christianity and I don't always feel safe to talk about my concerns with others.  I don't believe Jesus would treat women the same way that certain Christian leaders have.  

I think the Baptist church I grew up in may have been influenced by Bill Gothard.  I remember hearing the saying, Jesus First, Others Second, and Yourself Last spells J-O-Y.  I also remember hearing a class about rock music, especially about the backward masking and how if you listened to songs with a particular drumbeat, it would cause your heart to beat irregularly.  

I went to college in the '80's and got involved with an offshoot of the Church of Christ known as the Crossroads Movement.  They eventually morphed into the International Churches of Christ.  I learned some good things there, such as methods of Bible study; but there was a lot of pressure put on members to "perform", and I left there after graduation feeling like I could never measure up.  I deliberately moved to another city that had a church which was trying to get away from the bad things of that movement . . . and eventually, that church splintered into independent house churches which turned out to be just as bad as the group we were trying to leave.  We went from "you must believe this" to "whatever you want to believe is fine, as long as you believe in God and in Jesus".  

My husband and I are in a Church of Christ now that is considered "progressive"; e.g. we have a service with instrumental music on Sundays and we don't believe that we are the only Christians.  We've been part of this group for many years, and even with that, I wonder if I've really fully come to grips with the unhealthy teaching I learned.   I hope this will be a safe place to explore.
 

fransalley

fransalley

Little House in the Big Woods: The Story of Grandpa and the Panther

The Story of Grandpa and the Panther  This is Grandpa Ingalls.   Pa tells a story in which Grandpa is hunted by a panther on his way home from town. Grandpa shoots the panther.  That's it.  Which lead me to some questions about taxonomy. It's likely that Grandpa saw a cougar, which are common enough in North America. They are not normally black, though.  There is no follow up as to what happened to the body. If I shot a jaguar that had been stalking me, I would get it stuffed and then have a large black cat to pet. I imagine it was beautiful, plus it was over a 100 years ago so that cat was probably huge!  Oh, and Laura asks "How does a panther scream" and Pa replied "like a woman." I have no words for that. 

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

Edens Year 16: The One in Which A Lot Happens (Like, a Lot)

Welcome back to 66 Goodbook Avenue! This one's a doozy. So much happened! Let's start off slow. In March, Romano Tobias Johnson turned 4 years old! Elsie threw a birthday party over at her house with some of her favorite Edens. She made tator tot casserole, naturally, and made sure not to defraud her cousins by offering any alcoholic drinks or f*n of any kind.  Still, there was birthday cake, and after blowing out the candles... Romano aged into a handsome little school-aged boy! Speaking of, Elsie decided to enroll Romano into a private Christian school! She's doing alright financially now, and thinks maybe socialization with other kids (Christian of course) may not be a bad thing for little Romano. Plus, she can always withdraw him if Satan begins to build a fortress in his heart.  Look at his enriched life! You go Elsie and Romano! Back with the Edens, Leviticus (now age 12) decides to host another youth group meeting. But Maya (left, age 15) and Billie (right, age 14) are growing up too! (And still wearing those damn pants! Haven't they listened to a word he said?) Levi is so nervous around the pretty girls that he ignores them entirely. Exodus (age 13) wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. Then Maya up and grills burgers, which completely emasculates him.  "So, er, do you like...Jesus?" BECOOLBECOOLBECOOL Billie, by the way, isn't having any of it and keeps shooting Maya looks saying she can't believe they're still entertaining these fools. They leave, unsaved. Another year, another birthday cake for Genesis to make. This time it's for Kings (#10).  He transitions from a clingy toddler into a rather gloomy (though also rather well-dressed) kid. And of course, the young Edens make so many sweet and precious memories doing jinder-approved activities in the backyard. #family And against all odds, Maya found Exodus' awkwardness endearing and they become friends cellular prayer partners. But wait, there's more!  Heavily pregnant Eva feels the Lord laid it on her heart to write her latest tear-jerking memoir, "In the Valley - My Journey with Infertility." She hopes her struggle and testimony to conceive #13 can be a real blessing to those couples praying to be parents. What a heart for the barren Eva has! (Also notice #12, Ezra, no longer a baby but a toddler. No one knows a thing about him.) The 4 hampers and 2 washing machines are completely overrun at this point and laundry piles up around the house. Even the boys are conscripted into laundry duty. It's a bleak day for the Edens.  Also, in a truly harrowing moment of kids homeschooling themselves, the science table burst into flames! This makes fire #4 for the Edens, but the first in a very long time. Everyone runs around like mad, and it is 14-year-old Genesis who saves the day! Adam, the patriarch, was stunningly useless. This girl is truly amazing.  During all the chaos, Leviticus turns 13! Genesis was upgraded to sister-mom at 11, Exodus had to start repairing things and minding littles at 12, but #3 Leviticus got to wait until actual age 13 to be "upgraded". He was still pretty bummed though. Cheer up, Levi! Think about all the souls you will pester/deeply vex/enrage win! And finally, in December of 2025, Eva went into labor with long-awaited #13...  AND 14?!?!?!?!  Surprise TWINS!!! Welcome to world, Nehemiah and Esther! We can't wait to see what the Lord has in store for you! Clearly Eva is blessed beyond measure with her double-womb opening! After all, God wouldn't give her more than she could handle.  Right??? Until next time, Edens out!

neurogirl

neurogirl

Little House in the Big Woods: Winter Days and Winter Nights

Winter Days and Winter Nights It's winter now, and Pa is trapping animals. I can't imagine how much work he must be forcing on poor Ma. They are trapping small animals, big animals, and medium animals. I also despise trapping, more so than any other type of hunting. And now, in 2019, selfish trappers who can't be bothered to follow regulations occasionally trap someone's pet. Anyway, so back in 1873, Pa goes to check his traps and comes back with a bear and a pig. Pa "didn't know" where the pig came from, so he took the meat home. (The bear attacked the pig, this is the rest of the pig.) My guess is that he knows exactly which homestead it came from and decided to just take it. The meat is frozen, because it's winter. It snows a lot.  In the mornings, the frosted over windows have beautiful pictures of trees and flowers and fairies.  I might be reading this incorrectly, but is Ma drawing pictures for the girls? That's so nice of her. I never cared much for Caroline on Little House on The Prairie (the TV show), but this just seems like such a sweet thing to do.  Of course, I could be wrong. It could be natural phenomenon. We have one window that isn't double pained, and during the last cold snap (we had a high of -2C last Friday, I don't know what in US terms, I only know that because my non-American friend posted it on Facebook) I noticed it was iced over. I pulled the blinds down and hoped that the moisture would evaporate before it caused any real issues.  Laura and Mary have to help with chores. Boo. They wipe dishes every day, and air their own bed. The illustration of the little trundle bed is so cute and reminds me of Kirsten from the original and best American Girls. I should read those again. Or maybe I should read something intended for 36 year old women. Oh, wait, things that are marketed to my demographic seem to be "romance" "drama/romance" or the occasional comedy about shopping and being a Lady Boss. I wonder if there is a market for strong female characters in fantasy or historical fiction but not super historical because I'd rather not read about seducing Mr Darcy again thanks. (Never mind I love Bridget Jones).  There is an adorable poem about chores! I should use it!  I'd get to take Tuesday, Wednesday AND Thursday off! My poem would be more like this:  At no point do I ever do any dusting, churning, or ironing. If I am having people over, then I dust.  Laura loves churning.  Side note: My mom loved LHOTP, much more than I ever did. I loved Kirsten from AG because she went on adventures, not because I have a love of self-sufficiency and old-timey projects. I also usually went to camp for most of every summer. One year she sent me to a weird Girl Scout Camp. It was only 2 weeks and it was pitched as some sort of "Pioneer Girl" experience. I didn't really want to go, I liked the regular camp much more, and I wouldn't know anyone, and I'd never even heard of corncob doll making. I was most excited about the part where I was promised to "learn how to make your own butter" and I had pictured myself using one of those old fashioned wooden churning devices. Turns out we just put the ingredients in an old cool whip container and took turns shaking it.  I am very excited to learn that they colored their butter with a carrot! I am equally pleased that Ma scalded the long wooden churn dash before putting it into the cream. I've been wondering how clean those things really were. Wood traps bacteria. We have a very nice wooden cutting board, but we always use a plastic cutting board over the top because it's more sanitary, and glass destroys knives. Just a little kitchen tip from Maggie.  After the butter is removed, she washes and salts it, and then molds the butter! When I made butter at camp, it was just served out of the recycled cool whip container. No one liked it, probably because it wasn't salted.  Never send your kids to discount girl scout pioneer camp. They also had us "do real live pioneer chores" like "feed the horses twice a day." I seriously think they had our parents pay to use us as labor. We measured out oats and fed the horses, and we groomed the horses, and cleaned all of the riding gear, and didn't do normal camp things like "ride the horses" or "canoe" or "swim in the lake." (Well, we got to swim once or twice. But I'd think for a two week session we'd get to swim daily or at least every other day.)  Ma gives Mary and Laura a drink of buttermilk on butter making day. (Eww) And wow, that seems like a lot of butter if they are doing this every week.  On Saturdays they make bread. If I were a stay-at-home mom, I'd make bread more often, it's fun and bread goes stale quickly. Granted, I don't really eat bread which is why whenever I buy it it goes stale or moldy. Maybe I'd just make us go live in one of the two neighborhoods that have bakeries and then buy bread daily. I'd like to live like a French person, starting my day with a fresh croissant, eating herbed salads for lunch and coc au vin for dinner, with wine, and still stay within an appropriate weight range for my frame. Seriously, do they put something in the water? I've been watching my diet for 10 years and I am no where near french sized.  Ma sounds awesome or very bored. (Or both, they are not mutually exclusive.) After she does all of the work for the day, she does more work, and cuts paper dolls for her kids. Yet they seem to think the best part of every day is when Pa comes home. The girls run to him, and sit on his lap while he warms up, then he goes back out to do chores in the barn and bring in firewood. If the traps were empty and he comes home early because he found game early in the day, he would play with his children.  Ma yells at Pa because the girls are scared. He plays fiddle and sings. (Can you play and sing at the same time?)  Everything seems so cozy, a family with a dog and a cat living alone in the woods next to a lake. This is the setting for the next chapter, which is called "The Story of Grandpa and the Panther."  It's story time! 

