Anybody Parents?

for the record:
it was just ONE beer, than another ONE and then another ONE- and i shared this one beer with Shannon and Myra who were with me - and the fernet was her idea to keep safe from vampires on the way home - and it worked, we didn't met no vampire - so the fernet is justified too.
the singing was done by Shannon and Elen - i did the walking and Myra did something nobody remembers.


little escapades: three beer in ten seconds, six intervals per minute, stupor and delirium after ?? minutes - i'll be generous: one and a half?

i am not responsible for things noone remembers, i always know when i have enough, i didn't sang no IRA and no chieftain and i still believe it was three o'clock... so i am innocent, still a decent girl and in not a case for the peoples judgement.
and because it's my responsibility and duty now i call for justice:
still sleeping i was deserted and left alone early in the morning, only to be ambushed by a wild bunch of sleep wear armored cave girls and their favorite, nearly brainless apemonkey who usually does the hard work.
i fought bravely against overwhelming odds including vicious flank attacks and was finally overwhelmed.
i was protracted halfnaked by the apemonkey who slavishly followed every order of his wild mistresses, i already mentioned that he's nearly brainless - and taken to the cave girls cave.
there my suffering continued, i was tortured until my resistance broke and finally i was seduced by some unknown exotical little-girls-charm that kept me the whole time in bed until high noon, as a plaything of the cave girls still pretending to be little girls, but at least my feet warmed a bit.
i have to mention that i was made to read at least half of the "little witch" stories to the girls and i still find it somehow meaningful and worth mentioning. and i never got a fine breakfast but a sore throat, but even the specuull camomile/sage brew was already gone, so i missed that too.
then it was already too late and so i had to hurry to show up too late to work and my co-workers laughed at me because i wore different stockings on my again cold feet and i still feel ashamed from being asked:
rough night, wasn't it.
returning to the place of my earlier defeat nobody was there, only a note left behind informed me that i had to attent the wednesday' special - already mentioned earlier in this topic.
driven by some strange and unearthly urge i dressed up for winter warfare and went to the battlefield. i had to join the side opposing the chairman of the peoples court - and there fate was just waiting for me:
after stopping some of this creatures wild attacks it went even wilder, but all my previous suffering and the false accusations i had to find later steered my right foot for a glorious moment of revenge:
direct hit on the forehead from a mere 20 meter distance... and the creature fell like an oak... bumb!!!
i am a decent girl and sometimes i abhore violence and malicious glee afterwards, and i am not good enough for steve crass and the u.s. - BUT I AM STILL HAPPY ABOUT MY 20 METER BOMB!!! YES I AM!!!

don't call her "lil'" girl - the evil in the world will only making fun of her - or she'll turn out to be a cave girl too...

 

In his function as the favorite familiar of the mystical cave girl tribe the apemonkey would apologize for any inconvenience if he had the brains left to do so - but the poor thing just had to do his job and has to give notice of opposition to the attempt to relate said innocent cave girls to any kind of broom riding figures of old time superstitions.
Until the mathematical mysteries of the mentioned beer consume including the vampire antidot are lifted and the suspected accomplices are questioned about further suspicions like wild dancing, cheeky behavior and "forgotten" deeds on the way home, the court is adjourned.

ps: The creature at the receiving end of the 20-meter-bombs line of flight, former chairman of the peoples court, won't be able to type at least for the next days, still pretending not to know what hit him or why, what's a peoples court or what's it all about. Case closed.
It should be finally mentioned, that the mystical tribe of cave girls and their favorite apemonkey familiar are considering to takeover the peoples court to fulfill their historical duty to bring this noble expression of peoples will to a new and unknown blossom.

 

[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGTjYkj08RE[/video]

 

Great idea to catch decent girls with a net - but the shooty stuff isn't approved by the mistresses', they decided to keep the pillow mace for the general tech-level.

Christ-mess surprise in the mail:
The girls will become german girls spangled with everything the fatherland has to offer at monday, january 17th 2011, 9.00 am. We have to appear in full numbers at the registrar's office, portrait pictures will be made by the office to ensure the standards of the new security-id, allowing to do direct internet business too.
And we will get the official child benefits from the end of january on too - hurray, so we have money to save for the fee for three places in kindergarden next year - provided that we are able to find one...
Life in a modern multi-cultural democratic society is wonderful, isn't it? :/

And I caved in too:
The local stuffed animal population will have some apemonkey and raven increase I earned during a morning raid admidst the teeming masses of almost-last-minute consuments. Yes, I am guilty, but facing my anti-patriotic defeat I somehow had to fight shame with shame and Roland the raven will enjoy a bit of relief from all the strain.
The girls will spend the evening with a neighbor and her kids, we'll eat with them and they will have something to to unwrap, but Lil and I will silently slip away and contribute to an all-nighter with homeless and the food-not-bombs people, so no lost soul has to search for a lousy sheep pen this night.

