You can be the Mum, and I can be the Minion

Last night I spent a good couple of hours playing pirates/zombies with my sort-of niece Gabbie. (daughter of a cousin? What is this called? Second cousin?)

We played pirates for a while, and she pretended to ‘hide’ the ‘treasure’ (4 remotes and a stuffed monkey toy, and she mostly hid it with Lexy, who was trying to read a book) until I pretended to die.

It was a tragic affair, where she handed me a ‘sword’ the wrong way, accidentally stabbing me multiple times. (she kept trying to hand it to me the ‘right way’ so I wouldn’t be dead. That wouldn’t get me out of the game though)

“You’re not dead.”

“Yes I am, I’m very dead.”

“No, no, you’re NOT. You’re still a pirate. And you’re talking.”

“Well then I’m a zombie pirate.I’m still dead.” And then I tickled her.

And thus we then started to play Zombie.

I got out of the Pirate game though. There’s only so many times you can be surprised when she opens the ‘treasure chest’ and it’s ::le gasp!:: empty! So Zombies are a level up.

She ran from me for a bit, I caught her a number of times and tickled her, and eventually that made me turn her into a Zombie.

A four-year old makes an adorable Zombie. She also decided that pixie dust could bring people back to life, and this brought up a question.

Does that mean that pixies are the mortal fictional enemy for zombies?

Zombies Vs. Pixies everyone.

I think I mentioned, as we were turning other people into zombies, that I was gaining many Minions, a Minion army of zombie minions, and she stuck to the word.

To prove this, she woke me up this morning (at the ungodly hour of 11:00am) and asked me if we could play zombies again. She told me that “You can be the mum, and I can be the minion”

O_O;; …….. >__<

She’s too adorable.

To explain the Mum part, sometime last night she decided that I would be the Mum, since I was the Mum of all the Minions.

When she first called me Mum, I had a variety of reactions.

Me: “Did you just call me mum?” (um how?)<inner me<

Gabbie: “Yup!”

Sanity: I got nothing. ::shrugs::

Insanity: BWAHAHA! Teach the Minion to see me as a parent! Guarantee to COMPLETE and UTTER LOYALTY! Brilliant! ::lightning flashes in background::

Sanity writes that down. I decide to just go with it.

‘It’ being me being Mum, not the Minion part.

So I’m the Mum, and she’s the Minion.

Now she’s a Mummy. She’s just told me. (This morning, when she attacked me in my bed, she wrapped herself in my blankets, and I said she looked more like a mummy like that than a zombie. We may play Mummy today rather than Zombie. Great.)

But a new game means that we won’t be going around to each person in the house and making them a Minion again and again and again and again and again and again…. and again…

I know that I’m harping on about getting out of playing games with her, but I have a limited amount of patience that can be used towards playing pretend games when the 4-year-old I’m playing with keeps changing the rules of whichever game we’re playing. She’s fun and adorable, but while the adorable remains a constant, the fun is like a wave. Up and down……………. up down…………………………updown………….

::Sigh::

Lexy may also write about her experiences with Gabbie soon. Or this will get edited with more from her. We talked about doing a joint project, but seeing as how I’ll be in Ottawa, I think the closest it’ll be is me linking to her and her linking to me 😀

Lexy is HERE at goneforawalk.wordpress.com Will link later to anything pertaining to Gabbie and her creative games later.

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Family and ‘Family’

Time with the family is always fun, and as I’ve said before, I’m really glad for the new 2 reading weeks.

Currently, I am again writing on the go, this time in the car.

The family and I are heading out yonder to visit with other family and ‘family’ who all happen to live about 3 hours away.

‘Family’, if you don’t know the term (commonly said with ‘air quotes’) are family friends who you have known since you were little, or have become the ‘chosen’ family of the family.

The ‘family’ that we visit are people who when I was younger I thought that they were aunt/uncle and cousins.

They are still sort-of relatives, but in a secret way.

A ‘secret’ way.

(When I start to mention them, I still refer to them as family though I don’t call them my aunt __ or uncle__ or cousins __, __, and __, but instead call them family while a sort-of twitch/grimace overcomes my face, and then I repeat family with air quotes and then try to explain. It adds about a minute and a half to my explanations, though I’m getting better at shortening it to “They’re family friends”. ‘Secret’ family.)

This ‘Secret’ family has two cats now, the two most adorable tuxedo-ed balls of fluff I’ve see in a while, and Gwynn has very little cat-conversation skills.

This means that he goes ape-shit crazy over felines in general.

We are trying to civilize him to the manner of don’t-try-to-lick-or-drool-on-the-cat Cat manners.

It’s taking some work.

But some family of ours has farm country (I believe that Lexy has mentioned it in her blog at least once) and two dogs, so now that we have Gwynn we have to trust Sammy and Odie to teach our city slicker puppy to NOT go to the other farm turf, and to tire him out suitably. Farm dogs can do that.

