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 Post subject: Re: Not quite an update...yet
PostPosted: Sun Dec 14, 2003 3:12 pm 
DW



I feel you pain, well I didn’t have a lung infection but I have had this flu thing for about a week and I think I am finally getting better. I hope you do to, sooner rather than later! :)

Gina



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"I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time." ~~~ Charlie Brown



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 Post subject: Re: Not quite an update...yet
PostPosted: Sun Dec 14, 2003 3:42 pm 
Hey DW sending you get well wishes. I don't have flu, just a bad cold and an almost broken arm thanks to a kick from my horse. Hope you are well soon.



So, the day started and I knew my name and had my pants on. So far, so good. Yay.
Amber Benson



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 Post subject: Re: Not quite an update...yet
PostPosted: Tue Dec 16, 2003 7:36 am 
Hey DW!



Yep, it's me. Teehee!



I was feeling rather chipper today after a crappy day, month, year, whatever of school and thought, "Hey! What's the what with our buddy DarkWiccie?"



So I come to Pens and turns out, YOU'RE SICK!!!



NOOOOOO!!! DAMN THE FLU!!! IT HAS ALREADY GOT MOST OF OUR GOOD MEN IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE EVIL NAZI GERMS!!! LET'S RETALIATE!!!



In other words: Get well soon!



Oh and about the fic (duh, that's why I'm here...), I think I'm falling in love with Sean. And Gillian. And Michelle and... sigh. Oh heck, they're all cute! And the part with Emily's chest... Priceless!!!



Thanks DW!



P.s: kick that bug's ass!!!







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"I believe in love surviving death into eternity" - Savage Garden, Affirmation



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 Post subject: Eric Idle Saved My Life
PostPosted: Tue Dec 16, 2003 7:52 pm 
First of all, thank you so much to all the kitties who sent me get well wishes, it really helped... I'm doing much better now...



But I must give credit where credit is due.. if it hadn't been for the magical healing powers of Eric Idle (of Monty Python Fame...he played Sir Robin in the Grail) I might not be here right now...



Eric was in town on Sunday night inside the House of Blues at Mandalay Bay Resort/Casino with his current show "The Greedy Bastard Tour".



My father called me at home, where I was withering away to hacking, wheezing nothingness and woke me from a feverish sleep where I was having a terrible nightmare about Alyson Hannigon refusing my polite advances while smiling and saying, "But we can still be friends"... I shudder now even as I think of it...



At any rate, father woke me and ordered me to crawl out of bed and into the shower, wash the stench of sickness off of me and then get dressed... he had free front row tickets to The Greedy Bastard Tour and needed a date, so of course he thought of his daughter... not like that you sick, sick people! :stink



Anyway, mom was busying performing as Mrs. Claus at the Venetian, so she wasn't available. Dad was taking me, I had no choice. Not that I had the strength to argue anyhow.



So, I showered and dressed and met up with dad and we headed to the House of Blues...and the mystical healing began....



Mr. Idle stepped out onstage in khaki trousers, a salmon colored dress shirt and a smoke jacket covered in prints of palm fronds.



Suddenly, my fever began to abate.



He sang a song about how great having a penis is.



My fever came back, and an unsettling feeling of nausea formed in my stomach.



Mid penis song, his lovely female assistant came out onstage and sang about how great having a vagina is.



My fever broke again, and the nausea went away.



Mr. Idle then performed his famous "Nudge-Nudge Wink-Wink" routine.



My sinuses cleared.



He rattled on about how silly the American government is.



The rattle in my chest began to sound less like an overfilled maraca and more like a ... correctly filled maraca.



He and his small cast sang "The Philosopher's Song".



The haze in my brain began to lift.



He lead the audience in a group sing-a-long of "Sit On My Face and Tell Me That You Love Me"



My ears unclogged and my lymph nodes drained.



And for his encore he performed a new song that he had only written a few days before to celebrate the holiday season. A little ditty he called "F**k Christmas". (only without the asterisks).



My lungs stopped being macaras at all and actually returned to being lungs.



And he finished the evening with a second encore singing "The Lumberjack Song".



I was cured!!! (except for the ache in my side from laughing so much and the pain in my mandible from smiling for two and a half hours nonstop).



