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About two months ago a friend told me about a "Freebie" website. Normally I would discard such things as nonsense and get on with life. However the fellow who told me about it is not the type of person to dally around with unproductive activities. I was still skeptical, but out of courtesy, I told him that I would check it out.

I don't know what to say, but it's nice :) I have a problem that I never know what to do with something that's good - part of me says leave it be+ enjoy, but I have this illogical compulsion to change everything into something else (that drives my other stuff somewhat) - but logically I don't want to change something that's good - but don't know what to do with - I suppose I have trouble "keeping still" on some levels - but I'll figure that out in time I suppose when I've exhausted myself - i'm more still on other levels (because I feel spent on them) - maybe exhaustion is the key to relaxing - but might as well use what energy I have beneficially before then, rather than deliberately use it up so that I can move on - but it's hard to stop myself, so I suppose it's somewhat automatic, like sometimes I can be too tired to think/deal with something, but when I have the energy I can't stop myself.

It's like I was thinking I try to make stuff not matter so that it doesn't get to me, but in order to make any effort at all I have to make/keep at least one thing mattering. There isn't an obvious logical reason why anything matters, but... stuff does to us all, dunno why but that's how it is. I sometimes lie to myself (for comfort) that something matters less to me than it is really affectimg me - but I can't see that as a bad thing if it helps (and when the time comes that I realise the more honest state of myself, it doesn't hurt).

If I actually achieved everything I was trying to do, and still had my compulsion to change things, I don't know what i'd do - it's almost as if I'm depending on bad stuff a little to allow me to have a cause (and something to do, and fight for, and a meaning), etc - but come that point, I would then be eventually forced to let go of that compulsion and rest, because by that point it would affect my coping in the environment I just created (and people always seek a route to cope as best as possible, and even fight to defend what they're relying on for that) - so in some ways I don't have to worry about it, because at some point I gotta let go of it anyway, I'll just use the compulsion to the advantage of my goals for now

#1. Goo, Gack, or Gobbledee - gook. Do you all know what I mean? My sister in law just got G a spiderman toy that comes with "web goo" to fling (yes, the kid is supposed to fling goo while playing with this toy) at a spinning bad guy. This stuff is nasty and when I was a kid they had a similar product called GAK. That stuff smelled TERRIBLE and was slimy and snotty as hell, but at least it stayed in one piece. This stuff is slimy, snotty and stringy. It gets everywhere, and when it dries it looks like a slug trail. Exactly like it, it's even kind of shiny like that. Yeah, the toy was on clearance and I know why. Kids love it though.

 

#2. Silly string. - not as bad as Goo, but still requires parental clean up when they are done playing with it. This stuff is way too tempting to shoot AT other children and pets and it runs out in about 30 seconds. Since a can can cost up to $6, there is definitely not enough bang for your buck. Again, kids love it.

 

#3. Guns. - I know that kids will pick up sticks that are bent at just the right angle and pretend they are guns or even just stick out there finger and thumb and make pew pew pew noises, but to actually BUY them guns? Especially guns that actually shoot balls, darts and pellets - I just can't stand it. Hate to say it, but kids looove guns.

 

#4. C/O silverlinings  'How about a drum set?   My sister offered to buy Meg a drum set becasue she loves drums ... I told her "over your dead body."'

 

#5. C/O rockhockermom 'LEGOS... very good for the imagination... very BBBAAAADDDD for the feet.'

 

#6. C/O katmandoo 'metal jacks from when we were little? Those things will go right through the toughest of foot soles!'

 

#7. C/O katmandoo 'Perler Beads? Awesome for a 9 year old girl, but not so good for cleaning up when you spill a bucket that holds 1000 of them!'

 

#8. TRANSFORMERS or any toy that transforms. The bigger they are the worse they are because it takes a rocket scientist to do it. I've seen adults work at these things like rubix cubes while the 3 year old bounces up and down in anticipation. The newer ones are even worse because peices literally fall off the thing while you are working on it and you have to follow a set of INSTRUCTIONS to turn the robot into the car/plan/helicopter or whatever.

 

Anyone want to add to this?

Dixie currently feels:

 Alone

 

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- I was planning for my blog title to be alliterative, but I think there's only like two things I'm going to mention that start with S.

So I sort of failed there.

 

 

Adam stayed over last night (Saturday).

We started off by him coming at about half 12 - and waking me up. So I went and had a shower, and we sat around for a while, playing Guitar Hero III and watching random stuff on YouTube.

 

Then he leant me his monster turbo hairdryer, because we were sick of waiting for my hair to dry before we could go out.

 

- Yeah, on Friday, I went to ASDA with mam. We bought some stuff for Adam and I to munch on, and I bought some socks for dad for father's day today, and a card. I got Adam some hairbands and some Jelly Babies for his birthday present - as he turns 16 tomorrow. :)

 

I actually made a bit more effort this year, because I totally forgot his birthday last year.

We're best friends, and have been for like 11 years - and I forgot his bloody birthday. :)

 

I actually remembered it, TEN MINUTES AFTER IT HAD PASSED.

