Friday, April 3, 2009

On Chocolate, or the lack thereof

How do you do a before-script? Like P.S. only at the beginning? Anyway, that's what this is. Check out Damm's story below-it was good enough to distract me from the book I am currently reading (and that's hard to do).

So, the lack of chocolate.

It's all my mum's fault.

When we brought the Orclette home, I discovered a box of biscotti by my bedside. I wasn't that hungry, thought I'd never get through an entire box, but I was wrong. Middle of the night feedings had me STARVING and so I'd munch on one, stomach would be contentified, and then I'd zonk out again. Wake up in the morning for my coffee and hey, wouldn't a biscotti go nicely with that? Eventually biscotti morphed into chocolate and here we are. I must have chocolate with my coffee.

There was a brief hiatus. Morning sickness made the drinking of coffee and the eating of chocolate impossible. It was a very sad period of my life. I wouldn't simply call it being addicted, although it was that. It was more that part of my morning was gone; like the English and their tea. If you've ever read Amelia Peabody (mystery series) you'll know that she considered the ritual of tea to be fortifying to the mental state as well as calming to the physical state. I feel the same way about my coffee & chocolate ritual.

So this week I bought chocolate. And it was wonderful. I'm still drinking fake coffee (flavored stuff that says it has caffeine but I'm convinced has absolutely NO caffeine) but I'm now pairing it with chocolate. Happy, happy days (incidentally when gum'ma fixes the Orclette's hair, an impulse which I don't understand because her hair's cute, the Orclette looks like the Fonz). Until yesterday, when I woke up and there was no chocolate.

WWIII. HYPERVENTILATING. RAGE AT WORLD. RAGE AT WALMART BECAUSE IT'S SO FAR AWAY. cry and whimper.

I morphed into The Bear. Bigger than the Big Bear Butt bear. It is fortunate for my hubby and child that they were not awake to see this transformation. But life does go on, and I continued on bravely. Got to the part in my morning where I can FINALLY eat food (you can't tell that I love food can you?) and guess what I discover hidden? One. Last. Serving. Of. Chocolate.

I renounced the Bear title. It's yours again 3B. I halted WWIII. I decided I was not, in fact, mad at the world but loved it. Walmart was precious to me because that's where I buy my chocolate (don't tell my grandmother that, she'd be mortified I just admitted that, being from Belgium where real chocolate is made).

And, in fact, ya'll just read the first draft of the first part of my autobiography. I think I'll split mine up into sections like "On Chocolate," "On the Orclette," etc. Teacher said that he doesn't care how it's formatted, how long it is, as long as we try and find our true voice and re-explore our relationship with words. True Voice? What is my true voice? And then I thought, my blog! I write like I think! At least what I'm thinking at that very moment. I think it was a brilliant idea, esp. since I have tons of stuff I could include (edited and revised because I don't think my classmates will understand 3B, Shrinn, or Orclette references).

Have a good day everyone.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Paying rent. Part 1.

Anna smiled and waved to the kids as she entered the class room. A thin wiry elf with tightly braided blond hair, she managed to be both aloof and inviting at the same time. The kids she taught at the volunteer clinic in the south eastern Albuquerque sprawl blossomed under her tutelage. Their parents also became open and outgoing in her presence, no matter how shy and recalcitrant they may have been to start with. And yet no one, not even the oldest of volunteers, knew much about Ms. Anna. All questions were answered vaguely and the subject would change deftly to a different topic. This status-quo had been maintained for many years.

"Muss Amma Muss Amma come see my picture!"
"Muss Amma I made you a birdday chard!"
"Muss Amma! Look at how good a babelrina I am!"

"What a pretty picture Mario! A birthday card!? Is it for me Jenna? Is it my birthday? Wow good job Tina, you are a very beautiful ballerina."

"No Muss Amma it is my birdday! I'm dis many!"

And so went the steady daily sounds of the school. A tenaciously peaceful retreat from the bitter poverty and crime filled life in the surrounding neighborhood.

On this Tuesday there was a small but significant difference. Anna's commlink blinked and emitted a small quiet tone into her ear.

"Ms. Velez?" The older troll woman turned from cleaning and looked at her. "Would you mind watching the children please? I have a personal call." Ms. Velez nodded assent and Anna slipped into the quiet empty hall.

A colder sterner Anna answered the comm.

"Speaking."
"The status changed. The brothers are out of business."
"Ah. Please arrange a meeting at... 5pm should do. Tonight."
"Yes maam."

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The Running Man clumsily dug the commlink out of his pocket. After dropping it once he found the accept button.

"(stupid technology)... Hello?"
"Mr..... The Running Man?"
"yes thats me"
"Rent for this month is due. Please be at the office by 5pm tonight. Is this possible?"
"Yes maam. I'll be there."

Three minutes after the phone call was ended he found the off button.