In the cartoon world Insanity has made in my mind, cartoon country dogs always have a stalk of grass poking out the corner of their mouths. They’re relaxed, and tired, but turn into army commanders when the dog from the next property over tries to invade their Territory, and savage gang fighters when they meet raccoons.

Army commanders have shades suddenly.

Savage gang fighters style their now-raised hackles into punky spikes.

Insanity giggles.

Eventually I will figure out my scanner and will be able to post my own pictures…

We are also visiting Grandma. She has Alzheimer’s.

Sometimes it’s funny, but generally it’s sad.

One other thing about the relatives with the farm, they have a 4 year old.

We take turns amusing her. I’m posting this (we’re out of the car now :D) and she’s asking me if my laptop is magic.

I didn’t want to lie like I did when she was two, so I pointed to the lights and said that it was as magic as the lights. Of course, lat time I lied to her about electricity being magic, it was asking why a lightbulb works, sooo…

Young kids are adorable, but when you want to do something else, you don’t really want to hook monkeys in a barrel together. What a surprise.

Gabbie says ‘Hi’

ffffffffff FFFFFF fffff  (this is me showing Gabbie how the keyboard works)

Here is Gabbie typing her name:

gabbi sullivan

Isn’t it amazing? mom (also her spelling mom)

The Life of an Interesting Made-Up Character

I just read a book called

“Wolverine

Worst Day Ever”

by Barry Lysa. He’s apparently also known for the story Fanboy and Gothgirl, something that I’ve heard of, but haven’t read.

I might read it now though.

The story is a blog of a Mutant in Xaviers school for the Gifted, and his supremely underwhelming mutant power.

I’m not going to tell you what his power is, as that would likely keep you from reading the book to find out as I did. check out the actual summary HERE, or check it out at the bottom of this blog.

While reading it, I had a similar thought as I had when watching the Julie & Julia movie.

With the J&J movie I wanted to read the blog and do something similar.

With this I wanted to do another blog, this time for a fictional character with some sort of power or problem.

I could do a girl dealing with having suddenly grown a tail, perhaps a monkey tail, or perhaps a boy who loves to swim but ha to quit his schools swimming team because he suddenly develops the ability to breath underwater and the chlorine bothers him.

Something like that.

Or I coud do one about a sibling of a mutant, talking about what it’s like being the sister/brother of someone who can set your hair on fire if they get upset enough.

So many thoughts run through my head about what I COULD do, but nothing quite seems like the best idea. Nothing seems as though I wouldn’t eventually abandon it.

It’s a very cool idea, even though I know that some people would make comments like “does this chick know that she can’t breath underwater?” and “This is soooooo stupid 😐 Why put this trash up here?” which is a bit of a barrier, but I feel as though this would be like making a book, or getting into the mindset of ONE character.

It’s interesting, as you would be able to get everything from only one perspective, as you get in the book I talked about, and it would be interesting if anyone actually became enough of a fan to draw pictures to be put in as well…

Of course, I also wish people would send me pictures anyway, because I love getting pictures 😀

The book was very interesting, and the mutant power is something that you can get your mind around how it might feel like to have it. It’s also written in such a way that says that yes, this might have actually been written by the character, and gives little insights into how Eric is actually feeling, from short blogs that tell of how he misses his mom, to the long blogs that show how much he likes Wolverine.

There’s just so much to it!

Here’s the summary 😀

Hi. My name is Eric Mattias and I have the world’s suckiest mutant power. If you don’t believe me, just read this book and you’ll find out for sure.

Wolverine: Worst Day Ever

I live at Xavier’s School for Gifted Students, which is like home base for the mutants of the world.  You’ve probably seen mutants on TV and learned about them in school, and you probably wish that you could go to school with a bunch of people who have awesome powers. Because you probably think you would get to hang out with the X-Men and fight evil mutants and do stuff like that, but guess what? You would be wrong! Instead, I have to go to school and I play on my computer and I’m alone a lot because — like I said before — I have a sucky mutant power.

So anyway, this book is sort of about my life as a mutant and it’s about my worst day ever. And Wolverine’s worst day ever, too. So read it. Or don’t. It’s up to you.

Very cool huh?

Tell me your thoughts, opinions?

Here and Happy :D

I’ve been home since Friday (it is now Tuesday), and you can never realize quite how much you missed your family until they’re around you for a couple of hours and you start to think about how in a week you’ll be back on a train and going back to Ottawa.

Or wherever you happen to be visiting home from.

I have had a couple of homemade meals now, they were all delicious not-cafeteria-food food, I have learned that the habit of not caring who’s in the washroom has stayed with the Mom, and a tolerance has developed in Lexy.

The other night Lexy and I had to share the washroom (I brush teeth while she does business, then switch), and she finished brushing her teeth and left the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door behind her.

“Um, Hello? Thanks for that?”

She comes back and laughs (it is kind of funny :D) and turns back on the light.

