About me:

About me:
My name is Venimalia and I’m an Imp. What’s that, you ask? Imps are quite small, but we can pass as human if we want to. I wear high heels and everyone thinks I’m just some small woman. Except that I have yellow eyes like a cat. If I want to pass as a human, I have to wear contact lenses. I have to say, modern human technology is quite practical, but here in my realm, Imprana, we use magic. Imprana lies in a dimension parallel to the human earth and can only be entered and left by Imps.
I work as a keeper of knowledge, which means that I’m in charge of memory stones. See, we don’t have scientific books, we have magical stones that one can unlock to gain knowledge or abilities. One needs great magical powers to unlock some of these stones. Thankfully I am that. Unfortunately I’m also no more than semi-sane. At least people tell me that every time they try to find something in my collection. Personally, I think of myself as slightly eccentric, slightly plump and quite capable at my job.
So here in this blog I’m trying to give my fellow imps and all interested humans insight into my thought processes. I welcome any comments, but please don’t expect a logical-for-you answer.

April 20, 2011

Mothers are strange creatures

See, my mom told me that she doesn’t trust my grandmother to water her plants while she is on vacation. After all granny is getting old. This was big news to me. I finally am responsible in my mother’s eyes, even more responsible than my grandmother! I actually felt quite good about that. Well, up until my mother told twice more ON THAT SAME DAY not to forget about watering the plants, and to be extra careful with her orchids – wouldn’t want them to drown, now would we – and that the watering cans are outside on the patio.
Alright, so apparently I’m not all that responsible after all and forgetful it seems. Never mind that I am in charge of a whole HoK, which among other things does require a good memory. But the worst thing about this whole issue is that when I went home to water those darn plants, my grandmother came over and told me that my mother had advised her to tell me that I should not forget to water the plants and that the watering cans are out on the patio. Honestly, I was this close *pressing thumb and forefinger together here* to yelling at my grandmother. But, of course, it wasn’t her fault that my mother is obviously very concerned about her plants and in serious doubt of the functioning of her child’s brain.
Sigh. That's life, I guess.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'd like to read more about Cromvik... nothing new about him for a while here...