Escape at the Park #7

Lauren raced down the lane heedlessly. She glanced back to catch sight of her pursuers. They were loudly bearing down on her. A cyclist dodged two noisy children with an empty leash. Some adults casually tossed a frisbee back and forth. She coiled her body into a leap catching the frisbee. "Hey, that dog should be leashed," a disgruntled player shouted.

Prize in mouth. Lauren took off again. This was so much more fun than walking. Anna and Simon were so slow. They quarreled with each other frequently. It causes pain in her sensitive ears to be nearby. Setting her new toy down, she went to the edge. Panting, she slipped down the creek's slope and lapped water. 

She cocked an ear listening to the twins whining. "Auntie will be angry as us," whined Simon. Anna cried, "I told you taking the dog was bad. I didn't think a dog would impress Graham at all. Especially an unruly one like Aunt Emily's."

"Lauren!" Lauren glanced up the slope and caught sight of Elena. "Come here, girl! Your mommy will worry," she soothingly called. Fetching up her frisbee, Lauren raced to Elena for cuddles. Cuddles were great, until you wanted down again. Elena turned to scold Anna and Simon. "Didn't you think Emily would miss her treasured pet? They sent me to fetch you back. I missed my favorite show because of you."

Well, I missed several days. Go figure. I'll write these out in bursts and hopefully work up to a page on topic.
#2
My husband got a job that is not a contract. I cannot wait until I get caught up on bills.
#3
Malak doesn't like me. I'm pretty sure he wants me dead or gone. Probably both at once, I hope he likes bloodless hands.
#4
I really wish I could oblige him. That would get me out from under his staring glare. I shouldn't have burned his toaster up during dinner. I should leave before he sees his car.
#5
I love reading fairy tale variations. You get new insight with each new twist. My favorite one has a fox in it. The fox perseveres gracefully until the end. We should all aspire to that.
#6
If I told the truth here, I'd be lying somewhere. There's always something that I'm unaware of. I don't pay attention very well at all. I just want to chatter and make things up as I go. That's creative license, right?

Way of the Cheetah: Day 1

I'm going to try this Way of a Cheetah thing for writing. I'm supposed to write a meaningful sentence (10 words max) and then double this for the next day. I'll use this for a journal. Here it goes:

• I wish my jobless husband would help with household chores.

I think that nails it.

New Job

I got a job working for White Lion Games. Yeah Magic TG!
I walked out with $60 in my purse last night. Felt great to know it was mine and I earned it. I like being able to get money so my baby can have presents(Christmas). I rediscovered a book I wanted and thought I'd started a wish list. Well it's here now! I've been keeping up with housework and playing tea party. It's getting old.

I'm finally accepting that my husband has a sleep problem. At first I wanted to stay it was his fault, but after living with him for four years, it's clearly a disorder. The reason I had so much trouble believing him is I was raised in a strict disciplined environment you rose and slept on a time slot. No aberration was allowed. He tries but restlessly fails. It hurts knowing that he accepts 9-to-5 jobs to meet his obligations to his daughter and me. I sincerely hope that he can find either a niche that allows him to sleep naturally and still fund us or finds his calling and pioneers into something he loves. I really throwing my weight to the latter. It'd be more of a blessing. I'm doing more than I was, so maybe I can help out more when she's in school.

Wish List

Heart of a Hunter Madeline Baker
Frostfire Lynn Viehl
Tempt me at Twilight Lisa Kleypas
4th Bride Book Nora Roberts Nov

Steak and potatoes

I bought steak for my bro, his fiancee and me. I guess the baby gets PBJ again. I gotta make some potatoes to go with them and bring some rolls. I've been getting along with my youngest brother while my parents are out of town.

I can come out [of my room] now.

"Gee, thanks Dad."
I'm 24, staying as a guest at your house with my 2 year old, and you sent me to my room for 'slamming' pans in protest for being called out on not doing them last night.

Seriously?

Seriously, folks. Guests at my parents' house are expected to go to their room for picking up two pans at once and making them clank in order to start the dishwater to wash them. The only thought in my head regarding him at the time was I should probably wait until he's out of the kitchen; and forget about these until later. But, then he'd be yelling at me then, and that's uncool too.

Yes, for the more mature reader, I know I'll always be a child in my parents' eyes. But I got sent to my room for trying to comply and yelled as opposed to "Good morning" over two pans(one of which was mine) that I had every intention of washing after I did my hair, which happened to be what I was doing at the time of the yelling fit on his part. Then he had the nerve to come in here thirty minutes later and tell me "You can come out of your room now." *laughter* I'm sorry I think I'm going to stay in my room until your ass is out of the house because you're too civil and 'pleasant' for me to stomach.