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

 

Smiths Part Twelve: First Pregnancy for Emily!

So the Smith family officially has more posts than the Bancrofts. As explained in a previous post, I will no longer be updating on the Bancrofts. As often happens with my posts, the title explains all. When a young Sim couple love each other very, very much...  It's their FIRST Woo-Hoo!  Emily may have rejected her upbringing in many ways but she still waited until marriage for sex. Going to do the pregnancy test... Yippee! She's going to be a mom! Telling the dad-to-be. He may look a little unsure, but one of Daniel's traits is Family-Oriented, so he is happy really. Hopping over to the Pearsons. Eliza decides to get cracking with #3. Benjamin, her second, is now a toddler, but I haven't got a photo. Success!! Emily plays chess, her daily task for work. Emily actually has a couple of days off work. She's feeling a bit lonely one day, so she invites Eliza over. She then went to prep some grilled cheese sandwiches. I heard the knock at the door, scrolled the camera to check Eliza was there... she'd already let herself in and was puking in the toilet. Oh dear. Aww, these two!  "You're gonna be an auntie!" "Yeah, I can tell, your belly is already big!" With seasons, you can occasionally get days of "mysterious weather", where the weather can change to literally anything. Oasis Springs is a desert-type environment, so they don't get snow in winter. Well, unless it's a day of mysterious weather! In addition, this is Autumn, so doubly unusual! Side note: I'd been having a couple of graphics issues with my game. Nothing major, but enough to be slightly annoying. So I messed around with the graphics settings a bit. The trees aren't actually pink, that's just a side effect of the change in graphics. I also had edge smoothing on and now don't, but that's not as noticeable. Also, Edward is now an Elder! In Sims 4, female Sims don't age whilst pregnant, which is a bit odd. As a result of this, Emily has 8/9 days left of Young Adulthood, whilst Eliza has about 17 days left. And they were twins. Strange. Evelyn's cold weather gear is quite funky. Emily dancing. Nicole came over, so naturally Emily had to share the good news. And by that I mean baby news, not Jesus. Nicole knows about Jesus. Emily off to work. You get the option of family leave in Sims 4, but you don't have to take it. Daniel came home feeling a bit sad because he was missing family. Aww. Don't worry, you're going to be a daddy soon! Emily came home feeling a bit ill, so she took some medicine. This family believe in proper medicine and not just quackery and essential oils. Emily is in her final trimester now. I kinda hope she has a girl, who I can put in pants, and who Emily can teach that she can be anything she wants to be. I never did a proper It's Been A Year post for the Smiths, so I decided to go down memory lane and get some photos of Emily during her life so far! Nicole during her first pregnancy. I forget she used to wear that yellow outfit... Just given birth! Emily of course in the blue crib. D'awwww.... She always loved Eliza  She played the part of dutiful daughter well. The love of science and knowledge began early. She worked hard at school. Her own place! And PANTS!! Pre-marital kissing!! The wedding And now impending motherhood!

mango_fandango

mango_fandango

Edens Year 15: Cracks in the Foundation?

Welcome back to 66 Goodbook Avenue! It's been the longest time away because I moved apartments and got two new headships (husband and PUPPERS, a 10 lb white fluff named Princess Peach). Anyways, let's recap: Eva Johnson married Adam Eden when they were both 19 (in Jan of 2010). They immediately moved into a 3-bed, 2-bath home in the suburbs and started procreating for the Lord. Due to various types of expansions they now have 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and 11 children: Genesis (g) 10/10 Honeymoon Baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Exodus (b) 9/11 Leviticus (b) 11/12 Numbers (g) 2/14 Deuteronomy (g) 5/15 Joshua (b) 6/16 Judges (b) 10/17 Ruth (g) 1/19 Samuel (b) 3/20 Kings (b) 6/21 Chronicles (g) 10/31/22 plus their newest precious blessing on the way in 2024! That's a grand total of 11, and Eva delivered every one of them. *smile* (For the record, that's an average of 14 months between babies - not quite Courtney Rogers fast, but definitely Michelle Duggar fast) 2024 started off happily, as #12 Ezra was born in Feb! Welcome to the world, Ezra! We can't wait to see what the Lord has in store for you! Not that Eva or Adam would be around to actually see what the Lord has in store. While Genesis and Exodus held down the fort, Eva and Adam got right to trying for lucky #13. And trying... And trying... But God was just not blessing them as quickly this time.  In the meantime, Samuel (#9) turned 4 years-old! A big birthday for little Edens, marking the transition from toddler to child, and moving out of the nursery into the girls or boys dorm. Sadly, as Sam is kid #9, no one remembered to take a big-kid picture of him   There were now too many kids to keep everyone eating and sleeping on the same schedule. The kids stayed up all hours unsupervised, made messes, and talked back. Ooh! In the above picture I believe that's Samuel in orange being disciplined. Maybe. Also notice the unkempt garden. Ain't nobody got time for weeding anymore. Though the kids (and plants) were staying up past midnight, throwing fits, and/or being forgotten, Eva did find time to finish and publish her latest work, "Queen of her Castle- How to train up daughters with servant hearts so that Mama can rest". Good for her! The training is really working on Deuteronomy. Notice how she cleans up dinner as the menfolk talk without her. How Jesus loves you, Deuteronomy!  Meanwhile, across town, Eva's sister Elsie (who lived with the family to help raise the kids until she married a lunatic in 2018 and divorced in 2021 with sole custody of their son Romano and now works as a caterer, wears pants sometimes, and uses the internet) invites the kids over in small groups to fill her empty house. Independent, loner Numbers (#4) is so delighted to be asked over that she even takes Elsie's trash out.  Finally, near the end of the year, Eva receives good news. After the largest gap ever, Blessing #13 is on its way! Praise be!  But is she slowing down for good? Will Adam and Eva even manage to reach 19 kids? Maybe even that elusive 20th missed by both the Duggars and Bateseseses? Will the kids continue to descend into ragamuffin-ness? How many beds can they fit into the boys and girls dorms? What are the young and middle kids even up to? And whatever happened to Leviticus' preaching 'career'? We'll just have to stay tuned.  For now, Edens out!

