DOARS- Week 5 Day 6- When I Grow Up...

Time to flop the DOARS on their head! Also, this is probably the last post today because my head is protesting.

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Excerpt from Hector's Diary

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Dear Diary,

Today I found my purpose in life. I know what people say, I've seen my mother and father's looks. They don't understand me. They're afraid of me and what I might become, but they shouldn't worry, because next to my new found purpose in life, the most important thing is not becoming a disappointment to my parents. 

I'm fortunate then, that I've decided to dedicate my life to helping others. Namely, my new friends.

His name is Rommich Thobanob and I'm going to save his dying race. That's my purpose in life.

He told me of the delicate truce he and the gnomes had, and of his people's plight. He told me everything that I needed to make my decision. He told me I could make a difference, and then he told me that we would need my mother's cooperation.
Now I don't know about that.. Why would we need my mother? She doesn't know anything about the gnomes or about the great nemesis that Rommich told me about. I mean, how could she know that the planet we lived on was trying to genocide an entire species of alien? She couldn't! She's just my mom. She's a sports star. Half my teachers and classmates are in love with her, but she's nothing special. Why would the aliens need her?

Well, Tech Thobanob told me that he'd give me a week to talk to my mom about it, or if I didn't, then we had to find a real life gnome to bring into the picture. I guess I had better talk to my mother, because a real gnome, in the flesh, hadn't been seen in over 7,000 years, how in the world would we get one of those?

The gnomes and my mother, those were just piddly the details, I could worry about what to do about them another day, but the importance of what had just happened was not lost on me. I was going to save an entire race. I may be downright bad to the core, but mom taught me the difference between what I want to do and what I ought to do. And this time, I'm going to do what I ought. It's my mission in life, after all.

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End of excerpt
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Dear Diary,

Today I woke up and I knew what the laundry meant yesterday. I don't know how I knew what it meant, but I did. The gnomes wanted to send me an ambassador. They wanted to open a dialogue. And apparently what I had to do was the laundry. Lots of it. I'm not sure about the details, but I think if I just do enough laundry, we'll figure it out.

And apparently as an incentive, during the night they had redone most (if not all) of our house.

Raquel now had her own room, and quite a lovely room it was, too. I think she'll love it.

We also had a new bathroom, it was attached to Raquel's room, so I'm guessing it's for her, which is good because before too long (but hopefully not too quickly) she'll be a teenager and I must confess that I was really not looking forward to sharing a bathroom with a teenage girl.

Probably most shocking of all the renovations was Hector's room, though. It was done in the color that he tells me is his favorite, in a pattern that his darker nature I'm sure loved. It unsettled me. Why did the gnomes want to encourage this side of my son? Why couldn't they put him in a bright room that would help him to be good? Just what did they have planned for my little boy? And what did they know that I didn't?

Well, I wasted no time it going through with my side of the bargain. If you could call it a bargain... Anyways, whatever, I started the laundry right away.

My son was oddly quiet and pensive that morning. I mean, Hector isn't usually a gibbering mass of energy, but he usually did say 'good morning' and engage in some small talk, but this morning he didn't. That worried me. This gnome thing was setting me on edge. I hate being in situations that I don't understand and right now I don't understand what's going on. It's soo unsettling. What could they possibly want with my son?

In other gnome news, we have a dryer. That is exciting, and not surprising. I've heard rumors and whispers that the way to find a gnome is through the dryer, so I guess things are getting serious now. Why do I feel like I'm being groomed to do something more important than laundry for the gnomes? It makes me nervous. The gnomes and I have always gotten along, or almost always. We've had a truce for a while- I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine, that kind of thing, why does it have to change? I just want it to stay the way it was! It was safe, it was comfortable.
 I've got to stop thinking about it. I need to go check the stove and the sink- and make sure we're not all about to die.

 And all the while Cycl0n3 has no idea what's going on. I think I want to keep it that way. I want him to stay blissfully ignorant of this entire confusing mess. I can do that for him, right? I can keep him out of a messy situation and preserve his peace of mind. Is that the right thing to do? It is, right? I'm soo confused! This is miserable. Maybe I should tell the gnomes that I'm out. They should find someone else to do their dirty work.

