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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 11:58am on 25/08/2007 under
According this quiz, I'm a 'Zen' mom.

"How do you do it? Even when explosions are all around, you are able to take a deep cleansing breath and chant your mantra "this too shall pass." You are a calming influence on your kids in a hectic world."

If I have enough time to take an online quiz, it's worth believing that I take it easy. Even with my beautiful Fat Chance.
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 02:42pm on 05/06/2007
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 05:19pm on 22/03/2007
Derek and I have informally adopted an infant boy we call Chance.

If you'd like to meet him, you're welcome to stop by at the Beach House on 713.
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 01:44am on 15/03/2007 under , ,
Jun meant to rewrite one of Dr. Nambu's programs to implement one of the Borwein algorithms for calculating pi to a charmed number of decimal places but ended up celebrating with pie.

She dressed Chance in Hideo's clothes, tied a hat onto him, gave him his pacifier and his stuffed spider, then took him, his stroller, his diaper bag, and a gun out to Derek's jeep. After loading up, she drove the jeep through the nexus mists and into Utoland.

It was a balmy day. The stench from Low Town was barely a whiff in the air. The sun made everything bright. In the yellow jeep, her fuchsia sweater, pink blouse, pink-and-blue patterned skirt, and white tennis shoes she'd made herself-- and Chance-- conspicuous. He seemed fussier than usual, bedded down behind the passenger seat between pillows, but every rattle and jar of the road that had never bothered her before, had her looking over her shoulder and checking to make sure he was okay.

They were stopped by a police officer for driving 23 km below the speed limit--a new one for Jun. When the officer recognized her he apologized, but then his eyes fell on the baby. "...Is that the...?"

"Yes," Jun replied.

He fell silent, but wrote her a ticket. "You'll need a carseat for him."

Jun said, "That's why I'm in town, officer."

She drove out to one of the tonier sections of Utoland with no further incident. Figuring that some of its shops would be sure to have what Chance needed.

Chance fussed with his hat and sunglasses. Maybe he thought that if Jun was going about with her face and head uncovered, he should too. But Jun explained that while she wanted people to take recognizable pictures of her, his eyes and skin needed to be protected from the sun. He kept pushing off his protective gear when she wasn't looking. Sometimes, she wouldn't notice that he'd won freedom for his eyes (or head) until someone would chase after them with his glasses or hat held aloft. She decided she should have brought two hats. She didn't like putting something that had touched the street on him, but what could she do? "With you it's germs or sunburn, hmm?" He tried to put his toes in his mouth while rolling his eyes at her.

Jun pushed them to an airy cafe where she was greeted with great deference. The host suggest a private room, or a place inside. Jun insisted on a balcony table overlooking the boardwalk. The professional camera people came by and were very polite. They snapped their pictures without yelling too many questions.

Jun held Chance in her arms and ordered banana custard pie. She fed him his bottle. And tried to snatch bites of pie. As someone who had held off entire battalions on her own, she found she was something at a loss with an uncoordinated, fat infant. Chance was much better at transferring custard from her fork to her sweater than she was in getting formula from the bottle to his throat.

Between baby, bottle, pie, and plate, an accident happened.

Their server ended up wiping down one side of Chance's face while Jun cleaned up wandering, sticky hands. She apologized for the broken plate and the server apologized for not thinking to get a high-chair.

Afterwards, Jun ordered another slice of pie to go. Maybe she'd get to eat it later.

She made sure to leave a huge tip. She wasn't sure how much one of the plates ran, and she didn't want the server losing money over it.
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 11:39pm on 11/03/2007 under , ,
He likes to kick.

She'll lie beside him, just out of eye-range. His hazy eyes will track toward her and she'll waggle her fingers in the edge of his vision. He'll turn his head, his treble chins shifting so that he can see her. Then he'll kick those fat legs, gurgle and grin.

She laughs with him and plays with his fingers, counting the perfect five-by-fives.

She still misses Hideo. Her son. But this one, the boy Hippolyta named Chance, he's a darling. Jun tries not to burden this one with how much she misses her boy. She's nearly apologetic about it mostly, because it's not his fault her son is dead. And just because she wants Hideo here, with her, keeping her up at nights, that doesn't mean she's going to get rid of Chance until he tells her he means to go.

And she doesn't think he means to go. Even when he's balled up his fists, and has screamed himself purple in the face, and she's had to put baby-gloves on his hands so he doesn't scratch his cheeks.
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 10:16pm on 25/02/2007
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 01:14pm on 18/02/2007
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 10:15pm on 16/02/2007
It is a brisk morning.

Jun comes over a dune, moving inward. Behind her is a flock of geese. They are not chasing her. They merely seem...attached.
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 01:38pm on 04/02/2007
Jun went looking for her husband. She wore faded jeans, one his chamois shirts, and the usual jewelry including the wristband.

When she found him, she said, "I mean to check on the Mayfair place. Do you mind?"
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posted by [personal profile] shiratorijun at 12:28am on 25/01/2007 under , ,
Jun took the 'this is my life' quiz to see how she was doing. She would have said 'fine' if someone asked. The results did not disturb her, but she did hesitate to point them out to Derek.

She showed them to no one else.

This Is My Life, Rated
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

She refrained from looking at second-most recent results of that quiz. Those results were taken prior to Derek's last bout with the vagaries of the nexus. That LOL (how she hated that word) meant reinfection with the vampire virus), capture and her subsequent miscarriage).
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