The Heart of a Princess
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Feb. 18, 2009
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The Epitamy of Stupidity..
Hello~
Storm clouds rumbled along sullenly today, adding to how uneventful the has been. The middle of the week seldomly has much excitement; I used it all up yesterday when I finally recovered from the schedule change of the rest on Sunday. It never ceases to throw me off. *grins* I had TAB yesterday with Audrey, you know, the new youth services person at Lancaster Library. She knows how to plan a fun party, I'll give her that. Ten points for bringing Pocky sticks. But there isn't much service "work" going on. We did help plan for the Reading Program this coming summer and for that I am grateful. Last year's prizes were useless to me, but this year I'll be getting theater tickets! I can't believe it; this is my chance to see The Nut Cracker on stage. Plus, we'll be getting useful prizes like clock-bookmarks and mood pencils at the end of the party as well as one of the best foods know to man: ice cream.
I was again invited to join the book club, but I really can't say I have any interest at all. Not only are, in my opinion, the majority of "Teen Books" short and choppy, but even when the touch on subjects these authors think help they have very little edifying value. Come on now; if almost every book has at least one part about someone fornicating or coming incredibly close graphically described, what good is it? I don't want to read that. I have enough trouble not thinking about it without knowing the details of how it's done. *sighs heavily* Thinking about such things, wanting to is normal and healthy, but thoughts turn to actions and I really don't believe these authors know the damage they're doing. In addition, none of them touch on the issues I want to read about: growing up, saving money, getting married, raising children, being a real mother not a working mom. I can't understand why it's okay to talk about how psycologically damaging abuse is, but not okay to expose the fact that the reason all these problems with children are starting: bad health, behavior, depression, the reason people can't live within their means, the reason people get divorced is because Mommy isn't home.
Why stay together, living together, eating each others food if you don't need each other?
If your living separate lives?
Why isn't it okay to mention how damaging TV can be?Why is it not okay to mention God, but okay to mention witchcraft? Are those subjects just too heavy for us "children"? Or are they just not "fun" enough to read about?
The world can't be all about whats fun, and if these teenagers have any hope of becoming proper adults they have to start now. Yes I'm a teen, and, yes, I love hanging out with friends and playing on the computer and playing games, but this is my last four years to learn all I need to know before the full weight of adulthood is heaved on my shoulders.
So, that being such a hefty argument, practically an epistle. *laugh* There's one girl who goes to the meetings that I'd really like to get to know, and yet I'd rather not play devils advocate and ruin their party. I might decide to later, but in all honesty, I'm not brave enough right now.
But that was yesterday.
Today's excitement didn't happen till this evening. Nine o'clock rolled around, and in this house, with Dad's late shift at work, we have supper along the British clock. I'd already eaten early and Mom was feeling nauseous due to he unrelentant headache so that left Dad. Who could have anything (nearly anything, we don't have caviar), he wanted. He of course chose grilled cheese and canned soup.
I mean, what else could be more satisfying? *smirk*
He really is easy to please when he wants to be. It's a quick meal, no mess and limited clean up. Grilled cheese isn't something you can mess up either, not as a seasoned cook as myself. So I rushed into cooking. Gathering my supplies first, I took out the bread, the butter, the cheese. Now I had a sight problem - the butter was frozen solid from being kept inside the fridge and therefore un-spreadable. So it made perfect sense to place it over the relatively hot toaster. After doing so, I turned away to finish eating my absolutely delicious pistasio muffin, focusing solely on eating the soft cakey, insides of the crust.
That is until I smelt something.
I turned around, unalarmed at first to find the butter soft alright. It was melting into the toaster right along with the plastic butter dish itself! Quickly as I could I grabbed it, ran around franticly in a circle a few times, and then placed it butter side-up in the kitchen sink yelling the first thing that came to mind.
"Mom!"
Now, this says something about my competence and I'm not exactly sure it says anything good. The point is the smoke detector didn't go off, the butter dish was only plastic (glass, with the cool butter against a heated dish, would have shot everywhere), and Wal-Mart has an endless supply of cheap, flimsy, disposable toasters. (Oh! and all butter dishes, including Rubbermade brand, have this weak spot where it will ooze when it melts to look like someone pushed their finger through it!) The moral of the story? Don't put anything on your toaster besides bread. Things get hot and therefore: they get melty.
All kidding aside, that was not an escapade I'm willing to repeat. *yaws* I learned my lesson for today.
Toasters and plastic. Heh, well, so not mixy things.
Blessings, Your Friend,
Gabby
PS~ That is the only time such a thing has happened to me, excluding the time I scorched the big yellow pot. *shakes head*
PSS~ Mom is making fun of me again she says I was trying to toast the butter. She was like: So you where going to put cold bread on toasted butter?
Hah! Funny.
Just wait till she goes senile. Then we'll see whose funny. |
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