It’s a rather small washroom, so it wasn’t like I was going to get lost or anything, but I don’t like having the light turned off on me, and I haven’t had to pee in the dark since during the summer and using an outhouse at night.

I don’t want to pee in the dark again if I don’t have to.

Later on, she admits to me, while we are both laughing in that way that says you-have-to-be-there, that she had turned out the lights in the automatic way that develops after you’ve done something for as long as you remember, and then when she left she closed the door because she thought that I would want some privacy/ wouldn’t want the door open.

Turn off light and close door to give the occupant of the now-dark room some privacy.

Because I obviously don’t want others to know what I’m doing in the dark of the washroom 😀

*sigh* it’s situations like these that you can only have with family that make you think about how you haven’t had a situation like that in about 2 months.

It’s sad to think that you’ll have to go longer without, but also gives you good blog fodder.

I love being home.

Cheers 😀

On the Road again… Can’t Wait to get off the Road again…

Ottawa is awesome for a number of reasons.

Universty of Ottawa is also awesome for a number of reasons, but the reason I’m thinking of right now is that there are two reading weeks.

I am currently on the train, heading hoooome. It’s about a 5-6 hour drive from Ottawa to Toronto, it’s about a 5 hour train ride 😀

The reason why Ottawa has two reading weeks is because the people who run universities are looking at the stats and noticing that more and more students are committing suicide.

It is for this reason that you can only open your residence window so far, and also the starting point to the awesome idea that is an extra vacation time.

I got to the train station reeeeally early (leaves at 12:20, I got there at 11), and almost got onto the wrong bus to take me to the station…

Buses have a long history of trying to screw with my mind, and the instructions on Google Maps said to get onto the 95 bus heading to Orleans, and the sign on one bus said “95 Trans” with a smaller “Orleans” underneath it.

Thankfully I hesitated before getting on, and that told the bus driver that me getting on was Not To Be, and the next 95 bus said ONLY Orleans on it.

I then asked someone else with a suitcase where the Via Rail station was, they pointed to up a hill and across the street.

Ok.

I got my ticket from an automatic Kiosk thing, and then had to go to one of the people anyway because I didn’t know where to go with my two tickets.

Two Tickets?

Yes, apparently I have to go on this hell ride once more…

Aah… I can see Lake Ontario right now…

Or some other lake, but I’m not so great with geography either, so Lake Ontario it shall be.

Did you know that Via Rail has electrical plugs?

But only for the seat closest to a window.

My computer has…

0:32 minutes of power remaining.

Awkwardness is foiling me in asking the girl next to me if I can use one of the plugs, as well as the fact that I’m veeeerrrryyy close to Toronto now, and it would be ridiculous to plug it in for the last 20-30 minutes of train ride left. And no, I don’t trust my battery not to sudden;y decide that it has less minutes of power remaining in the middle of writing this, and I have saved this as a draft about 3x.

Today, everything is out to get me…

When I’m heading home, I am going to do like everyone else who got to the station early did, and put my bag in line while I wait.

I didn’t, and the line was wrapped around the station entirely.

And I didn’t get a window seat.

Something equally as horrible is likely to happen when I go to get my small suitcase and then try to find whatever car my mom is taking to pick me up in, because I love traveling in the sense that I like going new places.

I hate the actual travelling part, especially when I’m alone.

I’m alooone.

Look up all alone by Gorillaz. I’ll add a link later. (HERE)

Because the train is slowing, and I’m home.

🙂

(This wouldn’t load, so this is actually two days after I got back)

They got HOTT!?

You know how on Facebook you can click to see people who you might know?

Well, a lot of the people I DON’T, and a good portion I DO know, but am not going to send a friend request because, frankly, I know them because I’ve seen them or because they’re in my class, not because they’re actually friends or friendly.

Well, I was looking through the expanded list, when I saw a profile pic that made me stop and thing “No way, that’s S??”

He grew out of his kind of cartoonish face, and decided to work out.

I haven’t seen this guy for about 3 years, as he switched schools just after grade 9, and now he looks like this?!?

I had to see if that was some new development, so I clicked on his profile.

-_-

O_O

Holy Frig do I love those random why-would-you-think-this-would-be-good-for-a-profile-pic chest pictures.

He has definitely been working out.

Holyfrig.

O_O

Just, wow.

A major change from the 5 years that I’ve known him, and just, wow.

I do love the hunky guys my own age… I’m certain that if I creeped through other profiles, I would find more of these hunky I-used-to-know-you guys, but S is hunky in a way that he has a nice face AND body, and unless he’s changed a LOT over the years (and his U of T studentness says that he hasn’t), he’s a smart, nice guy.

I’m happy for him. His tall lankyness filled out wonderfully 😀 I certainly feel like a perv.

Mom, if you EVER read this, please remember that it’s YOU who complains about the lack of grandchildren any time soon, and YOU are the one who commented that our neighbour had nice shoulders when he poked his head out the window a couple of years ago.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.