Eric Idle has cured me of the flu from hell...



Well, not just Eric Idle, Kitten Get-Well Wishes helped too of course :heart



Thank You Kittens and Eric Idle...



I can now actually write the update.



Woo and Hoo :banana



Cheers!!

DW :pride





P.S. Stay tuned for an update before the week is out!





Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 12/16/03 10:16 pm


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 Post subject: Vignette #2: "Odd-Todd"
PostPosted: Thu Dec 18, 2003 3:27 pm 
Vignette #2: "Odd-Todd"



“Up you go, baby-girl”, said Willow as she lifted a nine-month old Emily out of her play pen and carried her into the kitchen of the Summers’ residence where she and her mothers had relocated to four months earlier after the demonic debacle in Seattle.



“It’s tummy-yummy breakfast time”, the redhead sing-songed, securing her daughter into the highchair and locking the plastic food tray in place on the front. “Bib”, Willow said over her shoulder to Tara standing nearby.



“Check”, answered the blonde, handing her wife a large catchall feeding bib to tie around Emily’s neck.



The bib in place, Willow moved on, “Sip-E-Cup.”



“Check”, said Tara, handing it over.



“What have we got today?” asked Willow, accepting the cup and placing it on the food tray.



“Apple juice.”



“Oooh, hear that, Emily? Your favorite juice. I can’t decide whether you like it for the taste or because it keeps you regular”, the redhead teased their child, tickling under her small chin. Emily giggled with delight and reached her hands out, grasping at the air. “Yanananah!” She babbled. Willow obliged and carefully handed her the cup, which Emily instantly grabbed by both handles and started sucking greedily on its spout.



“Cheerios.”



“Check.”



Willow stepped aside this time, letting Tara move forward and pour a cup full of the “O” shaped cereal onto the tray. Emily bounced in her seat, even as she continued to guzzle her juice. Breakfast was one of her favorite meals of the day. Of course, she also got this excited for lunch and dinner and any snacks in between.



“There you go, sweetheart”, cooed Tara as she leaned up and gently kissed her baby on the forehead as the child continued to bounce happily. “Don’t bounce too much, you’ll upset your tummy.”



“Maybe we should have named her Tigger”, joked Willow.



“Hush”, chided Tara playfully. She turned and wrapped her arms loosely about her wife’s slender hips; Willow mirrored the action. “I love you”, the blonde said softly.



“I love you too”, Willow replied, placing a soft kiss on Tara’s lips, a gentle communication of their love.



Emily stopped her bouncing and stared intently at her parents’ display of affection. Her mouth was still occupied on her Sip-E-Cup, so her eyes smiled instead.



After a long moment, the kiss ended, but the two lovers did not pull entirely apart, content to stay in each other’s arms for the moment.



“Breakfast?” Willow questioned sweetly.



“Sure”, Tara answered, and they finally separated from each other to go about the business of food preparation and consumption.



“What’s on the menu?” asked the redhead as she opened a cabinet and pulled down a set of plates.



“Eggs. Only scramble-y this time instead of sassy”, explained Tara as she crossed over to the stove where she had momentarily left a small skillet on low heat, the eggs sizzling softly inside, waiting to be served. “Oh, and I just put some bread in the toaster it should be ready right about--” she was interrupted as the contraption let off a small ding and four freshly cooked pieces of toast erupted from the slots. “Now”, she finished with a half-smile.



“Nummy”, Willow smiled, carrying the empty plates to the toaster and swiftly removing the piping hot slices and placing them on the round porcelain. “Ooch”, she muttered to herself after a particularly searing piece of nine-grain. She shook her offended thumb and forefinger in the air, trying to cool them off.



“Careful, Honey, those are hot”, Tara chided playfully.



“Yeah, so I noticed”, the redhead wryly replied, carrying the toast-laden plates over to the stove.



“I’ll fill these up if you could get us drinks”, said Tara, taking the plates and beginning to load them up with eggs.



“Sure”, Willow obliged, returning to the cabinet to get two glasses. “What did you want?”



“Apple juice is fine for me too.”



“Sounds good.”



