With the help of Mr Hemingway the younger, I was able to catch enough sand bass and crappie (pronounced cropy) to have a good old fashioned Southern fish fry. There will be home fries and collard greens and biscuits and sweet tea and lemonade to go along with it.
I wish I could go home and see my mother and father for a couple of days. I'm really missing them, I keep trying to distract myself with my shop, but it's not enough. This place does get lonely when you don't even know what to do with yourself.
I've been here seven weeks now. I only just managed to not offer to pay for food in the food court. Progress?
Anyway, I haven't seen me going home any time soon, so I guess I'm wondering if there's work out there that needs doing?
Back home, I've worked as a janitor and orderly in a hospice for almost 13 years (I've got a folder full of certifications for medical training if that helps), and I've done all sorts of maintenance and gardening work before that (although I'm not good at engines once you get past the basic stuff everyone can fix). I'm more than willing to do anything that needs doing, really.
New door, people! Looks like Miguel's begging worked, it's going to Coruscant from today until the end of August, and apparently it's the year 33 BBY, whatever that means. It opens into an alleyway behind some nightclub (I can't read the writing so I don't know what it's called).
I don't mind being a girl so much (though for the record I would like to be a guy again soon please and thank you), spending most of the last twelve months in Elyssa's body cured me of that. Being short? Pain in the ass!
Alright everybody. I've been feeling a little homesick. I went through the door to New York and did quite a bit of shopping. April 1st is Easter and we're going to have a full, old fashioned Southern Easter dinner.
Apricot Ginger Glazed Ham Potatoes Au Gratin Skillet Asperagus Broccoli Corn Bread Deviled Eggs Potato Salad Pasta Salad
Sweet Iced Tea
And for dessert
Coconut Cake Cherry Pie Buttermilk Pie Sock It To Me Cake
If anybody has any requests, let me know and I'll see what I can do.
I've noticed there are a lot of new people, and people who have been sleeping quite a long time...
Hi, Hello. For those who don't know me, I am Brynhild. Or Brynn for short.
I have opened up a club, Bad Things II, close to the University. It is a two-storied club. The very front is styled for those who aren't into the dance theme, with a bar and a wall of booze. And behind that is the dance floor and stage. On the upper floor is set up with hookahs. And plenty of shadowy corners.
Ther is also a pool for the merpeople to enjoy the music and dancing.
Also... I should warn you all that even those shadowy corners are recorded and the cameras in this place are very on point with the detail. The cameras are there for your safety, though! I will not put anything seen on the network.
I was starting to get a little worried because Franny is nearly 18 months old and isn't talking yet. She hasn't uttered her first word. This especially bothered me because the boys have pretty good vocabularies for neatly three year olds. But before seeking medical advice, I put the kids in their room and just watched.
The problem is most definitely not a medical one. Franny isn't talking because she doesn't have to talk. The boys are doing everything for her. She just points and they get what she wants. They call out for me when she wants attention.
Here is where the advice comes in. I know that she will need to learn how to talk eventually and I'm afraid that's going to take a while if her brothers keep helping her, but at the same time I don't want to discourage their helpfulness. How can I make it so that Franny needs to verbalize what she wants or needs without making the boys feel like helping her is bad?