I think it was a series or at least it was more than one book with lot's of different stories.
I remember a couple of stries...
One with this boy who wouldn't eat much and the lady gave his mother a set of plates. every day his mom would give him a plate of food on a plate and each day she gave him a smaller plate (and fork, spoon, knife, and cup too) eventually the boy grew so weak from not eating that his mother gave him a full plate of food normal size and he ate it all, curing him of his lack of appetite.
Another story was of a girl who wouldn't take a bath.
the lady gave her mom a packet of seeds and when the girl got so dirty her mother planted seeds on her but allowed her to not bathe if she chose. Ebventually she grew into a garden and agreed to take a bath.
Can any one help me out?
- Location:Bedroom
- Music:27- Fall out boy
In that regards, I began the calendar year of 2009 running about a house party completely naked. Just like in 2004.
I was still in Portland, living as a sort of live-in-maid to a vapid California princess. Things came to a head one Firday night in January while I was terribly sick and couldn't work anymore for the eveing. An argument followed, including the Things Said That Can't Be Taken Back. Luckily, I wasn't kicked out that very evening, and had a chance to get my stuff together. I had very little money, yet had the forsight to stow away the "Seattle Fund", $50 in an envelope which afforded me the Greyhound ticket up to Seattle, plus a bit of "walking-around money".
My little adventure in Seattle could be a lengthy post in itself, but I'll spare you having to skim across even more writing until later. Still, it's weird looking back at 2009 and remembering the two months spent there: sleeping beside the Ship Canal near an otter's nest, living in those tent cities, living in a coffee roaster, walking around the Fremont neighborhood with its 1990's-era public art before dawn, the colorful Gasworks Park, Pike Palce Market. Spring came early. One day in the first week of March, I was sitting on the green grass near Olympic Sculpture Garden in a short-sleeved shirt, the yellow West Coast sun lightly toasting my arms.
Then I was back in Portland, in my friend's downtown apartment for a week. A silver Amtrak train sped me more than halfway across the country in 36 hours, and I was in Minneapolis again. And winter had returned to me. Spring came very late, midway through April.
Nothing dictated my year more than the lull in the economy. Day after day, I got up and asked for job applications, but only one out of a hundred places actually had one on hand. I was incredibly lucky that I didn't become homeless. It wouldn't be until July that I'd get low-paying, exploititive day labor at a processed-food-plant hell.
Had a nice but fairly uneventful summer, going on several bicycle camping trips throughout the warm months.
Then, work dropped off very suddenly, and I was practically at square one. The days were getting shorter and colder, and once again homelessness threatened me.
I was at the brink of near-insanity with being broke, bored, and the constant chance of losing my home. Then I got a pretty good job, and a new friend, Corinne, at just the right time.
Had I written this account in detail, it'd be several pages long. And this has been a comparatively eventless year for me. But that's how my life is, and how it hopefully will be.
Featured a large family that moved to another, larger house in the same town. It is NOT Ten Kids, No Pets - although this family also had theme naming (all the kids were named after plants... I believe there was a boy Dogwood or something equally embarrassing) and also had some sort of "hiding a pet cat" subplot. At one point somebody may have gone through a coal chute? Or I may be adding that in from another book.
It's a quite small book and is basically the story of Cinderella but set in Venice. I remember there were two twin brothers from a once rich family. One day one of the two brothers meets a slave girl in the market and makes a bet that if he can eat a basket of fruit he can keep the girl. So he comes up with a scheme: he eats some goes home (to puke them out?) and his brother goes in his place. Anyway in the end he gets the girl and marries her and they have a daughter. And then he and his wife set off to find riches in the far East and leave their daughter behind to grow up with her uncle. Because he is very poor he marries a rich widow and she and her daughters move in with him and they don't treat his niece very well. The girl one day when in the harbor meets a knight going to the Crusades (when his helmet falls in the water she dives and retreats it for him). After that there is a description of the guy's adventures, one involving a dead guy who helps him because he burried his body when no one else would (or something like that). When he returns he is very rich and all and there is a ball in his honor. The evil sisters and their mother plan to go but the girl can't. At the night of the ball the girl's mother returns and gives her a dress and her glass shoes someone had made for her wedding and the girl goes to the ball. Then it's pretty much the same as Cinderella. I don't know what year it was publiced because I got it for free from a Greek newspaper. Any help is appreciated!
The book had involved an olive tree, or so I believe.
Sorry for the lack of details, but the title or author would be great to know.
Thanks !!
Any ideas what it was?
Also, I heard a song on the radio earlier today. It was on an alternative station and I am betting the song was new. The singer was male and the music reminded me a little bit of Yellowcard. The lyrics I remember are "we are the face/you are the face" and "hopeless and senseless." I have tried checking the radio's website, but the playlist is down.
- Mood:
curious

