It's been some time since I posted to my journal. (The last time was about mid-February, apparently.)
Things have been quite busy for me since then, frankly.
I came 'back' today intending to post a quick entry just to say 'hello' to everyone here. Then I found that I had some people being less-than-mature at my "American Idol" community (ai_adult_fans).
I suppose I should have found an assistant there some time ago. But with so few members I didn't anticipate any difficulties, to be honest. Excuse me, but I'm quite brassed off right now.
And I now know better. One must be prepared to 'keep an eye' on these places quite regularly, I see.
In checking my email I found a short (and very friendly) note from
friend Charlie (charliemc) that mentioned a comment she'd made there. When I checked it out I felt my blood pressure rising. Ha!
Of course, I'm rather picky (anal?) about how people post in community journals. I hate to see undersize or oversize text. I dislike things in a variety of colors (or -- God forbid -- with marquee text). What one does inside their personal journal is up to them, but when you're in a community you should make the effort not to potentially be visually offensive.
Those who know me know I don't like certain things posted outside the lj-cut tag, for example. I personally feel almost all images belong behind one! Links, too, should be placed there. (They so easily become long and mess with the layout/display of a journal.)
Now I've been forced to put an 'admin' entry to my community to tell people that they need to put potentially offensive views behind the tag.
Tell me, shouldn't mature adults realize that without my saying it?
I guess I've also learned (yet again, actually) that you can't judge an adult by age. (My 12-year-old son is more mature than some people in their 30's and 40's.)
Well, enough of all that!
What have I been up to since I last wrote?
Well, my dear friend (lover -- significant other -- partner) has moved in!
Yes, Ryan ryan_beaches
is now living here in our
(not 'my' -- please note) home. Yes, he's now working here in San Francisco.
Our hands are damned well full with work and the children.
Caitlin (our two-year-old) is quite the cheeky one. And I'm a serious problem to our new au pair (slash-Nanny), Harry. He frowns and shrugs when I burst into laughter over one of Caitlin's escapades. (I suspect that Harry thinks I'm a bit of a mug. Ha!)
Well, Caitlin is quite the clever girl, I must say. When something is spilled, broken, moved and so on, she has an amazing way of pushing off the blame.
"No, no, Daddy," is her general response to something like, "Caitlin, did you take your pee-butt-bam in the bathroom? How did peanut butter get all over this wall?"
(Note that there's no correct way to write
'pee-butt-bam.' It's slurred a bit and is Caitlin-speak for peanut butter and jam. A big favourite of our little one!)
Then (naturally) she'll embelish.
Did you know that peanut butter and jam could walk into the bathroom and smear itself on the walls?
Finger-pointing is another way that she gets out from under when pressed on something.
And then we had the recent flushing of one slipper down the toilet in the middle of the night. She'd come into the bedroom (mine and Ryan's, that is) all on her own, her little feet bare.
"Caitlin, where are your slippers?" Ryan asked, worried that she was walking about getting cold feet.
"No, no, Funny Daddy," was her response. (She calls Ryan 'Funny Daddy' and me 'Daddy.' Her own decision, by the way. Quite cute how she'll go running at Ryan calling out 'Funny Daddy!')
After she'd explained her reason for being there at that wee hour
(needing to tell me something important), Ryan declared he was packing her back off to bed. (He thinks we might need to get one of those gates to put on her room to keep her in. But hells bells, the child can open doors -- so why not those gates? She's bloody brilliant! Ha!)
'Nanny Harry' (as Caitlin always calls Harry) awoke and took her into his bed to warm her little feet before putting her back in her own little bed. (I guess he threatened her with the old crib, because Ryan was laughing at her response when he related it to me. "No, no, Nanny Harry!" was her loud ejaculation!)
Within a few minutes we heard the toilet flush and thought nothing of that. Then in pops Caitlin with one slipper in her hand. Ryan jumps up and dashes off to the bathroom to find the toilet about to overflow on to the floor!
Caitlin has a rather bad habit of flushing things.
Her response is always 'bye bye' (often combined with a small wave and big smile) when asked what happened to the item that was flushed.
Hats are a favourite item for flushing. She loves to wear them up to a point. Then she likes to flush them when she tires of wearing them.
Well, 'Funny Daddy' took care of the toilet and I let Caitlin 'explain' things, laughing loudly the entire time. Harry was standing half awake in the doorway, shaking his head. (He thinks I'm a prat, I'm sure. Poor Harry.)
Caitlin was taken back to bed and was off to the Land of Nod in mere seconds.
Ryan and I went back to bed with me still laughing my arse off. I'm bad, I know, but she charms me to death.
As for P.J., he's settling in with Caitlin. She always seems to want to mess about with his things, which infuriates him. His tone becomes quite 'mature' and deadly serious when he speaks to her about the subject. Or when he's telling others that she must keep her 'grubby little hands' off his belongings. Ha!
I finally got him the Scabbers stuffed rat he'd been so taken with. Ryan had to point it out to me after the fact that P.J. had actually wanted the thing! We'd seen it in a shop and I'd made some off hand comment about the fact that Scabbers (of Harry Potter fame) was actually the nasty Peter Pettigrew.
That didn't stop P.J. from desiring the stuffed rat! Ryan made that clear to me later and then we went 'on the hunt' for it in every shop we went to. No dice.
Finally we made a special trip back to that original shop and I was seriously delighted that they still had the thing for sale! (Many, many stores later.)
Naturally Caitlin adores Scabbers and is always after playing about with it. P.J. won't abide that and lectures her sternly.
'Funny Daddy' and I had to sit Caitlin down and have a serious talk about her leaving Scabbers alone. When she does touch it now, she grabs it by the tail and holds it out from her little body. (The best she can manage not to actually 'touch' it.) She generally only does that when she's bringing it along on for a trip in the car. She always gets to take her 'babies' (stuffed animals, dolls and the like) on trips and she always wants P.J. to have Scabbers along, too. (Come now, I find that thoughtful of her!)
Well, I'm back to work!
More about life at our home soon, I hope.