neurogirl

neurogirl

Little House in the Big Woods: Little House in the Big Woods

Little House in the Big Woods This chapter starts off with "Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of logs." 1959 was VERY different! In this chapter, we are introduced to the little girl, named Laura. She is just described as "little." She's got a Ma and Pa, and two sisters. Mary is older and Carrie is younger. I apologize for my lack of LHOTP knowledge, I never read all of them, and I watched a bit of the show. I do remember going to a program at our library (it was Very Crowded) and hearing someone tell us all about how the show was terrible and nonfactual and blah blah blah. Well, the show was a fictional retelling of the books, which were also marketed as fiction, and the main purpose of television is to sell ads and be entertaining (so they can sell ads). I knew that at 10, so why that guy was so angry was kind of weird.  We learn that there are wolves in the woods, but Pa has a gun he keeps hanging over the door. The front yard has Oak Trees. There are no neighbors. Pa shoots a deer. Then he slaughters a pig. They all smoke some venison with hickory chips. Winter is coming.  After much discussion of the deer meat and the smoking process (which is interesting, you should read it. It seems like we use the same techniques to this day, only instead of using child labor to find hickory chips (?) on the ground, I buy them at True Value.)  Pa finds a bear eating a pig, doesn't get the bear, only the pig. Laura likes bear meat. (I'm not a fan. Maybe Wisconsin bears "sixty years ago" (I can't find a copyright, but I am going to go out on a limb and say that this is not describing 1959, or even 1958) are tastier than 2016 Alaska Bear, but I'll take deer meat or moose meat or wild boar over bear any day. Moose is so very lean and versatile.  Pa goes away one day and comes back with a wagon full of fish, which Ma has to process. Ma, I feel ya. Last summer we were gifted with a LOT of salmon, and spent a Saturday cleaning then in our driveway. I gave a head to my cat, which he ate and then threw up, because he's a little piggy pig who's favorite food is salmon. He hates turkey and most wild birds, though he'll eat the ones he catches himself I'm not fast enough to stop him and toss him back inside. He's old now, and will likely be an indoor cat for the rest of his life.  They process some vegetables from the garden and a pig. Laura doesn't want to hear the pig die, though she has no issues with playing with the bladder later.  They have an Uncle Henry! I had forgotten that they had extended family. It seems like life is OK in Pepin. Oh, yeah, they mention Lake Pepin. I guess Pa went dipnetting and that's where they got the white fish that they salted and stored in barrels.  Once it got cold, Laura and Mary had to stay inside to play. They also had to help with processing the pig, which sounded like a lot of work. They play with squashes and pumpkins (pumpkins are squash!) and their house is full of food. Mary has a rag doll but Laura only has a corncob doll.  At night, Pa plays his fiddle, which is the "best time of all."  It's been a really long time (if ever) since I've read these books. I vaguely remember picking up an occasional one as a kid. I know I had Farmer Boy, and I remember reading about Pa shaving Mary's head after she came down with a fever, but this one is kind of an unknown. I also didn't remember Farmer Boy being second in the series. I know that if I did read them as a child, they were read out of order.  So far, I like it. It's a lot more "childish" than I expected, based on the size of the book. I'm wondering/hoping that the third person limited narration will grow with Laura. It's weird reading about them making headcheese (gross) but also interesting? I am also interested in reading more about these "Big Woods."  I don't plan on being too snarky, just reading the books, recapping/reviewing as I go, and sort of sharing bits from my life. I found her focus on food interesting - I imagine that later in the long winter the family will begin to starve. It's a common thing in Kid's lit. It was clear to me, as well, that JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone while she was going through some stuff, as she focused quite heavily on food descriptions at Hogwarts. Which worked out well, as Harry was also being starved.  

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

Little House in the Big Woods Recap: Table of Contents

These are the links to each individual blog post for my read of: Little House in the Big Woods
By Laura Ingalls Wilder    Little House in the Big Woods Winter Days and Winter Nights & The Story of Grandpa & the Panther The Long Rifle Christmas Sundays Two Big Bears The Sugar Snow Dance at Grandpa's Going to Town Summertime Harvest The Wonderful Machine The Deer in the Wood

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Maggie Mae

 

Harvest Moon or Corpse Party?

Hi guys! This is my first blog post and I hope some of you will find this content intriguing. Apologies in advance for poor grammar - hopefully I get better with time. The two games I'm considering playing are vastly different from one another. Harvest Moon (recently renamed Story of Seasons) is a series of life and farm simulation games with the main objective of each game being to rebuild a farm and/or town and to befriend the townspeople. Corpse Party is a horror adventure RPG - decidedly different from Harvest Moon. More about their plots and origins below: Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town: Originally released in 2003, Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town (henceforth referred to as MFoMT) is the third Story of Seasons game that focuses on the female perspective.  The player is sitting alone in her apartment, thinking about how tired she is of her life in the city. She wants something new, and as she's looking in the newspaper, she sees an advertisement in the newspaper about a farm for sale. She decides to purchase the farm, and goes there to see it. Upon arriving, she meets with the mayor, Thomas, who is surprised to see that somebody has replied to the advertisement. Although the farm needs a lot of work, Thomas says that the people of Mineral Town are desperate for a person to revive the farm. The player decides to live on the farm, and the game then begins. source: fandom.wikia Corpse Party: Originally released in 1996, the plot of Corpse Party concerns a group of Japanese high school students who, after celebrating their school's culture festival, are telling ghost stories when a sudden earthquake transports them to a dilapidated schoolhouse in an alternative dimension that is haunted by the ghosts of people who have been trapped there. The main playable character is Satoshi Mochida, a kindhearted high school student who is teased by his classmates for his cowardly nature. Three of the other characters are students from Satoshi's class: Naomi Nakashima, Satoshi's childhood friend; Yoshiki Kishinuma, an intimidating yet good-natured student; and Ayumi Shinozaki, the class representative. Rounding out the group is Yuka Mochida, Satoshi's younger sister.  The game's story is split into five chapters, each focusing on different characters and featuring multiple endings that are achieved based on the player's in-game decisions: a "True Ending" required for the game's progression; and several "Wrong Endings" that are unlocked when the player performs events irrelevant to the main storyline. Characters also possess hit points (HP), which measure how much damage they can take before dying, in some instances leading to a wrong ending. As players progress through the game, they will unlock ten optional "Extra Chapters", vignettes that focus on the game's side characters and expand the storyline. source: wikipedia.org If I post about Corpse Party, I will include a NSFW warning, trigger warnings, and keep everything under spoilers, as it's quite... disturbing.   Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to nor do I intend to advertise Story of Seasons, Harvest Moon, Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town, Corpse Party, Nintendo, or Natsume.  
 

It's Been (Just Over) A Year: The Taylors

The Taylors have also had an eventful time on this blog.  So, we were introduced to Joey and Melissa. Melissa got pregnant quickly. Joey is a gardener. You'll notice that Joey gardens in his stripy pyjamas quite a lot. Andrew was blessing #1. Melissa is a wannabe musician (mastering piano/guitar/bass/drums, not a job). The basement serves as the music room. Melissa conceived again quickly, and had twins Bethany and Christopher. Compared to *some* fundie dads *cough cough*, Joey was quite an involved dad. A rare photo of Joey tending to his garden while fully dressed!! A zombie appeared on my lot... and promptly died. The kids taught themselves how to walk and talk. Melissa soon conceived TRIPLETS, Diana, Elijah and Francesca. For a brief period, there were FIVE TODDLERS in the house. I don't have a homeschool mod, so the kids had to go to ebil public school. Melissa kept up with her musical skills whilst also raising six arrows for the Lord. Everyone was involved in keeping the house clean - even the boys! Andrew was also musically-minded. The triplets soon became children, and life got a lot easier. Joey mastered Gardening! When the twins became teens, they were able to practice music together as a family in the basement. They even got pets! And a pool! Melissa opened a daycare. Andrew moved out, and met a VERY pretty young lady... They quickly began a courtship... ... and got married!!! Melissa showed up... pregnant. Again. Blessing #7, Gabriel, arrived. Natalie then gave birth to the first member of the next generation, Matilda. Not to be outdone, Melissa... you know the rest. Natalie also made progress with the next blessings. Yep, she too had twins! Morgan and Molly. Final count: eight children, three grandchildren. I probably won't have Melissa conceive again now that the grands are appearing. There'll be plenty of grandkids.    