2009 is over and that's fine with me. This has been one of the most shitty years of my adult life so far. Everything, and I really do mean everything, that could get really screwed up did. I have been having reoccurring nightmares of being stuck back with my "mothers" side of the family.
I am thankful for the good things I have, which I focus on to take the feeling of being circled by sharks away, even if it's just for a little bit. The new manager at work is going to client management and to our management to stop clients from treating our department like slaves. He's a really smart guy and I'm rather hopeful to a point.
I am continuing to focus also on the special nice moments that occur out of the blue. This morning I got to see a very large hawk land on top of a telephone pole. I slowed down so I could get a good look at him when I passed. We made eye contact and he flew off, he must have gotten creeped out. I try to remember the times I was able to save turtles crossing the road this year. I am honestly really happy about that.


I love these two guitars and would love to have them. I know when I show AnnMarie she will say "you havn't been playing the other ones."
It sucks I get home and I'm totally drained. When I'm at working listening to Avantasia, Ayreon, Everything But the Girl, Joe Satriani, and Lara Fabian I just want to come home and play guitar and bass to that music. I end up not doing it. In a perfect setting for us I would love to have a six string Tobias bass with an SWR redhead amp, sit in the toy room and play along to Everything But the Girl. That would be so much fun, or with a Fender Jazz Bass (seafoam green).
Anyone know what I'm talking about? I really liked the song but I didn't catch the artist or title.
EDIT: Found, thanks to bppubjr. =)
it's a girl with a really melodic voice.
i googled, couldn't find anything :(

Last night my new series of BeGoth dolls arrived by FedEx. My step-Mom sent them for Christmas. I didn't get a chance to take photos yet.
The good thing about the cold weather is that most nights all three of the cats stay with us in the living room, instead of just one. I'm so thankful to have the cats with us, even though they can get into trouble at times.
I'm glad to have a three day weekend ahead of me. I doubt that I will be able to leave early today though. The clients have been dumping large amounts of work. Most times they get bitter if we leave early on a holiday when they have to stay late themselves. On top of that I have to go in early today, oh happy day.
I'm still pretty stressed out for the most part. I've been trying my best to be distracted as I can be from time to time with other things.
AnnMarie will have a three day weekend as well. I'm very happy about that.
I can't remember if its a book or a movie, but its about a child (can't remember the sex) who has bad dreams and then refuses to sleep. And they stay awake for many nights
I don't know if its an English or Danish book/movie.
Does anyone know what I'm talking about?
- Mood:
working
That's about all I saw of the video. I know it's very vague but I hope someone can help me identify this music video. It seemed kind of cool and I remember liking what little I heard of the song.
Thanks in advance!
ETA: It's in a web format.
We read another poem about a woman who is grieving the death of her husband I think. I want to say the woman is Romanian or something like that. I think the poem centers around an article of clothing like a scarf or a body part.
EXAMPLE "If you saw an ex or one night stand you would a. b. or c. I picked wave and say hello" It then told me something like "You arent embarrassed to confront people whether they are your life time friend or a one night fling, you will always say hello" We didnt talk about it to much but it was always listed in questions of situations.
Does anyone know anything about this book or type of characterizing?
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2.) Does anyone know the original source for the following gif:

Many thank yous.
