| 06 July 1979 |
[Jul. 6th, 2010|01:46 pm] |
Three months. Three bloody months.
There was once a saying - "The only male a woman can trust is her father" - and I used to write it off as complete rubbish, but now I see the truth in those words. The only male a woman can trust is her father. All others fall by the wayside and break promises more times than can even be counted. So why should women even bother, or attempt, to trust men when the end result is always the same? Are we really that masochistic?
I'm not and I never shall be again. My father is the only male whom I can trust. Perhaps when he's older, my son, Phillip, will be atop that podium. |
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| 01 April 1979 |
[Apr. 1st, 2010|12:29 am] |
This could be considered a delayed reaction, but the wedding was truly beautiful, and the happy couple was gorgeous and handsome (respectfully). Many happy blessings to you both.
Private to Self:
I really shouldn't be jealous of Katharina. She deserves all the happiness in the world. However, I envy her so. She now has everything I once wanted. Philip is my only consolation and I wouldn't trade him in for anything, but that degree of happiness and the thrill of being married...
I cannot wait around for him forever. I know that I can raise Philip on my own, but there is a great deal of loneliness when it comes to being single and I admittedly do yearn for those things only a couple shares. So something has to change. Getting out more is an option, but with Katharina married, I cannot imagine Walden being okay with her joining me at such places. Besides, she's also Armand's sister, and that's really awkward.
Maybe I should just stick with working and raising my son. |
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| 27 February 1979 |
[Feb. 27th, 2010|01:44 am] |
I have never been more glad to see a weekend, even if the papers are filled with nothing but depressing news. It will be nice to stay in the next two days and spend them with Philip.
Private to Katharina:
Can you manage that Spa trip this coming Monday? |
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| 21 February 1979 |
[Feb. 21st, 2010|04:04 am] |
How did I manage to have two days off this week? Either I accidentally requested the day off or there's a holiday this week. The former seems more plausible as of late than than the latter. This is proof that I am severely lacking in the sleep department and need to change that immediately.
Private to Katharina:
Your brother, in an attempt to get back in my good graces, has given me a day at the Spa for my birthday and made accommodations for two. Would you like to go?
Private to Armand:
I will be using tat Spa package you gave me for my birthday this upcoming week. Which day suits your schedule the best since you promised to watch Phillip? Also, I was wondering if you could help me with acquiring a new house-elf. The one who was responsible for hurting Phillip is no longer with us and a replacement is needed, preferably with one who can manage children. |
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| 14 February 1979 |
[Feb. 14th, 2010|02:54 am] |
The Healers decided to keep Phillip longer for observational purposes and several more tests. However, as of this morning, he is finally home. I don't know who is more excited about that - him or me. Though it is obvious that he is glad to have his bed back. As soon as his sweet head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
And I do believe I shall join him shortly. Though, before I do that, I need to inquire after another house-elf. Does anyone have any recommendations as to where I can obtain one?
Also, I sincerely hope everyone has a lovely Valentine's Day.
Private to herself:
I can't believe I did that. I can't believe how easy it was, too. |
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| 06 February 1979 |
[Feb. 6th, 2010|12:38 pm] |
Incompetent house-elves! I could honestly kill the thing for being so careless!
There is nothing more stressful in the world than spending the entirety of the weekend in St. Mungo's, especially when my mother is shouting up a complete storm at every Healer in sight. I know she means well. She is just as worried as I am. However, if she doesn't stop, I may need a bed because of a killer headache, brought on by her! |
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| 25 January 1979 |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|10:47 pm] |
[Decidedly hexed away from Armand and only to friends]
I should give him so powerful a fire hex up the backside that he emits smoke from his ears and nose! The nerve of him! Coming back after all this time. There was no word. Not one! And then he has the audacity to ask after Phillip.
Was anyone the wiser as to where he was? |
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| 26 November 1979 |
[Nov. 26th, 2009|12:50 pm] |
Phillip had to be taken to St. Mungo's this morning for a nasty bump to his little head. It was purely an accident, of course since he was running around the kitchen with his blanket and tripped over it. He fell right against the corner of the cabinet. The cut he sustained was not very deep and the Healers were able to fix it up immediately, but it was definitely nerve-wracking.
So I will be missing work the remainder of the week to care for him should anyone care to know.
Private to Armand:
He is asking after you. |
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| 04 June 1979 |
[Jun. 4th, 2009|08:14 pm] |
The months have slipped away. Falling into a routine between work and home-life has kept my days occupied. How is it June already? It's hard to believe that Phillip is almost one a year ago I left school.
Private to Friends & Family:
Phillip has grown since the last time I wrote. He will be one in August and the idea is barely fathomable. Sleeping has finally become regular so there are fewer nights without sleep. He can also nibble on food himself, has become a master at crawling, can stand with my support, and has come so very close to uttering ma-ma. The latter is, by far, the one even I am most looking forward to, but it is still hard to believe that he is almost one. It only feels like yesterday that he was born... |
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[Jan. 21st, 2009|02:06 pm] |
My final interview for Gringotts was this morning and I'm pleased to announce that they offered me the position I was applying for. I will be working as a loan agent of sorts. Basically, if someone comes into the bank, they will present their loan applications to me and I will be the one to approve or reject them based on whether or not the individual(s) qualify.
My training starts tomorrow and will continue for the rest of the month or until I am comfortable with what I am doing. However, I have always been good with numbers, so I sincerely doubt that it will take a couple weeks to fully comprehend what I am required to do.
( Private to Keagan and Armand's friends - Armand can view, too. ) |
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[Jan. 6th, 2009|03:35 pm] |
I haven't slept a full night in several days and it's starting to take its toll on me. My eyes are looking a bit frightening and black underneath. I'm going to have to steal mum's concealment cream to hide the dark circles underneath.
Looking for a suitable job hasn't been an easy task, especially since some of the wages aren't enough to support live off of. The shops in Diagon Alley hardly pay enough; however, I do have an interview at Gringott's this afternoon. Unless the Goblins are stingy, the wages should be higher than any given shop's. So, here's to hoping I'm successful in selling myself.
( Private to Self ) |
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| 25 December 1977 |
[Dec. 26th, 2008|02:20 am] |
Hands down, this was decidedly the best Christmas I have ever had. New traditions were created, new members of the family celebrated it for the first time, and father even got into the Christmas spirit by singing a round of Jingle Bells after dinner.
Beginning the day after Boxing Day, I will be searching for employment. With increasing responsibilities and the inability to always rely on my parents (for who really knows how long they will live, anyway), I must rely on myself and make a suitable living.
Private to Self
Watching him today, I realised how much he is starting to look like Armand. His eyes, nose, and I think his ears are like that of his biological father. I felt guilty today; Armand does not know about him and I have now taken away his first Christmas in addition to so many other first's.
When did I become so selfish? He should know; he has a right to know. Even if he hates me forever, he will know. And that's the important part, right?
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| 17 December 1977 |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|04:27 pm] |
Christmas is only a week away and I find it strange to still have shopping to do for it. For the record, is anyone expecting a gift from me? I want to make sure I have no left anyone off my list this year.
Private to Self
This is the first year that I have given a single thought to the holidays. My family has always had their traditions, but those merely meant exchanging several stuffy gifts next to an even stuffier tree. Having the baby him here has enticed me to fully celebrate Christmas with all its pomp and circumstance. Mother and I have gone quite overboard on presents this year, and father keeps looking at the tree with a look of apprehension. |
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