 ... but I can't, because Tony is targeting my son. I see that clearly now. The only hope I have of keeping my family safe is the gnomes. I guess I just have to trust them. They've been helping us for 5 weeks, and I just have to hope that what they have in store for me and Hector is for our own good. That's what you would do right?
Wait! Why am I asking you? You've given me nothing but trouble for a long time! I'm Lynn Sw0rd, and even though I might always sign my name as Lynn Winslow the first time, and have to white it out and change it to Sw0rd, I'm still a Sw0rd and we Sw0rds are amazing. We can do anything we set our mind to. Don't worry, there's no need to be jealous, it won't make you any cooler or do you any good. Some people are just more talented is all.

 Thank goodness Raquel is still too little to be brought into this mess. She's my little angel. She's so good, it's impressive. She always says something sweet to me and brightens my whole day.

After an hour or so with her, feeding her, I just had to clean the house. The filth was driving me crazy!

Cycl0n3 didn't ask me about it, though, which I was thankful for. If I wanted to have a mini freak out and clean the whole house, then that was just fine with him. That's sweet, right?

 We had a mysterious package in the mail today. It was addressed to Hector. I didn't know what to do with it, I mean, what was I supposed to do with that sort of thing? I panicked, I hid it. I just couldn't give it to him right now. What if it hurt him? What if this package got him involved in something dangerous? I can't allow that.

 To keep myself busy, I ran on the treadmill. It was relaxing, it helped ease my mind. I had Cycl0n3. Everything was going to be okay, as long as he was by my side, everything would work out just fine.

 And I had work, lovely work, to keep me occupied. I really love working, have I mentioned that lately? Work had rules, concrete guidelines, real unquestionable laws that governed behavior. There was none of that irritating and overwhelming guess work.

 While I was at work, Tony struck again. I knew that he had been too silent, but things were ramping up drastically. Two attempts on my family in one day was unnerving, or maybe just downright scary. I don't feel like I'm in control anymore. Until now my life was in my hands, but now.... I just don't know. This uncertainty is killing me.

 Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Hector wasn't involved. Now I know what you're saying, "Lynn's gone off the deep end, if anything weird is going on, Hector's not involved! Where did she even get that ridiculous notion- just because his room was decorated to his style and he got a package in the mail? Good grief, woman, get a grip on reality!"
Well that is just plain rude, and not helpful at all. I hope you're right, of course, but you could have seasoned your words with salt, you know. Just sayin'.


 Cycl0n3 had put the kids to bed before I got home around 8:30. I loved that he was such a good father. If anything happens to me, they'll be taken care of. That's comforting. I know, I know! I'm being paranoid, I know that, but I can't help it! I'm just so scared, I hate the unknown! I just have this feeling of foreboding! Something awful is going to happen, and I can't ignore that, how could I? I have two young children to protect. If you were me, you wouldn't ignore that, either.

Well, just because I couldn't control the gnomes or Tony, didn't mean I couldn't fight back. It was time to stop feeling sorry for meyself! Tony's piddly menacing warnings to me and my family were going to go unheeded. Like I'd listen to a little dishwasher flooding? Ha! We're the Sw0rd family, Tony's going to have to do a lot better if he really wants to get to us.






















While mopping up the pathetic death trap, I heard my baby whimpering and moving around, when I knew she was supposed to be asleep.

She looked fine, but something was off about her. She wasn't normally fussy, and she usually slept just fine. My poor little girl. I held her and calmed her down before putting her back to bed.

 Cycl0n3 had a booking with the restaurant (seems like we go to the restaurant every day!) and convinced this hippie ghost to try eating there. What would a ghost even eat, anyway? Did ectoplasm need nourishment? Whatever, apparently Charles is such a big fan of me and my husband that he'd eat (pretend to eat) anywhere we recommended!

Trying to stick my heels in the mud,

Lynn Sw0rd

(P.S. I totally didn't write Winslow this time! Yay!)


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Excerpt from Hector's diary
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Mom and dad think I sleep at night, ha! I'm never going to waste another night in such a boring activity! I can sleep at school. My nights are going to be occupied in a much more important assignment from now on.

This is gonna be so epic.







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Say what? What has a plot? The DOARS? Yup, you got that right, I've got a plot lined up for Hector. :) I'm still not sure about all the details, exactly, but I'm getting excited!

So what did you guys think? Do you like that we're going to have a plot- or do you think I should keep the DOARS light and casual?