 

@butcher - after i barely escaped being lynched - and again: i did everything i did only to further the cause... - i am really glad to see you giving further inspiration to my future persecution... nets to catch...

yes, the increased population has it's drawbacks and i wasn't that happy about the cave-in - but somehow we aren't that sure about keeping the whole christmess-thing back, the little girls charme worked again...
Roland the raven is important to the girls, constantly wandering from one to the other since Vassil used him "telling" stories about being ill and throwing up and somehow they lost much of their panic/unease about what was happening to them. So Vassil would never have him - ergo Roland has to get some fledglings, too bad that there weren't different ravens avaliable, but i made up some bandannas in different colours to keep them distinguishable from each other, may luck decide which girl get which colour.
the apemonkey is another edutainment hit, somehow inspired by the Kinks' song about the apeman and the girls love Vassil doing the ape, he's a natural talent... and again, we have to get three at once. to keep them individuals they got differently coloured socks - and that's i lost one of my last fetishes from the girl's baby age... and before anybody else comes up with this truth: yess, mothers are always loosers...
because Vassil forgot about the wrapping paper i dyed some cloths in batic-technix, Vassil had to massacre some newspaper to construct kind of nests - so the girls get some intresting packages to unwrap and i'm curious how they will react to it. previous gifts were always "oh look what i've found here..." but it's their first halfways conscious fest this time - so let there be wrappings - and they are re-usable too.
our hosts too get a little something and we share the cooking, we'll spend the afternoon and early evening in their appartment and try to escape after the give-away - at least the girls won't have to miss the apemonkey. and with the allnighter we make good for our inconsequence about consumerism, a few of the homeless people will play guitar and somehow i hope they don't sing too many of those frightfully melancholic christmess songs (Vassil: well, it's one aspect of the social war - so there has to be hardship and deprivations...)

only one room for two and the young gentleman - how do you manage this? we spend only three weeks that way after the girls were born - and took the chance to join a completely ruined, battlefield-like shared apartment without a second thought - just to get two rooms and the girls to sleep... besides the typical newborn problems they woke up at every little sound/noise/sneeze - keeping us busy and awake, we almost really lost our nerves... at the age of one you must already have managed better and the worst is survived - but i'm still thankfull to the fates that we took the risk and separated from the girls. and maybe we start searching for a bigger apartment again - with the actual communards and an irish addition... to make up for the increase of the german population...

 

the girls were much younger then than yours is now, but they never developed the comatose stage, to my shame i've to admit that i almost screamed at them sometimes when we had to share the room. i'm sure we had some kind of pingpong effect working between them and us and they were always three and together, so they woke each other up as soon as one was awake - they slept soon on almost regular times, but still they seem to sleep with one eye open - one eye each.
looking after them at night we found them sometimes at the window watching the moon at midnight or still playing in bed with the bedside lamp on and since Vassil stranded in france for some time they come like true invaders before dawn and no complaint keeps them in their own bed.
but florida dosn't sound that bad, good granny included, no winter and snow, congrats, you four won!
our graces show early stages of hating the cold and refuse to go outside or to open the window and let fresh air in - cave girls... and after two bloody phone fights today we'll have to look for new grannys too.

 

Nah, it wasn't that bad, the private celebrations were nice, I have a new fan who's at the age of 14 month, an aspiring heartbreaker and bold defender of the still unwrapped gift we gave him and I'm somehow disturbed how nice and true holyday-like everything went - we would have missed this if we would have been consequent...
The public part later was much more insane, alcohol and sentimental feelings doesn't work well together when you are living at the edge of everything and we now have quite a package of experience how-to-deal-with-that and not becoming mega-depressiv. It was a try, everyone survived without a scratch and even if its after this kind of painfull reminder: I'm proud and somehow thankfull that I'm a anarchist punk living with others of the same lot instead of falling for the systems/suicietys promises - and ending up in the sheep pen.

 

Isn't there something to report, foster mum Apple?

