Sara Quin → Still Alive (Jonathan Coulton)

Last night, I started a Twitter just so I could #RachelSayNo

twitter.com/sulkygeek.

diannaagronsky:

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I’m so fucking tired of writing this story. This is the LAST chapter and I’ve just started it.  It’s fucking 107,000 words long so far. 

damn you,livejournal, you suck. All I want to do is finally post this dumb story and try to go to sleep.

not sure if anyone is reading this, but…

I want to get a dog. My daughter’s 4th birthday is Saturday and she has been BEGGING me for a dog even before she turned 1. I’m not going to get it for her birthday, but a little after, so she understands it’s a family pet

I need a dog which is SUPER kid friendly. Caroline will be 4 on Saturday, James will turn 4 in November, my twins just turned 3 last month and Caleb turned 1  a couple of weeks ago. The dog will be alone a lot during the weekday, but we have a big yard

Any recommendations? I never had a dog as a parent. Should we maybe get 2 dogs so that one dog doesn’t suffer? What if th ey do not like each other?

may-june is always very big in my family because…

May— the twins’ birthdays

June— Caleb’s birthday and Caroline’s birthday (also, this year, Jen graduated from high school!)

The November-December is big, too, but not for the holidays.

November— James’s birthday

December— Jen’s birthday.

The past few weeks have been very big! The twins turned 3, Caleb turned 1, Jen graduated and in a little less than two weeks, Caroline turns 4. In any case, I didn’t want James to feel left out because he didn’t have anything really big to celebrate so we’re having a “happy happy” party this weekend for my James.

What I would like my children— and everyone else to know is that you are perfect as you are. I know with my children, I’ve had many sleepless nights (hell, only sleepless nights) since they came into my life. I’ve never been as furious, stressed, confused, torn, ambivalent in my entire life— and I went to law school.

But I’ve never been as happy, either. Children are perfect as they are, even when they’re little demons. Children sometimes disappoint their parents the way we sometimes disappoint our children. But I know that I’ve disappointed my kids way more than they’ve disappointed me.

Parents fail their children, but children do NOT fail their parents— it just doesn’t work like that. Sorry, but I will never be convinced otherwise.As parents, our duty is to love our children, and that’s it. I’m not saying my love is unconditional— I have very young children and a teenager.  My children aren’t anywhere near adulthood (okay, my teen is technically an adult, but still!)

Now that I’m 30 (my god, 30!) I look back on my life with a measure of good humour and occasionally, humiliation (often humiliation!) I think about me at 12, me at 17, hell, even me at 20 and I think, “you stupid dumbfuck.” But I don’t beat myself up over things I did that can be attributed to just being young

Look, I deal with the dregs of society— the baby rapists and child abusers. Most parents aren’t willfully abusive, but of course, in this business, you see a higher number of evil people than normal. But I still believe that people (generally) are perfect the way they are and I would not want my children to be ANYTHING other than who they are, certainly not for me.

I love my children without condition, without a ‘but’, without limit, without expectation, etc.

Does this mean that I will agree with everything they say or do? Of course not.

Does this mean that I will defend them if they do something wrong? No. Because this is not how a parent teaches, and we are obligated to.

But I will always love them and I will always want them to be who they are. And if I should, I dunno, DIE without seeing them grow up, I don’t want them to live up to any of my dreams or expectations, I want them to live for themselves. Because they will outlive me and if they live for me, or for what I think, or for fear of how I’ll feel, what will they have when I’m gone?

The idea that my children will ever live a life they don’t want because they think that’s what I want for them is worse than the idea I won’t be able to see them grow up

hey klowee! As a result of this post, I rented it from Amazon Instant last week. I liked it, but found myself getting distracted by the decor in the teacher’s house and the fact that the younger one who is like, a foot shorter borrowed a shirt from the older one and somehow it fit exactly the same. I know it’s not pants or anything, but still.

klowee:

starbuckriver:

Another lezzie teacher/student movie?  It’s like Loving Annabelle but less angsty (based on the trailer) — I need to see this.  Mission.

I am at this point of writing this story where I really want to kick it (which means I really just want to kick myself). I wish I could just squint, wave my hands and the words I want magically appear in the appropriate order. Maybe I’ll finish it this weekend. I sure hope so.

kind of embarrassed to admit this, but I wore my hair like that a lot when I was 18, and for most of my 20s. I turn 30 next month and I’ve found I wear my hair in a bun like that a lot for work.

*gulp*

klowee:

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AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!