Mumisms

There has been talk flying around my house about only and youngest children. It made me think of all my mum's favorite phrases. I thought I would do a list.

1. No blood, no sympathy. (I have really early memories of this one.)
2. Life isn't fair. You were not born with a ticket on your toe saying life would be fair. (This eventually got shortened to "No ticket.")
3. You don't have to like it, you just have to do/eat it.
4. I am not here to win a popularity contest. (Often said if I told her that she was mean or I didn't like her at that moment in time.)
5. It only gets worse with age. If you think this is hard, just wait. (High school needed to be put in perspective, apparently.)
6. Suck it up Princess!
7. This one is not a exactly a saying, but she would rub her fingers together. World's smallest violin. (In other words, she so did not care.)
8. Oh cry me a river. 

Those were the common ones that I grew up to. My sweet mother. She was the soft parent. And I still ended up spoilt. (But only a little bit. For an only I am bearable sometimes.)

Thanks mum. I now have all the ammunition with which to raise children.

Three for the price of one.

I need an official book counter. This one is about three books and on my label count it will be one.

First Shades of Milk and Honey - Mary Robinette Kowal

This is the Australian cover. I like it best.

and is sequal Glamour in Glass,

 and thirdly Anna Dressed in Blood - Kendare Blake which has one of the best titles I have heard in awhile.

Shades and Glamour are Jane Austen with magic. I enjoyed them greatly. But I was most appreciative of the language. The author made a dictionary of the words Austen used and flag checked her books by that, so the language is authentic and it never once jars you out of the land she has placed you in.

Anna was gruesome and funny and all I would ask from a ghost hunting story. I think along with re-tellings of the twelve dancing princesses I might have to collect ghost hunting stories.

I bought all three of these on my kindle. It was at the recommendation of RED and I am very glad that I liked and wanted to own all three. Since I did. Own them I mean.


 

Keeping it brief.

Back to being a book blog. I feel guilty just stating what I finished reading and leaving it at that, but I don't really want to get into anything right now. I have things happening IRL, just not ready to talk.

Onwards. Bad Luck & Trouble - Lee Child
And I re-read A Quiet Gentleman -Georgette Heyer

And that is all I have to report to my dear Book of Knowledge.

Owning Tolliver

This unintentionally turned into a book blog.  I have not finished a book in a while. Can you tell?
But I thought I would add some personal thoughts. Because that is what it was supposed to be. None of the thoughts would finish. They were fragments floating around. Not being whole, not being BIG. I could not do anything with them.

I am going to try, anyways.

One of the trials in owning a cat is animal disposal. There is always the continual getting rid of dead things bit, the hard part is when they are not dead. Two nights ago Tolliver, sweet thing, was going to keep playing with his poor captured mouse. It was paralyzed and squeaking and he was going to keep tossing it in the air and not killing it. I thought the compassionate thing to do would be to kill it.

Mouse dear, was on the deck, which right now has a carpet. I didn't factor this in. I thought that if I could bang the head in that would be fastest. It took too many thumps with a metal watering can to crush the head, because of the rug. But I finally did crush the skull in two and severed most of its neck. But, Heavens, it took forever. I felt traumatized. It is much much worse than banging on a fish. Poor mouse.  

Yes, I think I will rap that up. I will tell more stories later. Sorry to be yucky. Just thought I would what has bean going on in my life.

As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat.  ~Ellen Perry Berkeley