After a few moments of pouring drinks and setting out utensils, the married couple finally sat down at the center island, nearest to where Emily was perched, and began leisurely eating their eggs and toast.



“What are your plans for this lovely Sunday morning in July?” Willow asked playfully after she had finished munching on one of her toast slices.



“I thought I might do some work outside in the garden”, Tara replied.



“Are you sure, it’s supposed to be really hot today.”



“That’s what sun block is for… and my enormously brimmed straw hat,” the blonde smirked. “Besides, it’s not that hot and the backyard is mostly shaded anyway. It’s a perfect day to spend outside. You should join me.”



“Outside?” asked Willow.



“Sure, why not?”



“No reason”, said the redhead, shifting slightly on her stool. “Except for the fact that the words ‘Sun’ and ‘Willow” generally add up to equal ‘Burn’.”



“I did mention sun block and straw hats, right?” Tara teased, taking another bite of her eggs.



“I know”, Willow muttered, “Just not in the mood today, I guess. I wanted to see if I could get some more done on that new program for work.”



Tara allowed her fork to clatter onto her plate, causing her lover to jump a little at the sound. “It’s Sunday. You know, Sunday? Internationally recognized day of rest. Will, you have been spending so much time on that program that I’ve started to know you more by the back of your head than the front. You’re always on the computer. I guess I should just accept that I’ve become a Macintosh widow.”



“I’m sorry, Baby, I didn’t know it bothered you that much.”



The blonde let out a long sigh. She hadn’t meant to overreact. She placed a hand on top of Willow’s. “You’re at work all day five days a week, and then you come home and go right back to work on your laptop. I miss you sometimes, is all.”



Willow smiled softly, she knew that Tara was right. “I could bring the laptop outside with me?” she offered meekly.



Emily sat in her highchair, clumsily stuffing Cheerio bits into her mouth and sucking on her fingers, watching her parents’ interaction intensely with wide blue eyes.



“No, that’s okay, Will. One of us should stay inside with Emily. The morning sun is getting too high for her to be outside in it.”



“We could lay a blanket out under the tree. There should be enough shade to keep her safe. Plus we have the baby block. We can lather her up good and proper,” stated the redhead.



“That sounds like an idea”, Tara agreed. “But what if she doesn’t want to go outside?”



“Well, why don’t we ask her?” Willow turned to Emily, who was now focusing intently on picking up another piece of cereal from off her tray. She was still in the early stages of mastering her opposable thumb. “Emily?” Her Mama’s voice caused her to look up again. “Do you want to go outside?” The small child regarded her intensely. “Outside?” Willow questioned again. “Outside with Mommy and Mama?” Emily continued to stare. “You know, outside with the birds and the trees and the grass… This will be so much easier when she finally starts to talk,” Willow mumbled to herself.



“Or maybe she doesn’t want to go outside and she’s just being stoic,” suggested Tara.



“Is that true, Emily?” Willow asked, “Are you having an Oz moment?”



Tara chuckled and stood from her seat, taking her and Willow’s now empty plates to the sink and rinsing them off. “It’s okay, Will. You stay inside with Emily.”



“Are you sure?”



“Yeah”, the blonde stated, shaking the extra moisture from her hands before wiping them off with a dishtowel and crossing over to the backdoor, picking up a pair of gardening gloves from off the top of the refrigerator as she went. “I’ll be in in a little while.”



Willow watched her wife go out the back door. She wasn’t exactly sure that she had handled the situation properly. Tara still seemed a little upset that Willow wasn’t going to join her outside, but the redhead honestly didn’t feel like being out in the sun that day. The air conditioning just felt a little too good, and the living room couch a little too inviting.



Willow stood and grabbed a paper towel, dampening it briefly under the faucet and gently wiping Emily’s face and hands, before using it to clean up the remaining Cheerios on the tray and tossing it in the waste can. She untied the bib from around her daughter’s neck and set that aside before lifting her from the high chair and starting to carry her back to her play pen in the living room.



Emily instantly started to wiggle and whine, pushing against her Mama’s shoulder.