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It's Been (Almost) A Year: The Bancrofts

I began this Sims blog on January 2nd 2018. A lot has happened since then! Births, courtships, weddings, jobs, college...  Since updating my graphics drivers a while ago, Sims 2 is no longer supported by it. When I'd gone into Sims 2, the background had been flickering and dodgy, so I'm afraid that'll be the end of the Bancroft Saga.  So, what happened to the Bancrofts whilst they were still playable? We started off with Martin and Karen.  Karen quickly gave birth to her first blessings, Madison and Michael. Not long after, she had blessing #3, Max. Madison and Michael got into private school. After a couple of mishaps (see link), Karen eventually had baby #4, Mason, and then her second set of twins, Matthew and Martha.  The eldest three went on what some might call a vacation to Twiikii Island with Martin. Karen mastered Cooking. Madison and Michael went to college. Madison was originally in a dorm with someone who would later become *very* important to the family, Mary Cole. Karen got pregnant, again. That's a definite baby, Karen, not just a possibility. Surely you know what WooHoo means by now? Another one went off to college. Babies #7 and #8 arrived, Mark and Morgan. Karen wrote a book, "How to Keep Sweet".  Baby #9 and girl #3, Mackenzie, arrived. And was promptly left on the floor. Standard. Baby #10, Malachi, was adopted. The eldest six all moved into a house together. Michael got engaged to Mary Cole. Madison and Michael graduated, and Michael quickly got married. Not to be outdone, Madison also got married. The next generation arrived quickly. This is Ashlyn Walker. Kaleb Bancroft. Brynlee Walker. Kaleb was quickly joined by Katherine and Kyle. Max married Lily Matthews. Martin was briefly a PlantSim. Max and Lily adopted their first child, Jennifer, whilst Lily was also pregnant with the first biological child. Madison had babies #3 and #4, Carson and Daxton. We had a bathroom baby! Lily having baby Ryan. Mary made it ten grandkids with her fourth, Kaylee. Max and Lily adopted another son, Christopher. Madison was also pregnant with #5. 

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Flowers in the Attic: "Endings, Beginnings" and "Epilogue"

Endings, Beginnings In the last chapter, we were left with a cliff hanger. Cathy was braced for the "knockout blow" of bad news that Chris alluded to, but didn't share. He was too busy describing the sex that John the Butler and a woman named Livvy had on the sofa he hid behind. He also described the Grandfather's library, right down to the placement of the furniture.  Chris asks Cathy to guess the reason that "she" (I think he's referring to the grandmother) gave for not having the children's room cleaned. Cathy shakes her head instead of speaking. She also mentions that it had been so long since the servants stopped coming, she had forgotten those first horrible weeks.  Chris says:  He then explains it out to her- Arsenic is white. And even more, he points out that you can mix it with powdered sugar, and put it on donuts.  Cathy is still skeptical. She wonders, much like @HerNameIsBuffy, why the Grandmother didn't just poison them outright.  Meanwhile, Chris is "cupping" Cathy's head between his palms.  He then tells her the plot to "Arsenic and Old Lace," but doesn't say the name of the film. I've seen the play once or twice, I find it quite funny. I should look for the film.  Our narrator is shocked. She asks if Cory died of arsenic poisoning. After all, Corrine said it was pneumonia. Chris than (kind of selfishly), hurts Cathy a little more, by pointing out that:  Momma can say whatever she wants, doesn't mean it's true Cory might not have even been taken to a hospital.  They decide to test the arsenic doughnut theory on the mouse.  *** The mouse dies a painful death.  They decide to put the mouse and two doughnuts into a bag for the police. Cathy suspects Chris is hiding something. He says he'll tell her later, he can't say anything more without vomiting.  ***  Cathy compares her life to a soap opera. While she is doing this, the Grandmother pops in for a final visit. She leaves them with some advice.  Chatty Cathy monologues to herself about happiness, being a woman grown, feeling older than the mountains outside, her happiness being a hill, I don't know.  "The wisdom of the attic was in my bones, etched on my brain, part of my flesh."  "Where was that fragile, golden-fair Dresden doll I used to be? Gone. Gone like porcelain turned into steel - made into someone who would always get what she wanted, no matter who or what stood in her way."  Cathy forces Carrie to eat, takes her to the bathroom, cleans and dresses her. They both dress in several layers of warm clothing. Cathy is wearing a fourteen-karat-gold watch from Switzerland. Chris has a watch. They have a guitar, a banjo, a polaroid, and watercolors, and the wedding rings. Cathy takes this moment to realize that the Grandmother could open the door and watch them without them noticing (good, god, children, be more observant), and could she know? Would she be preventing their escape?   Considering this is the last chapter, I'm going to go ahead and call it. No. The Grandmother is not going to prevent their escape. I think she only appeared here as part of the good-bye tour.  Our hero runs upstairs to say good-bye to the attic, and write on the chalkboard. How did they not run out of chalk in four years?  *** They leave with two suitcases, the guitar and banjo, Carrie, a dead mouse, and two doughnuts. They split the money between the two suitcases. It's not yet snowing. Cathy smells the clean air and feels the ground below her feet. She puts Carrie down and Chris yells at them to hurry up. Carrie (sniff) asks if they will meet Cory.  Cathy lies. She tells Carrie that Cory is waiting for them, with Daddy in a garden. Carrie worries about Cory not liking the garden if she's not there.  This kind of goes on, Cathy is sad, but lies to Carrie to get her to walk faster. Chris keeps telling them to hurry, I guess because VC needed to create a sense of urgency. If they miss the morning train, they have to wait until 4, and will likely be caught by the Grandmother.  I want to know what ole concrete boobs does and says when she goes up and finds them gone. Does she have a little smile? Is she angry? Does she grab her henchman and tear off in a Rolls Royce to track them down?  They arrive at the train station.  The ginger mail man greets them and says that Carrie looks "peaked" which I guess means tired or sick? They say she's been sick. Chris buys tickets. They get on the train, and Cathy watches the mansion. She sees a "shadowy, distant form of a large old woman" who appears and vanishes. Didn't it take hours to walk to the mansion? How can you see the shape of a person inside if they are hours away? They slide down in their seat anyway, just in case. Cathy then wonders why she's up there so early. *** They make it to Charlottesville, where they buy bus tickets to Sarasota. They have two hours to wait.  Worried about the Butler, they stash their stuff in a locker and wander around.  Chris decides to tell the rest of the story while holding up the dead mouse sack. He "overheard the servants talking." Was this part of the same night? Was it John and Livvy again? Or did he go spy on other servants? We will never know.  Whatever, on the night that shall be called "deus ex machina" when all of the servants gossiped within hearing distance of Christopher Jr, he overheard them discussing a codicil that was added to the grandfather's will.  It doesn't work like that. Corrine, you married a lawyer. Bart, you married a conflict of interest. Everyone stop it.  Chris doesn't think that concrete boobs is evil, because she prays before bed. Chris, I would like to introduce you to Free Jinger. He also thinks that Grandmother telling them not to eat the sweets is a clue that she wasn't trying to kill them. Christopher is an idiot and should not be a doctor.  He finally apologizes to Cathy for not wanting to leave and believing in Corrine. He then tasks her with the responsibility to choose what to do with the dead mouse and arsenic donuts, because he's still a manipulative asshole.  Cathy/VC Andrews moralizes at us a bit.  Ah, yes, sharing space with a drug addict and a prostitute!  After a page of hemming and hawing, Cathy makes a decision to throw the "evidence" away.  And that's it.  ______________ Epilogue The epilogue is four paragraphs. Five sentences, total.  She considers the previous story to be "their foundation years" of which they base the rest of their lives. They continue to move toward their goals. Carrie has a hard time without Cory. They survive, but that's another story.  _______________   My thoughts. (Pretty randomly thrown at the page)  I started this book over a year and a half ago. Rereading as an adult, I'm struck by how much I must have missed or forgotten as a child. I remembered bits and pieces of it, but had managed to forget the weird religious aspect of it.  Much of this book was a slog, and that makes me wonder if the monotony of some of the middle chapters was done intentionally. If the "dolls" had to endure day after day after day of doing nothing, I suppose we can read about it, right? I wish there had been more "showing" and less "telling." I also wonder how much better this book could be with a third person POV, or even multiple narrators. 

