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Boy: Mommy, Kiki and Masarat have the same face.

Me:(Aware that Kiki does not have a twin and having never heard about Masarat) Really?

Boy: Well, Masarat’s face is a little longer than Kiki’s. But they have the same face.

Me: (Wondering if Masarat might a new student who is Asian, like Kiki; as Kiki is the only Asian girl my son has ever met in our small Midwestern town of 6000 people) Are Masarat’s eyes like Kiki’s?

Boy: No, but they have the same face other than that.

Me: (wondering if there is another girl named Kiki that I don’t know about in his school) Sweetie, what language does Kiki speak at home?

Boy: Chinese, I think.

Me:(Yup, that is the Kiki I know about. We have large African and Hispanic immigrant populations in our town, hence the next question.) What language does Masarat speak at home?

Boy: Her mommy and daddy speak French.

Me: (trying to figure out how these two girls look the same) Do Kiki and Masarat have the same color of skin?

Boy: (looks at me like I am crazy) No. Kiki is pink like me, and Masarat is really dark brown.

Me: Okay…

Boy: But they still have the same face.


I wrote something

In Answer
by ladytory

You were sunlight slipped through rain
warm, golden
You were music traveled down telephone lines
in the dark

I can still hear your fingers on the strings
remember bedrooms slept in when you
long-distance played me deep into sleep

You were dancing, movies, the mall and
warm leather jackets

A smile to big to believe
A voice deep enough to drown
Sixteen and beautiful
Twenty-four and terrified

You were the one who always needed but
never really wanted

You were hands in denim pockets, flannel shirts,
cigarettes and chew

I almost kissed you that last time
Stood in your dad’s driveway
Neither quite able to let go
(Did you know it was the last time?)
Wanted to tell you to spit that crap out
Then kiss you until my tongue
Was wintergreen nicotine numb
(I didn’t.)

You were a person and persona
a character, a dream
a friend and a stranger
an aching kind of comfort
what if, if only
often a regret

You were loved, here or gone, some
twenty years

Take it. No need to give it back.

You have always been a gift.
These days I miss the poetry of life,
the slam of words against my heart,
the kiss of language inside my mouth.
So, I am putting this here 1) Because I doubt terribly many people are still reading here as I hardly ever post and 2) because the majority of my Facebook friends don't need to start crying again.

Yesterday, I buried one of my best friends who I have known since I started junior high. Our lockers were right next to each other for 4 years in high school. Most of my best, funniest and favorite stories from that time in my life feature her prominently. She was 36. She had 4 children 16, 10, 6 and 5.

Her son who just turned 5, is my son's best friend. They were on the same t-ball team this summer, they are in the same pre-K class. For the entire school year, until a few weeks ago when I started back to work, I gave her son a ride to and from school every day to make it easier for her to go back to school to become a nurse. Since I started work, Max's dad has been helping out in the same way. Her son's only request for his 5th birthday party was that he and Max(my little guy) get to go to a local play place/arcade together for the day. So that was what we did. I remember thinking, and I am pretty sure I said that the two of us would probably be doing this for years to come-- watching our two boys together as they played sports and went through school together. I was looking forward to it.

But Friday, on her way to nursing school, she swerved to miss a deer and her van went off the road. She was not wearing her seat belt.

And now I don't get to watch our boys grow up together WITH her. But I feel like I should do it FOR her. And for her little boy who now has no mommy to watch him grow up.
I got myself a tumblr. if anyone wants to follow: http://ladytory.tumblr.com/
So, mostly I have been crocheting all day trying to finish an order for baby blanket and matching beanie hat, interspersed with breaks to wallow around in Reichenbach reaction Sherlock fic.

For the slashily inclined, I highly recommend emmagrant01's Light in the Darkness (S/J)It was basically everything my brain wanted after the episode, so of course spoilers abound!

Have also seen some nice fic from Molly's POV, which I am greatly enjoying as well.

I think I may have a new obsession. I need new icons.

My Owl Finally Arrived!!

I am NightWatch188 on Pottermore!!

Comment here if you would like to be added!

I was silly and did not write down everyone's names as they were posted here.

See you there!!!

ETA: Got sorted into RAVENCLAW!!!! Yay!

Merlin Meme Hee hee!

You're Merlin!
You're Merlin!
Take What character from "Merlin" are you? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.</p>
Life hasn't been easy for you, and you sometimes wonder who you can really rely on. You trust your own judgement, but you're not above asking for advice when you think you need it.

You are an original thinker. You love learning new things and are very creative. You are a deep thinker and quite spiritual. You can be slightly eccentric.

You're really not the tidiest person in the world!

You have an excellent sense of humour and people naturally warm to you because of your kindness, your good humour and your sense of fun.

Jun. 4th, 2011

Just saw the latest X-Men Movie. X-Men First Class. SPOILERS! Close your eyes and scroll on past if you don't want even the slightest spoilers!!!

Spoiler free space

Mark my words fangirls, mark my words:

The Professor Xavier/Magneto slash fic is going to be EPIC.