“Emily, what’s wrong? Are you still hungry?” asked Willow as she struggled against her child’s protestations. The baby shook her head and continued to push, her whine becoming a high-pitched squeal that indicated she was about to break into full-blown tears. “Do you want your bib?” Again Emily shook her head, and started grasping at the air over Willow’s shoulder.



Willow turned around and tried to figure out what Emily was indicating at. Assuming she probably wanted her Mommy, Willow crossed to the backdoor and opened it, calling to Tara across the yard. “Baby, can you come here a moment? I think Emily wants you.” It’s true, Emily had calmed significantly when Willow had opened the back door, but still the child continued to fight against her grip.



Tara made it to Willow’s side at once, just inside the kitchen door. The redhead passed the squirming child to her wife and shut the door behind her. Emily let out a wail as the door closed, and this time pushed against Tara, still wanting to be free.



“Sweetheart, what?” Tara asked, trying to calm her baby down. “Mommy’s here, it’s okay.” Her soothing words had no effect. Tara could tell that Emily was trying to get at something. “I’m going to set her down”, she announced bending over and carefully placing Emily on the laminate floor.



Emily quickly calmed again and crawled to the backdoor, using the frame as a grip to unsteadily pull herself to a wobbling standing position. “Odd-todd”, she said, pointing out the bottom corner window of the glass door. “Odd-todd! Odd-todd!”



“What?” Willow asked, confused.



“Odd-todd!” Emily said again.



“Odd-todd…” Tara repeated, “Odd-todd…odd…” She gasped and a huge smile spread across her face. “Odd-todd, Willow! Odd-todd!”



“I don’t get it,” Willow was truly bewildered now.



“Think about it”, encouraged the blonde.



Willow did think about it, and suddenly she couldn’t stop the mile wide grin that engulfed her head, mirroring Tara’s own. “Outside!” she proclaimed, “She wants to go outside! She said her first word! Odd-todd!”



Willow swooped Emily up once again and she and Tara started to dance around the kitchen playfully, holding their child between them.



“Odd-todd, odd-todd, Emily wants to go odd-todd”, Willow warbled as Tara laughed.



“You want to go odd-todd, Emily?” Tara asked between happy giggles.



“Odd-todd!” Emily said, pointing at the door again.



“Okay, then we’ll all go odd-todd”, her Mama announced.



“I’ll get the baby block and her blanket”, said the blonde, running out of the kitchen and up the stairs.



“I’ll get the straw hats”, said Willow, opening the basement door and grabbing the hats hanging on a rack just inside.



Tara came dashing back down the stairs, Emily’s blanket draped over her arm, the tube of baby sun block in her hand. “Ready?”



“All set”, her wife smiled.



They stepped up to the back door, as if the prospect of opening it and walking through was going to be the most exciting adventure of their lives. Willow reached out with her free hand and opened it, allowing the soft rays of the sun to stream into the kitchen as they all stepped out onto the back deck. A gentle morning breeze drifted through the air, rustling the trees and making the air smell sweet with morning dew.



“Odd-todd”, Emily whispered reverently.



“That’s right, Emily”, grinned Tara, “Outside.”



*****



“But she didn’t say ‘outside’”, complained Gillian. “She said ‘odd-todd’.”



“She was trying to say ‘outside’ and that’s what matters”, explained Willow as she handed her youngest daughter a basket of rose petals. Throughout the story the two of them had made their way back to the entrance of the room where Emily’s wedding was to take place. Michelle and Sean had greeted them at the door, obediently performing their duties as ushers. Tara and Emily were still in the dressing room making last minute adjustments.



“What was my first word, again?” asked Sean.



“No”, his mother replied.



“You’re not going to tell me?”



“Your first word was ‘no’”, Willow clarified.



“What was I saying ‘no’ to?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.



“Michelle kept teasing you by trying to steal your binky.”



“My what?!”



“You’re binky”, Michelle stated. “Your pacifier. It was your most favorite thing in the world and you hated having it taken away. So naturally that’s what I enjoyed doing most.”



“You’re evil”, Sean sneered, his eyes narrowing.



“I was three and a half.”



“Still evil.” Sean went on, “I bet your first word was something really dumb like ‘poop’ or something.”



“Actually it was ‘beer’”, stated Willow.



