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I can now go almost entire outings without clinging to my dad's hand for dear life! I've also fallen on my ass twice and broken nothing. ^__^
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INTERNET I SAW THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN TODAY

IT WAS INDEED AMAZING

ALSO I BOUGHT MYSELF A PAIR OF INLINE SKATES AND THEN SKATED NERVOUSLY IN CIRCLES IN THE PARKING LOT FOR A WHILE, HANGING ONTO MY DAD'S HAND THE WHOLE TIME

THEN WE WENT ACROSS THE STREET FOR PIZZA AND I DID NOT FALL ON MY ASS OR GET HIT BY ANY CARS ON THE WAY THERE OR THE WAY BACK

I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED AND SHIT

HI

here is a sentence to reassure you my capslock is not stuck on permanently
lienne: Craig Olejnik staring in total noncomprehension. (emotion: bewildered)
I went to the kitchen to look for a snack and found my dad there, holding a cleaver and looking down at a cutting board with... something... on it. It may possibly have been a pumpkin, if pumpkins came in dark green.

He raised the cleaver and dramatically lopped the thing in half.

Then he balanced one of the halves upright and lopped it in half.

At the point where he was giggling and hacking haphazard chunks off the maybe-pumpkin, I turned around and retreated snackless to my room.

I love my family. XDDD
lienne: A happy, whirring cartoon chainsaw. (emotion: gleeful (perhaps deranged))
Yesterday, I went out shoe shopping with Dad!

For those of you just tuning in, Dad is a long-distance runner. So he gets all these coupons. This one was 30% off any single purchase at the Running Room—a store for running-related stuff like ridiculous aerodynamic shorts and technical fabric shirts that wick away sweat and make you stink like nothing else and, of course, shoes. Running shoes. Real running shoes designed to take you comfortably through a marathon.

I am now the proud owner of a pair of deliciously comfortable men's Asics that I hope will last me through several more years of long walks.

Dad wanted to go to a store he'd never visited before so that nobody he knew would see him buying men's shoes for his daughter, but it was a complete non-issue. The store employee spent a little time figuring out what size I was in men's shoes (eight and a half or nine), and that was that. No trouble, no fuss. *draws hearts on her in retrospect*
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Yeah.

Tiny, adorable ceremony. Eight people, of whom I was the only one on what you might call the groom's side. The woman he married is great for him and they are so sweet together; I d'awwed.

I don't think I will start calling her my step-mother, even though "dad's wife" sounds weird and awkward.

I've tagged this post "thinking of mummy", but really, I haven't been. None of this was about her, which is as it should be.
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So there's this mug.

It's a good mug. I like it. It is large and holds a vast quantity of tea.

It went missing a while ago. I looked in the fridge and I could not find the mug. I looked in the sink and I could not find the mug. I looked on the rack for clean dishes and I could not find the mug. I looked in the dishwasher and I could not find the mug. I looked in all the cupboards and I could not find the mug.

I wrote the following on the whiteboard that we keep on the fridge to record grocery lists:

Where is this mug? )

Some days later, I came back to find this:

Taken away by a bug! )

And the mug itself, happily ensconced in the sink:

Here is this mug! )

Guys, I think there was a flame war on my fridge. XD
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My dad is an incompetent seamstress. I, on the other hand, just undid six inches of tight stitching with a toothpick. Who's the man? I'm the man.
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09:47 la la la icons la la zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz #

17:11 *has a webcomic and it's GOING TO BE AWESOME GUYS* #

18:04 finished today's icons \o/ tinyurl.com/6qbmlc now to work on tomorrow's >.> #

20:05 Surreality of the Day: "Did you get any lightning in your room?" "No, Dad. I did not get struck by lightning. I think you'd notice." #

21:03 has carrot muffins and they are delicious. Mooshy, but delicious. #

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17:45 Surreal moment of the day: Dad knocks on door, holds out laundry basket. "Do you know where this laundry basket is?" Me: ".............yes?" #

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Someone tell me why I gave my dad a link to this journal?

Now I'm just going to have to flock all the posts where I bitch about him.

Also, hi dad. *waves*

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