EPIC, I tell you.

At one point in the movie, I honestly thought that they were going to kiss. They didn't, but they could have and it would not have been out of character for either one of them. And it would have fit in with the story and the dialogue. So there is THAT.

I give it three days.


My kid used the word "bite-force transducer" correctly in a sentence tonight at dinner. I think that he might be watching the Discovery Channel Dinosaur Essentials DVDs a BIT too much.

And a passing public service announcement to people writing up their profiles for internet dating sites: "Conceded" and "Conceited" are two different words with two very different meanings. I am going to change my profile to reflect the fact that I am looking for a man who actually knows the difference between the two.

Happy Birthday Max!!!

Some of you may remember this post from approximately four years ago.

He has gone from this:

to this

Happy 4th Birthday to my little man!!!

How did he get so big???



I am doing twitter.

Okay so it is mostly because of Bradley James, but I might actually use it for other stuff eventually.

ladytory75 there if you want to read about the inanity of my boring life.

Mar. 24th, 2011

I had a few crap days this week.

Just feeling down about my life situation, but I reminded myself that it really is my choice how I approach my change in circumstances and how I approach my future. I can choose not to listen to the negative thoughts in my head and I can choose not to have pity parties for myself.


I choose life.

which made me think of Trainspotting

which made me think that I would choose Ewan MacGregor as well

you know, if he were an option.

Mar. 22nd, 2011

I just want to say that today I have on a pair of size 16 jeans (okay so they are from Old Navy so that sizing may be slightly suspect) and a shirt that is just a plain old XL.

It has been a really long time since I could just shop in the regular section of the stores.

It makes me feel pretty good.

I just had to share the joy and put that out there :)


Love letters

Dear George Killian,
Thanks for the Irish Red.
Drunk Me

Dear hermette
Thanks for the Friday Free For All round robin.
Drunk Me

Dear Max,
Thanks for going to sleep early tonight.
Your mommy loves you very much.
Love you always,

Dear Inny Bitches,
Thanks so much for the Skype chatting.
You keep me sane, even through all the crap I have had to put up with in RL lately. If it wasn't for you I have no idea how much more I would be spending on therapy. I can't wait for Chicago this summer.
Love you,
Drunk and sober me

Dear LJ friends,
I would do a link so everyone could click on you, but you know, refer to letter #1. Thanks so much for all the love and support over the years. You guys and ladies rock. Thanks for letting me read about your lives, and even if I don't always comment I still love you all, pray for you and send positive vibes for all of your endeavors from school to careers to health and family.
Love you bunches,
Me (sober and drunk)


/drunk posting


Oh Spring
Tell me you are here to stay
I could not bear if you left, again
Not after this kiss of a day
Letting me taste
The wind-wrapped, warm sun
In your mouth

It's a great time to be alive...

Yesterday, I was sitting at my parent's kitchen table crocheting a scarf and marginally participating in a discussion of the pros and cons of different types of chickens and which we should get for butchering and which we should get to keep as laying chickens...

all while reading Merlin/Arthur slashy goodness on my Nook Color.

You know I could have been sitting in any farm house kitchen in the past 50 or even 100 years right up until that last part. :D



Tonight's Agenda:

1. Chatting on ye olde Skype

2. Drinking the beer.

3. Writing Merlin/Arthur porn.

I have such an exciting life.

Merlin Fic: What Matters Most

Wow, look at that, I actually wrote a fic!

Title: What Matters Most
Author: ladytory
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: ~1600
Rating: PG-13 (if that)
Warnings: Minor character death
A/N: Thanks to miz_tith and ladytonks for braving this fic to do my beta work.
Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity.

Summary: If that were in fact the case...He would have been sitting on Uther’s throne juggling conjured dragons, and not on a cold patch of earth that could be seen from Arthur’s chambers but not the king’s.

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Ahhh Friday, how I've missed you...

I know I am a stay at home mom, but Fridays still feel awesome.

I am going to the Mexaurant for margaritas tonight with a couple of friends so that is awesome. I honestly cannot remember the last time that I went out with friends at night. Also in calling old friends to see if they wanted to join us, I finally got reconnected with some friends that I should have been talking to the whole 4 years that I have been back here. Oddly, it is at times like this that I get nervous and turn into the seven year old girl who didn't get invited to the slumber party and thinks that no one wants to hang out with me. It was nice to have old friends be glad to hear from me.

We told Max that his daddy is going to have his own room in the basement. I figured that we needed to because Dave's new mattress is being delivered today. He doesn't seem to be taking it too bad. I think what seems to be throwing him more is that I am going out tonight. He knows that Daddy sometimes goes out with his friends, but apparently Mommy's don't get to do that!

I am desperately in love with my Avett Brothers station on Pandora. It is amazingly music I can write to, which I have seriously needed.

I need a cocktails icon I think, now that I am a single lady and all.

Any one in the Merlin fandom wanna take a look at my wee little fic??




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