“Beer?” Michelle questioned, a look of shock on her face. Sean tried to stop from laughing, but couldn’t prevent a couple of snorts from escaping his nose. Gillian covered her mouth as she giggled.



“Why was my first word ‘beer’?” her second eldest demanded.



Willow shifted a little uncomfortably in her shoes. “Well, you were a very fussy baby and sometimes we couldn’t get you to calm down enough to go to sleep so we’d sneak a teaspoon of beer into one of your bottles.” The look of horror was still plastered across the teenager’s face. “You hated it”, Willow continued, “you could always tell when we’d slipped you a mickie. One day when we were trying to give you a ‘loaded’ bottle you took one taste and made this really funny face and then you said, ‘beer’ as you pushed it away. It was the last time we ever did that.”



“You were going to turn me into an alcoholic baby!” Michelle protested.



“No we weren’t and it was your mother’s idea”, the redhead said quickly.



“Mom?”



“She said that her mom had done it for her when she was a baby and that it was such a small amount and so diluted by the milk that it wouldn’t do anything more than make you sleepy. And since your mom obviously turned out just fine, I didn’t argue.”



Michelle could do nothing but stand there with a total look of disgust and humiliation as her siblings continued to laugh at her expense.



“Mama, what did I say first?” Gillian finally inquired.



Willow smiled fondly, “You, sweetness, you’re first word was ‘up’. You loved for us to carry you and you really loved trying to climb up on things, and still do.”



Gillian grinned. Tara came up behind her from down the hall. “Are we all set?”



“Yep”, affirmed Willow, “Where’s Em?”



“She’s on her way, she said she wanted a quick ‘alone moment’,” Tara explained.



“Someone should tell the groom we’re about to start,” suggested Michelle, still trying to recover from her ruffled feathers.



“Xander will tell him once the music starts.” Said Willow.



“How will they know to start the music?” asked Sean.



“We shut the doors once Emily gets here,” sighed Gillian, “don’t remember anything from the rehearsal?”



“Do you think he’s nervous”, asked Michelle as she indicated the tuxedoed young man at the end of the aisle.



“He’s probably petrified”, said Willow, “I know I am.” She finished in a mumble under breath. “I don’t think I’m ready for this”, she said, turning to Tara.



“I know what you mean”, the blonde agreed. “It seems like only yesterday that he came to house and asked for our permission to marry her.”



“Are you kidding?” squeaked Willow, “It seems like only yesterday that the two of them were playing board games in our living room.”



At the end of the aisle, the groom nervously looked over his shoulder to where his future in-laws were standing and gave them a sheepish wave. A gentle pat on his shoulder caused him to turn to his father’s gaze.



‘It’s okay, Joe’, signed Xander, ‘everyone is nervous on their wedding day. Don’t forget, it took your mom and I five tries before we finally tied the knot.’



Joseph Harris nodded, and swallowed a gulp.



*****





To Be Continued in the next vignette....

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 12/21/03 7:43 pm


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 Post subject: Re: Vignette #2: "Odd-Todd"
PostPosted: Thu Dec 18, 2003 9:26 pm 
A very enjoyable update, DW. I like the way you're using Emily's wedding to tie the story together, then jumping off from there to the various vignettes.



Interesting to see that not everything was all rosey for W/T in the early years of their marriage. I can totally see Willow as getting so wrapped up in her work that she would forget the most important parts of life. Tara must have helped her to overcome this tendency, however, as they had three more kids and are still going strong.



So Joe Harris is the nervous groom. He must be a brave lad, willing to take on Michelle & Sean as siblings-in-law. Of course, Emily is pretty brave too; imagine having Anya as your mother-in-law.



Glad to hear you made such a miraculous recovery, DW. There's nothing like a couple hours of laughter to release all those healing endorphins into the system. Actually, I could use a dose of that medicine about now. (sniffle, snuffle.) I better break out the old "Monty Python sings" CD.



Russ



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 Post subject: Re: Vignette #2: "Odd-Todd"
PostPosted: Thu Dec 18, 2003 10:03 pm 
Excellent update! Can't wait to read more! Keep up the great work!



Happy Holidays!