Medical science is pretty clear that "sun" doesn't make children grow. Though I am concerned about their vitamin d levels & anemia.  Is VC Andrews obsessed with appearance, or was that a choice to show Cathy's character?  Now that Corrine has moved out of Foxworth Hall, would the kids have been allotted more freedom and fewer arsenic doughnuts? I imagine they had to remain hidden. Or would concrete boobs use them as leverage to get her money back? How much is property tax in Virginia and do they have a trust? How is Christopher going to be a doctor? He's terrible. He lacks curiosity and doesn't seem to care about people.  All of these kids will have life long psychological issues. I'm sure that will be handled in an appropriate fashion in the next book.  I'm half tempted to write VC Andrews fanfiction, where I take them, give them new names that start with different letters, modern attitudes and language, curiosity, and Cory lives, and the adults go to jail.  Anyway. I don't know what to do next. I started to read Petals On the Wind, and I thought "wow, this is so much more interesting!" But at 25% through, it's already turning from "this could be really interesting" to "ugh, Cathy is annoying" and a lot of way too fast timeline things. I also hate the narrator and don't find her very interesting. At least in Game of Thrones, I can hate Cersei, and know that she's being written that way, and she's interesting. Cathy is not a schemer. I don't care about her thoughts on emerald bathtubs.   

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

Flowers in the Attic: Escape

Escape I bet you can't guess what happens in this chapter from the title!  It's November 10. I am reminded of how the timeline issues could so easily be solved if the author would have just not had them keep track of days in the attic, or had she not tied them to specific calendar days.  Cathy and fam are visited in the attic by their mother, who was "ill at ease" with little time to spend in the attic. Bart is taking her out. She doesn't want to go. He doesn't know why Corrine looks so sad. Well, maybe you should be a better lawyer and do a background check on your wife before marrying her.  Chris goes out with two pillowcases to fill with jewels. (I know they are "filthy" rich, but come on. One pillow case of jewels should be plenty.) Pillows must have been smaller in the 50s. What kind of jewels do they have, just laying about, anyway?  Cathy is sad about Cory. She remembers how he called her Momma, how Cory was afraid Chris would consider him a "sissy" and how he missed his mom and had to make do with Cathy. It's sad, but I'm a bit stuck on the glossed over sexism of "oh, my 4-8 year old brother was so concerned about appearing masculine that he pretended to not miss his mother" I'm guessing these kids would all be considered Baby Boomers, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised at the sexist language and weird behavior quirks, but I'm still annoyed. There's nothing wrong with a little boy wanting his mom after his dad died trying to recreate Need For Speed.  Cathy vows to be the best mother alive to her unborn children. (As of this moment, there has been no inkling that she thinks she's pregnant, or will be soon.) Chris takes longer than expected to return, and she imagines all sorts of scenarios where he is caught. She doesn't actually share those with the reader, nope, she just "envisioned all the calamities," and mentions that either Bart or the Grandmother could catch him. The worst punishment would be "The Grandmother." But what Cathy is imagining as the worst punishment (after her brother died in captivity) is not shared with the reader, either.  Somehow she can hear a "cock crow" as dawn arrives, but apparently no one can hear children screaming for days? Is this part of the house soundproofed? Will there be a secret sex dungeon one floor down?  It's mentioned that the carpet is too plush for Cathy to hear Chris coming back. She goes to the attic and hears the rooster again, but this time it sounds muffled and far away. (Is this some sort of explanation? Because Carrie was screaming in the room, not in the attic.)  *** Cathy remembers the coldness of that morning when Chris comes back into the room. She's lying beside Carrie. There's no mention of her heading back downstairs after going upstairs for no reason. We get paragraphs of this, and then "oh, i imagined all the terrible things that could happen" and "there was no time to stop in look in the other rooms." V.C.s writing style is not my favorite.  Chris hesitates in the door, eyes glazed over. The pillowcases are empty. Cathy yells him, and accuses him of turning chivalrous again. Just leave without him, girl. You can do it. Take Carrie, and go.  Chris mopes and can't use his words.  Cathy thinks he's lying.  Ah, yes, language changes. And wow, so you are aware that he looks upset, and your still "GOD YOU ARE SUCH A LIAR SHITTY BROTHER" which I think is fair because Christopher Jr is quite terrible.  He's "limp and boneless" and drooping around. Then he cries. Your brother should not have his face on your breast. You should not think of it as "terrible" for a "man" to express his feelings. Nor should you really think of your brother as a man. He's still 17 and you've spent every waking moment with him for 4 years. You should be annoyed because he's not using his words like anyone over the age of 4. You should be irritated because he's always around lecturing you. Not because he's crying for some unknown reason. He's probably trying to manipulate you again.  Cathy holds him and "caresses" him, which leads to kissing, trying to soothe him. I'm going to go throw up in my garbage can at work, now. Sorry cleaning crew! I don't know you, but I appreciate you!  (Note: I did not actually vomit. Although this book does make me nauseated at times.) I am very, very cold. Like my office was set to 65 when I came in. No idea why.  Our heroine is going on and on about how her brother is crying. This we get descriptions of. Eventually he is ready to talk. Chris tries to warn her about what she's about to hear.  Narrator Cathy in the future jumps in to say that she was not prepared for what she heard.   Momma and Bart had left their suite of rooms! Shocking.  NOT THE GEEGAWS! Nooooooooo.  Chris tells how he ran around opening all the drawers looking for something of value. He says the only things left are junk or things of no value to anyone - lipstick, cold creams, stuff like that. Great, so now women's beauty products - a $445 Billion dollar industry - are "no value to anyone." Way to value women, asshole. (I understand that there is no resale value. It's the phrasing.)  He then goes on to talk about how there's a secret drawer that she told them about. (I don't remember it being in the book earlier.) He put in the combo and there was supposed to be rings and bracelets, and there was no jewelry.  I'm laughing at your pain in my coffee, Chris the Dick. Your anguish is nothing compared to the pain that your siblings are feeling due to arsenic poisoning. Cory died because you wouldn't listen. Drop him, Cathy, drop him.  Spoiler: She doesn't drop him.  Lots of descriptions of him looking through luggage and how he panicked and couldn't find anything to steal, some bitterness in his voice about Momma's grieving. And Cathy, this whole time, has fingers that "twined in his hair" which I'm going to have to actually use a dictionary for, or imagine it's some sort of soft hair twirling? Google tells me it's when you twist your hair and cut off the bits that don't conform.  He finally comes across another drawer. Inside the drawer is a silver framed photo of daddy, her marriage license, and a small velvet box containing her engagement and wedding rings. Chris is hurt that she left only that behind, and junk. He convinces himself that she left it deliberately for them to find. He's delusional.  Cathy also says "No, she has Bart now."  He continues on, saying that it will take an unbearable crisis to pawn the rings. Cathy notices the warning in his voice. He moves on to what he found in Grandmother's room. (A grandmother, I presume.)  He realizes she's awake from the light coming under the door. Even so, he eases open the door, and looks around. Cathy is still a child, and accuses him of seeing her naked. He's annoyed. He's glad he didn't see her naked, which, rude. Old people still do it. He did, however, catch her without her wig! OMG. Crucial plot point right here.   We are treated to a long description of The Grandmother's natural hair. It's blonde and balding. She wears reading glasses and prays before bed.  Chris continues exploring, going into the grandfather's room. He found his way through the house because he has a wonderful memory and Cathy asks too many questions. Why can't they just be normal kids who sneaked out of their room regularly? These kids make no sense. He's also going on about how beautiful the furniture is. I know when my little brother just died, and I'm looking for things to sell, I totally stop to admire the Jacobean wall hangings.  He describes the libraray, and I am jealous. It's got wooden ladders. I've always wanted a library with ladders. Grandfather had six phones on his desk. I guess that means he had six separate lines installed and I can only think of the giant mess of cables. Chris does not disappoint with the description of this room, though I do feel it's a bit of a strange time to focus so much on the placement of the furniture. You're not getting paid by the word, here, VC.  Really, this part is just best read, and it's too much to quote and really claim "fair use," so as best as I can - Chris rambles on and on about how he became suspicious, due to the contents of the desk. He decides to confront the Grandfather, imagining what would happen. He's clearly never met an elderly sick person, because he's got this idea that the Grandfather would recognize him, and not automatically assume that dementia would cause him to think that Christopher Sn is back from the dead.  Chris Jr even has a monologue planned. These kids love monologing.  The grandfather is not there. He's gone.  Chris tries to unlock the wall safe. He can't. Maybe Corrine should have gotten them a copy of Skyrim to occupy their times. I bet that would have helped them level up their lock picking skills. While he's trying to break into a safe using methods he read in an encyclopedia, he hears footsteps!  Chris hides. Fortunately, the footsteps belong to John the Butler, and a woman. Chris says he thought he might nap while they are on the sofa he's hiding behind, because that is a safe place to sleep and human biology will allow that to happen. Chris says he didn't fear that Cathy would look for him, because he locked her in. Then he says "it's a good thing I didn't sleep" and Cathy asks "why" and he gripes at her because he's a not very nice person. "Let me tell it in my own way" ... jerk. She just asked why. There are a hundred better ways to say that!  John and Livvy talk. John is upset because Livvy is so nervous it takes the fun out of "this" which I'm going to assume is something sexual involving a person in power and a woman who wants a job. She thinks she's heard something. He says it's the mice in the attic, and she starts giggling so something is happening with his hands that we can't see.    Livvy complains about how mean her employer is, provided that the "Old Woman" is her employer and hasn't tasked that with the person normally in charge of such matters - the butler. She also mentions how the ole concrete bosom would stare at the empty bed smiling, and now that he's dead, she's got his money.  John corrects Livvy.  Livvy says that the daughter deserves it, she had to put up with a lot. Malcolm treated her like a slave, but at least she's still young and beautiful, with loads of money. "Some people have all the luck."  John says "You got me, until the next pretty face comes along."  Chris is still behind the sofa when they start to "get busy." He describes this to his sister, in all sorts of graphic detail. Cathy is intrigued at the concept of twice in the same night. Chris wonders why she's not concerned about the poisoning or the fact that their grandfather's been dead for a while. Cathy grasps the concept of "oh, grandpa dead, we'll be free" and starts to run with it.  Chris says there is more. Of course there is. And there is toppling and cuddling mixed in. Along with some kissing. There was no reason this had to be a romance novel.  Cathy's emotions in this chapter are all over the place, as expected for a teenage girl. She's angry - at Chris, at her mom. She's sad. She's scared. She's paralyzed with fear. She's sad. In that respect, the writer did pretty well. I'm angry with Cathy. I'm annoyed with Chris's annoyingly slow system of telling what happened. I'm frustrated at being locked up and so close to getting out. However, I'm really tired of the long descriptions of things when it should be plot, and no descriptions or even any displays of curiosity.   I'm also torn at the question of Chris. For a brief moment, Cathy was blaming him for Cory's death, which was kind of nice. Part of me wants to argue that he is liable for Cory's death, in that as the oldest he was left "in charge." They had reason to fear for their lives - they'd been locked up for years. There was tarring, whippings, and no medical treatment when they all got the flu. They had the ability to leave with the key or through the roof. But he didn't want to leave so none of them did. However, he's a victim as well.  The more I think about it, the more I wonder what life was really like back in Gladstone. Some people have a tendency to remember only the good times.  Cathy and Chris show an extraordinary lack of curiosity.  Were they beaten into submission?  The next chapter is the last chapter. 

