20 Years Later
If I hadn’t done it, I could be a grandmother now, she thought. That family over there – grandmother, son, and grandson; I could have had that. Or maybe it would have been a girl. No. I’m sure that lump of protoplasm would have been a boy. A son. He might have made me proud, if I hadn’t done it.
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Any guesses what she did?
13 Places I Have Found Stray Socks
The kids get mad at me when I don’t keep their socks washed, then go and stuff them in the weirdest place. I have found them in:
1. In the very tip of a shoe. The shoe did not belong to the same person as the sock.
2. Scattered around the living room.
3. The Girl had a huge pile of them under her bed.
4. Under my bed. No matter how many times I tell the kids not to leave them there, that’s where their socks end up. We won’t discuss the smell.
5. Draped around a plant.
6. Under a carpet. Yes, under. We’re talking a wall to wall carpet, The sock, long out-grown, was discovered when the carpet was replaced.
7. In the cushions of the recliner.
8. Under the recliner, having apparently been pushed right past all the cushions.
9. On the porch.
10. In every conceivable part of the car. Except the engine. The sock in the engine is a whole ‘nother story.
11. Stuck to the inside of the washer days after all the laundry was done.
12. Under the kitchen table. Yeah, maybe I should sweep more often.
13. In the oven. I don’t know why.
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Ah Maria, How Badly Do You Want It?
In order to save Austria, Queen Maria Theressa was willing to part ways with centuries of tradition. Witness what happened when she made Wenzel Anton Kaunitz a diplomat.
Wenzel Anton Kaunitz was a native Austrian. The sixth of sixteen children to an aristocratic father who served the crown as an ambassador. Raised in Morovia, where the family estates were located, young Wenzel was groomed for a career in the church.
After giving it a go he decided on a different path. That he was more or less an atheist may have had something to do with his decision, but as one historian pointed out; “his lack of faith would have in no way deterred him from presenting himself as a prince of the church,”
In 1733 or thereabouts he embarked on the Grand Tour. After visiting England for a spell, he returned home and announced he would study law with a goal of entering the diplomatic corps. By 1735, he had an entry level post with the Imperial Court Council.
Sweet Contest
The Girl’s school had a fundraiser, and now I have something I have no use for. Would you like them?
I’ll send them to a lucky commenter picked by The Girl next Friday. Come back to this post to see who the winner is.
How to Draw Manga Eyes
I wanted to show you some how to sew stuff today. The Girl cut out a cute jacket which I would love to share with you, but I forgot to take pictures. Weird of me, I know. Anyway, I mentioned to The Girl that I messed up. She suggested that I do a how to draw thing instead.
Mr. Al, The Girl and I have all gotten into manga in the last couple of years. Manga is Japanese graphic novels. The Girl likes it so much she’s decided to make them professionally, and has been honing her skills. So I had her draw an eye, and we stopped to take pictures along the way.
The one at the top is a little different. I took her final picture and messed around with it in Photoshop. Anyway, here goes:
Who is Sweet?
Today’s theme is Sweet
Previously in Jack and Jill: Fresh Catch
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Yeah, the picture’s a re-run. I was planning on something involving Jack eating a pickle, then decided this was sweeter. *shrug*
Suzie’s House 158: Hairy Considerations
The day before a meet always made Drew nervous. Up until a couple of years ago, the cases he handled involved sexual predators. He would pretend to be a sweet, teenage girl, set up a meet, then turn up as the clean cut FBI agent he really was.
This was different.
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror and rubbed the stubble on his chin, then fingered the four inches of hair hanging down over his forehead. Would it be enough? He’d started growing his hair as soon as he learned his next case would involve drugs, but it didn’t grow very fast.
He still remembered one of his first cases, before he was accepted into the Internet Traffic and Analysis Division. In the middle of negotiations one of the suspects grabbed Drew’s hair, and yanked off his extensions. The look on the man’s face as he stared at the pony tail of fake hair, rubber band and all, would have been comical if not for all the guns that appeared seconds later.