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Anna calmly walked into the room and sat at the head of the table. All of her tenants were present including the four new ones, an athletic dwarf, surly young elf and the quiet human couple.

"As per the terms of your lease, you owe me one favor a month. The favor to be commensurate to your abilities. Unfortunately this month I will be required to ask you to pay rent." Anna smiled sadly at the phrase. "The Brothers Grimm, a local troll gang, is no longer in operation. Until now they controlled the sprawl to the north and northwest and had nominal ownership of our neighborhood. However in the last few weeks they have been systematically destroyed by two rival gangs. The Three Leaf triad to the west and the humanist group, Neighborhood Crime Prevention, to the north."

"My staff tells me that the Three Leaf triad would be amenable to a "peaceful coexistence" fee and I will be asking a few of you to deliver a letter and return with a response for me in this matter. Perkins and Ramirez if you would please accompany Broken that should be enough."

Ramirez, a well dressed, middle aged, male Ork, nodded. Perkins flashed a quick "nodders" text without looking up from the hand sized robot he was fiddling with. Broken just smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Their trip will hopefully be as exciting as it sounds. For the rest of you however I can guarantee there will be a bit more excitement. The NCP have a strict human only policy. They expel metahumans briskly and any resistance is met with lethal force. This is unacceptable to me and even if I were inclined to negotiate I believe that any alternatives I could come up with will be unacceptable to them.

So we will not be negotiating. I have identified the building they use for their headquarters and where the majority of their leadership resides. We will be executing a multi-phase strike. Termination of leadership, asset liquidation, astral security, response containment, and extraction. As with any activity of this sort anything can happen but we are well prepared to handle the eventualities. Tina is passing out team rosters now, I will meet with the team leaders in a few minutes and then you will meet with your teams and discuss your plans for each objective. In two hours we will meet back at this table and will answer any final questions."



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Thanks for all the positive feedback. Yes this -is- my own work, a project of mine to attempt and keep my imagination happy during school. I'm aiming for a 5,000 word short story, and once all my rough drafts are done and the story wrapped up I plan to clean it up and post one big post all neat like. We'll see.

**22 Feb 2010 edited very belatedly to fix commensurate thanks Cap'n John.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

A New Year for Me

Welp, I'm 25.

People kept asking me how it felt to be 25, and all I could come up with is "umm, I feel older?" Sometimes I'd comment on how weird it is to be on the other side of 25-I feel like I have to act grownupish now. I should already be acting that way, considering I have a kid, husband, another kid on the way, and have joined the military (I consider myself to have joined as well, seeing as how I get to go through lengthy separations etc.). But still, it's weird .... and I know that all of you who have hit 30 and beyond are laughing and thinking how very young I still am. Pfft.

It was a quiet birthday. Damm left absurdly early to set up for the Bataan race. The Orclette and I went to church, where I left her screaming in the nursery (she calmed down after I was out of sight) and then went over to the grandparents house and chilled for the rest of the day. When Damm was done making sure the Bataan runners had enough food and water, he came on over and we ordered pizza and bought an ice cream cake (Oreo, the best kind ever). I ate a pizza all by myself. I haven't had pizza for a long time, because I'm trying to keep the weight gain down. And it tasted good. The next day, however, I felt like I had a hangover. I didn't know one could get a hangover from overindulging in food. After lots of water and as much caffeine as I could safely have I felt a bit better, but yesterday was still a very long day.

As for birthday wishes and goals, mine is to have a healthy kid, survive Damm's absense as happily as possible, and get my freakin waist back. I want to be able to wear a bikini, though I will most likely never ever ever put one on. They're just way too skimpy for me. Oh, and train for the Bataan, which I'm pushing hard for my parents to run as well. At least the honorary run which is 15 miles. I know both of them could totally do that. Plus it takes place at the end of our spring break so they could have a full week, uninterrupted, with me, their beloved daughter, their beloved son-in-law, and their two grandkids. And that is what I keep on telling them, so I think they'll come :D (By the way, my parents would come in a heartbeat if they didn't have a son starting a rather expensive internship program this fall which they're paying for, another son starting at UofH which I think they'll be helping with, and my mother's car just got set on fire so they have to buy another one. My dad works for NASA, so he gets a decent salary, but at some point the money just runs out. I didn't want anyone to think that they didn't want to come see me.)

And now this newly 25-year old will be signing out.

P.S. In all the magazines I look at that is family-oriented, all the moms look old. And then I read that they consider the 20's to be the time to establish yourself, your 30's to be settling down and having a family, and then so on. I do not understand this. Having a kid at 40 means you'll be 60 when they're finally out of the house and in college. And if your kid follows your pattern you might not live to see grandchildren. I don't mean to bash anyone who waited until then, I just don't understand waiting that long. And I'm chuckling gleefully at the thought that when I turn 40, my kids will be almost ready for college and we will be FREE. Woot!