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

 

125 miles and counting

Time for another update. And I converted the kilometers in miles because it sounds so much better. I drove 125 miles so far.  Were do I start? Maybe with last week. We went to the hardware store to buy our baby tree for my Grandparents living room. Only a meter high, but they want it to be on their table so we are limited in size. Due to my Magic Seats I was able to fit that tree easily behind the drivers seat. Driving feels great. Still really weird but it is so much fun. I drove alone for two short drives already, but most of the time I have my Mum next to me. Here in Germany you can make your license with 17 but then you are required to have someone (they need approved) next to you all the time until you turn 18. I'm 27 so I don't have that requirement, but I still think that is a really good thing. I can always ask my Mum something if I need to. Or she can give some tips on parking ect...  This week I'm going to drive alone again, to pick my Mum up from a Christmas party and on Friday we will drive to IKEA for the first time. I'm so hyped! My parents hate IKEA and up until now I always had to ask them to go and I went there maybe once a year. Now I can go whenever I want. Also first time driving a longer distance on unknown roads. I could take the autobahn, but I don't want to. I love driving on normal roads. Much more relaxing. And I still can drive up to 60 miles per hour on certain sections if I want to.  I have planned since beginning my license to buy that big lion on my first visit. Going to use my gift card from the advent calendar (is that a thing in other countries?). You buy the calendar for 12,95€ and there are two gift cards in it who are worth at least 5€ each.  So that is the update so far. And yay for falling gas prices. I paid 1,56€ for the liter of gasoline when I got the car, it is down to 1,42€ currently. (I don't get that gallon thing, so I can't compare it. I paid around 50€/56$ for a full tank. 

Gobbles

Gobbles

Flowers in the Attic: "Color All Days Blue, But Save One for Black"

Color All Days Blue, But Save One for Black I realize that this chapter title is referring to something earlier, but I can't remember where, or why they are coloring days. I also think that things are about to get really dark.  Cathy and Chris seem to have forgotten their worries, and are now dreaming of moving to Sarasota and joining the Circus. What child didn't dream of joining the circus? I know I for sure wanted to be a trapeze artist, just like Cathy. Or do horse tricks like on "Wild Horses Can't be Broken" staring no one I've ever heard of. For some reason I thought Christian Slater was in that film. I wonder what I'm mixing it up with.  While Chris is being creepy and telling Cathy:  Cory and Carrie get upset and say "NO." They don't like those plans. They don't want to fall. Was Pollyanna out yet? That kept me from climbing out of second story windows for years.  Cathy feels old, looking at her siblings and making plans. It's October.  One night, Chris tells Cathy "tonight." I assume it's the night of their escape, and not the night they decide to storm King's Landing, or try a new position from the Joy of Sex.  Momma has taken off, not pausing in the doorway to look at her children. They put a pillowcase inside of a pillowcase, with plans to get all of the jewelry.  Of course, this is the night that Cory starts vomiting. He says his bones hurt. He's calling Cathy Momma. She wonders how he can throw up when there's nothing left. I too have wondered that after a night at [insert your schools party fraternity here]. (Sorry, bad taste, I know.) Chris goes to study medical journals while Cathy does all the real work of cleaning up Cory. Cory pleads "don't go and leave us behind" because obviously the incest twins didn't bother to explain to their sibs that they are coming too.  Carrie is barely three feet tall. She asks to sleep with Cory. Cory tosses and turns and asks for Carrie all night, despite their faces being very close to each other. Cathy cries.  Cathy thinks this is punishment for the sex. Except she doesn't say that, she says "for what we had done." and then talks about how the Grandmother had warned them up until the whipping. I don't get it. Was this written before she realized what their transgression would be? Did the Grandmother stop the lectures and warnings after the whippings?  Chris finally decides that it must be food poisoning. He suspects the milk. Cathy says she sniffs and tastes everything before giving it to the twins or Chris. She believes her tastebuds are keener than Chris's, and that he would eat rancid butter.  She says the milk was fine. Chris than says it must be the burger. Cathy says it tastes fine and it must have tasted OK to Chris as well and gets a little dig into how he ate his, and half of Carries, and all of Cory's. Well, duh, if Cory didn't eat the burger it's not the burger.  Chris than changes the subject to Cathy, and says she's not eating. Cathy does plies at the dresser, because of course she does. He whines that she needs to eat more. Someone needs to smack him, and I'm not a violent person. He is an annoying person, though. And now we are onto the ... (dun dun dun..) doughnuts. Cory loves the doughnuts and those are also all that Cathy wants to eat. Is arsenic addictive? My internet search is inconclusive.  I do know it takes quite a bit of arsenic to kill people, though, and it's in my well water. There's a legal limit and it's naturally occurring and everywhere.   Cathy continues to take care of Cory, changing his PJs, getting him to drink water. When the grandmother comes in, Cathy tries to get her attention.  When the grandmother admonishes her for speaking out of turn, Cathy blows up and says that Cory needs a doctor. Grandmother leaves instead of looking at her grandchildren.  Jerk.  Just as the older "Dollangangers" decide to unlock the door and go get Momma, she walks in. Momma and "the grandmother" hover over Cory, while Cathy wipes sweat from his brow. Cory can't breathe. Cathy is curious about how he can be sweaty and cold at the same time. I guess if they don't go to school, they don't get the flu.  Cathy yells at the physical adults.  In response, Corrine and her mother stare at Cathy. Corrine "siled" over to Cory, even though they are still standing over him. Seeing him makes Corrine's lips tremble, hands shake, and she's holding back tears.  Cathy yells some more, telling Corrine to act like his mother.  This just pisses off Corrine more, and Cathy gets slapped. Cathy slaps back. It's a slapfight!  Sorry.  Grandmother is watching in satisfaction. I'm sure that this is something I'll learn more about in whatever book 5 is called. If I ever get that far.  Chris goes to hold Cathy back, before more slapping happens. Golly Gee, just throw a punch all ready!  Cathy sees her father's face. (?)  There is more shouting. Where are the servants? What about guests? Neighbors? (I know, there are no neighbors.) But there should be a groundskeeper and a chef and some gardeners and a stableboy, maybe a pool boy, a house cleaner, a personal assistant or two, a nurse for the dying grandfather. (I know, he's already dead.)  After a monologue of yelling, where they all just stand and listen instead of yelling back or tackling her or just walking away, Grandmother quietly says that Cory must go to a hospital.  *** The next night, the evilest mothers in the world come back to smuggle Cory out and to the Hospital. Carrie and Cathy want to go. They aren't allowed.  Notable things: Momma has a glassy blank stare.  The three of them feed Mickey the Mouse, (oh, i just got that) and the mouse is sad. They wait. They try to sleep in the same bed. Cathy prays. She apologizes to God for sinning, and says there was no pleasure.  *** The next day Cathy does housework to fill the time. Corrine comes back to tell them Cory has died of pneumonia. Carrie screams.  There will be no funeral.  There's nothing to snark on here. They behave in logical ways, Carrie lines up Cory's shoes. (Once she finishes screaming) Everyone, including Momma is sad. (Although she does run away as fast as possible, which I actually do understand. I want no one around me when I'm grieving.)   She put a fake name on the tombstone, which is horrifying. *** Carrie gets smaller and smaller every day, no one is eating. Everyone is crying.  Chris whispers that the three of them have to run before they all die like Cory. He thinks its because they are without resistance to germs. Sure.  Cathy doesn't want to die like a mouse in a trap. She makes plans to leave right away. Chris says no, they need more money. Chris is a dick. Granted, Cathy is already worrying about how they are no longer beautiful. She thinks they have educated themselves by reading and watching TV. She wonders why TV doesn't teach survival. Isn't Gilligan's Island on by now?  The next part is sad. Cathy removes Cory's clothing from the suitcase and cries and cries. and reads a poem/song that Cory had written.  *** She dreams of Cory and Christopher (her dad, not her brother-lover) *** Her brother-lover wakes her up from that nice dream and yells at her. Ass.  She's confused because her brother looks so much like her father. Which makes this a lot creepier. Wait, it was super weird in the beginning (I started this over a year and a half ago) with "i'm in love with my dad" vibes, right?  She realizes that people never really die, they move on to a better place, and wait for their loved ones to join them.

