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Friends Only [22 Mar 2007|03:11pm]
[ mood | Oddly Enlightened ]

My dear sister and I spent yesterday cleaning so much glass out of my house it was sort of incredible. We put it in a plastic container so it could be recycled and it wouldn't hurt anyone and I've never seen so much broken glass before in my life. The glazier should be going by soon and they get the lovely job of refitting glass for every window in the house. I do think they were quite thrilled with that though. It's going to be an expensive job.

Because all the plates and glasses were ruined, Aly and I went shopping for some more this morning. We discovered my taste is more girly than hers is, but neither of us were incredibly surprised by that. At least I didn't want plates with flowers on them. But Aly kept wanting ones shaped like squares and they just look...all evil to me. Evil Square Plates. Guess what our new plates are shaped like?


But I got the pretty blue drinking glasses so hah.

Then Aly's parents brought the kids by and we had a lovely afternoon. I've now been informed that I am too pale and look like a strong breeze would knock me over. Then I escaped and found my father's journal and had a rather frightening glimpse of what the future could hold if I let myself go. It's horrifying to read. He's unkind to my sister and my mother and me and people in general. And it's all in German which makes it seem even harsher. Apparently I am a disappointing no-talent disgusting homosexual miscreant. Or something like that. Someone was bitter that I didn't want to be a laywer when I was 9 years old (or ever, thanks).

I suppose all in all, it's a good thing that reading it made me want to inform my children how wonderful I think they are and that I love them and I'll be proud of them and support them no matter what. It doesn't matter to me whether they end up being lawyers or artists or rockstars and who they fall in love with won't matter to me as long as they're happy. All I want for them is to be happy. And that goes for all of you as well.

Of course when I did inform Tasha, Lydia, Anna and Caleb of what I said above, they blinked at me and told me they already knew. And that might be my favourite thing.

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