"Accidentally" Banging Heads Together
Feb. 15th, 2006 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lls_mutantHonestly, some days I just want to bang men's heads together. Specific men, mind you. In this case, fictional men. Remus and Regulus, why must you torment me so???
Honestly, these two are going to drive me insane. They have such a fricking complicated relationship that boils down to the truth that somewhere, deep down, they actually like each other. (NOT in the romantic or sexual sense.) But every time one of them shows that, they both feel the need to scurry back and insult each other, because Regulus still is a pureblooded snot a lot of times and Remus is still a defensive bastard. Which was fine in the last chapter. But now that Regulus has decided to leave the Death Eaters (come on, that's not a spoiler), they're vacillating so wildly that I just want to shake them both or push them off a cliff (did that, actually) or something. Why, oh why, can't I be one of those writers that's content to make them pour their hearts out to each other??? Why am I trying to be subtle for once?
Le sigh.
Valentine's Day was no big deal for us. In fact, we didn't do a thing for it yesterday. Instead, we took Toby to the doctor. Just for a check-up and his shots, nothing was wrong. He's 12 pounds, 9 ounces and 23" now. Still a shrimp- in the bottom 25% for height and weight, but his head keeps growing! (75% for that!) However, I do think I'm going to have to skip youth group tonight. The shots have made him kind of cranky.
So, we didn't really bother with V-day, but on Sunday I did cook us a nice dinner of steak with red wine mushroom sauce and ranch roasted potatoes, and chocolate souflee cakes for dessert. (If anyone wants recipes for the steak or the dessert, let me know. They're diet friendly as well.)
And finally, American Idol is back! It's the one show I tend to watch in real time, although I usually miss Wed. Not a lot of an opinion yet on people I like, because I haven't sorted them out, but there were some real spoiled brats the other night. The twins drove me insaaaaaaaaaaaane. God, talk about an entitlement complex. I was a little disappointed the tall cowboy was cut, because he was cute and I thought he showed a lot of class, especially when he told the little cowboy he didn't let him down and he did the best he could do, and that was all anyone could ask. (I also don't think they were trying to be bad comedians. I think they just weren't that great of singers. All three of the guys deserved to be cut, unfortunately, because they seemed like a pretty class act.) And that Trya/Cher chick... oh, she was really, really annoying! Ugh!
Ah well. Better see what Toby is doing. He was thinking about napping, but I think he changed his mind.
Honestly, these two are going to drive me insane. They have such a fricking complicated relationship that boils down to the truth that somewhere, deep down, they actually like each other. (NOT in the romantic or sexual sense.) But every time one of them shows that, they both feel the need to scurry back and insult each other, because Regulus still is a pureblooded snot a lot of times and Remus is still a defensive bastard. Which was fine in the last chapter. But now that Regulus has decided to leave the Death Eaters (come on, that's not a spoiler), they're vacillating so wildly that I just want to shake them both or push them off a cliff (did that, actually) or something. Why, oh why, can't I be one of those writers that's content to make them pour their hearts out to each other??? Why am I trying to be subtle for once?
Le sigh.
Valentine's Day was no big deal for us. In fact, we didn't do a thing for it yesterday. Instead, we took Toby to the doctor. Just for a check-up and his shots, nothing was wrong. He's 12 pounds, 9 ounces and 23" now. Still a shrimp- in the bottom 25% for height and weight, but his head keeps growing! (75% for that!) However, I do think I'm going to have to skip youth group tonight. The shots have made him kind of cranky.
So, we didn't really bother with V-day, but on Sunday I did cook us a nice dinner of steak with red wine mushroom sauce and ranch roasted potatoes, and chocolate souflee cakes for dessert. (If anyone wants recipes for the steak or the dessert, let me know. They're diet friendly as well.)
And finally, American Idol is back! It's the one show I tend to watch in real time, although I usually miss Wed. Not a lot of an opinion yet on people I like, because I haven't sorted them out, but there were some real spoiled brats the other night. The twins drove me insaaaaaaaaaaaane. God, talk about an entitlement complex. I was a little disappointed the tall cowboy was cut, because he was cute and I thought he showed a lot of class, especially when he told the little cowboy he didn't let him down and he did the best he could do, and that was all anyone could ask. (I also don't think they were trying to be bad comedians. I think they just weren't that great of singers. All three of the guys deserved to be cut, unfortunately, because they seemed like a pretty class act.) And that Trya/Cher chick... oh, she was really, really annoying! Ugh!
Ah well. Better see what Toby is doing. He was thinking about napping, but I think he changed his mind.