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

Flowers (Children) in the Attic: "My Stepfather" (Part 3)

TW: anti-feminist behavior, discussion of rape.  They go out onto the roof. Apparently Corrine has not yet brought them cigarettes and cheap wine, so they cry into each others arms. This night is described a "night for lovers." Whatever that means.  Cathy blames herself because this book was written in the 70s and takes place in the 80s, though, she does say "he didn't mean to." Which is something, I guess. Cathy worries to herself about giving birth to a deformed baby or an idiot. (Nice.)  Chris assures her the odds are against a baby. It was one time. There wont' be another. It was her first time. He says he didn't "mean to rape her," though he's kind enough to tell her that he's been tempted plenty of times. He'd turn it off by going into the attic or the bathroom and "putting his nose in a book." Uh huh.  Cathy claims she could have stopped him if she wanted to, and reiterates that it's her fault too. She thinks to herself how it is her fault, how she shouldn't have been wearing "skimpy little see through garments around a brother who had all a man's strong physical needs" and how "she shouldn't have kissed Momma's handsome young husband" and on and on. Cathy. It's not your fault.  Cathy goes on about the night being peculiar and fate and destiny (the concept, not the person who posts on FJ). There's some scene setting. It's cold on the roof, and we're reminded that it's early September and the leaves are falling. (This is the south, right? Is that accurate?)  Paragraph on top of paragraph describing each other, feelings, loins, leaves, and music.  Chris says that they have $396.44, they don't have winter coats or boots, and the twins are so weakened that they will catch cold. The parents believe that the maids are stealing, and he worries that Momma will suspect it's Cathy. He thinks that stealing all the jewelry is a good idea, in one sweep, and just go. Cathy is all "duh, I said that AGES ago" but only to herself because she's a good little princess in the Patriarchy.  Cathy worries for half a second about her mom missing them, before she moves on to thinking about an owl she hears in the distance, and the fog rising. She ends this bit with "All we could see in the murky-gray and cold, damp clouds was that single great eye of God - Shining up there in the moon." I don't get it. I guess she means the moon?  *** She wakes up and stands over Chris and Cory. Chris is crying and she names his tears because this book is ridiculous. I'm reminded of the quintessential early 90's film staring Ricki Lake "Cry Baby" with a girl crying into a jar. She tells him she loves him, and calls him Christopher Doll.  The reader is reminded that she knows him right down to his "bone marrow." She says:  And this chapter is DONE. Three more chapters. We're on page 359 of 411, so it can't be that much longer before I can move on. Or I could watch the film.   Let me know in the comments if there are typos or things I should fix! I'm rushing through this at the end of a long work day. 

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

Flowers in the Attic: "My Stepfather" (Part 2)

My Stepfather aka Forbidden Pleasures of the Sexual Kind.  Part 2. Cathy whines to the reader that Chris is taking too long to come up with $500. Oh, wait, I already read this section. Corrine looks fabulous in black. This is very important information.  Chris and Cathy are sharing everything, problems, aspirations, doubts. He's her doctor. (Are they "playing doctor"?) Scandalous.  Cathy says her physical problems are not much consequence, only the monthly cramps. Her "womanly time" is not showing up on schedule. I'm concerned that she thinks nothing is wrong, when in the previous section, she said that they all had headaches, cramps, and other stomach aliments. Chris and Cathy are proto-internet doctors and believe that her "womanly time" is not on schedule because Cathy has a "quixotic nature." Thank you Dr Oz.  We are reminded that Cathy is writing this in "present" time, reminiscing, as she says "I can write now of Chris and what happened on September night."  Maybe the unreliable narrator is intentional, after all. Chris has come back from a trip to Momma's suite, and he's been interested in that book. Cathy wonders why he needs to keep looking, she remembers each photograph. Chris is "reading the text" lol. Sure, like people get Playboy "for the articles." Chris felt guilty about growing up, and how these years should be "blossoming years" for both him and Cathy. As he reads through the book again, Mom and Hubby come back. Chris hides in the closet. Bart has forgotten his wallet. Bart and Corrine argue about money, Bart thinks the maids are stealing, Corrine doesn't care. Chris thinks he doesn't count money and is worried. Corrine is like "what difference does $5 matter, anyway" and I'm kind of with her, which is why I don't carry cash. $5 in cash seems like nothing, and it's so much easier to track spending on my debit card - I can sync the statements right to YNAB and see where my money is going. Where as cash just sort of feels like play money. Bart says he had to work for his money, and he doesn't want 10 cents stolen from him. Okay, come on Bart. it's 10 cents. I get it, but if the maids are so underpaid they are stealing dimes, just pay them more. Or vote for policies that allow household servants to make a living wage.  Bart is so married to Corrine for the money, and maybe the sex. Bart doesn't want to go if they missed the first act (i'm with him) and implies he'd rather stay home and try out positions from the book, but Corrine is surprisingly in charge (yeah, because she has the money and the hot body, I guess) and complains that last time he fell asleep and she had to go to a party without him. Grow the fuck up, Corrine. If he's tired, he's tired.  Bart is irritated, and tells her how he had a nice dream that time, about a "lovely young girl with long, golden hair, who kissed him while he slept."  Chris is displeased.  Chris has a whole paragraph of expressing his disapproval at Cathy. Corrine is sick of hearing about this dream, and wants to get out of the house. They decide to stay in a hotel, so Bart doesn't have to see the Grandmother's face in the morning (I guess she never gets a name in this book).  VC Andrews doesn't trust her readers, and has Cathy explain that all of this is happening while Cathy waits in the attic. Cathy misses the sliver music box her father, Christopher, gave her so many years ago. Now Chris is in the attic with her. He's telling her she is beautiful, and can see the shape of her body through her clothes. He grabs her and yells at her for kissing Bart. She tells him he wasn't there. Chris tells her that Bart saw her and thought it was a dream.  Chris pulls her down from the window sill and starts shaking her.  "You're Mine, Cathy! Mine! No matter who comes into your future, you'll always belong to me! I'll make you mine... tonight... now!"  Its such bad dialogue.  They "wrestle"  She has "strong dancer's legs" while he has "biceps and greater weight." He also has "determination" to "use something hot, swollen, and demanding."  I'm at work. Donald Trump is still President. Our newly elected Governor has fired 800 state employees, political and non-political alike. Everything sucks and the ground is constantly moving and there is no snow in December. Yet this is literally the thing that is making me nauseated. Fictional people.  Cathy monologues: "And I loved him. I wanted what he wanted - if he wanted it that much, right or wrong." Gag.  They "ended up on that old mattress" (which has, to my knowledge, only been mentioned once or twice.) I'm just going to quote the rest.  No, it doesn't! Have your mom bring you a Seventeen and learn about hand jobs. You went from nipple sucking to straight PinV.  Still a better love story than Twilight.  (I thought that was a Twilight GIF, but now I realize that's not Bella. Anyone?) See, she's fine.  Spoiler. There will be no baby.  (Cersei isn't pregnant, either.)  Act Break.     