Cin aka FIRESIGN:clap :clap :clap



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 Post subject: Re: Vignette #2: "Odd-Todd"
PostPosted: Fri Dec 19, 2003 3:57 am 
I'm so loving this!! Great work!:clap



This part totally made me go :lol

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Sean went on, “I bet your first word was something really dumb like ‘poop’ or something.”
I really didn't see that coming!

Can't wait to read more!!:bounce



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 Post subject: Re: Vignette #2: "Odd-Todd"
PostPosted: Fri Dec 19, 2003 4:53 pm 
Very very lovely. I love their family. :)

Great update!



snuggle79



This is how everyday should end and start ..and all the stuff in the middle

The greatest thing you'll learn, is just to love and be loved in return.







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 Post subject: Replies
PostPosted: Mon Dec 22, 2003 10:10 pm 
russ – Like any normal, healthy couple, Willow and Tara have their occasional arguments. If it was always sunshine and roses, things would get pretty dull pretty fast. Another example of W/T getting a bit grumpy with each other can be found in the precursor to A Normal Life, There You Are when the two lovers start to get in an argument at a PTA meeting of all places…. And there will be more minor quarrels sprinkled in ANL as the vignettes progress… quarreling in a relationship is healthy... knock-down, drag-out, insult-your-mother fighting is not… and fortunately, W/T have never had one of those.



And I’m sorry to hear that you are under the weather… I hope that you recover as I did… curl up with a cup of cocoa and a copy of Life of Brian and let the medicine of laughter do its magic!



FIRESIGN – Thank you! Happy Holidays to you too!



allykat – Glad Sean’s little dig at Michelle gave you a chuckle… these two are always going at it as any good pair of siblings should… and as we will see in future vignettes.



snuggle79 – Awe, thanks :blush I love their family too.



Cheers!

DW

"Promise me you'll never be linear." "On my trout."

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 12/22/03 9:25 pm


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 Post subject: Re: Replies
PostPosted: Tue Dec 23, 2003 8:53 am 
loved the update :)

I'm not stealing, I'm just taking things without paying for them. In what twisted dictionary is that stealing?
They think she's innocent and sweet, but I know she's an evil bitch



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 Post subject: Re: Vignette #2: "Odd-Todd"
PostPosted: Tue Dec 23, 2003 9:42 am 
Joe. Of course it’s Joe. I was wondering who Emily was going to marry and then I went back and reacquainted myself with NMWYG and TYA. I’m guessing it was always Joe for Emily and vice versa. Maybe a few other dates here and there, but just to confirm that it was Joe and would always be Joe.



I went back to read NMWYG and TYA to see what kind of ‘issues’ Michelle might have, as per your response to my first feedback. Wow. The whole thing with Willow’s difficulty in accepting the pregnancy in the beginning…. I get the feeling that the relationship between Willow and Michelle is complicated and not an easy one, unlike Willow’s relationship with Gillian which seems very easy-going and straightforward. You mentioned that Sean is the one with the attitude (is it any wonder his first word was ‘no’??), and that Michelle ‘couldn’t help but behave herself’ when you wrote her. I wonder if Michelle’s issue is that she’s still trying to make Willow want her. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure Willow loves all her children unconditionally; she said as much to Sean when he was questioning. It’s just Willow had such a hard time in the beginning not accepting that she was going to deliver that child. That can’t but help to have affected something. And the beer thing. Whoa. Would Michelle interpret that as trying to be silenced rather than her parents letting her express herself (even if just in wails and a few infant sobs)? I’m really looking forward to seeing how you develop Michelle.



Great stuff, DW! And I still think Gillian is just the cutest!





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 Post subject: replies
PostPosted: Tue Dec 23, 2003 11:22 am 
Grimaldi - Thanks!



daiailun - Yeah, I know that Joseph was kind of obvious as the groom… but some things just *are* obvious, ya know?