At like 00:10, I remembered. :)

 

 

Mam went a bit overboard, she wanted to get Adam presents herself - so she went mental, buying him a Smarties cake, a shirt, a little bracelet kit (as a joke, of course. :D), some Malteasers and some deoderants.

 

Because it was father's day weekend, ASDA had put all their birthday cards away, so there was a really shitty selection.

 

 

Lmfao, today's fucked suggested tag is "I heart Adam".

I do, but he never hugs me. Which makes me sad. :(

 

 

But when I was shooping with mam, I persuaded her to get me some Ben & Jerry's cookie dough ice-cream.

It's whopper expensive.

 

It's about the same price as Hagen Daz - which is THE expense of frozen desserts.

I got a little tub, about 250ml, - £2.70!

 

I told Adam over MSN before he came, and he got a craving for it himself.

 

 

Anyway, after my hair was dry -  (I put on the new shirt mam had bought me on Friday - red and grey striped polo with a collar :D) - we went down to ASDA so Adam could get his dad and his nana presents for father's day and her birthday, respectively.

 

And we got a big tub of Ben & Jerry's half-baked. - I actually preferred the cookie dough, but they were both proper lush.

 

So we got home and shared that - then returned upstairs to play some more Guitar Hero III and mess about with anything we found - like we normally do.

 

Then we watched The Weakest Link: Blue Peter special - and I don't know WHY we watched it, either...

I think we were just bored and couldn't be arsed, so we watched telly instead of playign video games.

 

 

Earlier on, whilst faffing on with the cable box, Adam found the music on demand menu - and we found tons of music videos we could watch for free.

 

So we watched AFI, Slipknot, Gorillaz, All-American Rejects and The Ting Tings.

 

- When mam and dad came home, I forced mam to watch The Ting Tings' video. She didn't like them, but after I'd been banging on about them all week, I felt she ought to know why. :)

 

 

I made us lamb grillsteaks and chips for tea, and we watched Dr. Who. I played on my DS for a little while, because I don't understand Dr. Who at all - because I don't watch it, really.

It was alright though, it killed some time.

 

 

When mam and dad came home, Adam started banging on about playing Scrabble again.

- Last Saturday, he'd wanted to as well, and I didn't want to get under my bed.

 

I actually wanted to play it myself yesterday though, so he stopped downstairs, and I went upstairs, propped the airbed against the wall, and started looking under my bed.

 

I found a little box that belonged to my grandad, with dominoes, draughts and chess in it - magnetic!

I put that to one side, because it's awesome.

 

I also took out my Lego, which I found, (You'll see... :D) and I even found my old hymn book from primary school.

I sang some of my favourite ones to myself as I looked for the game.

 

As I stuck my head inside, the airbed fell down on top of me - so I had my head and my shoulders stuck inside my bed, surrounded and enclosed by piles of boxes and tins, with a big beasty airbed on top of me.

It took me about five minutes to get out!

 

 

- But I found the Scrabble - and Adam read through the hymnbook too, and we both felt nostalgic at our memories of singing them at primary school.

 

It was about 12 by this time - and mam and dad were in bed.

Adam said it was too depressing in my room at night, so he wanted to play Scrabble downstairs.

 

 

- And we were there for two hours!

 

 

Everything is so much funnier when you can't make any noise... Seriously.

 

Our first few games of Scrabble were quite good - and it also gave us something to piss ourselves over all night.

 

See, we were coming to the end of one of the games, and I had some really shitty tiles like F, X, J and Z.

Earlier on, I'd been desparate, and put down 'HEN'. - A proper shitty word, worth proper nothing.

 

Out of boredom, frustration and annoyance, when Adam wasn't looking, I added the Z to the end of 'HEN'.

So it then became 'HENZ'.

 

And I was proper laughing into a pillow, so he realised summat had amused me - and he didn't realise for ages, but when he did, we were both adding it randomly into sentences and pissing ourselves.

 

 

- When we were setting the airbed and the sheets upstairs - bear in mind, this is at about half 2 in the morning - Adam forgot to get the extra cushions, and he goes: "Oh wait, I just need to go get the HENZ..." - and I was crying at it!!

 

 

Before we went to sleep properly, after we'd set the airbed up, and Adam was laid on it, and I was laid next to him in my own bed - we were playing on Pictochat on DS.

 

Of course; we were drawing pictures of hens, or HENZ, should I say. :)

Then we started our Guitar Hero piss-taking again.

 

 

Hit Me With Your Best Henz - ROFL.

She Bangs The Henz - LMFAO.

Through The Fire And Henz - PMSL.

 

And so on. :)

 

 

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Next day, today - we woke up at about 11 - well, my mam woke us up - coming in the room, shouting: "SOCKS!", and putting a bag down on my computer desk.

 

 

We played some more Scrabble, and I got a proper legendary streak.

 

I put down 'DYKE' on a triple word score, and got about 30-od points.