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

Flowers in the Attic: "My Stepfather" (Part 1)

My Stepfather This chapter starts with "That spring, Chris got sick."  I am going to just retcon that the timeline is a bit wonky because it's being written in past tense, as Cathy tells this story to a ghost writer. How long did they hang out in the attic knowing they could sneak out at any time? I can't imagine not going anywhere for years. That makes me feel uncomfortable and claustrophobic.  Chris is sick and being a giant baby. He yells at Cathy, and tells her to be independant, not like "momma." Terror jumps into Cathy's heart and she starts dramatically crying, falling on her knees, and pressing her face into his (most likely congested) chest. He caresses her hair. Tenderly. (So he's not like me "caressing" my cat's fur, when what I'm really doing is 'dematting' and eventually there is biting and growling and then licking and purring. Cats are weird, yo.  They discuss the idea that if one of them dies (hopefully it's Chris) the other will have to get the twins out. Cathy promises to be brave and go out looking for money by herself. She promises not to take anything larger than ones or fives, and all change. Oh, come on. If you found a stack of hundreds, why wouldn't you take them and leave that night? After they kiss (ew) and Cathy leaves, she narrates that she plans on taking whatever she finds, and jewelry too. For the pawn shop.  Cathy basically sprints down to the bedroom, telling us all sorts of pointless logistical things, where she freezes in terror! Her mother's new husband has long legs and is sprawled out in a chair. Cathy "helpfully" points out that she is directly in front of him, wearing a transparent blue nightie (it's very short), with matching panties. She braces herself to be yelled at. However, he does not speak.  In case anyone cares, he's dressed in a black tuxedo, with a pink ruffled shirt under. The edges of the ruffles are black.  He's asleep. Against her better judgement, Cathy sneaks up on him. She does not go through his pockets, but instead gazes into his "handsome" face.  Cathy is kind of old fashioned, because now she thinks "Momma - how could you? You should be ashamed! This man is younger than you - years younger!" Love is love, Cathy. Money is Money. Status is Status. What does age matter?  There is quite a bit of description of Bart's body, his smile, his ring, his other ring, his nails, his height, his sensual lips and beautifully shaped mouth, and Cathy has an urge to kiss the man she believes his her stepfather. Poor Cathy, stuck in an attic with her brother during the most hormonal time of her life. She should be kissing boys behind the bleachers and in malt shops, not dreaming of making out with her stepfather, and letting her brother suck on her nipples.  She is fearful of waking him up. I personally would likely have woken him up, just to see if he might be responsive to, you know, not keeping me locked in an attic. While Cathy ponders the pros and cons of waking him up for four paragraphs, Bart sleeps on. In a chair. So he's probably not having the most restful sleep, unless he passed out from drinking, in which case he won't remember this at all. Cathy finally comes to the conclusion that no one will care about four children over all of the riches of Foxworth Hall, which tells me that her early childhood was also full of shallow, superficial, materialistic "love," and not as stable as she made it sound.  *** Cathy goes back to her room, crying. She didn't steal anything. Chris is like "what? Why?" and she doesn't answer him. She snuggles into bed with him. This section is some dialogue, and three paragraphs of her clinging to Chris, crying,  and finally him telling her to go to her own bed, and that she's a bad liar. *** It is now summer. They have a goal of $500. She's fifteen now, the twins are eight. August will mark three years of being in the attic room. Cory is picking at some black-eyed peas, and it's offhandedly mentioned that he would "eat nothing but donuts" if they let him. Carrie comes to Cathy and tells her that "Cory don't feel good." (In a bird twitter, whatever that means.)  Cathy is like "WE HAVE TO GET OFF THIS ISLAND" and then there is some discussion about colors and I am so bored with this book right now. Momma likes black dresses, Cory and Carrie believe that white is the safest color, the twins are now sleeping (actually sleeping) in the same bed, with Cathy (not Chris, because he's useless) moving Carrie after the little ones fall asleep.  It's another act break so I'm going to leave this here. I've got to go find my folder of gifs for the next section anyway! 

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

 

The Theory (HP)

I mentioned in one of the threads that I'd attended a charity dinner where JK was speaking and had a theory that I wound up defending in a Tumblr challenge a few years back.  My theory is that Molly Weasley had her own Deathly Hallows in the final battle.  While viewed as a children’s story, or a physical quest, there was much more to the Deathly Hallows than that, the mastery of death could lie not just in objects, but in the right mix of people. The theory, hotly debated amongst vigilant believers, was in current contest as those three Hallows were united as they dueled against Bellatrix Lestrange. There was Luna, the Resurrection Stone, the girl who fed thestrals, missed a mother and danced in and out of everyone else’s version of reality. The girl whose haunting alternate ways so often helped others get back to themselves when feeling lost or alone asking nothing in return, helping them resurrect who they were when they vulnerable. There was Hermione, the Invisibility Cloak that had shielded others so many times, often invisible and unthanked in her constant support of everyone. The cloak’s true gift lay in the ability to shield others, not just a single wearer and never tired out. For Hermione had never left Harry’s side, had helped Hagrid for ages on his case for Buckbeak, had knit hat after hat for house elf rights, had been the constant plan maker to hide them from trouble. The girl who was tortured to shield others. There was Ginny, the Elder Wand. The girl who stood toe to toe with Voldemort in a very private battle for months on end and ensured the only causality would be herself. If it is assumed the castle wasn’t doused with Flelix Feliciats, then Ginny was actively thwarting the giant, murderous creature she kept releasing while blacked out from killing.  Chamber opening, rebellion leading, unmastered Ginny who showed Tom Riddle having a thing was not the same as being able to use it. Their mistress was one Molly Weasley, who could selflessly possess the attributes. A daughter by blood, a daughter by heart from across the hill, a daughter to be. When faced with a depraved killer who had felled notable duelists, Molly could not be beat. The mother in her, the fresh grief she had might have been enough, but her Hallows ensured Bellatrix would never harm again.

cascarones

cascarones

 

Thor, Christmas Helper

He's the most helpful helper who ever helped! He inspected the Amazon box & contents for danger, he kept me company while I worked. He's a very curious kitty. I mean it's entirely possible that I was cutting cheese on the walking around on thing, he had to be ready in case a piece fell.  Thank you @EowynW for the gift idea! I've never made lotion bars before. I do soap pretty regularly but haven't ventured into butter territory. I got some 2oz screw top tins from Amazon, they are purrfect! I used: shea butter, beeswax, Jojoba oil, a drop of Vitamin E, & French lavender & sage for scent. 

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