As for Michelle’s first word being beer, and the impetus thereof, Michelle’s first word story is actually autobiographical. My first word was “beer” and for the same reason, except that I wasn’t a fussy baby. I was a very quiet baby who just wouldn’t go to sleep. I was a born insomniac, I guess. It concerned my parents that I would just lie awake all night in my crib staring at the world around me. I mean, they were happy that I was so very alert, interested and curious… but it worried them that I wasn’t getting any rest. So, my great-grandmother on my father’s side, Mema (pronounced Mee-Mah), suggested the beer thing… and it did work… but it also tasted *horrible*, hence my eventual refusal of the spiked bottle. As a result… I have never liked beer… to this day I will accept any other form of proffered alcohol so long as it is an alternative to beer. Don’t get me wrong… I do occasionally drink beer… but it is only when no other form of drink is available.



One cool thing, I have never had a hangover in my life… and I have, on rare occasions, gotten pretty damn drunk. I don’t know if this has to do with my beer consumption as an infant or not… but I do know that I’m *not* going to test that theory on *my* kids.



But, the important thing to remember here is that Willow and Tara were doing what they thought was best, Michelle wasn’t adversely affected (meaning physically and mentally) and the story made for a funny anecdote. Also, Michelle was more embarrassed than emotionally scarred.



You make a good point of issues Michelle might have… fortunately Willow’s struggle with her pregnancy with Michelle is not one of them. Yes, Willow did have an awful time of it emotionally, but once Michelle was born, any doubts on the redhead’s part ended. Michelle’s issues come largely from being compared to Emily for most of her life. Not necessarily by her parents, although inadvertent comparisons are inevitable, but mostly by others. Emily had established a reputation as being a kind of “golden child” by the time Michelle was born… and that is a particularly tough act to follow.



Sean and Gillian each have their own crosses to bear, so to speak… we will explore them later in the series as well.



Wow… I really sort of rambled on there, didn’t I?



Okey-dokey… next update coming soon.



Cheers

DW





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 Post subject: Re: replies
PostPosted: Wed Dec 24, 2003 11:22 am 
Hey DW,



I can think of no better way to start the work day than by reading your story...well I can think of one way, but since she's at work too...:devil



I wondered if the groom was Joe as it just seemed to fit, but I have to second the Anya as a mother-in-law comment. Yikes!



About the beer mixed with milk...that explains much about you.:p



I really appreciate the everyday way you write W & T's relationship. I think it's easy to fall into the trap of the fairytale where it's all peaches and cream, but any good, solid, real love story should include the disagreements and frustrations that happen...because they do happen. However, like you said its those differences in the couple that allows them to compliment each other and make them stronger as a couple. That's why I appreciate your ANL so much because it keeps Willow and Tara believable as a lasting couple. So...Thanks!!



Always,



-E



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 Post subject: Re: replies
PostPosted: Thu Dec 25, 2003 7:48 pm 
Always E - thanks so much for stopping by and reading! I'm so glad that I was able to give your day a pleasant start. I hope this message finds you well with you and yours on this rainy Christmas day here in Las Vegas.



Cheers!

DW

"Promise me you'll never be linear." "On my trout."



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 Post subject: Re: replies
PostPosted: Fri Dec 26, 2003 8:02 pm 
Oh wow. That was the cutest thing ever! I want a baby! Um, not right now though. In the future I want a baby.



Great update.



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 Post subject: Re: replies
PostPosted: Sat Dec 27, 2003 12:33 pm 
ok, so I'm guilty of disapearing from these threads, but I'm back. I was missing my much needed pens upadates.

DW, absolutely wonderful! I think the beer bit was great. oddtodd...:laugh CUTE! And Joe being the groom....that was a given, it was great, though that you actually included it. Please, please...keep up the good work. Looking forward to the next update...

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Crazy? Crazy?? I do not talk to myself...it's called thinking aloud...


Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath. -The Edge of Silence giving new meaning to season seven's catch phrase.

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 Post subject: the plan
PostPosted: Mon Jan 05, 2004 12:58 am 
okay... i think i got it



you were writing "the past" then got side tracked by "the past, only closer to the future" then got side tracked by "the present"... that's cool, i have a plan just for this situation:



THE PLAN

- write

- write some more

- take a lil break (some water, stretch around)

- write some more

- post whatever you've written



i'll be happy with whatever you gift us with.