Then from it, I added 'FETID', and got another 30-od, thanks to the triple word score.

 

Then Adam owned me in the next two games, of course.

 

 

We had our showers, then played some co-op Guitar Hero III.

 

We haven't played it together for a long while, and we've gotten a LOT better.

We were going from 3 stars to 5 stars on Expert-Expert.

 

 

Then, I got the wonderful Lego, and I built myself a castle. :)

- I was doing most of it whilst Adam was washing his hair and browsing YouTube.

 

...And I have photos. :D

 

 

 

 

Here's my castle from the front - notice my two identical guards. :)

 

 

Here's an arial shot. :)

I'm going to explain each part now, with a close-up shot of each. :D

 

 

 

This is the main living quarters. :)

 

At the back, you can see the king's treasure chest, laid out on his royal red carpet.

To the right, that's the king's throne, and his table - complete with a large ice-cream knickerbocker glory, and a pack of cards - because my king is a gambler. :D

 

At the front, that's the king's sleeping quarters, and his pet cat Soda sitting on it. :)

 

 

 

Here's the kitchen.

 

Complete with two water-pumps, a large mixing cauldron, and jars of spices on the wall. :)

There's also some bottles of beer and lemonade for his majesty's liquid nourishment.

 

 

 

Here's the guardrobe - or the toilet. :)

 

You can see some weaponry and a broomstick at the front - they're kept in a barrel in case they're needed. :)

For the comfort of the king and his knights, I enclosed the toilet with some walls. :D

 

Oh, and I added a mirror, so the knights can squeeze their spots. :)

 

 

 

The best part of every castle - the dungeon! :)

 

That's actually made with some jail bars I got from a Mega Bloks cowboy set. :)

Luckily, Lego and Mega Blocks usually fit together. :D

 

I even added a festering skeleton inside. :)

Oh, and some moss growing on the ceiling!

 

 

 

Here's a close-up of the guards.

 

I was going to give them helmets, but I only had three, and none of them matched.

Oh well, they can be subjectible to headshots. :)

 

 

 

Here's the royal archer, perched on the right battlement. :)

 

 

And on the left battlement is the king's trustworthy knight. :)

 

I love Lego people - and all the accessories you get with them. :D

 

 

 

And here's our foolhardy king - doing a little dance on the front turret. :)

 

Behind him, you can see the head of a traitor to the castle.

Mwah, that will serve as a warning to others. :D

 

 

And then, I started taking funny pictures with them. :)

 

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I knew it wasn't safe to stand on that turret!

Our king took a plunge into the horses' feeding trough, his sheild and sword scattered, and his cape seriously splattered.

 

Yes, I like my alliterations. :)

 

 

 

Our king punishes the unruly and lazy guards.

 

Of course, medieval style - he chains them up by their feet from the front turret. :)

 

 

Here's a closer shot. :)

 

You can almost hear their screams of pity as the blood rushes to their hairy heads. :)

 

 

 

And what's a castle without a few beheadings?

 

The royal knight beheaded this guard with his own axe - now THAT'S harsh. :)

 

 

 

Now that's an ice-cream fit for a king!

I think Soda would like a lick too. :D

 

 

Ah, Lego is fun. :D

 

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After Adam had gone, I downloaded some videos from YouTube - ready to go on my future iPod.

 

After being reminded of the Powerpuff Girls by hearing their song in a background of another video, I scoured YouTube for some full episodes.

 

It took some doing, but I have found some.

I've downloaded all the ones I could find - INCLUDING ONE OF MY FAVOURITES!!! - and I've even got to watch three new ones I hadn't seen before. :)

 

 

I haven't lost my internet connection or anything, honest.  ;-) 

I had a blogging thought about making money while housekeeping that involved finding cash in our laundry, but I didn't write it.

Had a blogging thought about Cartoon Ranger and his house designing, which I might still blog about.

Had a blogging thought about Smiling Through the Insanity of It All, but it wound up as "Inanity of It All" and I thought...Yes, that's inane.  So I shan't.

So I didn't!

Also, of course, there was the MindSay Gremlin who has been making my MindSay life a test of intestinal fortitude by making the number of times I have to click on a link to get there a random variable.

Who needs that, eh?  I have enough white in my hair.

I am still in the process, for those of you who have been so unfortunate enough to have to listen to me, of calling people I don't know to volunteer for a program at church.  Not only do I not know them, but they don' t know me.  Or my phone number.   How many folks, in this day and age, will accept an unexpected phone call from an unknown number?

It is Day 2 of Summer Vacation.  I have Jumbo blocks stacked in the living room.  Cyclone is working on a penmanship exercise.  Cartoon  Ranger has been playing with an imaginary friend whom he escorts around the house. (Mine was Dr. Doolittle, when I was a little girl.) 

We had over an inch of much-needed rain yesterday. I am grateful for the rain. Even if it means mowing the backyard in midweek.

As you may perceive, life in the House O'Quill is far from scintillating at present. <smile> But I am still here.  With a cell phone. Talking to strangers. 

:)  Could be worse!