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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:38 pm
Class!Egg Visit!Rene Will be filled out when the class is done.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:16 pm
Zach writes!Zach alot as hapnd sinc i grew. i gots to go to skool but i dont like skool. i like to stay hoem. i got my dragun, hes a Belthore. izzy gots the same kind, wich is gud cuz well be awsum togethr. my bruthr wain is old and stuf. he grew up kwik. he has a gurlfrend but im not suposd to no. he sais hes skard to bring her hoem. Rene is pritty skary. rene is gud. she got big and got big colurful wings. she got mor frendz. she gots vik, whos a big spanik guy. hes an angel of mercy or some s**t. hes got a boyfrend whos a teechr, but i gues hes okay cuz hes blak and maeks lerning interstin. he told me of battuls an stuff. soemtims we talk to cisy, whos mals frend, and she gets cookies. i like her cuz she shares. and theres dug, whos not a zombe. parently hes a angel of pestelens. he looks like a zombe. he lieks mom but wain watchs him sleep so i guess hes okay. i had lots of fun trik or treeting. i got lots of candy an shard sum with mom an wain. thanksgivin is boring until fud coems out. -ZAK
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:58 pm
Rene Writes!Rene There are days when I'm pretty much convinced Zach is a sociopathic, bipolar son of a b***h. And other days, he's a pretty all right kid. He's good at reading moods and can play people on them pretty good. Granted, that's if he cares about the mood at the current time. Like, we have no problem butting heads. It's how we interact. But when I was having a lot of bad days, he would... I dunno. Do cute s**t. Crawl up in my lap, show off pictures, talk about his wanting a special box for pictures and s**t like that. Most of the time, he stays at the house unless he's off at the corporation for classes and s**t like that. He's not a bad kid. He's just... A kid. I was never a kid, so I really don't know how to deal with him sometimes. Thankfully he's too much like me. He's pretty easy to please, too. Last week Mal dragged us up to a Museum. Thought the little b*****d would be bored as s**t. But, no. Mal's still overfilled with teaching ability, even though he's trying to drill history into the minds of uninterested college freshmen, and he's still able to make history interesting. Granted, he was talking about war. But still! Score one for the black man!
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 3:48 pm
The Swear Jar
"The ******** is this?" Rene mussed, picking up an empty jar that was on the kitchen workspace. She shrugged and tossed it in the recycle bin, continuing on her merry trip to the coffee maker. As the coffee brewed the young woman warmed up some pastries. She left them to cool on top of the oven, sitting down to read her paper and sip her coffee, idly kicking her crossed feet from time to time.
A slight scratching on the floor alerted Rene that one of her sons was awake. She raised an eyebrow and looked over her paper at Wayne. The Hyte was clad in his usual sleeping outfit of workout shorts and a tank top, his black hair pulled back with an elastic. He sat down at the kitchen table, eyeing her thoughtfully.
"Yes?" Rene asked. Wayne shook his head, popping up to get her a cooled pastry. She took a few bites before looking back to him. He was gnawing on his lower lip, looking as if he were wanting to bring something up. "Listen, Wayne. If you wanna say somethin', just say it. I won't bite your ******** head off."
"That's the thing." Wayne said rather quickly, rubbing his palms anxiously on his shorts. "You swear. So. Much. I mean, you're always swearing, Mom. You and Zach. And... Well...."
There was a clunk on the table as something silver was dropped on it's surface. Rene gave it a rather quick glance before taking a bite out of a pastry. "The ******** is that, a ******** d***o?"
"It's a DNA tube." Wayne said, looking at her. "Like when you got me."
Well. That made Rene shut up and pay attention.
"He's a permatween Hyte, I got him from Maxx and Jun. I'll be taking care of him, you don't have to worry." He said firmly, picking it up gently. "I don't want to inconvenience you..."
"Hey. Hey. Don't you worry. I know how this s**t goes." Rene patted his wrist. Together, they both looked at the tube for a moment. "What's it gonna be?"
"A dodo boy." Wayne smiled. "I'm not letting Kent anywhere near this tube, you know that?"
"And I'll have to listen to his whiny bitching, yes, I'm quite well aware." Rene smiled. Sometimes, there were cute family moments.
"I want you and Zach to use a swear jar for a week."
"What."
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"What is this." Zach glared at the small jar on the counter, marked 'Zach's swear jar'. Rene's jar was much larger. He was already resolving to swear more than her to get a bigger jar.
"This is a swear jar." Wayne picked up the small jar, kneeling to show it to Zach. "Every time you swear, you have to take a quarter out of your piggy bank and put it in the jar."
Wait. Wait. This wasn't cool at all!
"I don't want to!"
"It'll teach you not to swear. We're going to try this for a week, and we're going to see how much you guys put in the jar." Wayne said. Rene's jar already had a few dollar coins in it.
"What's your definition of swear?" Zach frowned. Wayne pointed at a list. Zach stared at it for a long time, and Wayne belated realized that now Zach would know how to spell all of these words. Great. So his spelling would be atrocious, but he'd be able to spell swear words.
"This is ******** stupid."
Wayne sighed. This was going to be a long, long ******** a quarter in the jar, Zach."
"I DON'T WANT TO PUT A ******** QUARTER IN THE RETARDED JAR."
"If I gotta you gotta."
"c**t."
"That's a double quarter word, and when I catch you, I'm going to beat your a** raw."
"PUT A DOLLAR IN THE JAR!"
Wayne wondered to himself if they were simply egging each other on, to see who could put more money in the jar. Zach tore by, squealing, as Rene ran after him.
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On the third day, there was a loud debate over the use of 'wanker' as a swear, that lead to Rene owing fifteen dollars to the swear jar, and Zach two dollars. Wayne rubbed his nose bridge and looked to Hermes' tube. Sigh.
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"All right. So the final total for the week is..... Rene with five hundred twenty six dollars and a button-"
"The button counts as a half swear."
"And Zach has fifty two dollars and seventy five cents."
"I cant believe you beat me." Zach's cheek's puffed out.
"I can't believe you saved that much money in your piggy bank. That's very fiscally responsible of you. I think you need a bigger allowance if you save that much." Rene said, impressed at Zach's haul. The jellyfish boy blinked and smiled.
"This wasn't a contest, you know." Wayne sighed, shaking his head. He wouldn't be able to change them, he knew, but it was at least worth a chance.
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