-spud

Edited by: WiccanSpud at: 1/5/04 12:00 am


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 Post subject: Re: replies
PostPosted: Mon Jan 05, 2004 1:41 am 
Hi there! Now, I know what you have all been thinking... just WHAT part of the Earth did DW fall off of this time and WHEN is she going to start wearing some sort of a tethered-harness to keep it from happening again?



All I can say is... and in a little pathetic voice... sorry. :blush



I have been doing what I always do... too frickin much.



Someone needs to sit me down and have a nice talk with me about how to NOT bite off more than I can chew.



Unfortunately, I probably wouldn't listen to them... even YOU AlwaysE..even though you are always telling me things for my own good... do I listen? well, actually, yeah I do... but it comes down to whether or not I act on the advice... which I should... but now you're LEAVING! MY adopted older kitten sis is leaving me...and for what?, you ask. So that she and her fantastically wonderful, compassionate and attractive wife can move to a great city where she has an awesome job that pays way better than her current job, where they can live happily ever after on a hill over looking the ocean... now I ask you... who wants that when you could stay in Sin City having occasional lunches with ME? ... ... don't answer that.



I'm babbling...



Anyway... So where is the update, you all wonder. Good question! Here's the shizizzle. I started writing the update... but then I got a great idea for another vignette (for this series, mind you) but the vignette idea I got can't be used until farther along in the storyline (what there is of it)... unfortunately, my brain got all excited about this new vignette idea and won't let me focus on the vignette I am supposed to be writing for the current update... so, I starting writing this "future" vignette in the hopes that by getting it out of my system, I could go back to writing the "present" vignette... even though both the "future" and "present" vignettes take place in the "past".



Confused? Me too.



So... here I am writing the "future" when half-way through I get an idea for a scene in my other unfinished WT fic, the AU "Broadway Baby"... so I start writing Broadway Baby hoping that once I get that out of my system, I can go back and finish the future to get to the present which is all in the past.



You follow me so far? Good.



Basically, I say all that to say this... I am trying really, really hard to get this update together... your patience is greatly appreciated... and now for a couple of replies:



Marilda -- Having kids is great. Waiting to have them until you are ready is even better. Good choice!



tkheaven -- Hiya, TK! How are ya? You know.. I was kind of hoping that Joe being the groom would have been more of a surprise... oh well.. c'est la vie. Glad you like it!, you really like it!



Woot.



Cheers

DW :pride







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 Post subject: Re: A Normal Life
PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2004 10:37 am 
So glad to see you’re continuing the series, I loved the first two. Its nice to see Emily and the others all grown up, and the bits in-between that we didn’t see before. Don’t worry about long gaps between updates, it just makes us appreciate them more when we get them!



Morning Amnesia – Nature’s way of keeping you from waking up screaming



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 Post subject: Re: A Normal Life
PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 3:55 pm 
Hi DW!

Just wanted to ask when we can expect an update? I miss this fic so much. Update soon, please ?:pray

LittleMissTara



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 Post subject: Re: A Normal Life
PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 6:17 am 
awwwwwwwwww soooooo cute! I love this story and its so cool its back :) I cant wait to see what happens at the wedding and see what happens to everyone esle :)



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 Post subject: Oh...my little forgotten fic...
PostPosted: Mon May 03, 2004 11:03 am 
Wow... it's been a while for this one, eh?



Well... as I have said in all my other threads.... I'm working on it!



LOL :lmao



Basically, I need to find someway of focusing my muse... cuz right now, she's all over the place..I don't know which fic I'm gonna update next...I'm thinking maybe BB... but I don't know for sure...



SO I just thought I would refresh everyone's memory as to what fics I currently have floating around...



At least one of them will be getting an update.



Cheers

DW :pride



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 Post subject: Re: A Normal Life - Pt 3 in the NMWYG, TYA Series
PostPosted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 11:01 pm 
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I just came upon this sequel. I hope there is some kind of update in the making


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 Post subject: Re: A Normal Life - Pt 3 in the NMWYG, TYA Series
PostPosted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:47 pm 
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hi luv the story


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 Post subject: Re: A Normal Life - Pt 3 in the NMWYG, TYA Series
PostPosted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:24 pm 
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OK I know it's a long shot, but I thought I'd try my luck.

Don't suppose your muse came back?

Would love to see an update. :peace

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