 

luring me out, isn't it? beast...
there would be something to report if i wasn't that overwhelmed and in somewhat dire need to sort things out first.
we had to "discover" that our x-mass host is in serious trouble because of some missing papers for her immigration, deadline already exceeded/crossed - just because she can't read german and no one explained the stuff to her. so we agreed to care for her daughter (4) and her son, Vassils new fan and constant shadow, to make her able to travel to Poland and get her papers.
after three days with the young gentleman in our collective care, i'm getting the idea that having three of the invaders at once wasn't a bad idea at all - compared to this 14 months old whirlwind of destruction and somehow cute terrorism that keeps us busy as soon he's awake.
his sister is quite the opposite, a bit shy, but very eager to cooperate with everyone and already warming up slowly. our girls love her and learn lots of new things from her, constantly chatting and playing with this almost perfect older sister.
but the girls are the easiest target for "Sascha Viscious" too, as my adult mates call him, he is constantly harassing them, destroying their buildings and throwing their things around - the girls react with some amused fatalism and build everything anew or even try to play with him - sometimes successful for two minutes - but then he becomes the whirlwind again... his sister fought him sometimes, i asked her to cease this because he is so much younger than her, obviously too young to learn this way and only getting desperate or frustrated - she agreed with a deep sigh, but i hope she understood what i was trying to explain to her.
getting in touch with him is difficult for everyone except Vassil, love on first sight i guess, so we think about Vassil taking freetime from working to calm the little storm down and maybe find out what's wrong with this boy. he is so damned unlike any other kid i know, strange to the extreme and there is some talk going round about him being suffering from ADHS or something else in his mind. he is obviously not mute or deaf but dosn't said a single word since he is with us, if someone tries to talk to him he only answers with a big cute smile but nothing else. he is constantly aggressive against everything, i think he doesn't enjoys it - but it keeps him from doing something constructive which he maybe would enjoy and make him start to learn a thing or two.
i don't think his gender is the reason for his behavior, we don't know that much about him or his sister except that the kids grew up with their grandmother and he was the grannys favorite, but i don't want to interrogate the girl about their personal things.

 

Well, I have to think about Sascha Viscious too, so it wasn't quite what I meant.
And I too have no plan how to deal with him, except to keep him out of trouble with doctors, psychiatry and medication as long as we have any influence on this - but it would be his mothers decision what to do, if she sees a reason to do something. I think we can give her any possible support, but he is her responsibility first.
If anyone is here with some experience or knowledge about "how to..." with Sascha, I would really apprechiate any advice, tipp or help to see things more clearly!

 

Sorry to hear about the outbreak around you and the lad suffering badly - we had it thrice here, heartbreaking to watch this almost terminal ill- and weakness - too bad that even the immunesystem has to grow up somehow. Everybody around here has the flu, the girls got already the hang of "please come here, time to wipe your nose again" - so its: "But I got no nose at all" sometimes - oh world full of phenomens and wonders!

The young lad in our midst had quite a tour today, yesterday he and his sister had a fight when they were just a moment all alone, he left the field with a black/blue eye and as the accused for attacking her with a long piece from the toy blocks - too serious not to think about it, so I decided to visit a paediatrician with him. We know her long enough to have her examine him on one of the girls insurance allowances, she did it very carefully and he got a x-ray of his head and brains too. So we know he's physiological healthy and fit, a bit small for his age and a bit slow in his reflexes and reactions, his hearing is okay - but his verbal silence and strange interaction worried her too, her suspect some kind of autism or an early stage of personality disorder, we had quite a talk about it and she recommended to consult a specialist for psychiatry. But Lil's and my problem too, is to produce a medical record of him as long as he is still an unwanted "immigrant" - some years ago we had a public scandal about adopted children from Romania who became ill in germoney, got HIV-diagnosed and almost an official deportation back to from where they came - reasons: shortages and the pressure to save money in the public medical services.
The doctor will throw an ear around for an colleague of the psychiatric trade able to keep things unofficial as long as possible, we consider to "consult" a friend of Lil, still studying psychology and special pedagogics at the university, but very competent and trustable too. Despite his strangeness everybody already loves him, except maybe for his sister and the collectives cat, who started to evade him after some a bit too rough acts of affection towards her, so we'll try to find some way to deal with his problems, support the family with the immigration ordeal and get everything working out nice and easy.
So it's for now a collective "Good health to us all - and may the good macrophages deliver us from the flu, and the viruses too." men!

 

shouldn't it read:
"good health to us all - and may the good B-lymphozytes and the good Plasma Cells, which both produce all those fine individually tailored antibodies that cling themselves so beneficial to the nasty stuff to mark it as evil and for the blessed phagozytes to eat - deliver us from the flu and the viruses too." - doctor Vassil?

 

I am 13 im active in the punk scene. I dont like music today i think pop is shit, and im bullied for being different by brainwashed people.

 

hihi, you know, you get the bullying for free with the haircut/hairstyle - but I guess you're already used to it, so keep on with the fine people you're with!

 

And you're a parent? Wow!

 

no im a kid lol!